A girl came to Fengdu

Chapter 9 Duanyang Wormwood Fragrance

On the top of the mountain surrounded by clouds and mist, a group of monks and priests in various robes continued to practice against the black air formed in the distant mountain depression. But there is no damage at all, and the situation is getting worse.

"puff."

"Fellow Daoist!" A yellow-robed monk flew forward and dragged the blood-spitting Taoist from the front line to a safe place behind, "Fellow Daoist, take care."

The blood-spitting Taoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to remove the Taoist temple above his head, revealing a head of curly brown wool hair.After she shook her head, indicating that she was fine, the yellow-robed monk immediately took her place and returned to the attacking camp on the front line.

The blood-spitting Taoist looked sadly at the white-bearded old man who was doing the altar opening. His face was bloodless. Not far away sat cross-legged a man wrapped in a cloth woven with strange patterns. In front of him were two turtles. One of the shells was broken, and there was still a lot of blood on it, but he still kept counting.

The white beard old man's legs suddenly went limp, and he knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the endless blue sky, as if his body had been hollowed out.

Seeing this, the blood-spitting Taoist immediately rushed over to help him up, but he didn't expect him to be so heavy, and he didn't move when he pulled it.

"Ah, this!"

The front line of attack formed by monks and priests disintegrated instantly, and the black air in the mountain depression soared into the sky, turning into a black light, and instantly disappeared into the southward mountains.

All of a sudden, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to speak a word because of the shock of the incident.

"... Chaos, great evil."

The person wrapped in floral cloth around her revealed her old face, which was full of sorrowful tears.

Is the world going to be in chaos because of this?

There were mixed expressions on everyone's faces. The white-bearded old man knelt on the ground and said loudly while adjusting his breath: "Everyone, since the plague has gone down, let's return to the world and do what we should do."

"The south... the range is too wide, where are we going?"

The old man in calico pointed to the south and said, "Follow your heart, do your best, and obey the destiny."

So far, there is no better way.

In a high-end villa in Fengdu City, Si Yu sat on the balcony on the second floor and looked at the northern sky. He was playing with a black statue in his hand. The smooth black surface could not tell what kind of material it was.

Lu Bai walked quickly but did not make any sound. He saluted Si Yu respectfully: "Sir, the human celestial master failed to eliminate the plague and has escaped. Look...do you need to intervene?"

Si Yu didn't respond to the news, his face was as frozen as ice, and after a long time, he threw the black statue in his hand to Lu Bai, "No need."

For thousands of years, the smartest creatures on the Central Continent have long been accustomed to dealing with all kinds of tribulations. Five thousand years ago, the collapse of the heavens and the collapse of spiritual energy did not knock them down, but instead made humans the masters of the Zhongxia Kingdom in Central Continent.

Even if this pestilence is a disaster for the world, it will definitely be wiped out by humans in the end.

The way of heaven favors human beings, but he has no bias. The life and death of all things are determined by themselves.

Lu Baixin understood, bowed his head respectfully, and quietly exited the dead balcony.
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The Duanyang Festival in Fengdu City is more grand than most places in the country. Not only do many small stalls selling wormwood and realgar powder appear on the streets before the festival, every household starts to make zongzi, and there are also colorful folk activities. In recent years, it has attracted many tourists from other places.

As the pet of the unit, Yi Ge received six exquisite rice dumplings from Lu Ke's wife as soon as he went to work, which aroused the eager eyes of others.

"Brother Lu, it's too obvious that you favor one person over another. I can't wait to accept it." Yin Mingtao has always been glib, but he can manage his proportions so as not to be annoying.

"Don't accept it and hold back." Luke has never been used to this group of stinky boys in their department. Of course, Xiao Qiao's soft and sticky little girl should be spoiled.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Xiao Qiao, after you come, the director and Brother Lu won't love us anymore. I was originally loved by thousands of people..." Yin Mingtao had an unbelievable expression when his concubine was thrown into limbo. Yige wanted to help him fill out an application form for the provincial repertory troupe and send it out.

The office suddenly fell into an atmosphere of palace fighting drama.

Luke saw that the atmosphere was getting more and more out of order, so he quickly pulled back the runaway wild horses: "It's almost done, the office is like a palace fighting drama, you can only survive two episodes in the palace in this state."

"Hmm." Yin Mingtao still wanted to continue playing, but Liu Xun suddenly stuffed him with a stack of forms, "Stop acting, just enter these forms into the system if you have too much time, and find something to do for yourself so that you won't waste your time."

Ding dong, Chicken Soup for Life is online!

Yi Ge quickly buried his head in front of the computer, pretending to be very busy, so as not to be caught by Liu Xun and pour chicken soup for his soul.

A few days ago, Qi Hao suddenly went on a business trip without warning, and the return date this time is uncertain.It feels like the head of the Shenlian Office is shouldering the heaviest work pressure of the entire unit, and everyone else goes to work easily and on time, and she is the only one who works overtime and has to travel constantly.

Yi Ge sometimes wonders if Director Qi has been put on small shoes by someone, or why is she going on a business trip?

Before leaving get off work, Luke received a notice from his superiors: "Duanyang Festival is coming, and the city cultural center will hold a celebration on the day of Duanyang. All units have mobilized volunteers to help, and we all have to go there when there are few people. In the past few days, everyone will go back to have a good rest, take a bath with wormwood, and gather at the Cultural Square at 7:[-] am on the Dragon Boat Festival.”

"Now bathing with wormwood doesn't count as promoting feudal superstition?" Zhang Chuang seemed a little confused, as if he remembered someone saying it was superstition when he was a child.

Yi Ge replied: "Ai Cao is a Chinese herbal medicine for repelling mosquitoes and insects. Many mosquito repellent products contain the ingredients of Ai Cao. There is a scientific basis. Where is it superstitious?"

Folks do say that taking a bath with wormwood repels insects and wards off evil spirits, but science has indeed confirmed its medicinal value of repelling insects. Yi Ge feels that it is necessary to treat the problem dialectically.

"That's great, grandma can boil a big pot of water when I get home." Sometimes Zhang Chuang is a little cute, and everyone looks at him with child-caring eyes.

Zhang Chuang: ...

No, why doesn't this look look like a colleague?
After returning home, Yige looked at the little zongzi full of love from his colleagues, picked one of each and went downstairs and knocked on the door of the two old people, but unexpectedly the two old people were not at home.

During the festive season, I miss my relatives a lot, and the second elder must be taken home by his family for the holidays.

Thinking of this, Yi Ge took the zongzi home again, stuffed them into the refrigerator, and moved a small bench to sit on the balcony, staring at the dark sky with no stars or moon through the glass, lost in thought.

How did she live Duanyang when she was a child?
She doesn't seem to remember anything.

But it doesn't matter, there are always warm people around her to give her care and strength.

Yi Ge grinned, revealing a satisfied smile from the heart, peeled off the warm rice dumpling in his hand, and ate it bite by bite.

It's really fragrant, Mrs. Lu's craftsmanship is awesome!

(End of this chapter)