The Mid-Autumn Festival is rainy.

This Mid-Autumn Festival is not as sentimental or romantic as in previous years.

Continuous rains and rising river water are weighing heavily on everyone's mind, and Westerners are also waiting and watching. Different from the raging rains and flood peaks in previous years, if Baijiao and Chunyang were prepared, they would break out at this time, and use the right time and place to disrupt Suzhou and Hangzhou. It would be more likely

Use the flood to flood the golden mountains and severely damage Western religion.

As time went by, I felt completely reassured that I would not be able to escape this disaster after drinking that wine, but I was still cautious.

Practitioners all know that Bai Jiao once said something.

In the heavy rain and flood, she is a god...

Maybe the low-level monks don't take it seriously and think that humans are the spirits of all things and are loved by heaven and earth. Who dares to claim to be a god in this world? There are many monks who are good at controlling water, but no one has made such nonsense.

However, the high-level monks knew that Bai Jiao was not exaggerating. The dragon was almost invincible in wind, rain and floods. Even with lower cultivation level, it could still exert terrifying power. At that time, the snake demon who was only in the demon pill stage dared to hit people with clouds and rain. It is said that Longmen

Inexplicable sandstorms have also occurred in the desert, and Jiuli Heibu was seriously injured.

This heavy rain is Baijiao's best and only chance.

However, a certain dragon is still in a daze selling paintings and umbrellas, eating and drinking all day long...

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus falls on the cold rain, and the tiny golden flowers cover the alleys, fall into the water, and flow over the mottled stone arch bridge.

The flowers are falling in the water, and a certain white man squats down with an oil-paper umbrella to carefully collect the small sweet-scented osmanthus. He picks up the small flowers and puts them into bamboo baskets, or picks them from the tree. The sweet-scented osmanthus is clear of dust, and the fragrance spreads far and wide.

It has a soft taste and is suitable for making food, desserts, and wine.

There was nothing unusual about Bai Bai, as if he was really in trouble.

Countless people are waiting for the rain to stop. After the rain stops, nothing will change. Without the help of wind, rain and floods, the dragon is like a dragon swimming in shallow water. The story of the White Snake will surely be staged.

Bai Yujun quickly collected enough sweet-scented osmanthus flowers and slowly returned to the shop carrying a small bamboo basket and a paper umbrella.

Several big white geese blocked the road, quacking and squawking as if they were about to start a fight. My brain ached, and I wanted to eat these big, fat and delicious white geese for a long time.

"It's really no brainer..."

The white goose is a strange creature, roughly similar to a honey badger.

Legend has it that the white goose has a unique eye structure and is relatively small no matter what it sees. Perhaps it is the biggest in their world. No matter who the opponent is, it dares to use its big mouth to twist it.

There are often ferocious geese attacking people in Osmanthus Alley. They usually just play in the water, but sometimes they get inexplicably nervous. Bai Yujun saw with his own eyes that the white geese knocked down the scholar, flapped its wings and twisted its mouth wildly, and the scholar screamed for help. Maybe this year also

Only such scoundrels dare to openly attack men of letters.

The big white goose lowered its head, straightened its neck and quacked. The big bump on its head looked like it had been beaten by someone and was swollen.

Rolling his eyes, he stretched out his hand to grab the stuffed animal's neck and threw it into the river. On a conditioned reflex, he put his hand in front of his pretty nose and smelled it. He smelled a strong smell of goose feathers between his fingers. Maybe the water smelled fishy from swimming.

"Food...it's better to wash it clean."

Wandering back to the shop, I saw three people from Zhuquan Temple coming back from alms.

Old Huixian was dressed in a straw raincoat and a straw hat, holding a wooden bowl in his hand. Little Stone was also dressed in the same style. Only the snake demon boy was wandering carelessly in the rain, carrying a big carp he caught somewhere.

They were accustomed to the life of ascetics and worked hard to save money to build Zhuquan Temple.

They said hello to each other and went inside to take shelter from the rain. Bai Yujun cast a spell to dry the petals for preservation.

If it rains too much and there is no sun, you can only use magic. In fact, natural drying is very good, saves trouble and is convenient. However, it is rainy outside and there is no sunshine. If you don't deal with it, it will be broken.

