The heavy snow dyed everything in the world white, and the Taoist and the swordsman, two horses and a cat, the footprints stretched to the north.

Still going and stopping, spreading and distributing spiritual power, and getting rid of demons and evil spells.

Sometimes I meet other people.

There is not only one doctor who comes to return to the county, but also more than one practitioner, Song You, and there are always retrograde people in the snowstorm.

It's just that the wind and snow are too heavy, so I walk slowly.

Song You originally planned to be able to walk to Hanshu in three days, that is, the northernmost county and the closest county to the snow field, but he didn't go there on the evening of the third day.

However, the terrain here is flat, and the village cannot be used to stay overnight, so there is not even a shelter from the wind.

Seeing that the sky had gradually darkened, Song You sighed helplessly, so he had no choice but to cast a spell, gather a pile of soil, and surround it into a sheltered place.

Sanhua Niangniang turned into a human form, skillfully picked up a large pile of firewood, and lit a fire.

The swordsman lays the stakes, ties the horses, and unloads the quilts.

A little more fire in the cold night of the wilderness.

Song You spread out the wool felt, sat on it by himself, separated from the cold, and then took out the blanket and put it aside, Sanhua Niangniang also sat beside the Taoist, wrapped her body in the blanket, only showing her head to stare at the fire in front of her, if the firewood was not enough, she stretched out a hand from the blanket, picked up the firewood and threw it in.

The mound of earth blocked the cold wind, the felt blanket separated the cold, and the fire burned brightly, and the flames were reflected in the eyes of the three people, crackling, but also adding a touch of warmth to the cold night.

An iron pot, half a pot of ice and snow, with scones broken into small pieces, the snow slowly melts.

But in the snowy night, someone came.

I saw Sanhua Niangniang pick up a piece of firewood and poke it into the fire, her body didn't turn much, but her head almost turned to the back, looking at the night sky.

"What's wrong?"

Song You also turned his head to look.

At this time, the sky was already dark, there were no stars and no moon overhead, and the world was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

The little girl remained staring at the other side, neither speaking nor turning her head back.

After a while, I faintly saw a figure.

In the firelight, the figure gradually appeared.

It was a monk wearing a yellow robe, with a somewhat fat body, wrapped in a cloth on his head, and his hands folded, walking slowly along the official road, with firm steps.

The monk undoubtedly saw them, stopped, looked at them a few times, and seemed to be indeed human and not demon, so he kept his hands folded and bowed.

"Amitabha."

Song You also got up and saluted back, and then asked, "Why is Master in a hurry late at night?" ”

The monk squeezed a smile out of his tired face and replied respectfully, "I didn't reach my destination, so I had to hurry." ”

"It's so late, can you still see the way?"

"The naked eye cannot, but the heart eye can."

"It's a good heart, but it can." Song You said for a while, and then asked, "I don't know where the master came from and where he is going?" ”

"From the village behind me, I'm going to Hanshu."

"The wind and snow are heavy in the middle of the night, and there are still thirty miles of cold and crisp, even if the master walks under the city gate, I am afraid that he will not be able to enter the city, if you are not in a hurry, please come here to take shelter from the wind and snow together."

"How many people are not afraid that the poor monks have brought the epidemic?"

"Is the master afraid that I will bring the plague?"

"It's better to be respectful than to obey!"

The monk smiled at Song You across the night, bowed again, and then approached.

A Taoist on both sides, a monk, with a different accent from the Hezhou people, is the most serious cold crisp in front of the epidemic, if you are afraid of the epidemic, how can you walk here at night?

"Thank you."

The monks found a vacant seat next to the fire and sat down, and said to them: "The poor monk was once a native of Angzhou, and he became a monk in Shengde Monastery in Angzhou. ”

"Under the surname Song Mingyou, a native of Lingquan County, Yizhou, there is no road number for the time being."

"Shu Yifan, a martial artist in the rivers and lakes."

"Sanhua Niangniang in Mao'er Temple next to Fulongguan on Yinyang Mountain, Lingquan County, Xiayi Prefecture." The little girl stared at the monk with a pair of bright eyes, learning the tone of the Taoist priest around her, but the words were much longer, and it seemed a little difficult for her to finish it in one breath.

"The poor monk is polite."

The monk glanced at Sanhua Niangniang more.

"Sanhua Niangniang was originally the deity of the Mao'er Temple next to Jinyang Road in Yizhou, and it has been almost five years since she met in the lower karma and traveled the world together." Song You explained to the monks, adding, "We also came from Changjing of Angzhou and entered Hezhou at the beginning of the year. ”

"I see."

The monk had a slightly chubby round face, looking quite charitable, but there was a touch of sorrow and exhaustion between his eyebrows: "It's fate, before the poor monk came to Hezhou, he had been in Changjing Tianhai Temple for a few years. ”

"Tianhai Temple?"

"Have you heard of it too?" The monk asked.

"Been there once." Song You couldn't help but smile and said to him, "Tianhai Temple, cherish the word tower." ”

"That tree is amazing."

The monk also smiled, with some nostalgia in his eyes, and when he looked at Song You again, he seemed to meet the deceased, and said with a smile: "The Taoist chief came from Yizhou, and he must have traveled around, I don't know when he arrived in Changjing, and when he left?" ”

Song You was also unrestrained, and said while roasting the fire: "Changjing, who arrived in February of the fourth year of Mingde, left in the first month of this year. ”

"That's really unfortunate." The monk said with his head bowed, "Poor Dao just left Changjing at the beginning of the fourth year of Mingde, and he had been practicing in Tianhai Temple for five years. ”

"Should it be a coincidence or not?"

