The first day of the Lunar New Year is the time when Hansu worships the gods.

Originally, Hezhou produced grain and had a prosperous population. Hansu was also considered a large county, and it was adjacent to Heyuan, with a population of at least 200,000 people.

I heard that there are twenty to thirty thousand people in the city alone.

But later there was a military disaster, and there were monsters again, and many people died. However, just like this, people knew that monsters were scary, so after the Snow Temple was built, every year on the first day of the Lunar New Year and the sixth day of June, almost half of the entire Hansu

People who can still walk around will come to the temples on the edge of the snowfield to worship. Many people even carry baskets on their backs and carry burdens filled with incense, and worship next to each other, not missing any temple.

At that time, the temple was really full of smoke, and pilgrims crowded together on the edge of the snowfield. Sometimes there would be a long queue at the entrance of the snow temple.

County towns have become empty cities, and rural areas have become empty villages.

When meeting the newly appointed county officials, everyone was shocked.

The drought in Hezhou in the past two years has not stopped people from coming here to offer incense. However, after the epidemic, it will no longer be possible. Many people died, and Hansu City still sealed the city and strictly controlled entry and exit.

It's just that the city was closed, but the countryside was not.

There are still sparse black spots between the sky and the earth, wrapped in thick clothes, covering their mouths and noses, braving the wind and snow.

The nearest inhabited village to the border of the snowfield, where the Taoist stayed at the temple, was about twenty miles away. The woman set out at dawn, taking her children and carrying the scent of grass on her back, and walked for more than an hour to reach the snow temple.

The snow is too thick and the wind is too strong.

The woman carried a basket on her back against the wind, and the child was weak since he was young. One foot was deep and the other was shallow. Occasionally, the wind would blow him a little to the side of the road.

I don't know if it was because of the influence of the gods, but when she got closer, the wind and snow here became weaker.

"mother."

"talk less."

"Why are there so few people this year?"

"There is a plague this year."

"Are they all dead?"

"..."

The woman did not answer this, but just said: "It is better if there are fewer people, so as not to get sick."

"Muramasa said that after eating the sacred water sent by the landlady, we will no longer get sick."

"Still be careful."

"The snow is so deep here!"

"talk less."

"Why do we come here to worship God? Why not worship Mother Earth?"

"Tell you to stop talking."

"Why?"

"Because there are monsters here, who want to eat people and spread diseases. It is precisely because there are gods in the sky and a temple for the gods has been built here that the monsters dare not come out. We come here to burn incense so that the gods can protect us.

Being eaten by the monster inside will help the disease to heal quickly." The woman panted and said, "When we go back, we can worship the land mother-in-law."

"Monster? Where is it?"

"It's just behind these temples, in the snow, inside the inside."

"Then what does the immortal look like?"

"Just like in Chang's Temple."

"Mom, have you ever seen a fairy?"

"I don't know if I've seen it before, but sometimes gods will turn into humans, and you won't be able to recognize them when you see them."

"What if someone goes into the snow?"

"Will be eaten by monsters..."

The woman replied patiently while panting, not forgetting her vigilant warning: "You must not go in there..."

But she didn't notice that the child next to her stared ahead with a pair of dark eyes.

In the direction he was looking, there was a Taoist priest walking alone into the snowy sky with a bamboo stick. His footprints extended from the entrance of the temple to the snowy field behind the temple.

Until the child reaches out and points in that direction:

"Is that a fairy?"

The woman then looked in the direction he pointed.

The wind and snow were so heavy that I could hardly see clearly.

The woman couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Is that a fairy?"

The child opened his eyes and asked again.

"have no idea……"

"Is that a monster?"

"I don't know! Leave it alone! Stop talking!"

"oh……"

The children still couldn't help but stare in that direction.

The figure walked further and further away, gradually blurred by the wind and snow. Perhaps adults could no longer see clearly, but children often have brighter eyes and can still see clearly and are reluctant to blink.

I don’t know if he is a god or not.

I don't know if it's a monster.

I'm afraid he will remember me for many years.

Hearing his mother's tug on his hand, the child silently quickened his steps and followed his mother into the small temple in front.

This is Hansu’s tradition of worshiping gods.

The plague is also unstoppable.

If we want to say how long this tradition is, how long is it?

It has only been more than ten years since Heyuan was occupied by the big demon.

But don’t underestimate these ten years. Even for people who are in their prime, these ten years have been most of their lives since they can remember it. For young people, this has been true since childhood.

This has been the case since childhood, and it has been like this since ancient times, and there is not much difference.

Maybe one day the demons in Heyuan will be eliminated, there will still be people who follow the tradition and come here to worship the gods. Every year on the first day of the Lunar New Year and the sixth day of June, this continuous line of snow temples will still be full of incense, so you will have better luck.

It may continue to be passed down for thousands of years.

I just don’t know what future generations thought.

…

A swallow shuttles through the clouds at high speed, sometimes rushing into the clouds, fighting against the rain and fog, sometimes passing through the clouds, soaring between the windy and snowy sky and earth, free and strong.

The land is covered with snow, flat and vast.

There shouldn't be any swallows at this time of year.

This world seems to have a pair of eyes, watching the swallow, and the swallow is also watching this world with its own eyes.

Flap your wings and rush into the clouds.

He turned around and shot straight down like an arrow.

The cold wind, ice and snow are all around me.

Until flying to the edge of the snowfield.

There was a Taoist priest sitting cross-legged on the snow, covered with snow from the wind.

"brush!"

The swallow crashed into the Taoist and disappeared.

The cold wind doesn't stop and the sobbing doesn't stop.

The snow is really heavier than goose feathers.

The Taoist opened his eyes, stood up, and then, holding his bamboo stick, without saying a word, he headed north to the center of the snowfield.

After walking ten miles, the snow reached to my knees.

After walking twenty miles, the snow reached my thighs.

After walking for thirty miles, there is no trace left in the snow.

The world gradually turned white, and I couldn't tell the boundary between sky and earth, and I didn't know whether I was walking on snow or clouds.

Still walking and watching.
To be continued...