Seven days later...

Japan, central Hokkaido, Daisetsu Mountain.

Although it is already May, this area, the vast snowy area, still covers the earth.

The so-called Daxueshan is actually the collective name for this entire volcano group.

There are as many as twenty peaks with an altitude of more than two thousand meters in the Daxue Mountains.

The number of peaks of average height is even more numerous.

In the rolling snow-capped mountains, on top of a gray-black rocky peak.

There is a pure white building, standing quietly in the mountains, and it seems to be integrated with the surrounding snowy area.

Their existence, unless you get closer and take a closer look, you may simply ignore them if you are not careful.

An old man with white hair and white beard, wearing a white robe, surrounded by three or four young people in gray robes, walked on the snow in front of the building.

When they reached the area where dozens of snowman statues were scattered around, the old man paused and finally stopped.

As the leader of the Snow Mountain School, the old man’s name is Snow Mountain Hayato.

Hayato is the first name, and Snow Mountain is the surname. All the leaders of the Snow Mountain School, no matter what their previous surname was, from the moment they take charge of the Snow Mountain School, they will directly change their surname to Snow Mountain.

"If you want to be recognized by the gods and truly become a great Onmyoji, you must be able to do what others cannot tolerate!"

"This batch, a dozen seedlings sent over from the Yamaguchi-gumi group, is already on its seventh day of trying to communicate with the gods."

"I hope that some of them will be lucky enough to have a real connection with the gods!"

Scanning the snowman statues around him, Yukiyama Hayato looked helpless and sighed.

The original Snow Mountain School was once quite prosperous.

But now...

After scanning the surroundings, Yukiyama Hayato was speechless.

There are only two or three big cats and kittens left in the entire Snow Mountain School. Including himself, the real Onmyoji in their school can be counted with one slap.

The few young people who came with him can only be regarded as servants here.

They are not onmyoji, they just practice some judo, karate and so on to strengthen their bodies.

"Ask the gods for seven days. Time has passed. Whether this batch of seedlings can be recognized by the gods depends on today!"

"Koji, do it!"

With his hands behind his back, Yukiyama Hayato looked up at the sky. He waved his hand and gave instructions to the young people around him.

"Okay, leader!"

Several young people bowed and bowed respectfully to Snow Mountain Hayato, and then quickly walked towards the nearest snowman statue.

Compared with ordinary people, the skills of these young people seem to be much stronger.

After taking a few steps to the snowman statue, they were extremely skilled and began to clean up the snow on the snowman's body.

The first thing to be cleared away was naturally the snow on the snowman's head.

When the thick layer of snow was carefully cleared away by the few of them, covering it, a boyish face that was obviously still a little childish slowly began to appear.

"Faction leader, this man is not breathing, he should be completely dead!"

After sniffing the boy's breath, one of the young men named Koji immediately reported to Snow Mountain Hayato.

"People nowadays learn too many miscellaneous things and their minds are too complicated."

"I have informed the group of three that they should try to select the kind of children who have not read books and cannot read a single word among the seedlings they send over."

"I don't know how much they believed what I told them..."

With an expressionless face, Yukiyama Hayato sighed with emotion.

He waved his hand, indicating to Koji and the others to continue.

The boy who was already confirmed to be dead was no longer taken care of. Koji and the others walked directly towards a nearby snowman statue.

The so-called snowman statue is actually a complete misunderstanding.

The dozens of statues sitting cross-legged in this area are completely formed by boys and girls who were frozen and covered with snowflakes.

The secret method of the Snow Mountain School is to put these boys and girls into a state of near-death, allowing them to communicate with the gods they serve.

If they can win the favor of the gods and truly see the true face of the gods, these boys and girls will naturally no longer be afraid of a mere chill.

After all, their Snow Mountain School only serves two gods, one is a snow girl and the other is a dog.

The place in front of us is the best place among the Snow Mountain School's residence to communicate with the spirit snow girl.

Half an hour later, the dozen boys and girls who were frozen into snowmen, Hao Er and others, had checked them one by one.

"Faction leader, no one has been spared. There are no Onmyoji seedlings left here. They have all been frozen to death for a long time!"

After walking a few steps in front of Snow Mountain Hayato, Koji bowed respectfully to him, and then spoke.

"Decades ago, the seedlings sent here had a chance of being favored by the gods, which was at least ten percent!"

"Isn't it okay for today's children to be simple-minded and not go to school?"

"Our Snow Mountain School has not seen a true Onmyoji for nearly ten years."

"It's not just our Snow Mountain style. All other Onmyoji schools are basically the same."

"As for the government, if they don't do anything else but introduce compulsory education, they are digging up our roots!"

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Although he had been mentally prepared for it, when this result actually appeared in front of Yukiyama Hayato, he still looked bitter and helpless.

While sighing repeatedly, he was already walking towards the square attic not far away with his hands behind his back.

As for Hao Er and the others, they carried the bodies of the boys and girls to a distance of more than a hundred meters, and then threw the bodies directly down the cliff.

For their Snow Mountain School, the dead have no value anymore.

Whether the body falls under the cliff and is covered by snow or buried in the mouth of a wild beast has nothing to do with Hao Er and the others.

It's more than ten miles away from here.

Wearing a pair of jeans, a leather jacket, and a pair of high-top leather boots, Chen Hai walked on the snow.

The harsh weather, which was freezing and freezing, had little impact on him who could control the fire.

The only bad thing about this place is that there is a vast expanse of white everywhere, and you can't get your bearings. If you make a mistake, you will get lost in this vast snowy area.

Fortunately, Chen Hai came here completely alone, without any of his subordinates.

Otherwise, wandering around in this vast snowy area, not only would they not be able to help Chen Hai, but they would become a burden to him.

Two days ago, he had actually arrived in a small town near the Snowy Mountains.

After just a night's rest, yesterday morning, he went alone into the vast snow-capped mountains.

"The bastard Taro Murakami, in the city, in the colorful world of feasting and feasting, isn't it comfortable to stay there?"

"In this snowy mountain, all birds are almost extinct, and wolves can only be seen occasionally."

"What does he want to do by hiding in this place? Is he serving the wolf with his body?"

With a dissatisfied look on his face, Chen Hai muttered.

With the help of divination, he could only confirm that Taro Murakami was hiding in the snowy mountains.

But in such a large area, finding a person in this place is probably not much easier than finding a needle in a haystack.

What's more important is that the chance of getting lost accidentally while walking in this vast snowfield is not at all slight.

No, Chen Hai glanced around and found that he seemed to have taken a fork in the road again. He didn't know where he was now!

"There is no other way but to do another divination to see the specific situation!"

Feeling a little helpless, he once again took out the few copper coins used for divination.

It was Chen Hai's first time to visit Daxue Mountain, and the environment inside was completely unfamiliar to him.

Since entering the snowy mountains yesterday, he had gotten lost at least ten or eight times.

Fortunately, he can figure out some things with the help of divination.

Otherwise, if an ordinary person were to encounter his situation, there would probably be no other way to go except closing his eyes and waiting for death.

In this vast snow-capped mountain, Chen Hai was naturally not going to go all out and make himself weak.

A casual divination with a few copper coins.

The thunder in the sky is Wuwu, and what is revealed is the Wuwu hexagram.

"A bird loses its chance and falls into a cage. Even if it flies hard and cannot soar, it is better to just stick to its duty now and never try to get high." This hexagram explained, he silently recited it several times in his mind.

"In the southeast direction, within twenty miles, the place where Taro Murakami is hiding is finally not far away..."
Chapter completed!