Now that he had arrived at Vimaltahara, Tang Luo was not in a hurry, and planned to observe the group of people who were kowtowing and walking in the wilderness.

Except for a limited number of monk-like practitioners, most of these people are in groups of three or five, including men and women, adults and children, and they look like a family.

The leader is often the eldest of the several, and the children mostly sit on carts pulled by pack animals.

By this time, the snow had been falling for several days, and the snow had not melted in the Vimalta plains, making it extremely difficult for these people to walk.

Except for a limited number of cultivators, Tang Luo found that most of them were ordinary people in ragged clothes, unkempt, their hair that had not been taken care of for a long time was clumped, and they wore copper plate-like protective gear on their hands, their bodies wrapped in the leather of unknown animals, and their knees wrapped in thick protective gear.

These people have words in their mouths, put their hands together, hold them high above their heads, and take a step; Keep your hands together, move in front of you, and take another step; Put your hands together and move them to your chest, and when you take the third step, move your hands away from your chest, parallel to the ground, and bow down with your palms facing down, your knees on the ground first, then your whole body on the ground, and then tap your forehead on the ground, and then stand up.

The cycle went on and on, as if tireless, without pain, without any particular joy, only peace, endless peace, the bad weather and temperature, and the arduous trek, as if it had no effect on them.

But ordinary people are too small in front of Tianwei, and their spiritual power can't help them overcome everything after all.

Tang Luo looked up at the snow clouds in the sky, even if he hadn't learned any knowledge of celestial phenomena, he could see that such heavy snow clouds that stretched for thousands of miles meant heavy snow for several days, or even more than ten days.

And in this unsheltered wasteland, as the snow gets higher and higher, those ordinary people and pack beasts who have not cultivated will be the first to die.

Just like the people in the north, perhaps because the goods were too heavy, or perhaps because the pack beast was too weak, the cart carrying all the living things of the family was already deep in the snow, and no matter how hard the family tried, the cart and the pack beast were as if they were embedded in the stone slab.

Sadly, this family is all ordinary people, even the one who is the leader is only the peak cultivation of the mortal realm, so they can't do anything in the face of the board car that is deep in the snow.

No matter how hard he tried, the beast cart stuck in the snow had no intention of moving, and finally, the frightened pack beast in the snow finally exhausted its strength because of the frantic struggle, and fell down with a scream.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the boat encountered the head wind, unfortunate things never knew what was called moderation, the pack beast could not stand up, it meant that there was no labor to share the burden of materials, waiting for this family, perhaps only to leave the pack beast on their back and leave, and in this unsheltered grassland, waiting for them is likely to die.

Xu felt the atmosphere of death, and the calm on the faces of the family also turned into gloom, and the girl knelt beside the pack beast, stroking its face, muttering something, there was apology, reluctance, and more sadness.

And on this snowy day, the visibility is only more than ten meters, and who can see their suffering and despair.

Even if you can see it, who can help, the most desperate thing in the world is never to be in an indifferent environment and be the enemy of everyone, but even if you want to help you, you have no heart. Under such a natural disaster, Shen Fan is just a stronger refugee, a flat boat in the waves, and it is difficult to protect itself.

The family was undoubtedly in a desperate situation, and unless there was any miracle, Vimaltahara was the place where their bones were buried.

But faith is sometimes really inexplicable, and just when Tang Luo wanted to pull the family's cart out of the snow, he found that several ascetic monks not far from them had given up their pilgrimage and stood up and rushed towards the family.

The monks were barefoot, wrapped only in cool robes, and their hands and necks were covered with various styles of Buddhist beads, just like ordinary ascetic monks.

Tang Luo didn't know how these monks heard the family's cry for help from the howling wind and snow, only to see a few monks quickly approaching the deep cart around, several arms together to pull up the 10,000-pound cart and pack beast from the snow, the monks who had done all this consumed most of their spiritual power, and after saluting the family who escaped the predicament, they continued to kneel and kowtow in the original direction, and disappeared in the wind and snow after a while.

If it were a story, it would have been a perfect ending, as the family was rescued by a few ascetics, and the family walked towards the holy place in their hearts with more devout faith.

But reality is not a story after all, it will not change its cruel nature because of a wonderful story, the monks have done enough, but there is only so much they can do, the snow is still raging, and the road ahead is still vast.

Walking in such snow should be ten times the physical exertion of the usual, and the snow is like a jiu-jitsu master, constantly draining people's energy.

The family will still die in the wind and snow after all, just sooner or later.

And the few monks who extended a helping hand were no better, because they relied purely on spiritual power to resist the cold in such a harsh environment, and the consumption just now consumed most of their already insufficient spiritual power, in other words, if they gave up their long heads of three kneels and nine kowtows, stood up and ran wildly, they might have a chance to escape from this snowfield, but if they continued, the end would not be much better than this family.

This bad weather is already a punishment for these people of faith, just like God is deliberately not allowing this group of believers to arrive at the design, this continuous snow will cut off all hope of life in this snowfield, unless they give up worship and run for their lives.

For some, it's too late to escape, they've gone too deep into the snowy field and become cornered.

But isn't the reason why martial artists support Yiheng's cultivation day and night so that one day they can dominate heaven and earth.

If this blizzard is a prank by the heavens on this group of believers, Tang Luo, who is standing above the clouds, will have the confidence to say to God, don't allow it!

Above the heavenly dome, beside the star-robed man wearing a mask of Gochen, thirty-six Falling Imperial Yuan Magnetic Beads rotated rapidly along a certain mysterious trajectory, the Divine Beads rotated faster and faster, the Yuan Magnet remained in the orbit, and wisps of electric arcs appeared around Tang Luo's body, and they became brighter and brighter.