The three of them walked in the mixed woods under the snow-capped mountains.

Shenlin Yuzi's umbrella itself has a barrier, and within a diameter of three meters, it will not be seen by anyone as long as he does not use divine power.

Yuan Qingsu thought of countless ways to use it in an instant, all about crime.

In fact, divine power itself can be used to commit crimes, but without monsters, it will leave obvious traces. Depending on the seriousness of the situation, it may be regarded as the target of death.

The handsome young samurai, the unconventional girl in a kimono, the gorgeous courtesan lady, and snow fell from the pine trees. The three of them seemed to have walked out of the painting.

"I have a problem." After ten minutes, Yuan Qingsu spoke.

"Ask." The answer was Ji Gong Shiliu Ye.

"Why are the clothes all ancient costumes?"

"Good armor is basically made of monster corpses. There are many left in ancient times, so everyone is in ancient costumes. Of course, there are also modern times, but most practitioners still like the ancient style. Even if there are new monster corpses, most of them will be made into ancient style clothing."

"Where is the weapon? When [Muhua Bloomsome Yeji], I didn't see cannons or anything else."

"Those things that cannot use divine power cannot touch monsters."

"Can't corpses be made into cannons?"

"no."

"Why?"

"I also want to know the reason and then make it into cannons so that novices can also play a role."

Walking out of the mixed woods, the three of them stopped talking and walked quietly on the snow.

The white horse is covered in silver, and the black hawk is hovering in the distance.

Although it was April, the temperature on the snow-capped mountains was very low, and Yuan Qingsu didn't feel very cold, and the kimono was isolated from the low temperature.

There was silence between the world, and only the creaking sound of snow on the footsteps under your feet.

The three of them came to the top of the snow-capped mountain and found a camping site at a shelter.

People in ski suits went back and forth in the tent, including skis, gas stoves, heating equipment, etc. At first glance, they thought they were here to ski camp.

But in the bags containing ski equipment, in addition to snowboards, there are various weapons.

Yuan Qingsu glanced at the two of them.

Shen Lin Yuzi gave him a look of waiting, while Ji Gong Shiliuye's look of smiles as if he was carrying someone else's back.

The three of them stood in the distance, quietly like snowmen, staring at these people.

Soon, the people set up camping tents and gathered by the bonfire.

"Are you all here?" The person in charge spoke very gently.

"It's all here." Someone responded.

"Let's start." The person in charge sat cross-legged and pinched the Buddha's seal with his hands.

Everyone sat down quickly and looked at the man respectfully.

"This time the Dharma is spread: Consciousness-Only.

"Master Yuanxiao was seeking Buddha's teachings among famous mountains and high mountains. Once, after dusk, he stayed in a deserted tomb.

"He woke up in the middle of the night, his mouth was dry and he reached out to scoop water from the cave beside him and drank it. He had never drunk such clear, cold and sweet water.

"When the master fell asleep and woke up again, the morning light shone on the place where he drank at night. Unexpectedly, it was the water accumulated in the skeleton.

"Master Yuanxiao felt disgusted and vomited. At this moment, he suddenly realized a truth.

"The mind arises, all kinds of laws arise, and the mind is destroyed, and the mind is no different from the skeleton."

Yuan Qingsu didn't expect that these people were here to "school". He turned his head and looked at Shen Lin Yuzi, who still asked him to wait.

He turned around and looked around, remembering the terrain in his heart.

"The three realms are only the mind, and all dharmas are only the consciousness. If you cannot do anything outside the mind, you can use it and ask for it separately."

It seems that it has reached a specific way of practice. Out of the desire for knowledge, Yuan Qingsu subconsciously retracted his mind and pricked up his ears and sounded.

"One mind is the true nature, which is neither born nor destroyed, eternal and indestructible, is the origin of the world. All things in the universe are born from it and are destroyed with it."

The people in front of me were wearing ski suits and speaking scriptures, but they were not at all disliked. Instead, they had a Buddhist atmosphere.

From noon to night, the three of them stood there. Fortunately, it didn't snow, otherwise they would have become snowmen.

Yuan Qingsu almost understood the "Consciousness-Only".

