Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 30 The Great Yuan is Coming
  The winter nights in the north are very long, and the bright moon refuses to stay up all night.

The caravan temporarily found an inn to stay. Unfortunately, as the Xiayuan Festival Water Festival was approaching, there were so many tourists from all over the country coming to visit the temple fair that the inns everywhere were full.

Uncle Wang wanted to use his identity as the Prince of Beijing to ask the shopkeeper to pack up the two upper-bedrooms, but he was scolded by Li Zijun. As a last resort, Uncle Wang had no choice but to "share a room" with the young prince and Mr. Lu.

Inside the inn,
  The room was quite large, with two beds facing each other. The burning mustard incense floated slowly, the candles on the lampstand flickered brightly, and several charcoal pots placed in the corners were burning brightly.

The snow fox squatted on the window sill, its fluffy fox tail wagging gently, and its fox eyes looked at the bright lights under the snow in Jiamu County.

Jiamu County is the largest city east of the northern border. I haven't been to the big city in more than ten years. The streets and alleys are noisy and full of people and fireworks.

Lu Chenran sat on his bed and took out the "Shen Yi Sutra" he had been reading on the way. The young prince took off his snow shirt and hung it aside. He saw that Lu Chenran was still reading by the light. Reading at night, a smile appeared on his cheeks, and he leaned closer:

"Brother Lu has been studying all the way. He doesn't look like someone seeking immortality, but more like a scholar."

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Lu Chenran raised his head and glanced at the young prince, then smiled and said:
  "You're not a scholar at all. It's not about Confucianism or morality. I'm just interested in these miscellaneous news and local chronicles."

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Li Zijun looked at him meaningfully and said:

"It is very difficult for ordinary people, not to mention the ordinary people, to understand the "Shenyi Jing" and "Jiamu Zazu", even the poor and rotten scholars."

"Did Brother Lu learn to read from his aunt? Women who know ancient Chinese and seal characters are rare in this world. When Brother Lu's aunt was young, she must have been a young lady from a wealthy family."

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The snow fox was squatting on the window sill. The fox's eyes were staring at the snow outside the window hatefully, and he was gnashing his teeth and feeling sulky:

‘Can’t women understand ancient Chinese seal characters? You are a woman, and I am very young now. ’

But she couldn't retort, so she could only comfort herself in her heart. Although this girl was a bit rude, she was still praising herself.

Lu Chenran glanced at the snow fox who was pretending to enjoy the snow but was actually eavesdropping with his ears trembling. Then he looked at the young prince and joked:

"Maybe so. Doesn't Brother Li also know ancient Chinese and seal characters?"

Li Zijun blinked, then coughed slightly, and said seriously:

"That's different. I'm not a woman."

"I know—a gentleman is like a jade~"

"That's natural."

"Why is Brother Li blushing?"

"Have it?"

The young prince took out a bronze mirror from his arms and looked at it, then fanned his ears with his bare hands:
  "Maybe it's because the room is too hot and the journey is too cold, so my body isn't used to it."

"Why does Brother Li always carry a bronze mirror? Do men also carry bronze mirrors with them?"

"Bronze mirror? I brought a bronze mirror because Brother Lu, let's go out for a walk. The curfew in Jiamu County is very late, until midnight."

Li Zijun calmly changed the topic, and then suggested with a serious face.

Lu Chenran put the book in his hand into his arms. He didn't want to break the casserole and ask the question, so he smiled and nodded:
  "Alright."

For the first time, he felt that this young prince was good at everything. He was gentle and polite to others, but he had more male chauvinism in his heart.

get up,

Put on fox fur,
  He picked up the snow fox and put it in his arms, rubbed its head and rubbed its chin.

Snow Fox raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes comfortably, and did not forget to glance sideways at the young prince.

Xuehu was very satisfied with what Ran'er had done by choking the young prince. Li Zijun put on his gown, thought about it, and threw the bronze mirror aside.

"Brother Lu, let's go."

