Chapter 141 Snowland
Chapter 141 Snowland
"Uh……"
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Lu Zhaozhao regained consciousness.
At first, I couldn't control my body. The first things that could move were my fingers, and I could only move them slightly with all my strength.
Then the whole arm, all the way to the neck, then down, half the body, and then the whole body.
I opened my eyes suddenly. I hadn't seen the light for so long that they were dry and painful, and everything was blurry.
It took a long time before he slowly recovered.
She sat up and observed her surroundings.
The wind was howling in the cold. The furnishings in this room were very simple, with only a bed, a table and chairs.
Outside the window, everything was white, and it seemed to be snowing. Lu Zhaozhao rubbed her eyebrows. She remembered that it was not winter before she fainted. How long had she been fainted? Also, where was this place?
Just as I was thinking about it, someone pushed the door open.
He had a bald head, was wearing a coarse linen shirt, and was holding a bowl in his hand. I don't know what was in it, but it was still steaming.
"Yo, you're awake!"
The young monk was a little surprised. He stuffed the bowl into her hands and said excitedly, "Drink it quickly. You don't have to think about how to force it in today!"
After saying that, he immediately ran out, still shouting: "Master, Master, she's awake! She's awake!"
"Hey wait!"
The sound spread farther and farther, but its penetrating power was so strong that Lu Zhaozhao could still hear it even after running far away.
Lu Zhaozhao wanted to stop him and ask about the situation, but he ran too fast and disappeared in a flash, leaving Lu Zhaozhao lying on the bed in a daze.
Not long after, the young monk came back again, this time following a monk who looked older. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were looking around.
The older monk walked to Lu Zhaozhao's bedside, clasped his hands together, bowed to her, and said, "I am Puyuan, are you feeling well?"
Lu Zhaozhao also clasped his hands together in a gesture of greeting, saying, "Thank you very much for your help, Master. I am now fine, but I have some doubts. I don't know where I am now and how I got here."
It's no wonder she was anxious. After all, she was poisoned by the Demon Lord before she lost consciousness and was in danger. When she woke up, she was in a different place. The surrounding environment and people were extremely unfamiliar. How could she not be worried?
"This is the Snow Region. The donor has been in my temple's meditation room and has been in a coma for two years."
"Two years!"
Lu Zhaozhao exclaimed. She didn't expect that she had been unconscious for so long and didn't know what the situation was outside.
"Is this the Snow Region? That's the Northern Territory, but... the Northern Territory hasn't had any diplomatic relations with China for hundreds of years. How could I have ended up here?"
Lu Zhaozhao was full of doubts, but Master Puyuan was not in a hurry and explained them to her one by one.
"My master once told me before he died that there would be a destined person in the future who would carry my Buddhist secret treasure and would be teleported to the northern border in times of crisis. I must help and lend a hand in time. Two years ago, Shi Kong and I, the first person you met, met." He patted the little monk beside him, and the little monk winked at Lu Zhaozhao mischievously.
"When Shi Kong and I were walking across the snowy plains, we suddenly saw a man lying in the snow, severely wounded, his blood staining the surrounding snow red. As we approached, we discovered he was clutching something in his hand, a secret treasure of our sect. We knew then that this was the man our master had spoken of. After we brought him back, the conditions in the snowy region were poor, and he remained unconscious for a long time, leaving me worried for a while. Fortunately, he has awakened now, fulfilling our master's wishes."
He said, breathing a sigh of relief.
Lu Zhaozhao didn't quite understand what he heard.
"Secret treasure? I never knew I had such a treasure in my hands?"
Pu Yuan took out a broken wooden hairpin from his sleeve, handed it to Lu Zhaozhao, and said, "This is it."
Lu Zhaozhao took it.
The crack was uneven, and the wooden hairpin was carved with lifelike Lycoris radiata. It was the hairpin that Master Jingwen gave her.
She suddenly thought of the light that came out when the hairpin was knocked down that day. Could it be that this hairpin was not an ordinary hairpin? Could it be that this was a backup plan that the nun had left for me?
Lu Zhaozhao fell into deep thought. Pu Yuan continued, "When we rescued the donor, his veins were all severed and he was poisoned. Normally, he would have been beyond help, but he had taken something that forcibly preserved his heart meridians and protected his dantian, giving him a glimmer of hope."
What to take? Lu Zhaozhao immediately thought of the Soul-Restoring Pill.
I didn't expect this thing to be so useful. It can be said that my life was saved by it.