After finishing my work, I opened the window and rested my chin on my arm, leaning on the window sill to watch the rain.

Boats with awnings passed by in the river, and old men in straw hats and coir raincoats passed by with poles.

A thin layer of rainwater accumulated on the smooth stone road, and the falling raindrops stirred up bubbles, which slowly merged into the river along the cracks in the stone, and a few osmanthus flowers slipped away with them.

There is not much else in Osmanthus Alley, except for the willow trees and the osmanthus. When the flowers bloom, the fragrance is rich and intoxicating.

"Haha, I'm afraid many people are nervous~"

Many people will be super nervous on rainy days, perhaps waiting for the white dragon to completely enter the mortal world, or waiting for the water to flood the Jinshan Mountains and implicate the people of Suzhou and Hangzhou to commit murders, which is the legendary violation of the law of heaven. Then there is no need to be taboo.

Attacking the white dragon will cause retribution and damage one's own luck.

By the way, it is rare for a greedy dragon to hold on to a delicious food without moving its claws for more than half a year.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather becomes cooler...

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It is rare that the autumn rain stops.

Bai Yujun thought about picking some sweet-scented osmanthus flowers during the rare rainy weather to make wine and make desserts later, or make sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice and lotus root. If you get more, you can eat it for several more years.

Unexpectedly, Xu Jiaorong came to the store.

Xu Jiaorong often came to the shop to hang out. Bai Yujun felt some sympathy after seeing that she was bewitched by the spell. Before, he knelt down and cried and begged. In the next moment, he was happy and happy, and seemed to be happy for Xu Xian.

This shop usually has no outsiders, and the crazy bees and butterflies have almost been cleaned up. The legend of the beauty in Osmanthus Alley has also spread throughout Suzhou and Hangzhou. Those who are bored learned that the beauty Bai Shi also has a reputation as the White Snake, which is more plain.

The young master and the scholar were wandering around, and the incident of insulting the white goose was triggered by this incident.

Although the two or three months of interactions were dull, there were only a handful of people in Suhang who could talk to White Snake.

The old monk and two young apprentices from the shop next door, and Xu Xian, an apprentice at Baiyao Hall, came and went. People thought that White Snake had acquiesced in Xu Xian, and Xu Jiaorong often showed off to the neighbors for this reason.

Xu Jiaorong, who is a fanatic to protect her younger brother, is very happy and feels that her younger brother should marry a beauty like a fairy.

Xu Jiaorong came by boat, and the boatman was waiting outside on the stone embankment.

"Miss Bai~ Do you have anything to do today? If you have nothing to do, come with me to Jinshan Courtyard outside the city to offer incense and pray for blessings. It's finally sunny and there are many people~"

A certain white face looked strange...

It's not that they're afraid of Western teachings taking action. At this point, they will never move arbitrarily. No one can handle the consequences of backlash against luck. It's better to wait until disaster strikes and break the shelter before taking action.

It should be that Xu Jiaorong wanted to go and burn incense as she pleased.

But it was exactly what Bai Yujun was thinking, and he was worried that he couldn't find a reason.

It would be interesting to see the scenery of Jinshan Temple, which is famous in Western religions. Haha, it must be very hard to pretend not to see the monsters wandering around.

"Okay, I'll go take a look~"

I tied up the white gauze scarf on my head, tied up my thick black hair randomly, put on my coat and went out empty-handed.

Xu Jiaorong and Xu Jiaorong got on the awning boat and sat down. The boatman rowed the boat towards the outside of the city. Xu Jiaorong was still talking about some interesting things at home, sometimes mixed with topics such as how Xu Xian was doing. She might be a married woman.

She has changed from the shy and taciturn person she used to be, and even the sound of the waves and the boat can't cover up a woman's casual thoughts.

She carried a lot of things, including desserts, fruits, and incense. She was no different from an ordinary woman.

Many people who go to kneel down to worship gods do not actually believe in them. Most of the time, there is no other god to kneel to nearby, so they just find one nearby to pray to for peace of mind.

Xu Jiaorong, who was chattering, inadvertently glanced at the white gauze scarf on Bai Yujun's head.
Chapter completed!