Snow fell from the sky, and snowflakes as big as feathers fell one after another. In less than half an hour, there was a vast white snow between the sky and the earth.

Today is New Year's Eve. Yulin City, which has been deserted for many days, seems lively as the heavy snow comes.

Although there is no light or decoration, and the store that has been closed is still open, there are more pedestrians on the street, and people can be seen everywhere on the streets, either holding umbrellas or wearing straw raincoats, hawkers carrying loads, strong men carrying pork, and decent people visiting relatives and friends.

After the Chinese New Year, the city should be lively, and, compared with previous years, this cannot be considered lively, it is just that there are many people.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. The fire tower outside Pudu Temple was covered with oil cloth at some point. The snowflakes fell on the oil cloth. From a distance, it looked like ice peaks.

Chen Tong stood under the fire tower and looked up at the top of the tower.

This is her first time spending the New Year in Yulin. If Xiao Ren had not reminded her, she would not have known that Yulin has such a custom.

I don’t know what customs there are in Liujiawan where she lived since childhood, but unfortunately she doesn’t remember them at all.

Most people in Liujiawan have never seen her. I think at that time, she stayed at home with her grandmother and didn’t go out during the Chinese New Year.

Chen Tong was thinking a lot and turned around and walked into the temple.

On New Year's Eve, there were no pilgrims in the temple. Several little nuns who were so cold that they were shrinking their shoulders and clamping their backs were sweeping the snow. Chen Tong did not return to Ci'an's residence, so she walked slowly in the temple.

She was wearing a snow-white fox fur, which was brought from Xi'an by a big cake. The rare white fox fur was hunted by Xiao Ren in Guandong.

Chen Tong walked through the main halls, and the ancient pines in Pudu Temple were towering in the sky, green pines and white snow, solemn and solemn.

"Amitabha, is Donor Shen watching the snow?"

A girl in green stood on the steps in front of the hall, with her hands folded.

"Master Leran is here to watch the snow, too?" Chen Tong asked back.

"No, just now some disciples said that the eaves of this hall were broken, so Pomnie came to take a look."

Chen Tong looked over her gaze and saw a piece missing from a flying eaves, which was falling on the snow below.

"Fortunately, it didn't hit anyone." Chen Tong said.

"Amitabha, Bodhisattva bless you." Master Leran said.

Master Leran said, picking up the piece that fell on the ground and carefully put it under the corridor.

Chen Tong said goodbye to Master Leran, returned the same way, and returned to Ci'an's residence.

"Miss, I have done everything." Fangfei ran over as soon as she entered the door, her face full of excitement.

Chen Tong nodded and lowered his voice and said, "Be careful, someone has entered the temple."

Although heavy snow covered the traces, a shrub fell not far from where the eaves fell. The bush had its leaves fell in winter and would bud again in spring next year. Looking at the direction of the shrub, someone jumped off the eaves, but did not stand firm. He rushed forward and fell on the shrub. The branches were pressed hard and fell to the side.

Fangfei was startled and hurriedly covered her mouth, arched her waist, raised her legs high, and then gently fell down. Even though the snow on the ground had swept through, she still walked into the house with deep and shallow feet...

In fact, just when Shen Tong was patrolling the temple, Fangfei had already done a lot of things.

There was laughter and joy in Princess Yining's yard.
Chapter completed!