"I have a flower, planted in my heart, budding and waiting to be released. Morning and evening, I eagerly wait for those who are interested to come and dream..."
At the edge of the Snowy Mountains, Chen He was singing his unknown song while pushing the cart with difficulty toward the snowy mountains.
Even though he was fully prepared in that northwest town, he didn't consider another thing.
That is, the bearings of the wheel are frozen and cannot be driven at all. Even if it is a push cart, you have to shovel the ice and snow on the wheel from time to time.
This made this young man who was very interested in going to Luming to sell sizzling tofu, so he had to throw away all the messy things, leaving only a pack of cold-repelling medicinal materials and the clothes he wore on his body. Cotton clothes, plus a few biographies to sit on.
"Woman flowers, swaying in the world of mortals, women flowers, swaying gently in the wind..."
Chen He hummed a song and stopped at this mountain pass. In a place like this, a mountain pass is always a good place. When he stopped here, the wind and snow were covered a lot.
This young man who was singing strange songs rested for a while on the leeward side of the pass, then brought a shovel and began to jingle the ice pick on the wheel.
"Where's the back?"
Just when Chen He was concentrating on driving his car, a very mellow and gentle voice suddenly came from above the wind and snow.
Chen He was so frightened that he almost hit his own foot with a shovel.
Looking up, there was a middle-aged monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes sitting on the cliff above the pass. He was looking at Chen He sincerely.
Fortunately, Chen He had seen strong winds and waves. He quickly calmed down, thought about it seriously, and said, "I can still remember it if you don't ask. But if you ask, I really forgot."
The monk was obviously a little sorry.
But he was probably really curious, so he sat in the snow with a big bald head, thought for a while and said: "Then I won't ask, you can sing it again."
Chen He thought it was okay, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he forgot what the harmonizing word was.
After being stunned there for a long time, the monk sang sincerely: "I have a flower..."
"Ah, yes, yes, I have a flower, planted in my heart, budding and waiting to be released..."
As Chen He sang, he felt something was wrong and looked up at the monk above.
"That's not right. You are a monk, why are you curious about what is behind a woman's flowers?"
The monk was also stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "I just suddenly heard such a weird tune, and I was a little curious."
Of course humans are curious, not just cats.
"What's more, if you can sing, why can't a monk sing?"
Chen He was speechless and said, "Shouldn't it be true that what you said is what I hear?"
The monk smiled and said: "I heard that a visitor from the east said: Women's flowers are swaying in the world of mortals..."
"..."
Chen He sighed, then lowered his head and continued shoveling the snow.
There was a clanging sound for a while, but the monk frowned and said, "Stop knocking. It makes my head hurt."
"If I don't knock, the car won't move. How about you help me push the car?"
The monk said: "That won't work. I want to wait here for a destined person."
Chen He leaned on his wheelchair, looked up and asked, "A destined person, what is a destined person?"
The monk said: "A person with a destiny is a person with a destiny."
Chen He didn't pay attention to the monk's nonsense, pointed at himself and said sincerely: "Do you think I look like a destined person?"
The monk looked down at Chen He for a long time and said, "It doesn't look like that."
"Why doesn't it look like it?"
"Because I don't dare to look like him."
Chen He said with a smile: "You are afraid of the resemblance, so help me push the cart."
The monk smiled slightly and said, "I just don't dare to look like him."
Chen He sighed and said, "I thought you monks were like the predestined monks thousands of years ago. You would say to everyone you meet that you have a predestined relationship with me, the Buddha."
The monk said sincerely: "Master Yu Yun doesn't just say that he is destined to meet people."
"for example?"
"For example, he didn't dare to tell Emperor Huai that you were related to our Buddha, and he didn't dare to tell Qing Yi that you were related to our Buddha."
The monk with white robes as white as snow sat on the cliff and said with great sincerity: "That's why I don't dare to tell you that we are destined to be together."
Chen He said thoughtfully: "So the person you are waiting for is probably someone who is ignorant and easy to bully and deceive?"
