The monk who is going to cross me is bent

Chi Wang turned over and changed from curling up sideways to lying flat, and he gently put his hands on his side.

His fingers moved slightly, feeling the coolness of the ground.When I grabbed it hard, I caught something soft in my hand.

Chi Wang felt something was wrong, and suddenly opened his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, it is a piece of crystal clear white.He raised the thing in his hand to see that it was a mass of loose white snow, which had been grasped by him at this moment into a white snow block with fingerprints on it.

……Snow?

Chi Wan immediately got up from the ground.

The last scene in his memory was still standing on the top of Panshan Mountain at midnight, witnessing a thunderbolt falling from the sky and hitting his body.

It is clearly the Panshan Mountain which has already entered spring, when he opened his eyes again, how could the surroundings turn into white snow?

This is not Panshan, but a plain, or more precisely, a snowfield without any ups and downs.

This piece of white snow is translucent and shimmering, not stained with a trace of dust, there is only snow in sight, and the snow has no end, as if there is nothing else in this world.

Chi Wang looked far away, and there was no sun in the sky.

The sky is shining white, and when you look at the end of the horizon, you can hardly see the dividing line between the sky and the earth, it is all a hazy white.

Where is this place?

Chi Wang walked in the snow, leaving his footprints on the beautiful snow.

But the snow in all directions with him at the center was still intact, without any traces of anyone else appearing before he woke up.

Only him here.

Chi Wan thought quickly, how long has he been unconscious?

Where is he now?

The white snow was endless, without even a landmark, and Chi Wang couldn't even judge the north, south, east, west, so he had to choose a direction at random and walked down.

In this snow-white land, there is no sound. Except for the snow, Chi Wan couldn't see any houses, hills, pedestrians, or even any birds or animals.

How could there be such a place in the world?

In the past 700 years, Chi Wang has basically traveled the entire land on both sides of the river, but he has never been to any snowfield like this.

He walked for a long, long time, according to Chi Wang's silent calculation in his heart, he had been gone for at least three hours.

And this piece of sky without the sun is still so bright, without any change.

In this snow field, not only is there no sound, no direction, and no trace of life, it seems that even the concept of time has quietly disappeared.

Where the hell is he?

There seems to be no end to this road, Chi Wang turned to look at the footprints behind him, and made sure again that he did not circle around in the same place.

Chi Wang exhaled, watching his breath, it froze into a cloud of white water mist in the air, and slowly dissipated in the air.

He asked, "System, are you there?"

After a long wait, the female voice without any ups and downs did not appear.

Chi Wang sat down to rest for a while, with his legs crossed, his back straight, and his palms up on his knees.

This is a strange place. Chi Wang doesn't have any internal strength, he seems to be the most ordinary person, and can only walk in the most primitive way in the snow.

Chi Wang suspects that he is dreaming, this place is destined to be irrational everywhere.

Chi Wang's mentality was very stable when he was meditating. Even in such a strange place, he was still not in a hurry, and soon entered the state of selflessness and emptiness.

He didn't think about anything, his whole body was in a state of extreme calm, but at this moment, he felt his leg being lightly touched by something.

When Chi Wang opened his eyes again, he saw a tentative... vine on the ground?

The vine was covered in ice white, and it tapped Chi Wan's feet lightly. When he saw that he opened his eyes, he immediately shrank back.

Chi Wan didn't move.

Bingman came back carefully, shook the tip of the vine lightly, tilted his head, as if looking at him puzzled.

Chi Wang suddenly reached out to grab it.

Bingman was startled, and quickly hid back.

I don't know how long this ice tendril is, and it keeps moving backwards, and it is still exerting force.

Chi Wang chased after him closely, and the ice tendril was even more frightened by him and ran away.

I don't know where the root of the ice tendril grew. This ice tendril, which is the same color as the ice and snow, is hidden on the pure white snow field. If it wasn't for Chi Wan's extraordinary eyesight, he might have lost its trace in the white snow.

Chi Wang stared at it with good eyes until the ice tendril disappeared abruptly.

