After the global recovery I crossed

Lin Xingtao entered the dreamland accompanied by the beautiful and rippling dream of the Destiny's Child.

He dreamed of a pair of burning golden longan eyes, and then woke up suddenly.

There was silence in the Taoist temple.The sound of snow falling from the eaves to the ground was sometimes soft and sometimes heavy.

The wind blows in through the cracks in the windows and the big hole in the top of the head, and the coolness makes the huddled children squeeze even tighter.

Lin Xingtao tucked the corner of the curtain with his hands, pushed back the hair that was covering Qingqing's face, and then wiped the drool from the corner of Dale's mouth.

It seems that Dale is also very greedy for meat.Lin Xingtao looked towards the door.

In the silence where the sound of breathing could be heard, there was a "click" knock on the door, which was very clear.

Unlike a normal knock on the door, it was like a dying person struggling to raise his hand and knocking heavily on the door with the last bit of strength.

click.

one more time.

This second sound made Lin Xingtao sure that the first sound was not a hallucination.

He waited for the third chime.

But the third sound was delayed, but there were some shrill howls in the wind.Something rubbed against the wooden door, making a horrible creaking sound.

Like something small with sharp nails trying to climb the doorknob.

Maybe it was a baby who had just died and was frozen to death in this world of ice and snow.

That thing wants to come in.

Lin Xingtao was terrified by his fantasy.No, maybe a normal kid calling for help.

He held his other cold hand with one hand and rubbed it vigorously to keep warm.

The creaking outside the door suddenly stopped, and a faint voice of mosquitoes and flies sounded: "Help!"

Although the voice was small, it was sincere, as if there was a fragile child who was in danger and needed help from a kind person outside the door.

But Lin Xingtao leaned against the pillar and wiped off the cold sweat behind his clothes.

The person who said the word "help" so sincerely is either a poor person who often needs help from others, or——

I am used to listening to other people's cries for help, over and over again, so that the sound of others' desperate cries for help is so moving.

Just as Lin Xingtao was keeping calm and thinking of countermeasures, a cold hand slipped onto his waist unexpectedly.

He was startled, turned his head quickly and saw Qingqing's calm expression.

"It's a monster." She said, moved her hand from Lin Xingtao's waist to her hand, and held it.

Hard.

A kind of thorn-like warmth rushed to the cool place.

Lin Xingtao was comforted by this little warmth.

He stood up with a serious expression and wanted to protect everyone, but Qingqing held his hand firmly.

She listened attentively and said softly, "It's gone."

After a while, a ray of light came out from the sky, and Lin Xingtao, who couldn't sleep at all, let go of Qingqing's warm hand, and walked to the door with calm eyes.

opened the door.

There was not a single footprint on the snow outside the door.

Lin Xingtao closed the door, glanced past the door, but stopped again.

The only thick wooden door that maintained the dignity of the Taoist temple was covered with long and short scratches.

Some are deep, some are shallow, and there are blood marks, which look like scratches from bird claws.

The most conspicuous thing is the stench and decay hanging on the door knocker——

chunks of meat.

Lin Xingtao identified it for a long time, and found that it was a human palm that had been pecked bloody and bloody, and the three fingers were hooked on the door knocker, showing a strange appearance of a human pulling a ring.

He slammed the door shut and turned to meet Shang Qingqing's worried gaze.

"What it is?"

"It's a monster that eats people."

"What monster?"

"Probably a bird."

"Why doesn't it fly in from overhead?"

"There is a god here."

"Why didn't it come in at the end?"

"It can't come in." Qingqing said, "but it has found a way. It asked humans to open a way for itself. Next time, it might come in."

When Lin Xingtao saw the clay statue, he felt that maybe he should go to worship.

He thought of some witty words in his mind to comfort himself:

The sancheck has passed, and the san value is safe.

-

In the snowstorm, a big black bird flew through the air, and human limbs fell from the big bird.

A thin figure walking alone cursed fiercely when he saw this scene.

But the snowflakes stuck to his beard, and he opened his mouth to curse, spitting out fine shards of ice.

