When the mountains gradually disappeared under their feet, Jiang Xiaoyu and others arrived at the vast prairie.
There are almost no cultivation sects on the grassland. Their inheritance of Taoism is mostly based on clans. Of course, without the interaction of other bloodlines, although the practitioners there also have masters, their overall strength is much weaker.
After leaving the grassland and traveling several thousand miles, the scenery in front of us gradually turned into pure white snow.
It is said to be the far north, but the area of this place is no smaller than that of the Central Plains.
Following the signs on the map, everyone finally saw a cold temple covered in silver on the top of a snow-capped mountain.
In the world of cultivation, it is indeed difficult to call a building of this scale a temple. At most, it is just a larger temple.
"Are you sure this is here?" Yushi asked Xiaoyu Chaojiang.
Jiang Xiaoyu nodded, "According to the signs on the map, this is indeed where it is."
As he said that, Jiang Xiaoyu looked at Lan Yue behind him.
Xiao Lanyue was wrapped in the animal skins bought from the grassland, and her little face was as red as an apple.
Lin Xiaowan just happened to open her wings again and wrap them around Lan Yue's body.
She stretched her head slightly and said, "Brother Jiang, are we really here? It's so cold here, I don't like it!" As she spoke, her little mouth pouted, as if she was a little aggrieved.
"It's okay, it won't be cold when we go down." Lin Xiaowan comforted Lan Yue in her arms.
From a distance, the mountain on which Tianbei Temple is located is very steep. The area on the top of the mountain is not large. Tianbei Temple is almost surrounded by cliffs. Only at the main entrance, there seems to be a piece of land where a person can stand.
The place.
Several people fell into the open space. On the towering lintel, the words "Tianbei Temple" seemed to have aged a long time. Several cracks could be vaguely seen on the wooden plaque.
Several ice strips hung on both sides of the plaque, reflecting dazzling light under the not-so-warm sunlight.
Next to the gate, there is a low statue, but the statue has long been covered with ice and snow. Judging from its appearance, it is basically clear whether it is a human or an animal.
The temple looks very quiet. If it weren't for the extraordinary perception of a few people, they would have thought that there was no one here.
After coughing twice, Jiang Xiaoyu walked to the temple door and knocked a few times.
Perhaps because the voice was too low, no monk came to open the door after waiting for a long time.
"Is there no one here?" The jade monk muttered, leaning on the sculpture at the door.
Jiang Xiaoyu was about to let out a loud shout when suddenly, a hand stretched out from the sculpture and pushed the jade away.
The nerves of several people suddenly became tense. When they turned back to look at the sculpture, the sculpture slowly stood up.
Only then did they realize that the sculpture in front of them was clearly that of an old monk.
The reason why he is called an old monk is because his face is withered and he looks like a skeleton covered with a layer of human skin.
The old monk patted the snow on his body, and then looked at Jiang Xiaoyu and others.
"How many donors are you?"
"Old monk, why are you squatting here and scaring people when you have nothing to do?" Monk Jade stepped forward and was about to argue with the monk, but Jiang Xiaoyu stopped in front of him.
Jiang Xiaoyu understood that the old monk in front of him was definitely not simple. At least, he was sitting here alive, and a large group of people like him didn't notice him. This ability alone was worth talking about.
The old monk was not angry at Yu Shi's abrupt words. Instead, he looked sideways at Ji Quansheng who was standing behind him.
Even though so much time had passed, Ji Quansheng's eyes were still sunken.
Moreover, his skin no longer has the luster that ordinary cultivators have.
Looking up, he looked like an ordinary person who was seriously ill and dying.
However, when the old monk looked at him, his eyes lit up.
He stepped directly in front of Ji Quansheng and looked at Ji Quansheng up and down without any hesitation.
Seeing how weird this monk was, Yu Shi came close to Jiang Xiaoyu's ear and whispered: "Look, does this monk have any special hobbies? But it's strange to say that among the few of us, you are the one who looks the younger.
, no matter what happens, I will never fall in love with him!"
Jiang Xiaoyu rolled his eyes at Yushi, and then Yushi smiled and shut up.
Ji Quan straightened his clothes, bowed to the old monk in front of him and said, "Senior."
