This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling leaned against the wall and said awkwardly, "I came here this time to ask how I can relieve the depression in my heart."

Kunlun Sanren became interested. He said "oh", asked An Ling to sit down quickly, and poured her a cup of tea. Then he asked with a smile: "It's rare. I thought you were really fearless and nothing could stop you. Come on, tell me what happened."

An Ling took the teacup, a little speechless. This fortune-telling stall has really become a psychological counseling room, right? The service is so thoughtful. She put the tea aside, brewed it for a while, and said, "I have an elder I respect very much... He passed away... Then I met an acquaintance of this elder, who told me some old stories, and I felt a little upset."

Kunlun Sanren asked in surprise, "Isn't this something we should be happy about? When old friends meet, we should all be happy!"

"But I don't know how to face him. He may ask me a lot of questions about this elder later. But in fact, this elder and I haven't been together for a long time. I just..."

"Oh, you are afraid because you are not familiar with that person and you are afraid that you will show your weakness when the elders ask you questions about him?"

"Almost, but I still have a little low self-esteem."

"You? Inferiority complex?" Kunlun Sanren burst out laughing.

"Don't laugh, I'm serious now," An Ling said, "This elder of mine turned out to be very powerful, and I have an ordinary background and ordinary abilities, so I don't feel worthy of being associated with him."

An Ling continued, "If it was before when I was alone in the underworld, I would never think about these issues, but now there is a comparison. The cruel comparison makes me feel ashamed. That's about it. It's very uncomfortable."

Kunlun Sanren scratched his chin and said, "Well, your problem is mainly a heart disease that needs to be treated with heart medicine. You have to figure it out yourself."

An Ling said angrily, "Aren't you very good at talking? Why don't you tell me now?" She pretended to leave.

Kunlun Sanren said from behind: "You know your own situation best. If I simply praise your ability, you will think I am a flatterer, and I will not be able to resolve your worries in the end; if I say some meaningless words of comfort, it is just a waste of time. I can't beat you, and it's hard to say anything. Sigh, you really make things difficult for me, an old man."

"In short, let me give you a message from you old man: Keep looking forward and don't look back."

After hearing this, An Ling turned around and sat down. "That's interesting, but it doesn't help me."

Kunlun Sanren smiled mysteriously and said, "You have actually figured it out now." Seeing that An Ling was puzzled, he continued, "You have listened to my words, so my words will become a seed in your heart. As time goes by, they will slowly take root and sprout. By then, you will no longer be confused."

An Ling was confused by what he said. Anyway, time is the best medicine? She thanked him, pondered, and walked away in a daze.

“A golden fish cannot stay in a pond. It will turn into a dragon when it encounters wind and clouds. Hey, truly smart people are never bound by the current gains and losses, but look to the future. Time is poison, but it is also a good prescription to cure all stubborn diseases.” Kunlun Sanren happily counted his gains of the day, as if he never had any worries.

An Ling walked to Central Street and bought a bowl of braised pork noodles. She sat in front of the stall and ate it. She had to say that no matter what stage of life, delicious food could heal the body and mind. The noodles had a strong sauce flavor, the braised pork was fat but not greasy, and dots of emerald green onions floated on the tempting soup. It was so appetizing just by looking at it that one could not help but indulge in the delicious food.

She ate while observing her surroundings.

I saw that the Central Avenue was already decorated with lights and colorful ribbons, which were essential for the Tianxing God-Worshipping Festival. The ribbons fluttered in the wind, looking very bright and cheerful. There were much fewer pedestrians on the road than yesterday, and most of those still walking on the road were businessmen.

"Hey boss, will you still do business tomorrow?" An Ling asked the noodle stall owner.

The boss laughed and replied while cooking noodles: "No, I have to go home for the holidays. If you want to eat our rotten pork noodles again, you have to wait another day!"

"Everyone goes straight home to celebrate the festival? People in Tianxing really take the God-Worshipping Festival very seriously." An Ling exclaimed.

"Yes," the boss said, "the gods are all our ancestors. How can we not be active in worshipping our own ancestors? If our ancestors are laughed at by other gods, then our entire family will lose face."

An Ling listened with great interest to the boss' introduction of Tianxing's traditional festivals and felt that her horizons were broadened.

"Do you see that archway?" The boss pointed at the archway at the street corner and said proudly, "When the time comes, the entire parade team will come out from there and circle around the entire Tianxing. The young men in charge of carrying the sedan chairs have to work harder, hahahaha, because our parade team has to run through the entire Tianxing at the fastest speed!"

An Ling was surprised: "I thought he was walking slowly, why is he running?"

The boss continued to explain, "You said that there are also many forms of Tianxing parade, not only with sedan chairs, but also with idols. In recent years, there have been floats from Fangang, where children stand on high poles and follow the procession. Last year, I saw a little kid, only five or six years old, who could stand on one foot on a pole and perform with a flower spear. It was so beautiful."

When the boss uncle talked about the parade, his whole body was shining. He introduced it to An Ling for a long time. He didn't even hear the customer calling him. An Ling kindly reminded him: "Thank you uncle, I know, the customer over there is urging you."

"Oh - here I am!" He greeted the guest, turned around and wiped the sweat from his head with a towel, and smiled at An Ling: "Girl, remember to come and watch the parade tomorrow. This is the most important festival in Tianxing!" After that, he hurried over to entertain the guests.

An Ling ate the remaining noodles in the bowl in a few mouthfuls and drank up the soup before leaving the noodle stand. She strolled among the fireworks of the world, feeling the importance and joy of the people of Tianxing for the Parade of the Gods.

She helped up a child who had fallen down while chasing after someone on the street, and bought a windmill and held it in her hand, watching the colorful ribbons on it flying with the windmill blades. For the first time, she carefully observed the appearance of the ribbons: each thin thread was made of extremely fine five-colored silk threads, and the natural colors combined with human skill created a festival art unique to Tianxing Prefecture.

She slowly unravelled a five-coloured thread, not knowing how much effort had gone into it, just for such an important festival.

An Ling let the five-colored threads dance in the wind. Behind the threads were her eyes filled with murderous intent. The only way to stop a fight was to intimidate with absolute force.

She would never allow anyone to destroy such a beautiful day as today.