Although Zhou Sheng was still obsessed with the vixen, he suddenly became enlightened and knew how to make progress, which was a good thing for Mr. Zhou.

It shows that this visit was not in vain.

After Mr. Zhou wiped away the accumulated dust on the statue, he was already panting from exhaustion.

Lin Zhuming helped him down.

"I do all the ancestor worship in our family. Every year when we celebrate the New Year, I personally clean the incense candle holder, the offering plate, and even the memorial tablets of our ancestors. This is not considered tiring."

"It's just that this matter, I don't know when it will be passed on to my son."

Rich Master Zhou has completely believed in "Tao" and is a devout believer. After all, the things he has experienced these days are too magical.

"Is there anything missing from the solution?" Rich Master Zhou asked.

"There are still two green and white spirit flags left. It would be best if they could be made of cloth. If not made of cloth, paper lakes will suffice. Also, does Zhou Yuanwai know where to find jujube trees struck by lightning?"

The Qinghua spirit flag is used by Lin Zhuming to attract lonely souls and wild ghosts from all directions.

The paper figures, paper horses, and golden boys and girls are used to guide the immortal officials of the Qinghua world to clear the way.

Although there are not enough manpower, we cannot open pools and fire swamps to practice alchemy for all living beings.

However, it is still possible to eliminate disasters and relieve suffering, resolve grievances and eliminate evil, and provide relief and food for others.

Rich Man Zhou waved his hand: "It's just two flags. This is simple, but the jujube tree struck by lightning is rare. I'm afraid it's hard to find, but I will also help you, Master Lin, to find out."

Zhao Zhongxin was a little unbelievable and whispered: "My master has followed his family and performed many rituals. He is always the kind of picky person. Why does this seem like a different person?"

"It shows that your senior brother, I have great merit in saving people!" Lin Zhuming said with a smile.

Zhao Zhongxin said: You are the better at deceiving.

Rich Man Zhou walked around the back yard again and found that Lin Zhuming only had a futon to meditate on. He sighed: "Master Lin is really a noble scholar. He is simple himself, but he also wants to benefit all living beings."

Waiting for noon, the old people brought their grandchildren or granddaughters to the Wanshou Palace. By this time, they had already picked a lot of mugwort and wild vegetables.

Lin Zhuming followed Er La to take out the rice, dug out the stone mill from the backyard, and started grinding "rice flour" to make Qingming moxa balls.

Even Mr. Zhou helped wash the mugwort leaves and light a fire to boil water.

Children are playing hopscotch on the side. If you have a steamer at home, bring it with you.

Lin Zhuming did the grinding himself, just like doing Tai Chi.

While carefully following the old man chatting about homely matters.

Zhou Sheng looked at Lin Zhuming's appearance, and suddenly his hostility towards Lin Zhuming dropped. He felt that this person was not so much like Fa Hai.

A child who was flapping butterflies in the grass was led by the butterflies to the peach blossom tree. He was instantly attracted by the peach blossoms. After looking at it carefully for a long time, he picked off the most beautiful branch. He walked quietly behind the old man and used the peach blossom as a hairpin and inserted it diagonally.

Half white temples.

Then he walked forward and said with a smile: "Grandma, look at your head."

The old man touched the peach blossoms, but he also smiled: "I am old, and wearing flowers does not look good. I often wore flowers when I was young."

But he plucked the peach blossoms, walked slowly inside the palace, and put the peach blossoms into the pure vase in front of the statue of Taojun.

Lin Zhuming smiled slightly: "Who said you can't wear flowers when you are old?"

Zhao Zhongxin teased: "Senior brother, do you also want a hairpin?"

The children laughed, but were quickly attracted by the kittens, puppies, butterflies and tadpoles.

It actually added a lot of vitality.

"When my master was here, there were not so many children coming to play." Zhao Zhongxin said.

"What a wonderful child." Lin Zhuming said: "Since there is such a piece of land at the entrance of the temple, let them play."

The Qingming moxa dumplings were steamed quickly and were green and green.

The flames in the wood stove are bright and the smoke of fireworks is spreading, as well as the sweet smell of green dumplings.

"How long until we can eat?"

"It takes a quarter of an hour to steam after the water boils!"

The child didn't know how long a quarter of an hour lasted, but it was obvious that he still had time to play. The naughty child began to hold incense and light the firecrackers collected from somewhere. After a while, the sound of exploding firecrackers sounded at the edge of the field.

"Aww..."

The child fried cow dung, but the lead was too short, so the result was not very beautiful.

An old woman was cursing, and she seemed to be the parent of the doll. She picked up a bamboo stick and was about to smoke it.

The baby cried and ran away.

It made everyone laugh, and the air was filled with a happy atmosphere.

After a while, a swallow landed in front of the Longevity Palace and looked at these people with its head tilted.

"The swallows are back!" The old man looked up and said, "This is the first one. It's here to report that we can start breeding grain."

The swallow is a good sign, Lin Zhuming nodded.

"Okay! Okay! The Youth League is ready!"

When I opened the steamer, I saw steam rising, hot and fresh.

Dark green, soft and waxy.

The children came again and watched eagerly.

Lin Zhuming took the kuaizi and put the green dumplings on the plate one by one, and gave the children a taste first: "Be careful when it's hot."

The old man next to him put the newly made green dumplings in and steamed them.

Rich Master Zhou and the others also received one.

"Haochi!"

The green dumplings were too hot. I switched my left hand to my right and took a bite. It still burned my mouth, but the children still praised it.

Rich Master Zhou took a sip and found that there was no sweetness at all, with a faint aroma of moxa, but the taste was soft and waxy.

In fact, he had not eaten such a simple pastry for a long time. After all, there were too many pastry shops in Nanjing, and Qingtuan was too simple and unpretentious.

Lin Zhuming picked up six of them, put them on a plate, and brought them to the statue of Daojun.

Mr. Dao also seemed to have a smile on his lips, and seemed to be very satisfied with this tribute.

The children wanted to eat more, but they were beaten by the old people: "I wish I could finish it in one bite!"

Lin Zhuming didn't care: "Make more and take it home to taste. Two plates are enough for this Qingming tribute."

The old people looked at the children eagerly, but they didn't want to refuse, so they could only show shy and embarrassed smiles.

If their family wasn't so poor, they probably wouldn't be so embarrassed about this favor.

"Don't be polite if your child likes to eat. Thank you all for your help these days. Didn't you pick these mugwort leaves too? What's there to be embarrassed about?" Lin Zhuming smiled and continued to grind the rice into powder.

This was done until it was getting dark, and then we stopped working.

Rich Master Zhou also went back in the bullock cart. He just said to Zhou Sheng on the road: "Master Lin is really a wise man. Originally, Master Zhao did not give me such a feeling. He is sincere and kind to others.

Look at those children and those old people, who have only known him for a short time, and they are actually introducing female dolls to him."

Zhou Sheng nodded: "It is indeed different from the magic stick in my impression."
Chapter completed!