Chapter 896 Two Hundred Chapters: Beauty in Cruelty

Now that he has arrived at Vimojtahara, Tang Luo is not in a hurry, and plans to observe the group of people who are walking in the wilderness while kowtow.

Except for a limited number of practitioners who look like monks, most of these people are in groups, including men and women, adults and children, and they look like a family.

The leader is often the oldest of the few, and most of the children sit on the cart pulled by the pack animal.

At this time, the snow in the sky has been under a few days, and the snow on Vimalakirti has not melted, making it extremely difficult for these people to walk.

Except for a limited number of cultivators, Tang Luo found that most of them were ordinary people in ragged clothes. They were unkempt, long-term unmaintained hair formed in a ball, and they were wearing protective gear like copper plates on their hands, and they were covered with unknowns. Some animal leather, thick protective gear wrapped around his knees.

These people are chanting words, put your hands together and put your hands together, hold your head high, and then take one step; keep your hands together, move to the front, and take another step; move your hands together to your chest, and when you take the third step, move your hands away from your chest, and The ground is parallel to the front body, palms face down, knees on the ground first, then the whole body bends down, the forehead taps the ground and then stands up.

Repeatedly, as if tireless, painless, and no special joy, only peace, endless peace, this terrible weather and temperature, and this arduous trek did not seem to have any effect on them.

But ordinary people are too small in front of Tianwei, and their mental power cannot help them overcome everything after all.

Tang Luo raised his head and glanced at the snow clouds in the sky. Even if he hadn't learned anything about astronomical phenomena, he could see that such a thick snow cloud that stretched for thousands of miles meant heavy snow that lasted for several days or even tens of days.

And in this unshielded wasteland, as the snow accumulates higher and higher, those ordinary people and pack beasts who have no cultivation base will die first.

Just like the few people in the north, it may be because the cargo is too heavy, or it may be because the animal’s power is small. The cart carrying all the living things of the family has been deep in the snow. No matter how hard the family members, the cart and the pack The beast was immobile like it was embedded in a slate.

Sadly, this family is all ordinary people, even the one headed by them is not at the peak of the Mortal Realm. Therefore, they can do nothing about the snow-drifting truck.

No matter how hard his veins were soaring, the beast car in the snow didn't mean to move. Finally, the panic beast in the snow finally exhausted its energy due to the crazy struggle, and fell heavily with a whine.

The house leaks in the night rain, and the boat meets the head wind. The unlucky thing never knows what it means to be enough. The pack animal can't stand up, which means that there is no labor to share the burden of materials. The only one waiting for this family may be to leave the pack behind. The beasts left with their packs on their backs, and on this unshielded grassland, what awaited them was probably death.

Xu Ye felt the atmosphere of death, and the calmness on the family’s face turned into depression. The girl knelt beside the pack beast, stroking its face, whispering something, apologetic and reluctance, more The one is sad.

And in the days when the sky was covered by heavy snow, the visibility was no more than ten meters. Who could see their encounters and despair?

Even if you can see it, who can help? The most desperate in the world is never to be an enemy of everyone in an indifferent environment, but even if he wants to help you, he is powerless. Under such natural disasters, Xiefan is just a stronger refugee, and the flat boat in the waves cannot protect itself.

The family is undoubtedly in a desperate situation, unless there can be any miracle, otherwise Vimadawara is their burial place.

But sometimes, faith is really unreasonable. Just when Tang Luo wanted to pull the family’s cart out of the snow, he found that several ascetic monks not far from them actually gave up their dedicated pilgrimage. , Stood up and rushed to the family.

The monks were barefoot, wrapped in cool robes, and all kinds of Buddhist beads hung around their hands and necks. They looked like ordinary ascetic monks.

Tang Luo didn't know how these monks heard the family's cry for help from the howling wind and snow, only saw a few monks quickly approaching the sunken cart around, and the combined force of their arms gave birth to a tens of thousands of pounds The car and the pack beast were pulled up from the snow, and the monks who had done it all consumed most of their spiritual power. After saluting the family who had escaped the trouble, they continued to kneel and bow their heads three times in the original direction, and in a while Disappeared in the wind and snow.

If it were a story, this would have been a perfect ending. The dead family was rescued by a few ascetic monks, and the family walked towards the holy place in their hearts with more devout beliefs.

But reality is not a story after all. It will not change its cruel nature because of a wonderful story. The monks have done well enough, but they can only do so much. The snow is still raging and the road ahead is still vast. .

Walking in this kind of snow, the physical exertion should be ten times as huge as usual. Snow is like a master of Jiu-Jitsu, constantly consuming one's energy.

The family will be buried in the wind and snow, sooner or later.

And those monks who extended a helping hand are not much better, because they rely solely on spiritual power to resist the cold in such a harsh environment. The just consumption has consumed most of their already insufficient spiritual power. One way of saying is that if they give up the long head of three knees and nine bows and stand up and run wildly, they may have a chance to escape this snowy field, but if they continue, the end will not be any better than this family.

This bad weather, for these believers, is already at the level of God’s punishment. It is like God’s intention to prevent this group of believers from reaching the design laid out. This heavy snow for thousands of miles will bring this snowy field. All hope in life is cut off unless they give up worship and run for their lives.

Even for some people, it is too late to escape. They have gone too deep into this snowy field and have become desperate.

But the reason why the warrior supports Yiheng's cultivation day and night is that he can dominate the world one day.

If this Blizzard is a prank by God against this group of believers, Tang Luo, standing above the clouds, would have the confidence to say to God, no!

Above the sky, next to the star-robed man wearing a gouchen mask, thirty-six falling primordial magnet beads are spinning along a certain mysterious path. The **** beads turn faster and faster, and the primordial magnet remains in the orbit. The arc appeared around Tang Luo, and it became brighter and brighter.

(End of this chapter)