"Haha, the Taoist chief is right."

This is similar to Doctor Cai.

I didn't meet it in Changjing, but I met it in Hezhou Guijun, two or three thousand miles away, and it is difficult to say whether it was fate or not. It can only be said that fate did not arrive at that time, but now it has arrived.

"Why did the master come here?"

"We are in Buddhism, and we will eventually have the heart to help the world, and now the north is chaotic, although the poor monks have low skills, but they are also willing to use their meager strength to relieve the troubled times." The master folded his hands and said, "So after practicing in Tianhai Temple, I came to Hezhou, and it happened not long before I heard about the epidemic in Guijun, so I came to Guijun, and I heard that the cold crisp was the most serious, so I went all the way to the cold crisp." ”

"I see."

Song You nodded.

Most of the cultivators I met during this period of time are like this, there are all Buddhism and Taoism, but the demon magic in this demon plague is from the Great Demon King of the Snow Plain, and the ordinary cultivators are not so easy to get rid of, and they are even more powerless for the disease, even if they understand the Taoist of medical skills, they are also very powerless. During this period of time, Song You had only seen a person who knew how to use clever spells and could remove the disease, but he could only cure one person at most after two or three days of busy work.

Song You thought for a while before saying: "But now that most of the county seats are closed, and entry and exit are strictly controlled, even if the master reaches the cold city, I am afraid it will not be easy to enter." ”

"I also got it, if I can get in, the poor monk will go straight to the sick relocation workshop, if you can't get in, you will go to the village outside the city."

"Does the master have a cure?"

"The poor monk has very little knowledge and meager mana, so he can't cure the disease, so he can only eliminate the pain and delay the disease for the sick." The monk was quite ashamed and said, "Let the Taoist master laugh." ”

"There is no cure for the disease below, how can I laugh?"

"Mo Dao has a small fluorescence, and he still has a heart for the night."

"That's it."

Song You agreed, thought for a while, and said, "But has the master heard of Divine Doctor Cai?" ”

"It's like thunder, I heard that Doctor Cai is also returning to the county."

"Exactly." Song You said to him, "Doctor Cai has already researched the symptomatic method in Lingze two days ago, which can cure the nine-day epidemic. ”

"Is that true?"

"Nature."

"How does the Daoist know?"

"We are here from Lingze."

"That's great!"

The monk was immediately extremely happy.

Immediately reacted, he was overjoyed, and then he restrained his smile, folded his hands, closed his eyes and said silently, and when he opened his eyes, he was already calm:

"If that's the case, the poor monk will have to go to the cold even more."

"That's right."

Song You nodded, could guess what he meant, and glanced at the swordsman and the girl, and then said: "I also planned to go to Hanshu, but the wind and snow were difficult, so I had to spend the night on the spot, since this is the case, maybe we can go on the same road tomorrow." ”

"That's a lot of an inconvenience."

They are all cultivators in the Xuanmen, and they are all here to cure diseases and save people, even if they can't be called old friends at first sight, they really don't need much politeness.

Encounters and intersections should be like water, simple and clean.

So the group sat around the fire to keep warm, and waited until the snow water boiled the scones into a paste, and the swordsman served them, one bowl per person, plus the persimmons given by the officials and people of Lingze County before, one for each person. When I had something in my stomach, it warmed up a lot so that I could continue talking.

In the middle of the night, Song You gathered another pile of dirt, plugged the last gap, and asked the monk if he wanted a thin quilt, but the monk only said that it was not cold, so he gave up.

In fact, as long as you are a living person, how can you not feel cold?

No matter how high the road is, it will be cold.

If you can't feel the cold, you won't know what warmth is, and you won't know the value of warmth.

It's just not frozen.

It's just that the monk said so, with Song You's temperament, he didn't bother to entangle anymore, but Sanhua Niangniang knew the discomfort of the cold best, so she threw the thin quilt on him, and turned over the gap in the mound, and picked up a lot of dry firewood in the cold night to pile it aside, and by the way, caught a mouse, and kept it for tomorrow morning to eat, and then got into the wool felt, covered with a blanket with the Taoist, half in a daze and half asleep.

In the evening, the monks plucked beads and chanted the scriptures silently, chanting until midnight, and in the middle of the fire was afraid that the fire would be extinguished, and firewood was added a few degrees.

The next morning, snow had fallen.

The Taoist and the swordsman cooked the paste again, added persimmons, and ate them with the monks, and the three-flowered cat politely asked the monks if they ate rats, so they also went out for a walk, and ate rats by the way.

Then continue on the road.

There was one more companion.

I don't know how many days the cold snow has fallen, I am afraid that it is more than a foot thick, and my feet are deep footprints when I step on it, and I actually walked thirty miles for a morning.

This morning is not to sleep until the end of the day, and then to noon. Because of the cold in the north, even if the wool felt and wool blanket presented by Yu Zhizhou have outstanding thermal insulation capabilities, they will still be frozen and awakened when they sleep until the coldest time in the morning, and they simply go on the road, almost walking with the sunrise.

It was only at noon that they arrived at the gate of the cold city.

As expected, Han Su has long been locked down.

However, the soldiers guarding the city only glanced at the people under the city, and shouted from afar: "Is it Mr. Song You Song who came from Lingze County?" ”

"Huh?"

The monk was amazed.

Facing his gaze, Song You first asked questions and answers with the soldiers on the city wall, and then turned to the monk and replied: "I have walked with Doctor Cai before, and then bid farewell to the Divine Doctor and continue to the north. ”

"I see."

The monk folded his hands and said with a smile.

The gates of the city slowly opened in front of the two of them.

(End of chapter)