The rhizome broke, the leaves suddenly fell down, and a gust of wind blew, blowing the leaves swaying from the window into the meditation room, landing on the tea table in front of the white-eyed Zen master.

The leaves are all verdant, and there is still a fragrance of grass and trees.

The white-eyed Zen master stared at the leaves, looked at it quietly for a long time, twisted the leaves and sniffed carefully, "The practice is not yet complete, just now at that moment my heart had waves, it is not easy to stop the water in my heart, what is the innocence of this leaf, to cut off its root is to kill it, since I have sworn it, how can I use the butcher's knife without permission, it is my fault to wither at this time." ”

There was a sad look on the Zen master's face, and in silence, his left hand brushed over his head, and a trace of silver hair broke off under his brush.

The courtyard where the Baimei Zen Master is located, there is no little novice to clean here, not no one, but the status of the Baimei Zen Master is too respected, no one dares to easily step into the courtyard, even if it is the abbot of Huiming, but also at the gate of the courtyard, wait for a long time to enter, and let the most curious little novice in the camel leaf temple is that the fallen leaves in the courtyard of the Baimei Zen Master have never floated out of the scope of the courtyard, those thin to a little crooked bamboo fence, but there seems to be an invisible force, even in the storm, the courtyard is still quiet。

"The hair and skin of the body are given by my parents, and I dare not damage it lightly, and today, I apologize for the sin of breaking my hair. ”

Zen Master Baimei stood under the tree, his gaze wandering, and the leaf leaked from his palm and fell to the root of the tree in a flutter.

There is still a hint of chill in early spring, but more than that, it is a vigorous force, hidden in this time to drive all things, but when spring comes to the earth, there is still a place where spring cannot reach, and the surrounding of this tree root is one of them.

The fallen leaves of last year have long been withered and yellow, and there is a sense of twilight under the curl, which is in strong contrast with the vitality of the new leaves that break out of the buds on the tree, forming a strong contrast, at this moment, in a pile of dead leaves under the roots of the tree, there is a trace of greenery, but this greenery will soon become one of the withered yellows in the ground.

"Falling leaves return to the roots, after all, it is your fate, in fact, I am not as good as you, you still have a home, and I am just a wandering stranger, once I die, I can't even get a person to collect the corpse. ”

The white-eyed Zen master stared at the green fallen leaves, his expression was a little lonely, as if he was not looking at the fallen leaves, but at himself.

"Go all the way!"

An old voice drifted away in the wind, and the white-eyed Zen master turned around and looked in the direction of Thundercloud Island, his eyes were leisurely, not knowing what he was thinking.

Han Shi looked at the white snow flying in the air, inadvertently stretched out his hand, a snowflake fell in his palm, stared a little, his pupils contracted suddenly, this snowflake from a distance, just like the catkins, the catkins are all over the sky, which exudes the interweaving of spring and sorrow, similar to the white snow in the sky, but far away.

This falling snowflake, in the cold but with a faint killing intent, this killing intent is naturally from the top of the head of the tribulation, although the killing intent in this snowflake is light, but under the accumulation of thousands of snowflakes, it will reach an extremely rich level.

The temperature around him, as the snowflakes fell, gradually froze, this cold, let Han Shi feel many years ago, when he was not yet a mortal, the feeling of being a mortal, that kind of biting cold, since he cultivated, he has rarely felt it again, but what made Han Shi really feel the shock of his heart was not the killing machine in the snow, but in his spiritual sense, he clearly saw that every piece of snow contained tens of millions of extremely small chips.

Each wafer, even if there is a slight difference in the shape of the wafer, is hexagonal, and there is an indescribable resemblance to the shape of the gray stone, whether there is an unknown mystery in it, or whether it is just a coincidence.

Han Shi withdrew his spiritual sense and looked up at the sky.

This snow will gradually melt as soon as you start it, and eventually become a drop of water, that is to say, snow and ice are formed by the solidification of water, this ice catastrophe, said to be a water catastrophe, water is one of the five elements, this is invisible, why is it in the shape of six sides after turning into snow, but not five or seven sides? Or is it something else?

