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"Master, come quickly, there is a shabby hut here, you can take a rest!"

"Coming, coming, walk slower."

One clear and one deep voice can be heard clearly even in the wind and snow. From this, it can be seen that the two speakers have great skills. At least they are martial arts practitioners all year round.

Squeak, the already dilapidated door of the latrine collapsed. The door was beaten by the wind and rain and could no longer bear its own responsibilities.

A cold wind blew snowflakes into the hut, and two monks wearing thin clothes walked in one after the other.

"Master, take a rest and I'll light the fire!"

As the young monk Shifang spoke, he looked around and found a few pieces of firewood that had not yet been wet scattered in the corner of the hut, which might have been left by the nearby villagers.

Tear~ Soon, a bonfire burned in the middle of the house, and the warm firelight barely raised the temperature in the shabby hut.

Baiyun took a piece of cloth and cleaned the dust in the latrine. He also picked up some of the original structure of the house that fell on the ground and stuffed it back into the holes.

Although the size is definitely still inappropriate and the repair effect is not very good, no matter what, there are always less snowflakes blowing in from the outside world.

"Master, what kind of day did you say this is? It snows heavily in June. We didn't even bring thick clothes when we went out. We almost died from the cold."

Shifang sat on the ground, put his luggage aside, put his hands close to the bonfire, and shivered comfortably.

"It snows in June, and there must be great injustice." Zen Master Baiyun sighed, but did not say the second half of the sentence. The country is about to perish, and evildoers are everywhere.

"Master, are you saying that Fu Tianchou was unjustly accused of assassinating the emperor?" Shifang asked curiously.

At that moment, Bai Yun gently tapped Shifang's head with his hand, "Recite the Heart Sutra and be calm. When the snow is gone, remember to find some firewood to replenish your consumption."

Shifang stuck out his tongue. Master was always like this. Whenever he talked about something, he would change the topic and not answer directly.

Late at night, the wind was strong, and the thatched hut creaked under the weight of wind and snow. The thatch on the roof was also swept into the wind, leaving more and more ventilated parts.

Shifang put his hands around the bonfire, trying hard to protect the only source of fire from going out.

But people are just people after all, how can they block all the wind?

Under the flickering firelight, shadows from all directions swayed everywhere, sometimes even connecting together, which looked a bit scary at first glance.

At this time, Baiyun took off the backpack on his body, which contained a golden Buddha.

Nowadays, the righteous path is declining and the evil path is rampant. The golden Buddha in Baiyun's hand represents the last support provided by their Buddhist temple to those who are still fighting in the capital.

With the basket facing him, Bai Yun and the Golden Buddha looked at each other across the basket. Then, Bai Yun slowly lowered his head and recited the sutra.

A faint golden light radiated from the golden Buddha towards the surroundings. Under the light, the wind and snow in the sky suddenly became less likely, and the bonfire became much more stable.

Bai Yun looked up at the sky, with no surprise in his eyes. The Golden Buddha could not affect the natural celestial phenomena, so this time the snowstorm really had something to do with it.

"Let's go." Bai Yun put the backpack back on his body and picked up his cane and said.

Shifang ran to Baiyun's side in three steps and two steps, and looked back at the bonfire with regret, "Master, where are we going?"

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. Just walk..."

Baiyun said very freely. There was a slow-moving halo above him and Shifang, blocking the wind and snow.

On the other side, on the path leading to the top of the mountain, a team of men and horses wearing thin clothes marched against the wind and snow. The horses pulling the carts in the team snorted constantly due to the cold.

"Speed ​​up your pace! There is an abandoned temple on this mountain. It will be safe once you get there!"

The leader kept cheering, but the effect was very little. The heavy snowfall was so ridiculous that everyone was unprepared. Now they are all too cold to use their strength.

With a crash, a carriage skidded directly on the ice. The horse fell down with a neighing sound, and the cart on it also slid downwards. The rope dragged the horse's neck, pulling out a long snow mark on the road.

The people pushing the cart behind were caught off guard and fell to the ground. Seeing that they were about to be run over by the rapidly sliding cart, the leader let out a sigh of relief.

The figure shuttled among the snowflakes. After a few ups and downs, he arrived behind the cart. He grabbed one with one hand and threw it to the side. Then he jumped up and swung the cart that was accelerating downwards out of danger.

With a bang, the cart crashed onto the rocks at the bottom of the mountain road. The horse pulling the cart lost its breath, and half of its body was reduced to a pulp.

Looking up at the still expanding blizzard, the leader waved his hand, "Tie all the goods to the surrounding trees and follow me up the mountain to avoid the snow!"

The goods are very valuable, but the lives of the people in the team are even more important. These people are all related to the leader, and at worst they are from the same village. After having known each other for so long, they are all quite reliable.

In this chaotic year, this group of brothers is the foundation for the leader to settle down and live.

After tying the carts of goods to the thick trees, the team rode horses and ran wildly towards the temple the leader mentioned on the top of the mountain.

Shortly after they left, the horse carcass was pulled out from under the stone with a swipe, and was dragged deep into the forest by a black shadow.

When the horse's legs collided, the snowflakes accumulated on a stone tablet were knocked off, revealing three large characters.

Lanruo Temple!

The door of the dilapidated temple was pushed open with a bang, the door shaft broke directly, and the entire door flew inside.

"Pah! What are you doing!" The leader patted the guy who was yelling anxiously, "The door is gone, you will be responsible for standing here to block the wind later!"

"Ah?!" The reckless man opened his mouth and rubbed his body. In this weather, he would freeze to death standing here.

"Ah, what? Why don't you quickly pick up the door and install it!" The leader was a little helpless.

"Wait, wait, get out of the way first and get the horse in."

A few minutes later, the caravanners used their own kindling and the rotten tables and chairs in the main hall of the temple to light the fire.

"It feels much more comfortable..." The reckless man sighed deeply as he leaned on the kneeling horse.

"Brother Xie, the weather is a bit weird, maybe there's something wrong behind the scenes..."

"I know, but we definitely can't rush out now. Let the brothers be more vigilant, double the number of people keeping vigil, pick a few stronger horses, and feed the beans you brought. When the snow subsides, I will bring It’s up to people to find a way out.”

While Brother Xie was making arrangements, he kept observing the main hall with his eyes. He heard about this temple from a hunter when he walked around here before.

According to the hunters, this is an ominous place. Legend has it that dozens of monks in this temple disappeared overnight, leaving no trace behind.

It is precisely because of that legend that this place has been abandoned until now. There is no serious person, and even beggars dare not come to this place.

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