Standing on top of this snowy mountain, Shen Yi took a deep breath of fresh air.

His tanned skin seemed to have turned into delicate and smooth white skin in an instant, so delicate that even the pores were gone.

In fact, Shen Yi didn't know, this is the beauty of building the foundation, he is no longer the body of the five leaks, through the foundation building, the five leaks on his body have all been plugged and repaired. Pores are the most important way for the human body to communicate with the true element of heaven and earth, and now that Shen Yi has just broken through the foundation, his pores are naturally tightly closed, preventing the true element of heaven and earth in his body from disappearing.

Shen Yi stood on top of the snow-capped mountain, looked at the vast Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and said with confidence: "I must find the Ice Silkworm Snow Lotus." ”

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Shen Yi, who had just completed the foundation building, did not know how to control qi, so he could only rely on his hands and feet to climb the tall Tianshan Mountain. Before coming, Shangguan Ruyun also explained that the ice silkworm produces snow lotus, but there is not even a living creature on this tall snow mountain, what kind of ice silkworm to find there?

In three days, Shen Yi turned the entire Tianshan Mountain upside down, but unfortunately he hadn't even seen a single wriggling worm, let alone an ice silkworm.

In this way, Shen Yi's confident mentality after breaking through the foundation building was gone, and after sitting on the Tianshan Mountain for a long time, he couldn't help but feel a little cold, and glanced at the Tianshan Mountain with nostalgia, and then he reluctantly went down the mountain, he couldn't help but be a little frustrated, and a little worried about An Yangjing.

If there was no Ice Silkworm Snow Lotus, how would she wake up?

Is it possible to be a vegetative person for the rest of your life?

Shen Yi didn't dare to continue thinking about it, he was not a pessimist by nature, and before he came, he was even more determined to find the Ice Silkworm Snow Lotus, but now he has only succeeded in building the foundation, and he has never even seen the appearance of the Ice Silkworm, let alone the Snow Lotus that occurs once in a thousand years.

I lost my soul and fell down the perennial snow-covered Tianshan Mountain, but I found that at this time, under the snow-capped mountain, hundreds of monks and public believers gathered there, all prostrate on the cold frozen soil, very religious.

At this time, Shen Yi was standing in front of them, so it looked as if they were bowing to Shen Yi, and when they raised their heads and saw Shen Yi, they were all surprised, one of the old monks said a few words of Tibetan to a few people, Shen Yi didn't understand it very well, but after these people finished speaking, they all bowed to Shen Yi again.

At this time, Shen Yi was stunned.

Nima, is this taking yourself as a god?

After they finished kowtowing, they all stood up and looked at Shen Yi in awe, but due to the language barrier, Shen Yi didn't know how to communicate with them at all.

At this time, the elderly monk shouted behind him, and a little girl familiar to Shen Yi appeared in front of Shen Yi's eyes.

It was the little girl who sent Hada to Shen Yi that day, and this group of people was probably the pilgrimage team that Shen Yi met that day.

It turned out that the little girl could speak broken Mandarin, and she looked at Shen Yiyi in awe: "Are you a mountain god?"

Shen Yi was happy in his heart, feeling that this group of people regarded themselves as mountain gods, Shen Yi shook his head and said, "No, I'm not, I'm also a believer." ”

Shen Yi really couldn't find any reason for him to appear here for no reason, so he had to say that he was a believer.

When the little girl heard Shen Yi say this, she stretched out her little red hand, put it in her heart and said silently, "May the gods bless you." ”

This time he spoke Mandarin, and Shen Yi could understand it.

The little girl told the older monk about the situation, but the older monk still looked at Shen Yi in awe, and said a few words, and after asking the little girl to translate, would she be willing to stay in their village?

Although Shen Yi is now anxious to go back to Spring City, after all, he has been out for nearly two months, I am afraid that He Lan Lin Ziqing and these women will go crazy. However, Shen Yi looked at the little girl's hopeful eyes and agreed.

……

Shen Yi followed the pilgrimage team back to their village, the village was not far from the snow-capped mountain, but it was not close to crawling all the way here, and I am afraid that it was precisely because of this that Shen Yi would arrive several days before them.

The little girl's name is Zhuoma, she is a cute collector's girl, with the tall and sassy of the collector's girl, although she is only four or five years old, she still very warmly invites Shen Yi to live in her house.

Shen Yi agreed without thinking about it, because in the whole village, only Zhuoma, who went to school in the county, could speak Mandarin, and Shen Yi and others could not communicate at all.

Sitting in the warm house, Zhuoma looked at Shen Yi with a pair of big watery eyes.

Shen Yi couldn't help touching his face and said, "What's wrong?"

Dolma said, "Where did the big brother come from?"

Shen Yi said: "A place in the south of the city. ”

Dolma asked, "Is the city big?"

"Not big. ”

"Is it big in our county?"

Shen Yi didn't know where the county in the mouth of Ludao Zhuoma was, but imagine how big the county in her mouth was, although Chuncheng was not as good as Beishangguang, but it was still better than Lhasa, so Shen Yi couldn't help but cry and laugh at this question, and said with a smile: "It should be bigger than the county." ”

"Oh!" Dolma was a little frustrated when she got the answer that wasn't the answer.