His beard was as stiff as the whisk in his hand.

He murmured to himself, "It is said that the east has the auspicious air of a king. Those Taoist priests are like dogs smelling bones. Even the monsters raised by Sanhei real people have come."

He didn't see himself as one of the dogs chasing bones at all.

"The bullshit Dalin's vitality is obviously not exhausted, and this kingly spirit can still come from the people." The east is where the king's capital is, so it's not nonsense that there is a kingly spirit in the east.

"Shit Xiangrui!" He cursed again, sitting down like a carrot squatting and panting.

After a while, he wiped his eyes with his hand and looked east.

No matter how far apart the royal court was, there was still a blue-purple aura rising like the morning glow. In the morning glow, a big blue-purple dragon circled back and forth, screaming like pain and anger in the eyes of these spirit watchers.

"Where is this real Dragon Emperor?" The old man discouragedly took out the jug and took a sip of wine to warm his stomach.

Then he patted his butt and stood up again.

The wind blew violently.

Huhu——

The old man opened his eyes wide.

Snowflakes fluttered before his eyes.

In the quiet whiteness, the old man shook his hand.

Look to the ground.

On the snow, a long shape floated up.

Like a snake.

- Also like a dragon.

The dragon is stuck in the snow.

The old man trembled all over, and knelt down with an "ouch".

He kowtowed three times in the direction of the dragon's head, then stood up neatly, exuberant and excited like a young man in his prime.

"For God's sake, I'm Zhengqingmen!" He shouted in his heart, "The True Dragon Emperor is near here!"

He made a magic formula, and the whole person stepped on the snow without a trace, and ran quickly in the direction of the dragon's tail.

……

At this time, Lin Xingtao had already bought the best clothes, best blessings, and best boys in Guanli, and embarked on the road of begging.

Before setting off, he broke the head of the best boy, Da Le, and carefully looked at himself through his eyes.

Ah that eyebrows!Ah those eyes!Ah that nose!ah!ah!ah!He can watch all day!

The face is indeed the same face, except that the clothes that are too shabby may reduce the charm, Lin Xingtao feels that he can still be regarded as a peerless dragon.

If he changed his clothes, he dared to say that he was a man from heaven.

Da Le told him that they can't take the big road, if they go the big road, they will bump into nobles, and then they will die.

Lin Xingtao expressed his understanding, just like people will die if they don’t eat, it’s the truth.

The main road was clean, but the path they walked was dirty. The unmelted snow was stepped on by shoes, and it looked ugly like a gutter full of internal organs in a vegetable market.

Lin Xingtao felt a little uncomfortable as the shoes were soaked in water and made a rattling sound on the ground, while Da Le was still telling him the precautions about begging.

For example, the place they are going to is the market in the south, but they can only occupy a small space on the side of the market.

For example, there will be officers and soldiers with knives parading in the market, and beggars like them are generally ignored.

For example, you can keep all the food you ask for, but the money must be handed over to the big beggars in other plots.

Da Le who said these words was more like a teacher than Lin Xingtao, he was not stupid at all, and his self-confidence and wildness were revealed.

With such high spirits, if Lin Xingtao is the person who is assessing the teacher's qualification certificate, he must give him a sentence: the typhoon is stable and well-organized.

Da Le pointed forward: "It's right there."

It was a small corner, and it looked clean. The advantage was that there was an eave on the wall behind it, which could keep out the wind. The disadvantage was that it was a bit remote and narrow.

Da Le directed the children to spread out a piece of cloth and thatch. A disabled child sat in the front.

"Is that so?" Lin Xingtao asked.

Da Le shook his head: "It has been snowing heavily recently, and the snow has just melted today. There are not many people in the market, and there is no need to do any tricks as usual."

So Lin Xingtao calmed down, tucking the exposed cotton wool back into his clothes with his hands, while watching the people passing by.

I, Lin Xingtao, have been domineering for so many years, and I am finally going to meet my own silly white sweet in this world.

Obediently eat my tricks!

Or say: Obediently cry because I am handsome!