The monk held his hands up and smiled honestly: "That's good, that's good."
This sentence can be roughly translated as, yes, yes, wonderful, wonderful.
Only then did Chen He see what looked like a white stone in the monk's hand.
"what is that?"
Chen He looked at the monk and asked.
The monk looked down at the stone in his palm and chanted the Buddha's name uprightly.
"Amitabha."
But what exactly it was, the monk did not say.
Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Chen He didn't continue to ask, so he lowered his head and continued to knock the ice on the wheels of the car.
The monk raised his hands and covered his ears sadly.
Chen He knocked for a while, then looked up at the monk who looked very distressed and said, "Is it really so noisy? Do you know the secret of Buddhism?"
The monk sighed and put down the palms covering his ears.
"Ami Temple is gone, how can I still have a spiritual ear? I just have an earache after sitting in the snow for too long."
"..."
"If you don't believe it, take off your ear coverings and try to sit on this pass for a few days?"
Ami Temple is gone, and the monks are no longer like monks. This is probably understandable.
Chen He looked at the windy and snowy world all year round. Naturally, he would not take off his ear coverings. He just looked at the monk and said, "Then why don't you wear ear coverings?"
The monk said: "Think about it, if you want to wait here for a destined person, but someone else comes and takes a look, oh, the monk with ear coverings..."
Chen He laughed hahahahahaha below.
I have to admit that what the monk said makes sense.
"In that case, you don't really like to wear only this thin set of clothes."
Although the plain white monk's robe made the monk sit on the cliff very charming, it probably could make people shiver with cold.
The monk said: "That's not true. After all, the poor monk is really full of martial virtue."
The monk said, standing up on the cliff, arms spread out, standing there as still as a bell, and then slowly clasping his hands towards his chest, the thin monk's robe was torn in the wind and snow, it was true. It outlines a body of extremely strong muscles.
"..."
What a man with abundant martial virtue.
Chen He was speechless.
By the way, you have so much moral character, how come you don't dare to treat me as a destined person and help me push a car?
The monk was very satisfied with Chen He's reaction, chanted a Buddhist chant, and sat down again.
"Do you have a name called Monk Dali?"
Chen He asked as he looked at the monk sitting upright in the snow again.
The monk looked at Chen He in surprise and said, "How do you know? Do you know his mind?"
Chen He said sincerely: "Of course not, just because it looks very powerful at first glance."
The monk seemed a little regretful.
Chen He didn't know what he was regretting. The two of them had been talking nonsense here for a while, and he had had enough rest, so he packed up everything and pushed the cart out of the pass.
He just looked at the windy and snowy mountains and rivers in front of him, then stopped, looked up at the monk above and asked, "Do you know where the nearest Luming City is from here?"
"Amitabha, please go all the way south."
"Xiangnan, where is that?"
The monk thought for a while and said: "I don't know where to the south. It depends on the first person you meet on the road to show you where to go."
Chen He was speechless.
"So you're just pointing blindly."
The monk smiled and said: "It's such a heavy snowstorm, so what if I pointed out the way for you? You can't even see the way clearly. Why don't you have to wait and see your luck all the way? What if I point you right and you go the wrong way?" , but they still want to blame me, I can’t bear such responsibility.”
Chen He finally came to the conclusion that he was a man of great moral integrity but very cautious.
The monk finally said: "Of course, I think it's better for you to stay here."
"Why?"
"Because there is a war going on in the west, and it may be over soon. If you are lucky, you may not have to encounter those things."
Chen He, who originally planned to push the cart over, looked at the monk suspiciously.
"Lu Ming also wants to rebel?"
The monk said sincerely: "It's not that Lu Ming wants to rebel, but the rebels are here."
Chen He seemed to have figured out something and said slowly: "Three hundred thousand green armor?"
"Probably so."
Chen He thought for a while and headed over there.
"Maybe by the time I got lost and got there, they had already finished the fight? The business of selling sizzling tofu must be very good at this time."