Shen Yi looked at this small collector's village and couldn't help asking, "Do you all have to go on a pilgrimage every year?"

Hearing Shen Yi ask about the pilgrimage, Zhuoma seemed a little excited and said, "Yes, we have to go on the pilgrimage every year, otherwise Tianshan Ama will not bless us." ”

There is no need to ask, Shen Yi must know that this Tianshan Ama is their god here.

But soon Dolma was a little sullen and said: "We were going to Lumbini Temple, but the temple was buried by a snowstorm, so we didn't go, I like to listen to a monk chanting the scriptures there." ”

As he spoke, Zhuoma also muttered to himself: Om, Boom!

The voice is a little immature and does not give a sense of solemnity.

Shen Yi couldn't help but be stunned, stroked the Zhenlong rosary in his hand, and remembered King Gesang, could it be that the monk taught her?

Shen Yi was about to speak, when an elderly monk lifted the felt curtain and walked in.

When Zhuoma saw the old man walk in, he quickly stood up, called a Tibetan title, and then turned to Shen Yi and said, "This is my grandfather." ”

Shen Yi hurriedly gave a salute.

The old man looked at Shen Yi with a smile, and sat down side by side with Shen Yi, and Zhuoma sat on a small horse in front of the two of them, acting as a competent translator.

Through the conversation, Shen Yi learned that the old man was not a monk, he was just a believer, and his prestige in the village was relatively high, so it was more effective to speak. After talking to the old man about something that he didn't have, Shen Yi found that the old man had been looking at Shen Yi's wrist all the time.

The string of precious prayer beads on the wrist.

Finally, the old man couldn't help but ask Zhuoma to translate: "Where did your rosary come from?"

Shen thought about it for a while, and said that it was sent by King Gesang.

Hearing this, the old man was shocked and asked, "What about the Dharma King?"

Shen Yi told the story of King Gesang's death, and the old man couldn't help but cry when he heard it, and now it was Shen Yi's turn to be surprised.

The old man Huo Ran stood up and left here.

Shen Yi was even more surprised, Zhuoma looked at Shen Yi, and said with some sadness in his words: "Three years ago, our whole village had a strange disease, and the Dharma King once saved our village. ”

Hearing Zhuoma say this, Shen Yi understood.

Feelings are at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, and people don't regard him as a god, but the Zhenlong rosary in his hand as a god.

Shen Yi couldn't help but shake his head, and also remembered the old monk who dared to say that the Buddha was not in front of the Buddha statue.

The news of His Holiness Gesang's death spread throughout the village, and the people in the village proposed to spend time for His Holiness. So that evening, all the men and women of the village, young and old, gathered together in a clearing in the village, lit a huge bonfire, and a group of people sat cross-legged and silently recited a scripture that Shen Yi did not understand.

Dolma didn't participate because she was too young.

Shen Yi is not from the village, so naturally he can't participate.

One big and one small sat on the side, solemnly watching this solemn and simple transcendent ceremony.

Zhuoma told Shen Yi about some things in the village, and Shen Yi listened boredly.

Suddenly, something in Zhuoma's mouth made Shen Yi rise sharply and excited, Zhuoma said: "Big brother, you must not believe me when I say it, I once saw a pure white lotus flower on the top of the snowy mountain, growing on the cliff, very beautiful and moving, you must have never seen it." ”

Hearing Zhuoma say this, Shen Yi was stunned and hurriedly asked, "Have you seen it there?"

Dolma scratched his head and said, "On a cliff in the snow-capped mountains, I made a pilgrimage with my grandfather that year and saw it once. ”

"Can you take me there?" Shen Yi asked.

Dolma said, "You have to ask Grandpa about this. ”

Shen Yi was excited.

……

Lin Qingyun is a Taoist priest in Qingcheng Mountain Daofu, Sichuan.

He has a disciple named Lin Qingchen, who was a scoundrel before the age of eighteen, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling all the time, so once after he gave a rich second-generation girlfriend, he was broken and thrown into the Yangtze River. As a result, he was rescued by Lin Qingyun passing by, changed his name to Lin Qingchen, and became a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain.

Although Lin Qingchen has become a Taoist priest, and he is also a disciple of Qingcheng Cave Heaven, one of the top ten caves of Taoism, he is still a scoundrel, but this guy admires Lin Qingyun very much.

Relying on rogue methods, he often took some elixirs, and gave them all to Lin Qingyun, so that Lin Qingyun turned a blind eye to Lin Qingchen's actions.

This time, Lin Qingchen didn't know where to get the news, and heard that the Tianshan Mountain was about to have a thousand-year-old snow lotus birth, so he called his master Lin Qingyun and rushed to the foot of the Tianshan Mountain.

It's a pity that I didn't see Snow Lotus here, but instead froze the two of them and shivered.

Lin Qingyun kicked Lin Qingchen's ass and scolded, "Qingchen, where is Snow Lotus?"

Lin Qingchen scratched his head and said with some frustration: "Master, I also heard that you don't use your hands and feet." ”

"I heard, you will hear about it, let the teacher be frozen here. Lin Qingyun scolded and beat at the same time.

Lin Qingchen just showed a wry smile, scratched his head, and said in his heart, damn it, when this snow lotus is born, Lao Tzu will teach the person who came to pick the snow lotus, why did it come so late, grass!