At first, Li Bu only knew that he was in the south and wanted to travel north to reach his final destination of Yan Chang'an.

But at this moment, Li Bu finally knew that the south he had always called was actually to the east of the plateau.

After being in a coma for a day and a night, Li Bu was taken to a colder area by the men in black, which was the high mountain snowfield.

At this time, Li Bu was tied up tightly and thrown under a dead tree.

The earth is cold, the mountain wind is biting, and the morning sun cannot have any warming effect, as if it was born for light and warmth is not its responsibility.

"Ahem...ahem!"

The cold wind woke up Li Bu. Lei Nao looked back and realized that Li Bu finally knew that he had drank the sweat medicine after being knocked unconscious. No wonder he was still weak until now.

The alpine snowfield is just northwest of Shancun. It can be reached by horse-drawn carriage in one day and one night. It can be said to be the highest place in the entire region.

The sky was as blue as the sea, the air was fresh and clean, and one or two small animals passed by from time to time. Li Bu even saw a deer.

All of this is like heaven, with almost no shortcomings except the cold.

Looking at the blue sea and sky within reach, as well as the white clouds that resemble sheep's down, Li Bu was almost intoxicated.

"etc……"

Just when Li Bu was about to reach out and feel it, he found that he seemed to be tied up, and it was very tight, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

After discovering this scene, Li Bu came out of his intoxication. He thought of everything that had happened before, and Han Qing, who was about to meet up with Lin Shishan and run away.

So at this time, he was in such a far place, still tied up, and had no horses to travel. How should he go back?

"If that doesn't work, look for any small towns or villages here. Buy a horse? Or rent a carriage temporarily and come back later?"

Li Bu said to himself, although this is a plateau area, it is not the highest place, but it is indeed a bit higher compared to the altitude away from the city.

Although it was cold, Li Bu thought it was still possible for people to live here. It was cold just because Li Bu didn't wear enough clothes.

In this season, no matter how cold it is, can it be colder than winter? You are kidding!

Finding a sharper place, Li Bu tried hard for a long time and finally broke the rope that bound him.

He stood up, touched his wrist, and stretched a lot. Li Bu immediately shivered because it was too cold.

Walking in a certain direction, it turned out that there was indeed a village, but looking at the village in the distance, it seemed that it was different from what Li Bu understood.

At the same time, Li Bu's brain felt a slight pain, and then the memory of Emperor Liu Xia appeared.

Nowadays, under the high mountains and snowfields is where Buddhist disciples live. The villagers here all believe in Buddha.

Therefore, they have a life that belongs to them. In addition to various chanting and worshiping every day, they sit in groups and listen to the Dharma. They are very quiet and peaceful, and are not disturbed by the outside world.

The above is the memory of Emperor Liu Xia. It seems that Emperor Liu Xia has been here before, so a problem arises.

"Do they know me?" Li Bu whispered to himself.

There is no comparison between Buddhist disciples and ordinary people. Ordinary people will forget Emperor Liu Xia because of some so-called curse, but people who follow Buddhism may not do this because of their sacredness.

Thinking of this, Li Bu still walked into the village. The biting cold mountain wind still made Li Bu shiver all over. The cold wind went straight through his neck and reached his stomach, making him very uncomfortable.

"It is indeed an alpine snowfield. The word "snow" is enough to prove how cold it is here." Li Bu curled up his upper body, bent his legs, shivering, and said to himself.

Taking back his original words, Li Bu never thought it would be colder than winter here, but after walking for a long time, he found that every breath he took was bitingly cold.

At this time, Li Bu thought to himself how much he wished he could go back to a warm home to stay for a while, and even missed the hot noon before.

"Hot spots are better than cold spots!" Li Bu said at this time.

Little did they know that Li Bu had said something similar before, that is: "You can endure the cold, but it's naturally better than the hot. It's really uncomfortable when it's hot."

As the saying goes, each environment is the same. This is Li Bu's character and thoughts today. Or maybe he said this sentence as a comfort, or maybe he simply thinks that it is still a hot spot at this time.

"Namo Amitabha, this donor, please relax your mind, otherwise you will not be able to withstand the severe cold that will follow."

When Li Bu walked into the village, a well-behaved little girl appeared in front of him and spoke very cutely.

Li Bu was a little confused when she heard this, so she knelt down and said softly: "Then how can I relax my mind?"

The little girl explained: "As long as you don't think about the cold, just think about other things, such as reciting Amitabha silently."

Li Bu nodded: "I see, does it really work?"

The little girl replied very patiently: "If the donor has no distracting thoughts and his heart is as sincere as clear lake water, then it can be done."

Li Bu did as he was told, but unfortunately it was still cold: "Hiss...huh...no! It's still cold."

The little girl stood in front of Li Bu. Li Bu looked at the seven or eight-year-old child in front of him and didn't know what she was going to do.

At this time, the little girl spoke: "Amitabha, donor, if you don't have a Buddha in your heart, you will naturally be afraid of the cold."

Hearing this, Li Bu looked at the little girl and found that the thin gray robe she was wearing seemed to be really not cold.

Li Bu asked curiously: "Are you really not cold?"

Having said this, Li Bu reached out and grabbed the little girl's little hand and felt it. It was indeed warm.

The little girl replied at this time: "Actually, no, it's also cold, but I'm used to living here often. Where do you come from, donor? You look familiar."

Li Bu thought for a while and replied: "I was framed, so I came here."

Looking at the innocent little girl in front of him, Li Bu didn't want to lie anymore. This is what the so-called environment can change a person.

"Amitabha, that's it!" The little girl blinked her eyes.

Li Bu nodded and continued to ask: "Little girl, do you sell horses here? I want to go back."

As soon as Li Bu said these words, a man wrapped up his energy and attacked.

Li Bu frowned and protected the little girl behind him. At the same time, he opened his thunder head and dodged the man's palm.

The man stopped and listened to him say: "Amitabha, please take back the donor! We don't sell anything because all living beings are equal, and you must be responsible for what you said."

Li Bu was confused.

The man looked at the girl behind Li Bu and suddenly shouted: "Junior Sister Jie, come here quickly."

The little girl ran over obediently, and then explained to the man: "Brother, I think this person is not bad."

The senior brother said: "People who come here usually say that they are not bad, but what is the result?"

The little girl lowered her head: "Oh!"

Li Bu sighed and said, "But little brother, I also want to go back, but it's a long way without tools."

The senior brother then said: "Amitabha, please don't blame us, the donor. We have already committed many sins because of our good intentions. I'm sorry that I can't help you. Please find a way on your own!"
Chapter completed!