Neither Jingyue nor the eldest lady expected that the neighbor next door would have such a good time.
So the two decided to practice meditation to isolate themselves from the sound.
Suddenly, two people sitting cross-legged and meditating appeared in the room.
Jing Yue took advantage of this period of time to seize the time to practice. It would be best if he could find an opportunity to break through.
As the breathing progressed rhythmically, the surroundings suddenly became much quieter, and the sound of playing next door seemed far away.
If it was like a live broadcast before, now it is more like a distant tide.
Jing Yue practiced like a passion, and the ice-clear snow jade pendant on his body had already been soaked by him, but at this moment, he was still squeezing the charm.
At this moment, Jing Yue seemed to have returned to the underground cave and saw the statue of Patriarch Hanying.
No, the statue of Patriarch Hanying seems to have come to life. She is looking at herself in the ice and snow.
As usual, just like entering the body of a saint girl, eldest lady, or princess girl, Jing Yue quickly entered the body of the statue.
This time, he suddenly realized that he saw more.
In the vast heavy snow, it seems that there is only this white snow in the sky and the earth, and it is a vast expanse.
In a daze, some red dots floated in the white snow, like fallen flowers floating in the pond.
He walked over and gradually saw clearly that it was plum blossoms.
There is a large plum forest here, but because of the heavy snow, it looks a little red.
These plum blossoms in full bloom seem to be refusing to accept the heavy snow at all. The harder it falls, the harder it is to bury them. Instead, they bloom more brilliantly and grow taller, like sparks.
Seeing the plum blossoms not yielding to the heavy snow, the plum blossoms would rise a step higher after the heavy snow fell one foot. It always reminded Jing Yue of the saying "The road is as high as one foot and the devil is as high as one foot."
The plum blossoms were just blooming and remained speechless, but Jing Yue felt that they were guiding him to a certain place.
Jing Yue was immersed in the world of spiritual practice, while the eldest lady put on two layers of winter clothes habitually.
Practicing with Jing Yue has become her instinctive habit.
With Jing Yue sitting cross-legged and meditating as the center, frost quickly formed in the cabin, and the frost spread and covered the cabin.
Wisps of cold air penetrated the wooden boards, and the couple's shivering voices could be heard from next door.
"Stop it, it's freezing."
"Why is it so cold? It's like an ice cellar."
Then the sound of the couple shivering under the quilt soon came from next door.
"No, no, there can't be ghosts."
The man seemed to be reminded of the rumors that places with ghosts are full of gloomy energy.
The woman was so frightened that she quickly said, "It's all your fault!"
"We are ignorant and bother you. You, sir, have a lot of trouble."
As he said this, his wife, who was shivering from the cold, kowtowed to the house.
The men did not dare to neglect and kowtowed accordingly.
He had heard in the past that people who did this kind of thing on the ship were prone to getting dirty, but he didn't take it seriously, but today he believed it.
At this time, Jing Yue was walking along the plum forest.
As we walked, the vast white snow was suddenly thrown behind us, and the scene in front of us suddenly became clear.
He saw a mountain.
A beautiful iceberg.
The surface of this iceberg is like a piece of mirror, very smooth, and the magical thing is that there are plum trees growing on this iceberg without any visible soil.
The plum blossoms are in full bloom on the plum trees, and their shadows are just reflected on the smooth ice. They look like they are growing in a lake in the sky, which is particularly beautiful.
This iceberg was as far as the eye could see, blocking the way.
Faintly, Jing Yue felt that this was the gateway for him to break through. As long as he climbed over this mountain, he, Brother Jing, would be like that?
Jing Yue started climbing. The iceberg was not very steep, but Jing Yue felt difficult as soon as he stepped on it.
It was so slippery that the climbing techniques he was familiar with before seemed to be of no use at all. He could only stick his whole body to the ice, and he kept falling.
Climb up slowly step by step.
The ice was bitingly cold, and even though he was Patriarch Han Ying now, his skin still hurt from the cold.
Fortunately, this patriarch is a woman and has two big lumps of fat on her chest to resist. If he came in person, it would be really heartbreaking.
There are not many plum trees at the foot of the mountain, so Jingyue's posture is more like swimming on an iceberg.
This posture was very tiring, and the coldness of the ice easily soaked into the human body. Jing Yue soon began to gasp for breath and felt even more exhausted than he had been doing five times a night.
Just when he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer, a plum tree growing on the ice caught his attention.
It was about a foot in front of him, and the flowers were in full bloom.
Those flowers were like flames, lighting up Jingyue's path, as if there was a little warmth again.
He struggled to climb up and finally grasped the trunk with his left hand.
The next moment, a strange warmth penetrated his body, easing his coldness.
At the same time, Jing Yue finally found his first foothold and got a chance to breathe.
However, as the warmth flowed into the body, the entire plum tree withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The flowers withered and the trunk shrank and dried until it became a piece of wood.
This feeling was like Jing Yue had found a one-time blood replenishment point.
Or it's more like the kind of fire that spreads, and when the firewood is used up, it naturally turns to ashes.
At this time, the withered plum tree was finally overwhelmed and turned into ashes, while Jing Yue, who had taken a short rest, continued to climb up.
After climbing up a dozen plum trees in succession and letting them burn like firewood, Jing Yue finally reached the middle of the mountain. From here, he could vaguely see the peak reflecting the sunset.
But at this time, his physical strength was almost at its limit. His weak right leg slipped and he fell down the cliff.
"call!"
Jing Yue opened his eyes suddenly and saw the eldest lady wrapped in two coats looking at him with concern.
"A Duan, are you okay?"
Jing Yue shook his head and said, "It's okay, what's wrong?"
The eldest lady pointed around and said, "If I can't wake you up, I'm afraid you'll freeze to death."
Only then did Jing Yue see that the entire cabin was covered in frost and snow, and he could even see signs of it spreading to the next door.
The person the eldest lady refers to who freezes to death is naturally not her as a monk, but the ordinary people next door.
At this time, there was only a thud, like the sound of a stiff lump of ice falling to the ground.
Jing Yue and the eldest lady were stunned for a moment, then came to their senses.
With a bang, the door next door was pushed open, and Jing Yue immediately saw the frosty faces of the couple just now wrapped in clothes.
The man fell from the bed to the ground and was too stiff to get up. Jing Yue took a look, and his tears seemed to be frozen on his cheeks.
What a sin!
Jing Yue quickly lit the lantern and stove to help the two of them get rid of the cold. Read the book
The couple, who had been having a high time before, finally regained their composure and cried out about the tragic experience of almost freezing to death.
Jing Yue knew that all of this was caused by himself, but it was really not his fault.
After all, they weren't messing around, and he didn't want to divert his attention by practicing. If he didn't practice and divert his attention, it would not cause the spread of ice and snow, and if it didn't cause the spread of ice and snow, it would naturally not freeze people.
The most important thing is that the couple also said thank you to him, kneeling on the ground and carrying various products to express their gratitude for saving his life.
Looking at the dazzling array of products, Jing Yue couldn't refuse them for a moment.
Why does it feel like a lie?