Han Shi rubbed his eyebrows, behind this matter, there is a mysterious mystery, this kind of mystery can only see the surface now, everything hidden behind it, and he can't uncover that veil if he doesn't reach the realm.

Han Shi's mind turned extremely quickly, and almost at the moment of spiritual exploration, he thought of all kinds of possibilities and speculations, but now he did not have the qualifications and strength to explore the root cause.

Han Shi didn't know that from the moment when Na Jun left without worry, there was a strange change in the sky and clouds, this change was only born because of him, if Na Jun Wu Wu and Han Shi went through this calamity together, this strange change would not appear.

The snowflakes gradually grew larger, like pieces of goose feathers, sprinkled and fell, and from a distance, the top of the mountain was the same black for eternity, and gradually turned white under the cover of the snowflakes.

Like a teenager with black hair, it turns white overnight.

A sense of sorrow is quietly born in the hearts of everyone, this sorrow is born between heaven and earth, through the scene of the white head of the mountain peak directly penetrates into the hearts of the people, evoking the long-sealed sorrow, many people close their eyes and dare not look again, afraid that if they look at it again, they can't help but cry in front of people, only a few people with extremely firm hearts are still burning their eyes, looking at the green shirt in the snow.

"This snow is not simple!"

Ruan Peng muttered to himself, this sadness did not affect him much, but it gave him a sense of strangeness, and his intuition told him that there was another mystery behind this snow.

Suddenly, the mutation suddenly appeared, and an ice-blue mist-like airflow rushed out silently, as soon as this fog-like airflow appeared, there was a clattering sound, Han Shi's pupils contracted rapidly, and an extremely dangerous feeling came to his heart, and this cloud-like cloud was frozen.

The clouds that were originally spinning non-stop, under the rapid diffusion of the mist-like airflow, could not withstand the cold, and gradually solidified, keeping the appearance of the clouds frozen in mid-air.

The mist-like air current, as if it had a spirit, turned into an ice-blue trace, and slammed towards Han Shi.

Everywhere the mist-like airflow went, it turned into a piece of ice, and it seemed that even the void was frozen by it, and from a distance, it seemed as if a piece of solid ice stretched out from the clouds and smashed towards Han Shi, but in fact, this solid ice was instantly condensed in mid-air.

The ice-blue airflow had not yet arrived, but there was already a chill coming to his face, Han Shi only felt that the whole body, countless pores, were shrouded in this chill, and the whole body was icy, and the cold was even worse, spreading from the fur and skin to the whole body.

The next moment, Han Shi's eyes were blue, his body was surrounded by ice blue mist-like air currents, and he turned into an ice sculpture in less than a breath, and the outer ice layer of this ice sculpture condensed and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, three zhang, ten zhang, fifty zhang, two hundred zhang, and finally, the size of the entire ice cube was fixed at three hundred zhang, and the ice cube of this size was already an iceberg.

From a distance, a seven-foot man in a green shirt stood in the middle of the iceberg with his eyes closed, which was inconspicuous compared to the crystal transparent iceberg, but it was this green shirt dyed with a touch of green, which slowly spread to the entire iceberg.

This picture, like an eternity, gives people a strong sense of shock.

There was a hint of strangeness in the eyes of Xu Chen's master, this green-shirted monk named Han Shi, the first time he heard this person's name was from Xu Chen's mouth.

Since then, he has been paying attention to this person, and he didn't care about Xu Chen's defeat in the martial arts, after all, Xu Chen didn't go all out, but the excitement of the fighting made him tremble, not only for Xu Chen's excellence, but also for the profundity of this humane thought, this kind of perception of heaven and earth should not have appeared in a Yuandan monk.

And now, this 300-zhang iceberg has made his curiosity about this person reach the extreme.

He was no stranger to this calamity, and the calamity he crossed back then was exactly this calamity, but the iceberg he caused at that time was only more than 50 zhang, and even so he was seriously injured and almost died in the calamity.