The monk did not persuade him, but just sat on the cliff with a smile.
"If you love with knowledge, you will be drunk with knowledge. If the flowers bloom and wither, it will be empty. Fate does not stay, it comes and goes like the spring breeze, women are like flowers and dreams..."
Until the young man pushing the cart gradually faded away in the wind and snow while humming a tune.
The monk just turned around. Not far away, on the other side of the pass, in the wind and snow, there was a very miserable man sitting in the wind and snow. His hands were hanging down weakly. He must have been interrupted. He was sitting in the wind and snow. He kept coughing up blood.
Maybe he was always there, just covered by the wind and snow.
"Donor Ming, don't be anxious. When I find the right person, I will go find the sword cultivator who ran away and send you two to the River Styx together."
The monk smiled slightly and looked at the middle-aged man whose witch robe was stained with blood.
After all, the poor monk is full of martial virtue and is not joking.
Ming Mayfly coughed for a long time before finally coughing out the stagnant witch blood in his throat. He raised his head and looked at the monk across the cliff, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master is here, but where is Ami Temple?"
The monk looked at Ming Mayfly with a slight smile and said: "The poor monk can't find the entrance to Ami Temple, why does the donor think he can find it?"
"He is Zhuang Baiyi, and his master is Cong Ren."
"It makes sense. After all, Senior Karma Sword is the last person in the world who has been to Ami Temple." The monk chuckled and said, "But what does that have to do with Zhuang Baiyi?"
Ming Mayfly wanted to say something more, but the monk just clasped his hands together and said softly: "After all, how many people really have a deer, and they don't know that they dream of being a fish all day long."
This Nanchu Lingsha from Huangliang, who once said with great pride that he was the first among the gods and ghosts above Lingwu when he left, suddenly saw the white stone in the monk's hand.
"Is that the relic of Master Youyuan?"
The monk looked down at the stone in his palm and sighed softly: "Back then, Master Youyuan killed an entire city in Huangliang due to wind and snow. How could there be relics?"
Ming Yuying sat there silently and started coughing up blood again.
After coughing for a long time, Ming Mayfly looked in the direction of the figure that had disappeared in the wind and snow.
"Who is that person?"
"Just a passer-by, Ming Donor is very curious?"
"Because I think the master is a little too reserved."
The monk chuckled softly: "Yes, because I really can't let go."
Perhaps it is indeed not as easy as showing off one's abundant martial virtues to Ming Mayfly.
Ming Yufei boasted that he had the magic of ghosts, but he still couldn't escape from this monk.
It is true that the monk does not have clairvoyance and only has earache, but he is probably a person with clairvoyance.
So after three crossings, Ming Mayfly was caught.
Zhuang Baiyi, on the other hand, took advantage of Ming Mayfly's unlucky moment and turned into sword light and fled out.
Buddhism may be gone.
But there are still monks.
...
The beard on the armored young man's face had not been trimmed for a long time and looked messy.
It is extremely difficult to have an unfrozen river flowing down from a high mountain.
Therefore, there are many tents set up by the river, stretching all the way, like countless haystacks in the snow-covered plains.
The haystacks may be green and yellow, so the armored soldiers walking neatly and orderly between the haystacks also wear green.
Those cyan armors have a strong ability to avoid water, fire and cold, but they always have to find ways to stuff a lot of velvet to keep warm.
The young man's green armor didn't fit him well. He picked up the armor of a soldier who froze to death, so it was naturally even colder in such weather.
But he didn't go back to camp to warm himself by the fire. Instead, he stood next to the river with his sword in hand, looking down at the beard on his face.
Not lush.
Rather like some sparse weeds.
The young man's age is probably not enough to allow him to grow a beard that makes people feel heroic at a glance, so even if he grows it longer, it will not give him that kind of majesty.
The young man looked there for a long time, and there were very awkward footsteps coming over behind him through the snow.
With such a voice, you can tell that he is a lame person.
So the young man also took two steps, and it turned out that he was also lame.
