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In the past few days, the city of Buling has been decorated with lanterns and festoons, as if welcoming some major festival.

"Prayer Festival?"

Ji Wenliang stood in front of the door of the medical hall, holding up a square lantern.

Doctor Wang's apprentice was standing at the top of the wooden ladder. He took the lantern Ji Wenliang handed him, and tied it to the eaves of the door. Against the backdrop of the red lantern, the words "No Credit Medical Center" were faintly displayed. The ground rejoiced.

"The Festival of Prayer for Immortals is the most important festival in our Unspirited City."

According to legend, 1000 years ago, Buling City was not called Buling City. It was just an unknown small village with dozens of households scattered and making their living by farming.

One day, a fairy came to the village.

This immortal is dressed in a white robe, holding a dust whisk in his hand, standing in the mid-air with a jade tree facing the wind, overlooking the green mountains and green waters, and marveling at the outstanding people.

The immortal lived on the high mountain next to the village.

Occasionally one day, a villager climbed a mountain to collect herbs and found a small Taoist temple on the mountain.

At the beginning, there were only immortals and a few of his apprentices in this Taoist temple. Gradually, more and more people came to worship the teacher, and the small Taoist temple became a big sect.

Only then did the villagers know that these were all cultivators.

Immortal cultivators are not immortals after all, and they also need to purchase daily necessities from nearby villagers, and apprentices also need to stay at the villagers' homes.

They are generous, and the life of the villagers is getting richer and richer.

Slowly, the village turned into a town, and the town turned into a city, and gradually became prosperous.

The villagers were grateful for the kindness of the immortal, so they asked the immortal to give them a name when they built the city.

The immortal tapped his toes, raised his sword, and saw white light flickering, chi chi, stone chips fell down one after another, and there were two big characters on the city gate - Lingcheng.

Lingcheng and Zongmen take care of each other and live in peace.

Unexpectedly, 500 years ago, an earthquake suddenly occurred in Lingcheng, and the mountains and rivers swayed, spreading thousands of miles away.

Needless to say, the losses that Lingcheng suffered in this earthquake, but people have always been the most tenacious, and they quickly cheered up and rebuilt their new home.

But for some reason, since that earthquake, the sect has declined day by day.

The people in the city first noticed that there were fewer people who came to worship the master, and then the people in the sect also left the master's gate and disappeared.

The immortal came alone, and when he left, he was alone.

Before leaving, some people in the city asked why, the immortal shook his head without saying a word, drew out his sword, and carved a word "no" before the word "Spirit City".

This word "No" is crooked and full of decadence, far less light and elegant than the previous two characters.

The mood is different.

"Since then, life has been difficult, so everyone kills chickens and sheep on this day every year, praying for the return of the immortal."

No matter how much you pray, the immortal will never come again.

Ji Wenliang sighed silently, he finally knew what was going on.

Affected by the terrain, some places in the human world are rich in spiritual energy, while others are thin. The immortal wanted to open up a sect, so he naturally wanted to find a place with abundant spiritual energy, so he chose the spiritual city. He never thought that an earthquake would change the situation. The topographical pattern of the place makes the aura overflow.

No wonder there is no spirit in this place.

How can a cultivator improve his cultivation without spiritual energy?The sect was destroyed.

Ordinary people don't understand this reasoning, they just think that after creating a prosperous scene, the immortal can come back.

What a coincidence that he and Feng Li fell into such a place?

Doctor Wang's apprentice put away the ladder and asked casually, "By the way, your cousin's injury is almost healed?"

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Ji Wenliang called Feng Li his cousin outside.

Feng Li lived in the medical center and went in and out every day, how could Doctor Wang's apprentice not know how his injury was?After Ji Wenliang thought about it for a while, he realized that this was a disguised form of pushing people away.

Feng Li's injury has healed early, but I don't know why his mana has not recovered. Logically speaking, even if he is a handyman, he shouldn't live in the employer's house. It's just that the two of them have no money and have nowhere to go, so they are shameless it's here.

Ji Wenliang was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer, when Dr. Wang came out of the hall and told them to close the door.

"Why is it closed so early today?"

Doctor Wang's apprentice seemed very happy, forgot the topic just now, and replied: "There will be celebrations on every main street tonight, so close early to see the excitement, you don't always stay in the medical hall, you should go out let's go."

Ji Wenliang's heart skipped a beat.

It's good to go out for a walk, but it's too boring to be alone.

Feng Li... Feng Li has been very busy these days, going out every day, probably to find a way to recover his mana, he didn't want to ask too many questions, for fear of hurting Lord Slaughter God's self-esteem.

Dinner is extremely simple, nothing more than cabbage, radish and potatoes.

Ji Wenliang picked up a chopstick of cabbage, seemingly unintentionally mentioned: "The city looks very lively today."

"Ah."

"I heard it's the Festival of Prayer for Immortals? It's very unique, I've never heard of it before."

"Ah."

It has been hinted to this extent, but you still don't understand?

Ji Wenliang fiddled with the rice in the bowl a few times.

At this time, Feng Li stopped the bowl and chopsticks and stood up.

Ji Wenliang looked at him nervously.

"I'm going to chop wood."

"Fire... firewood is enough."

"Chop more."

Chop you, just chop all the trees on the mountain!

When Feng Li finished chopping firewood and entered the house, Ji Wenliang was reading a book by the window.

The original wooden table was placed in the center of the room, but Ji Wenliang later suggested to place it in front of the window, so that we can see the scenery outside while eating, and have good light when reading.

"Reading medical books?"

"Ah."