Two people and one fox walked together.

As the largest city in the eastern part of the Northern Territory, there are still many merchants gathered there.

Along the way, all the shops have red lanterns hanging high. Even though it is late at night, there are still a lot of people and the sound of people playing is endless.

The fifteenth day of October every year is called the Xiayuan Festival, which originates from Taoism. Together with the fifteenth day of the first lunar month and the fifteenth day of the seventh month, they are collectively called the "Three Yuan Festivals". It is also one of the most traditional festivals in the world.

The origin of the Xiayuan Festival can also be traced back to the more ancient water sacrifices in this world.

Over time, the Water Sacrifice gradually evolved into a festival with folk beliefs and Taoist characteristics.

Taoism has been deeply rooted in this place for thousands of years, and its influence on the northern border is particularly significant. Therefore, the people in the northern border regard the Xiayuan Festival as the most important memorial day. The main sacrifice is "Shuiguan Emperor" who controls the waters of the world and can eliminate disasters. Bless peace.

The Xiayuan Festival has also become a festival to pray for blessings, ward off disasters, and seek peace from misfortunes.

However, in Lu Chenran's impression, an ancient 'Xiayuan Festival' that was not even bothered to mark on the calendar has gradually been forgotten in the long history of Blue Star. Only a few rural areas may still have a trace of it. Aftertaste. Even Halloween, Christmas, and other foreign festivals are much more lively than such traditional festivals.

In comparison, the two brothers of Xiayuanjie are much more famous:

During the Shangyuan Festival, people eat Lantern Festival and enjoy the lanterns; during the Hungry Ghost Festival, people burn paper money and place lanterns on the river; during the Ghost Festival, they worship.

Lively and lively, gloomy and gloomy, each has its own flavor.

Along the way.

All the vendors, or those who presided over the sacrifice, were preparing for the water sacrifice in the next few days. Lu Chenran was walking among the fireworks in this world, feeling the lively and noisy popularity for the first time in a long time.

Walking through the streets and alleys along the way, Lu Chenran had already seen many people placing tributes in the open space in front of their houses. The rice had frozen solid, and the smoke from the incense was burning.

Some wealthy families even hung a string of silver coins on their eaves.

Seemingly sensing Lu Chenran's curiosity and doubts, the young prince explained gently:
  "Brother Lu seems to have stayed in the mountains all year round and has been away from the secular world for too long."

"On the eve of the Xiayuan Festival, there is a folk custom of burning incense and offering silver to pray for blessings. It is commonly known as 'Pugu', which means to pray for lonely souls."

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Lu Chenran nodded, smiled and said:

"That's right."

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But in my heart, I couldn't help but think of the good man Wang Er by the Loach River.

He also wonders whether his son, an alcoholic, will be forgiven and forgiven by the city god here on the Xiayuan Festival, and his lonely soul will be saved.
  Smoke was burning everywhere in the downtown area. The sound of suonas and gongs and drums came from all directions. The streets were crowded and people were stepping on each other. Everyone was almost pushed away by the crowd. The young prince took Lu Chenran's hand and held it. To prevent the two of them from getting lost.

from a distance.

Not far from the Chenghuang Temple, a stage was set up.

There were people hitting balls, demonstrating sword dances, and even some bears doing somersaults, climbing on ropes, swallowing iron swords alive, etc. In the audience, Wu Zhu was explaining and his mouth was dry and his drums were trembling.
  "No one comes out to play in the empty alley, and the candlelight passes like a lamp." ’

"The wandering girl came back to look for the pendant ear, and the neighbor next to her was moved by it after seeing it. ’

At first, he didn't quite understand the artistic conception of this poem. Seeing such a crowded flow of people, Lu Chenran couldn't help but feel a little emotional in his heart:
  "The witch Zhu Xi said in detail the events of the year, and the temple was busy with drums and flutes for ten miles." ’

‘The ancient sages described the meaning of this temple in great detail’

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(End of this chapter)