In modern terms, it is the idealism of my thinking and therefore I am.

These people not only believe that divine power is the inner power, but even monsters are natural phenomena imagined by humans.

As for the practice method, it is used to describe it in popular language, which is:

Use the scriptures to combine your mind and the world, and use your mind to manipulate the world.

When you reach a profound state of practice, you can hold the key to the world in your hand.

It is said that when Shakyamuni was born, he mastered the secret key to the world.

Having a dreamy mind, stalking with gaze, not afraid of difficulties, perseverance, and destined beauty reflects a clear light from the depths of the muscles.

The leading monk taught some methods to use the mind to increase strength and cure diseases and injuries. In Yuan Qingsu's opinion, this is no different from the mantra, but the name is different.

When it was dinner time, these people ate and asked questions during the day class.

The "teacher" also answered every student's questions seriously and affectionately, and was as happy as a student who was really camping.

There is no problem with Yuan Qingsu. The only doubt is why they have to stay here for a whole day in vain.

He looked at Shen Lin Yuzi, who still asked him to continue waiting.

Ji Gong was soft at night, as if he was about to fall asleep at any time, and leaned his head against Shen Lin Yuzi's thin shoulders.

In order not to make a sound, Shen Lin Yuzi did not push her away.

When he noticed this scene, Yuan Qingsu regretted that he was too studious and gave all his attention to what "Consciousness-Only" he gave him.

If you pretend to be sleepy early, can you lean on Miss Shenlin's shoulder?

However, "Yoshima" is not as good as the mantra he learned from Shen Lin Yuzi, but he is reluctant to let him give up.

It makes it difficult to make a choice.

The people had supper and got together again.

This time, there was no class started, but one by one was going to say something.

"Three years ago." A middle-aged man with a stubborn man was the first to speak, "It's here that an avalanche happened."

After a moment of silence, the man continued in a calm tone:

"That day, my wife and my daughter came here for vacation. My daughter was very excited and kept shouting, 'Dad, Dad, let's go skiing.'. My wife complained that it was cold here, but when she was with her daughter, she smiled like a child."

Middle-aged people seem to be immersed in happy times, with a warm expression on their faces.

"We went up the mountain together. I put rabbit-shaped protective gear on my daughter, two on my knees and one on my butt, which was a little bigger, pink, and very cute."

"My wife put goggles on me, blamed me for having only my daughter in my eyes, and then she laughed first."

It seemed that he saw his wife jealous again. The man smiled at the corner of his mouth and his crystal eyes reflected the beating bonfire.

"Then," he paused, "is an avalanche."

"For me, it was an avalanche, and for those practitioners, it was the [Snow Mountain White Horse] who caused trouble."

"I held my daughter, protected her, and hid in this place. My daughter was crying in my arms. The trembling wife kept saying to her that she was fine, she was fine."

"The avalanche stopped, we are fine, but who knows"

The middle-aged man smiled miserably and then said in a voice that seemed to be squeezed out of his throat:

"The avalanche did not let us die, but those practitioners took my wife and daughter's life!"

The bonfire shaking, the man's voice was calm and even a little scary, and everyone looked at him quietly.

"After the avalanche, my wife and daughter who were originally in my arms suddenly disappeared."

"The rescue team found them in the snow and determined that the cause of death was a snow disaster. But I remember it very clearly that I kept holding them and holding them desperately."

"At that time, the sound of avalanches was everywhere in my ears. I said to myself over and over again: Wanzuo, you can't let go, you can't die, do you hear it?"

"I hate myself, why did I finally let go, why didn't I die in the avalanche together?"

The man rubbed his eyes with his palms.

"After the accident, I could not accept the facts, nor could I forgive myself, so I decided to commit suicide. At this time, Kuan saw the master find me and told me the truth."

The man stared at the bonfire, and there was flame burning in his eyes.

"The practitioner," he hissed, "a man with brown light all over his body, took them away, insulted them, and finally killed them in disguise as an avalanche."

The man punched the snow hard, but the snow didn't move.

Yuan Qingsu held the hilt of the sword with his hand, his heart full of anger and disbelief.
To be continued...