Global Recovery Started To Become the God of Luoshui River

Like asking himself, like wondering, Li San looked at the broken bronze mirror in his hand and muttered.

The next moment, Li San waved his hand, disappeared with Tutu, and appeared in the Sun and Moon Hall of the River God's Mansion.

Looking at the He Shenjian sword tire on the drop platform, Li San did not put the fragment of the ancient mirror on the drop platform, but placed it in a purple wooden box alone.

Looking at the fragments in the box again, Li San shook his head, covered it, and placed it in the corner of the table.

"Maybe, when you reorganize, I will know more news, maybe I will know what happened, and it is possible that I will never know the secret behind this..."

After putting down the wooden box, Li San left the Sun Moon Palace.

The restlessness in his heart gradually subsided.

"Tutu, you stay here, I'll go to the temple to see."

In the air, Li San's voice came, and his body disappeared.

In front of the Sun and Moon Palace, it has always been so quiet, only Li San's voice drifted in the air.

Tutu nodded, and then he continued to stare at the fish tank in front of him, watching the goldfish swimming in it.

Tutu is very interested in this, it seems that he can watch it all day, no matter how he looks at it.

"Whoo~"

In the mansion of the River God, the overcast wind blew, and the branches in front of the Sun and Moon Palace swayed in the wind and rustled.

Under the tree, only Tutu was quietly staring at the goldfish, everything seemed so harmonious.

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Outside the River Temple.

The lively temple fair lasted all day, and the sun gradually reached the horizon.

In a short time, the sky was covered with sunset, and the sun also became twilight, and there was no heat.

The vendors outside the River Temple turned on their lights one after another, lighting up all the stalls brightly, but the flow of people at this time was obviously much less than during the day.

The temple fair has the most people, and the busiest time is from morning to afternoon.

Many stall owners watched as night fell and fewer pedestrians, ready to close their stalls and end their day's work.

Among them, in the middle area, a stall catching goldfish, the stall owner lit a cigarette and stared at the fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street.

Looking at the sky, looking at the pedestrians, and more intentionally looking into the distance, the vendor owner looked down at the time, it was already dinner time.

"Did that gentleman forget? Or has he left? Will he come over?" the vendor muttered while looking at the pile of paper fishing on the side.

Immediately, the vendor shook his head and took a breath, "Wait a minute, maybe that gentleman forgot something, he should remember it."

The stall owner sat in front of the stall and waited silently.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was sunset.

At this time, the sky has darkened, and a touch of darkness has appeared in the air.

The vendor got up, looked at the street with fewer pedestrians, and whispered, "Is that gentleman really not coming?"

Immediately, he turned to look at the pile of paper fishing.

"If I add the cost of these paper fishing, I will make an extra three yuan." The boss was a bit dumbfounded. Thirty yuan, five fish, he made a net profit of five yuan.

In addition to these paper fishing, he made another three yuan.

Seeing that the vendors around him were packing up, he also started to pack up his belongings.

Soon, the stall owner packed up all his belongings, and until this time he did not see the shadow of the gentleman.

That gentleman has a very special temperament.

Let the vendor go all the way and read countless people, he swears that the gentleman is the best temperament among the people he has ever met.

how to say?

A bit of a fairy tale.

This is the mind of the street vendor.

The vendor put everything behind the shed, covered it with a tarpaulin, and fastened it with ropes to prevent the tarpaulin from being blown away by the wind at night.

The stalls are set up here, and there is no need to take things away at night. The temple fair personnel are on duty at night. Except for personal valuables, everything else is left here, which is also for the convenience of setting up the stall the next day.

After the vendor finished packing, he got up and walked towards the small hotel where he lived.

On the way, the stall owner looked at the brand-new paper money in his hand, and he decided in his heart that he must wait for the gentleman to come during the temple fair.

"I always feel that this gentleman will not come again." The stall owner muttered. For some reason, he had this idea in his heart.

Perhaps it is intuition.

Suddenly, the stall owner smiled when he saw the river temple with its pennant flying in the distance.

"It's all here, we can make money thanks to the existence of the temple, and we should go to the incense stick." With a move in his heart, the vendor turned around and walked towards the River Temple.

"If that gentleman doesn't come today, am I taking a few dollars for nothing? If the gentleman really doesn't come, I'll buy three sticks of incense with the money and give it to the River God, I don't count it. White takes advantage."

The street vendor muttered with a smile on his face, and stepped up to the River Temple.

The Luoshui River Temple Fair is the key for so many merchants to get together. When they come here, the most famous temple is the River Temple. It's a waste of money.

Entering the River Temple, the vendor bought three sticks of incense and walked straight to the River Temple in the center.

Looking at the renovated Heshen Temple, the vendor lit the three sticks of incense in his hands. He didn't know if his actions were standard. He knelt on the futon with great piety and started to kowtow.

After a while, he put the incense in the incense burner, turned around and walked towards the merit box beside the table, and at the same time groped in his pocket, ready to take money to donate some, which was considered to accumulate merit.

Just as the vendor stood up and walked towards the merit box, a blue-robed youth stood quietly in the temple and watched him.

Looking at the devout street vendor, a smile appeared on the corner of Li San's mouth, "Although he has a routine, he is a good person, drink and peck..."

Li San's warm and Confucian voice reverberated in the void, and the stall owner couldn't know it.

I saw the stall owner stuffed paper money into the merit box, and then he turned around and walked out with a smile on his face.

The stall owner is just a flat-headed common man. He sets up stalls and follows the big team to walk around, just to make a living. He has his own ordinary and happy.

Maybe he is a bit of a profiteer's routine, but he himself is a person with good intentions, and he pays attention to others. He is not a traitor, but a good person.

Such a person is the real person. There is something in him that too many people do not possess, and that is the bottom line.

He knows that he can't take advantage of others for nothing, and he also knows that he can't make money from ignorance. Many people don't have this alone.

"Your business will be good. If someone catches a small goldfish, you will also make money..." Li San looked at the back of the stall owner, his lips and teeth moved slightly, and the sound of blessings swayed toward the void! A piece of ripples are produced, which ordinary people cannot hear.