His tone was very closed, very indifferent.

"But want to be a doctor?"

Ji Wenliang's eyes stopped on the book, and he didn't look at him, and said indifferently: "What's wrong with being a doctor?"

The book in his hand was suddenly taken away, and Ji Wenliang raised his head.

In summer, the sun is like a crazy child, refusing to set for a long time, leaving the last afterglow to dye the corner of the sky red.

As soon as he left the side door of the medical hall, Ji Wenliang was in trouble.

He doesn't go out often, and he is not familiar with the roads of Blind City. It is said that there are celebrations on every main street, but where should we go first?

Feng Li was very thoughtful, he led Ji Wenliang through the winding alleys.

Turning a corner, the elegant aroma of plants hits the face.

This is a flower street.

There are more than [-] shops in the whole flower street, and every family is engaged in the flower business.

On this day of Prayer for Immortals, each shop displays the best flowers in the shop, and as far as the eye can see, it is full of bright purples and reds.

Flower Street is always open, and there are very few people visiting at this moment.

Because of this, you can slow down and enjoy it quietly.

In addition to selling flowers, the shops in Flower Street also make some flower-related handicrafts. If you meet a customer who buys a lot, you will give one or two to please them, and of course they will be sold separately.

In front of the stall, Ji Wenliang picked up a pendant.

This pendant is the size of a broad bean, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. It is in the shape of a flower pot. The whole body is white and smooth without any impurities. A red string goes through the hole at the bottom. It is a very simple and elegant style.

Seeing someone coming, the stall owner walked over enthusiastically and said, "This is made at home, and it's not expensive, five cents."

When others heard the price, they thought it was cheap, but Ji Wenliang put it back silently, and walked away with Feng Li.

"what happened?"

"We have no money."

If you have money, you can travel all over the world, but you can't walk without money.

Feng Li thought for a while, then took out from his pocket...well, a copper coin.

Ji Wenliang was surprised when he saw the money in his hand, and asked, "Where did it come from?"

"Pick it up."

Killing God is really powerful, and you can pick up money when you go out, I am ashamed of myself.

only……

Seeing Ji Wenliang's hesitant expression, Feng Li instantly understood.

He is very familiar with this expression, it has also appeared on the six-headed face before.

If you can’t buy it for a penny, you will suffer losses, you can’t buy it for a penny, and you can’t be fooled, and you can’t buy anything for a penny.

But Fengli has a special way to make money, he dragged Ji Wenliang to the end of Huajie Street, where there is a casino.

Even on such a day when it is time to go out and celebrate, the casino is not deserted.

A gambler seemed to have won a lot of money, yelled like crazy, and ran around the lobby, almost hitting Ji Wenliang.

Fortunately, Feng Li grabbed his waist in time and supported him.

There is a lot of fish and dragons in the casino, and such ambiguous actions will not attract attention.

The gaming table in the corner happened to be starting a new game.

The dealer skillfully shook the dice Gu, which dazzled people, and then he slammed it again, causing the hearts of the people around him to tremble.

"Do you want to go down?" Feng Li asked.

It's not impossible to place a bet, anyway, this penny was picked up.

only……

Ji Wenliang didn't know anything about it, and looked at Feng Li as if asking for help.

"Small." Feng Li whispered in his ear.

Since Lord Slaughter God said it was small, let's make it small.

As soon as the Gu cup is opened, the sum of the points of the three dice is ten.

Howls and cheers burst out at the same time, mixed joy and sorrow.

Ji Wenliang asked anxiously: "Win or lose?"

"Four to ten is small."

"That's... winning?!" Ji Wenliang's eyes lit up.

"Won."

Feng Li took out a rope from nowhere and threaded the copper coins he won together.

"Sixteen o'clock, big."

"Five o'clock, little."

"Thirteen o'clock, sir."

There were more and more copper coins on the rope, and Ji Wenliang's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled drumbeat outside the street, which meant that the dragon dance was about to start.

People in the casino never join in the fun, and the drumbeat was quickly buried in the din.

Feng Li heard it.

"Still betting?" he whispered.

Ji Wenliang just woke up like a dream. He came out to play, so why did he become addicted to gambling?

The two of them left the casino just now, and the sky was getting dark at this time.

"How do you know the points?"

Feng Li looked at Ji Wenliang's adoring gaze, and said, "I can hear it."

When he first entered the casino, Feng Li naturally didn't understand anything. The first win was all due to luck. After watching a few rounds, he understood how to play.

Ji Wenliang only thought that Fengli was omnipotent, so he didn't investigate further.

The two turned a corner and entered another main street.

This place is much more lively than Flower Street, full of voices and hustle and bustle.

On the main street, a nine-section silk and satin dragon flew up and down on the beat of the drum, and swayed its tail left and right.

This is the dragon dance performance.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three drums sounded one after another, resounding through the long street, and everyone looked at the dragon's head one after another.

After a while, a huge fireball spit out from the dragon's head, causing a burst of exclamation and applause.

The firecrackers tied to the dragon crackled, and every spark that burst out was tainted with joy.

In such a festive atmosphere, it is hard not to be infected.

The crowd was turbulent, and they followed the dragon dance team from the street to the end of the street, and the night was completely dark.

The author has something to say:

Thank you for your comments~ I am so touched~ Today is the second update~ There will be an update this month, but I can’t decide on the specific time, I will post it when I finish writing~ There are about five chapters left in this world~

Tomorrow is my country's 11th National Disaster Prevention and Mitigation Day—no, it's Mother's Day. I wish mothers all over the world happy~