The legs of the little cripple were broken by the old lame, and the legs of the old lame were broken by the older lame.
However, the little cripple's leg was broken, which aroused even more anger, so he ran to hit the south wall.
In Huaidu, he was so bumped into that he couldn't find the south - although people often say that he couldn't find the north, the little lame man still found the north, and ran into the northern desert with his green armor in embarrassment.
What's more, his surname is Bei, so how could he not find Bei?
He looked north hastily.
Beitai has always felt that the name of his ancestor was not very good. If it was not called Beigu, how could they have been looking at the north for so long in the south?
Of course, it doesn't work to be called Bei Dao. Otherwise, when he always looks at a boy named Nan Dao, he will think that he is his ancestor.
It would be best to call it the Northern Expedition.
It’s just that my ancestor, a good Hangu Temple Taoist, why is it called the Northern Expedition?
Two cripples stood by the river, each thinking about his own things.
"A place like Luming really doesn't need to station too many soldiers. Too many soldiers will be a bad thing, both for the burden on the world and for our progress." The old cripple Beiyuan stood by the river and looked further west. He looked over.
Beitai looked at his father and then looked into the distance.
Across this river, across this snowy plain, is a capital city standing in the wind and snow. It is a place whose name is rarely known in the entire world.
It's called Jidu.
It means the capital of the West.
Although Huangliang has always been despised by the Huaian people, at least they are still active in the world.
Not like Lu Ming.
When people think of deer roaring, they only think of heavy snow.
What's behind the snow?
Probably few people know.
Beitai didn't know it before, but now it knows.
Behind the snow is a world that is free from the world and covered by wind and snow.
Stories from thousands of years ago, even Huang Liang, at least resisted for a while.
Only Lu Ming, this snow country, no one cares about it, has silently become a part of the Gale Dynasty.
If Li Asan knew about it, he would probably be pissed to death.
Back then, in order to prevent himself from coveting Huang Liang, he was led directly into Huaidu by the Lu Ming people, and he kept hundreds of thousands of troops guarding the border of the snow field.
Crossing a vast expanse of ice is of course extremely difficult.
What's more, the army still needs to cross.
The losses during the journey will only be much higher than the losses in battle.
This is also the reason why Li Asan failed to really capture Lu Ming despite sending out troops several times at the beginning.
The limitations of the times made this emperor jump off the sword cliff without accomplishing anything.
Such a place is probably as quiet as if it doesn't exist.
At that time, there were still monks from Ami Temple traveling around, bringing news of deer calls. Later, after the disappearance of Ami Temple, there were few people in this windy and snowy land.
...
Beitai looked at it quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "If Li Asan could have had such a green armor to withstand the severe cold, the story of the world might have been different."
If Huai'an's expansion to the west had not been blocked by the wind and snow, maybe the Demon Lord would still be quietly working on his duties as Minister of Rites. The demon clan will not go south, and Shenhe will only be a little demon born quietly in the autumn water.
It's a pity that although the development of Taoist armor and Jikuo techniques has already improved, it was only when they crossed the Youhuang Mountains that the armor rode the wind and jumped down from a mountain more than 2,000 feet, stunning the world. .
Even so, it must be mentioned.
During the process of crossing the Youhuang Mountains, the two hundred thousand troops were frozen to death and tens of thousands of them fell to death.
So probably as Beitai said, if it was Qingjia, everything would end differently.
Beiyuan said softly: "Of course the story is different, not only then, but also now."
When Beitai snatched the soldier talisman from Ximen, the story was different.
The then Northern Young Master of Nanyi City stood there quietly, looking into the depths of the wind and snow, where the entire Lu Ming remnant army gathered. Above the wind and snow, there were mountains and the Styx stained with faint yellow. The magnificent color is a warm and fascinating color that is incompatible with the cold and silent world.
"Then let's start from Lu Ming and start again. Wait until Huai'an is on the verge of collapse..."
Beitai stood on the bank of the Fengxue River with his sword in hand and said calmly: "I will go back."