The old monk kept nodding his head and praised: "Not bad! It's really good!"
Feeling that Ji Quansheng was a little embarrassed, Jiang Xiaoyu stepped forward and said, "Senior, do you have any advice for my fellow disciple?"
"What a seedling, what a seedling!" The old monk ignored Jiang Xiaoyu and instead said to Ji Quansheng, "Looking at your body, I am afraid that you are not going to die soon. This body of me, the glory of Buddhism, is just right for you."
Several people were stunned, feeling that the old monk wanted to become a disciple at the first sight.
Jiang Xiaoyu coughed twice, interrupting the old monk.
"Dare I ask, senior, is this Tianbei Temple?" Jiang Xiaoyu's words clearly meant he was asking questions knowingly.
The old monk looked at the plaque behind him and then at Jiang Xiaoyu. Perhaps because he thought Jiang Xiaoyu was illiterate, he nodded and said, "It's Tianbei Temple."
"I dare to ask the seniors, is there a monk named Pu Shan in the temple? I was entrusted by someone to give him something."
"Pu Shan?" the old monk walked up to Jiang Xiaoyu, "Unfortunately, I have been out for a while."
"Ah?" Several people were suddenly surprised. They and others had taken such a long detour to arrive at Tianbei Temple, but they didn't expect that Monk Pu Shan was not there. What should they do?
The key is that Wen Zhiming still treats Jiang Xiaoyu personally, and the chess piece must be delivered to Pu Shan's hands.
Knowing that Wen Zhiming has a thorough plan for everything he does, Jiang Xiaoyu naturally does not dare to look down upon him.
Seeing that several people looked a little lonely, the old monk suddenly chuckled twice and said: "However, counting the days, we should be back soon in the next two days. Why don't you guys rest in the temple first?"
What Jiang Xiaoyu was most afraid of was that the old monk wouldn't let him and others go in. After all, how could a little girl like Lan Yue endure this ice and snow?
Unexpectedly, the old monk actually took the initiative to offer the invitation, and the few of them naturally accepted it with smiles.
The temple door opened, and it was extremely cold inside.
There was not a single person in the huge Buddhist temple.
Seeing the surprise in the eyes of several people, the old monk explained: "It will be snowing again soon, so there are only two people left in the temple. The others have to take advantage of the coming snow to find some food and come back."
"In our place, everything has to be self-reliant. But it doesn't matter. This is also consistent with Buddhism, and it can be regarded as a kind of practice for everyone."
The Jade Monk stretched out his big round head and asked, "I see it's freezing and snowy here. Isn't this considered a heavy snow day?"
"Not counting!" The old monk smiled and said, "On a really heavy snow day, the accumulated ice can be piled directly from the bottom of the mountain to the entrance of our temple. Tell me how deep it is."
Yushi was shocked, this mountain must be at least a thousand feet high.
"Is it possible that it can be thousands of feet thick?"
"If you live here for a while, you will naturally be able to see it." The old monk explained: "The heavy snow days here are not snow, but mainly ice falling from the sky."
"Ice falling? Isn't it just hail?"
"When you look at the sky, do you see anything different?"
As soon as the old monk said this, several people hurriedly looked up to the sky. The sky was so gloomy and dark that it was almost as if something was covering it.
"In heavy snow days, the accumulated ice in the sky will collapse. At that moment, it feels like the sky is collapsing, and it is like an apocalyptic scene."
"But fortunately, the heavy snow days only last for a few months every year. When the time is up, the ice and snow on the ground will fly back to the sky like goose feathers."
After hearing this, several people suddenly felt that the old monk's bragging was a bit excessive.
How can there be such hail in the world?
However, thinking that they and others were guests, they did not ask any more questions.
After leading several people into an open side room, the old monk snapped his fingers, and a flame suddenly burst into flames from the brazier in the center of the room.
Under the light of the flames, the temperature in the room rose sharply.
“So warm!”
After helping Lan Yue take off the animal skin, the little guy ran to the brazier with a smile on his face and watched the dancing flames, jumping up and down, so happy.
"I just forgot to introduce some donors to the poor monk whose name is Dead Leaf."
Several people also reacted immediately and quickly introduced themselves.