The arrival of the Empress Huizhu monk did not seem to bring luck and blessings to Tudeng Ranch. The weather forecast in the evening was more consistent with what Zhou Yi had heard before, and a blizzard was coming.

The herders are not afraid of snow, but are afraid of blizzards. If they encounter snow disasters that have not happened in decades, cattle and sheep will be frozen to death. Tudeng ranch is so far from Xizhu, and it is difficult to pass on the road. When the government rescues it, it will be too late.

So since midnight, many people have not slept and are silently praying to the heaven and Buddha; Huizhu knelt at the front of the team, her knees were trapped in the snow, and her head and body were covered with snow, but he did not move, muttering in his mouth about Sanskrit that even Bazeng and others could not understand.

The young monk who skipped class and escaped from the mountain looked solemn at the moment, and no one supervised him. He forced him to do anything, but he was spontaneous and voluntary without regrets, as if he was shouldering the most sacred mission and was doing a major event that concerns the safety of all mankind.

"The reincarnated monk is probably not just a myth... Huizhu is indeed different from ordinary children?"

Zhou Yi almost doesn't sleep now. After coaxing Willow Cats to fall asleep, he also walked out of the camp to watch the snow. The snowy night in the pasture is spectacular, and the dark sky seems to devour all the demons. Only the bonfires lit by the herdsmen and the lit lights can barely mark a few marks in the boundless darkness. You can see countless white snowflakes falling along the light marks. In the distance reflected by the residual light, the snow is dark, and it is in a daze, and it will take a long time to fall. It is like countless soldiers led by the demon king, who are about to enter the world and devour all life.

The surroundings were very quiet, with only the sound of falling snow and the sound of Huizhu leading the herdsmen to pray. Zhou Yi suddenly understood why the Western Regions had always been an area where the divine power surpassed the imperial power, because this was the closest place to heaven, and the natural environment was the most harsh, and the people living here were seriously lacking in security. The safety that the herdsmen wanted was not something that the imperial power could provide.

Fifteen-year-old Huizhu has done well enough, and at this moment he is like a hero saving the earth.

I don’t know if God heard the prayers of the herdsmen or if the monks would really bring good luck, the weather forecast said that it would take at least three days and three nights, but the heavy snow that blocked Nianqing Tanggula Mountain began to become smaller. By two o’clock in the morning, the snow had completely stopped, and the herdsmen returned to their tents happily. Huizhu looked at Zhou Yi and dragged her tired body into the tent.

No snow all night.

Zhou Yi listened to the latest weather forecast in the morning. The blizzard in the Tanggula Mountain area of ​​Nianqing miraculously disappeared... This result made him feel a little sad. Is the weather forecast not accurate, or is Huizhu's prayer really effective? It should be that the former is more likely. But despite this, Huizhu is no longer the poor child who ate the Husse yesterday and skipped class to go down the mountain, and she brought some mysterious smell.

The morning sun shone down, and the sweet singing of girls floated on the grassland. The herdsmen were all praising the heaven of immortality and the monks of Huizhu in the next life; the women in each tent got up early today, and set up a large pot outside the tent, and a pot of snow water was boiled. The crystal clear hidden buns rolled up and down in the water, emitting a burst of fragrant noodles.

This is a day when Xin likes to celebrate and sing and dance.

"Zhou Guangwang, should you know you? You are the four synonymous brothers you want to worship; there is also one named Maimati Toutihan. He is also my acquaintance friend. Cangbacuo may have told you that she is your future four synonymous sister... It's really good. You servants have done your best and prepared for you and have considered it thoroughly. Ordinary fifteen-year-old children cannot enjoy such care."

After praying to remove the snow disaster last night, Huizhu's reputation among herders reached a new peak. No herder was qualified to sit opposite him for breakfast, only Zhou Yi and Liu Xu accompanied him. Liu Xu stuttered in a small stutter and heard that this big boy knelt in the snow for more than an hour last night, and felt even more pity. He had long been maternal and full of love.

Zhou Yi went straight to the point. No matter how you look at the matter between the fourth brother and He Meigui, it was not like this fifteen-year-old child. It is probably because of the idea of ​​Cangbacuo and others. It is rare for the American biochemical gene virus to infect Chang Tingting. I have never heard of it as well as Huizhu, who has not left the Western Regions since she was born, and the fourth brother who went into business shortly after graduation. If there is anything tricky about it, he is not going to give up easily.

The child can tell the truth from his mouth. Missed it last night, Huizhu was actually a big child, and Zhou Yi just asked clearly.

"What four synonymous brothers, sisters, I haven't heard of them?"

After the disaster, Huizhu turned back to the greedy big child, swallowed seven or eight hidden buns, and blinked and said, "Are you talking about the Han Chinese man Zhou Guangwang? He was brought by Cangbacuo and can be talked to me very much. It is said that Master Huo Dan spent a lot of effort to cure him, and he also said that he and me are destined to be my brother sooner or later. Are these four synonymous brothers?" According to Western Buddhism, the reincarnation of monks will go through a long magical disaster and a growth period. Before the magic power of previous lives is recovered, there will be teachers from secular and Buddhist teachings to preach and solve their doubts. A monk with strong mental power like Cangbacuo is his attendant guard, and this Fire Dan should be his teacher.

"Oh, so Lao Si really had a strange disease, and Cangbacuo didn't deceive me. By the way, Huizhu, are you sick too? Let me see..."

He was entangled by Huizhu early in the morning and got his lungs irrigated. Zhou Yi was not so good to his wife, so although he had not known each other for a long time, the two had already become familiar with each other. He was not from the Western Regions. The mysterious halo of the monks in the next life would not make him tie his hands and feet, so he grabbed Huizhu's pulse without any scruples.

Zhou Yi is still cautious about the magical existence of the monks in the next life. Besides, no one can guarantee whether a strong dragon suddenly jumped out of a corner in this mysterious place in the Western Regions. Therefore, he did not rashly use his mental power to scan the Huizhu, but used his ninth-level Qi and meridian hands to check his condition in his body.

"You have practiced internal Qigong, well... it is so pure, and it is more in line with your own mental power. It is easier to practice this Qigong to break through the Lingwu Pass and achieve Gangqi? It's not simple, it's not simple. This should be Buddhist Qigong, right?"

Zhou Yi's internal energy just entered Huizhu's body and encountered a rebound of internal energy. This fifteen-year-old boy had such profound cultivation, which was no less than the master of dark energy, which surprised Zhou Yi. No wonder he knelt in the snow for more than an hour last night, and he was still able to lively in the morning.

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Huizhu turned around and ran towards the mountain, sprinkling laughter all the way.

"This poor child." Looking at his back, a thought flashed in Zhou Yi's mind.
Chapter completed!