However, if she was seriously injured, her tendons and veins were damaged, then her cultivation...
Lu Zhaozhao hurriedly activated her true energy, wanting to check her cultivation level, but she didn't expect that there was not a trace of true energy in her body, which made her panic.
Pu Yuan saw her thoughts and comforted her: "Don't worry, benefactor. Misfortunes often bring blessings. Perhaps your opportunity is still to come."
"Master, what advice do you have?"
Lu Zhaozhao asked hurriedly.
Pu Yuan shook his head and said, "I don't deserve your guidance, but there is a forbidden area in the Snow Region. I heard that only those with a predestined relationship can enter. I think the donor is this person."
Lu Zhaozhao paused for a moment and asked, "Where is this forbidden area?"
"It's right in the heart of the Snow Region."
Lu Zhaozhao got out of bed and solemnly thanked Master Puyuan. Puyuan quickly moved away, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."
After expressing his gratitude, Lu Zhaozhao hurried on his way.
Shi Kong grabbed Pu Yuan's broad sleeve, feeling somewhat lost, and asked, "Master, Master, she just left like that?"
Pu Yuan touched his head.
There were few people in the Snow Region, and even fewer children. Zen Buddhism believed in reincarnation, so the disciples born there were all gifted by heaven. He understood Shikong's feelings very well, because when he was Shikong's age, he also wanted to have some other people to communicate with. Unfortunately, this was a luxury in the Snow Region.
Therefore, Pu Yuan could only comfort him: "Some people are destined to travel far away."
"What about us?" asked Shi Kong.
"I will always guard the Snowland, but Buddha said that you will leave here."
"Really?" Shi Kong was very surprised, and Pu Yuan nodded. This was what his master told him.
Endless white, covered in silver and pure white snow.
Lu Zhaozhao walked in the snow, leaving behind footprints, some deep and some shallow.
There was no direction in the snow, and she couldn't tell the direction, so she could only move in one direction based on the position of the sun.
Without her cultivation, she only had a little more physical fitness than an ordinary person. After walking for a day and a night, a lake appeared in front of her.
The lake in the snowy area is calm and mysterious.
She walked closer and saw her reflection in the lake.
The two years of coma made her look haggard, but she also grew up.
The facial contours became clearer and there was a bit more determination in the eyes.
Lu Zhaozhao opened her palm. She had been holding the hairpin tightly all the way.
A thousand years ago, Zen Buddhism was at its peak. She had seen that scene in a vision, and her master, Master Jingwen, gave her this hairpin. What did she want to tell her?
Lu Zhaozhao sat by the lake, hugged her knees, and looked at the broken hairpin over and over again.
Another night fell, and the moonlight sprinkled on the lake, making the calm lake surface look more like a mirror.
Suddenly, ripples appeared on the surface of the lake.
"Tick tock."
The clear and pleasant voice attracted Lu Zhaozhao.
She looked at the bottom of the lake. At this moment, the bottom of the lake was no longer clear, but presented a strange scene.
The scene changed and a small house appeared by the lake.
There was a lantern hanging in front of the cottage, and the orange candlelight made this snowy night warm. There was also light inside the house.
A figure was reflected on the window screen.
Lu Zhaozhao approached cautiously, hesitated outside the door for a long time, and finally decided to knock on the door.
"Knock down."
There were three knocks on the door, and after a while, a voice came from inside the house.
"Please come in."
It was a very gentle voice, like a spring breeze blowing and melting ice and snow.
Lu Zhaozhao pushed the door open and walked in.
The interior decoration of the house is very simple, with a Buddhist altar, a cushion, and a small bed next to it. That's all.
At this time, a woman was kneeling on a cushion, holding a scripture in one hand and a rosary in the other, chanting softly to the Buddha statue.
Lu Zhaozhao stood at the door, waiting for her to finish reciting this passage of the sutra, and then she closed the door quietly.
The woman closed the book, stood up and bowed to the Buddha statue, then picked up the incense beside her, lit it, bowed three times devoutly, and placed it in the copper incense burner in front of the Buddha statue.
Her movements were smooth and flowing, and it was obvious that she had done them many times and had become very proficient at them.
Lu Zhaozhao looked at her with interest, unable to see her true face, but just this action calmed her mood, as if there was an invisible energy that temporarily kept her away from anxiety.
For a moment, she was very curious about this person.
The woman finished her hand movements and slowly turned around.
Lu Zhaozhao stood there in a daze.
After a long time, he choked up while looking at the other person's smiling eyes.
"Master Tai..."
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