"The worst possible outcome?!"
Jin Yan stared at his senior brother in disbelief.
Hearing her senior brother say it was the worst possible fortune, Zi Yue's heart skipped a beat. She put down the copper coin in her hand, ran to the table, picked up the worst fortune stick, found Zhang Fulong who was counting money, and asked nervously, "Master, what kind of fortune is this?"
Zhang Fulong picked up the wooden stick, saw the cracks on it, and casually threw it on the ground. "Bad stick!"
"Master, is it true?"
"How could your teacher lie to you!"
If Master says it's a bad omen, then it must be a bad omen. Tears welled up in Ziyue's eyes; she didn't want her senior brother to be in trouble.
Qin Luo came to his junior sister's side, put his hand on her shoulder, and said earnestly, "No matter what kind of fortune we get, we should keep a calm mind and not overthink things."
"Senior brother, then you can try again."
"good."
Qin Luo returned to the table.
Jin Yan and Zi Yue were both staring at him.
Qin Luo gently shook the bamboo tube, and a wooden stick suddenly jumped out. Zi Yue reacted quickly, grabbed the stick, and ran to Zhang Fulong. "Master, what kind of stick is this?"
Zhang Fulong was busy counting money and didn't know what they were doing. He looked up, took the wooden stick, and frowned when he saw the cracks on it. "Why is it still a bad stick?"
Zi Yue turned around, "Senior brother, stop shaking!"
Qin Luo understood that if he couldn't draw the best fortune stick today, he definitely couldn't leave. He had no choice but to cheat by using his mind to take out the best fortune stick while he was drawing the stick.
Zi Yue grasped the wooden stick and approached Zhang Fulong again. "Master, what do you think of this stick?"
Zhang Fulong took the wooden stick and examined it carefully. He nodded with a smile, "This stick is good, it's a good one!"
"That's a good fortune!"
Ziyue jumped up happily.
Jin Yan's face also showed joy.
Qin Luo now understands why his master always said the fortune slips were auspicious; it's because the people who come to draw lots want to hear good things.
On the first day of the new year, the Taoist temple is the busiest. Starting from the second day, fewer and fewer people come to Longhu Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings. Half a month later, when spring plowing begins, Longhu Temple becomes deserted.
The market at the foot of Luoxia Peak became lively.
Zhang Fulong goes to the porridge shop to drink porridge every day.
On a bright, sunny morning, Ziyue found Zhang Fulong and blinked her bright eyes. "Master, the Taoist temple isn't busy lately. I want to go home and help with the farm work."
Zhang Fulong looked at the petite Ziyue and said with a smile, "With your small frame, go ask your senior brother if he has time to come to your house to help out."
"No need to trouble you, senior brother, I can manage."
The purple moon disappeared like a gust of wind.
"This child."
Zhang Fulong found Qin Luo and said, "It's dangerous in the mountains. Go and see Ziyue off. Make sure she doesn't get lost."
"Yes, Master."
Qin Luo left Longhu Temple.
He followed his junior sister at a distance.
After leaving Luoxia Peak, Ziyue used a speed talisman and ran far away in the blink of an eye, quickly returning to Shuanghe Village.
Qin Luo stood at a distance watching his junior sister. After returning home, she changed into old clothes, carried a bamboo basket and a small hoe, hummed a lullaby, and led Big Yellow into the mountains.
There are many children like Ziyue in the mountains, and Qin Luo knows that his junior sister is one of the luckiest among them.
The sun was shining brightly, and the spring breeze was gentle.
Qin Luo decided to take a stroll through the Ziyun Mountains.
On the way to Black Mountain, Qin Luo saw a little ball of fluff in the sky, accompanied by a black crow and a golden eagle. The black crow lived in the Mountain God Temple and was responsible for collecting intelligence and relaying messages for Chen Chang'an. The golden eagle lived on White Head Peak and was the most powerful bird of prey in the Purple Cloud Mountains.
Where are you headed?
Qin Luo's voice carried high into the air.
The little dumpling swooped down and landed on Qin Luo's shoulder. "Boss, we're going to Mirror Lake to catch fish!"
"Be careful not to get eaten by the fish."
"Boss, are the fish in Mirror Lake very powerful?"
The little dumpling tilted its head, sensing danger.
Qin Luo didn't answer, but said with a smile, "Go catch fish in the lakes upstream of Mirror Lake, it's safe there."
Okay.
"Wait until I catch a big fish and bring it back."
The little dumpling flapped its wings and flew away.
In Chenjiagou, the villagers are busy with spring plowing. Even the elderly and children are helping out in the fields. When they see Qin Luo, they greet him with a smile, and Qin Luo will smile back.
Qin Luo arrived in Black Mountain.
Chen Chang'an sat in the pavilion reading a book.
Chang'an!
"Brother Qin, it's been a long time."
Chen Chang'an put down the books in his hands. These books were all transparent and could not be seen by ordinary living beings.
Qin Luo asked curiously, "What book are you reading?"
"These are some books of sages and worthies, given to me by the newly arrived City God. I don't quite understand them!" Chen Chang'an said modestly.
Qin Luo had long wanted to read the classics. "Chang'an, I've been wanting to read some books lately. Could I borrow them?"
"Brother Qin, all these books are here."
Chen Chang'an waved his sleeve and took out several boxes of books. These books were all sacred texts that had been burned for various reasons and were very difficult to find in the world. Many of these books had been lost for a long time.
Qin Luo reached out and flipped through the surrounding books of sages, causing them all to float up and rapidly flip through. Qin Luo imprinted these contents into his sea of consciousness, intending to study them slowly in his inner realm.
Not long after.
Qin Luo imprinted all the books into his mind.
"Chang'an, how have you been lately?"
"Everything is fine."
"Don't hesitate to ask if you need my help."
“I was thinking about whether we could build an academy in the mountains, since many children in the mountains don’t have the opportunity to study.”
Qin Luo nodded, his expression serious, and said, "That's a good suggestion. I'll figure something out."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Qin!"
Chen Chang'an bowed to Qin Luo.
Qin Luo left Black Mountain and continued to wander around the Purple Cloud Mountains. At the foot of Green Mountain, he saw a newly built mountain god temple.
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