The Second Day of the Chinese New Year

Today the clouds are not thick.

Chen Xia stood under the wall, waiting for the charming young girl to pass by, but did not go up to greet her, just looked at the girl twice.

The girl also saw him and hurriedly patted her somewhat old skirt, put her hands together, and respectfully bowed to Chen Xia, charmingly shouting:

"Senior brother Chen Xia, hello."

Although she was the youngest junior sister at the sect, according to seniority she was actually one generation higher than the other named disciples. But no matter who Xia Chan saw, she would say "Hello, senior brother."

She was a very polite young girl.

Chen Xia nodded in response, and then jokingly asked: "Where are you going?"

Xia Chan straightened her posture and pointed ahead, saying seriously: "The dining hall is open for meals, I have to hurry or else there will be no food left."

"Then why did you stop to greet me?" Chen Xia curiously asked.

"It's no delay, no delay," the little girl shook her head, but soon frowned again, "But now I'm delayed."

However, although she said this, little Chan still did not leave first. She felt it would be impolite.

"Then hurry up, or else you'll miss the meal, that's not good," Chen Xia very understandingly said.

Xia Chan hurriedly nodded, bowed again, "Thank you, senior brother Chen."

Having said that, she strode away in her somewhat unsteady steps, quickly running off. She probably really felt pressured to compete for food.

Seeing this, Chen Xia could not help but sigh. A little girl like this already had such motivation, he could no longer be so lazy, he had to increase his daily training.

So he did a squat.

Huh.

Feels like he was getting stronger.

In addition to competing for meals every day, Xia Chan had another thing she must do every day, which was to kowtow to the Grand Celestial Venerable in the great hall.

The other senior brothers would also kowtow, but none were as devout and earnest as Xia Chan.

Because the others did not really believe that just kowtowing a few times to this so-called Grand Celestial Venerable statue could really bring blessings.

That was probably impossible.

They had not seen anyone become fortunate after kowtowing. On the contrary, the senior brother who had kowtowed most devoutly before was now imprisoned in the back chamber.

He was probably already struggling to survive.

So when these current disciples kowtowed to the statue of the Grand Celestial Venerable, it was just going through the motions, with no real devout thoughts in their minds.

Among those who kowtowed to the Grand Celestial Venerable most devoutly were probably the common people below this world. Only the common people would place their life and death, fortune and calamity at the feet of the Grand Celestial Venerable.

Xia Chan kowtowed earnestly and carefully, then patted her sleeves and prepared to turn around to go back. She had to hurry to dinner, or else all the food would be snatched by the senior brothers.

Just as she reached the doorway, she was stopped by someone - a sickly pale man in black robes.

"S-Second senior brother," Xia Chan's voice trembled slightly as she called out, retreating back two steps.

"Why don't you greet me like you do the other senior brothers? Bow to me!" the man in black robes narrowed his eyes and demanded.

Xia Chan hurriedly put her hands together and respectfully bowed to the man in black robes, calling out at the same time:

"Hello, Second senior brother."

"Bullshit!" The man in black robes cursed and looked at Xia Chan with gloomy eyes, continuing to scold:

"I am the First senior brother. You really are stupid enough to be fooled by food. You even dare to say something like Second senior brother. You are not allowed to eat today. Just kneel here in the great hall and reflect on the Grand Celestial Venerable!"

"...Okay," Xia Chan lowered her head, wringing her hands in front of her chest, and answered hoarsely.

The man in black robes cursed "Beast!" before leaving.

Xia Chan was left alone in the great hall, sobbing twice, quickly sucking in her snot, and wiping away her tears with her sleeves. She then quietly knelt under the Grand Celestial Venerable.

By midnight, her stomach could not help but start growling - she was a bit hungry.

The little girl shook her head, forcing herself not to think about food, but still could not stop the stabs of pain from hunger in her stomach.

She pouted miserably, her eyes brimming with tears, as if she was about to cry.

In the back chamber, Yun Miao opened the coffin Chen Xia had sent over, his eyes wide with rare panic on his face.

Inside this coffin was an even smaller coffin, just barely big enough to fit a 4 or 5 year old child.

He gritted his teeth, looking worriedly out into the dark night.

The second day of the lunar new year was approaching. He hoped nothing would happen.

Chen Xia sat on the eaves of a building, ready to watch the excitement.

The swirling mists gathered, and a seductive woman walked barefoot on the ground, a cruel smile on her face, about to open the door of the great hall.

Before beating the disobedient big dog, she had to kill the small dog first to confuse the big dog.

She smiled coquettishly, more white fur appearing on her face, looking somewhat creepy.

Her slender fingers had already silently touched the door. In the next moment she was about to push it open.

"May I knock first?" an ordinary voice asked her.

The woman's vertical red pupils abruptly shifted sideways, looking back sharply.

A hand suddenly gripped her head, crushing it with overwhelming force, stopping the woman from turning her head, saying at the same time:

"No peeking without permission."

The woman did not dare look again. The power on her head was irresistible to her. It seemed that with a mere thought, this hand could twist her head off in the next moment.

"Who are you?" The woman forced down her fear and asked.

"The Grand Celestial Venerable," Chen Xia truthfully replied.

"Hah, what a joker you are," the woman laughed and, seeing that this hand did not immediately kill her, became bolder and asked again:

"What are you grabbing my head for?"

The ordinary voice remained flat, continuing: "To tell you to go back and not kill a helpless young girl."

"You really are a saint. I'm starting to believe you're the Grand Celestial Venerable," the woman laughed mockingly.

The hand gripping her head suddenly exploded with power, directly lifting the woman up.

"You should still be more polite to me," the ordinary voice calmly said.

The woman's pupils contracted in shock. She hurriedly nodded, "I'm leaving now!"

Truly, one will not shed tears until seeing the coffin.

"Scram," the voice finally said, and the hand disappeared along with it.

The woman panted heavily, her expression astonished and uncertain. She looked around warily, but there was no movement.

She gritted her teeth and quickly retreated, not daring to linger.

Xia Chan knelt in the great hall, her body shaking constantly. Hearing the conversation outside, she kowtowed to the statue of the Grand Celestial Venerable again and mumbled:

"Thank you, Grand Celestial Venerable, thank you, Grand Celestial Venerable."

Chen Xia sat on the roof, propping his chin in his hand, counting down the time. The second day of the lunar new year was almost here - next month, and there were not many days left in this month either.

He could look forward to the good show unfolding!

The story was about to begin, and he should gain enlightenment as well.

Just wait for the firecrackers to sound, spring couplets to be posted, and red clothes to be worn.

Yun Miao opened his master's coffin, took out a sword from the white bones, tidied his clothes, and then holding the sword...

Stepped out the door.