He originally wanted to follow the vine to find its root, but he didn't expect that after chasing it, the vine's body seemed to be broken out of thin air in the snow, and it just disappeared.

Out of thin air... cut off?

Chi Wang stood on the spot and thought for a moment, then took a few steps towards the direction where the ice tendril disappeared in his memory, and tentatively stretched out his hand.

His hand disappeared before his eyes.

Chi Wang retracted his hand in surprise, and found that his hand had become a phantom in front of his eyes, but he retracted it and shook it a few times, and saw that his hand was still the same.

He moved his fingers and contracted freely, as if nothing unusual had happened.

Facing the same and familiar white snow in front of him, Chi Wang still couldn't see any clues. He frowned, made a sense of adventure, and took a big step forward.

He vaguely felt that he broke through something at that moment.

The scene in front of me is not what it was just now. Baixue finally has lines and outlines, and the ground has undulations.

What is in front of me is more like the human world covered by heavy snow. The things covered by the snow can be distinguished as trees, flowers and plants.

As soon as the ice tendril breathed a sigh of relief, it saw the bad guy chasing after it, and continued to flee in a panic. When Chi Wan saw it, he immediately chased after it.

You chased me for a while, Chi Wang stopped.

It was the only flower blooming among the snow-covered plants.

This is also the first lively thing that Chi Wang has seen since he has been in this weird place for so long.

The flower is petite, and the petals seem to be carefully carved out of ice by the best craftsman. Its layers of ice petals sway gently without wind.

When Bingman saw the flower, she rushed over as if seeing a relative, and wrapped it around the stem of the flower, like a scarf.

Abnormality must be a demon, Chi Wan took a step back, and became vigilant in his heart.

The ice flower didn't move at all. Chi Wan looked around, and in the direction the flower was facing, he saw something frozen in the snow... I don't know if it was a snow sculpture or a human.

The snow sculpture is as tall as a person, and its proportions are very similar to a living human being. However, the facial features on the snow are not too obvious, and it is impossible to tell what it looks like.

Chi Wang walked over gently and watched for a long time, unable to tell whether it was a statue or a person covered and submerged by heavy snow.

He looked at the statue for a moment, then gently stretched out his hand.

The closer the fingertips get, the cooler the temperature becomes.

The moment Chi Wan touched it...the eyes suddenly fell into darkness.

After a while, Chi Wang rolled over and jumped up from the ground.

The sun poured down, and the sun hung high in the sky, bringing warmth to the earth.

Right in front of me is the back mountain of the Buddhist temple on the top of Panshan Mountain. There are two rows of grave mounds on the ground that have been in disrepair for a long time.

He passed out in front of Zhuang Yan's inscribed stele, and he lay on the ground for an unknown amount of time. When he got up, his whole body was sore and painful, and his hands and feet were cold and numb without blood.

Chi Wan slowly moved his stiff hands and feet, looking around suspiciously.

He remembered that he was struck by a bolt of lightning on Pan Mountain earlier. Looking at the current time, he probably lost consciousness for a while.

Chi Wang always knew that he couldn't die, but he couldn't even be struck by lightning. The tenacious vitality of just getting up after sleeping for a while and continuing to jump is not something everyone can have.

The ground is very cold, Chi Wang, who is not afraid of the cold, feels very uncomfortable.

Now that he woke up in the cemetery, the heavy snow he saw just now was probably just an absurd dream he had while lying on the ground uncomfortable, right?

Chi Wan patted the mud on his body, wondering if he should breathe a sigh of relief, but found that his clothes were black and scorched by lightning.

But it's not the scariest.

The most frightening thing was that he found that his long straight hair had turned into a very stylish wave.

In Chi Wang's lifetime memory, he has only seen this kind of curly hair on the head of a folk juggler who failed to breathe fire.

Chi Wan straightened the curls on his hair, but unfortunately, after a while, the curls flicked back stubbornly.

Chi Wang: "..."

He looked at Zhuang Yan's wordless stele, and suddenly his heart burst into anger.

"Zhuang Yan, what do you mean?"

"Anyway, an old friend, even a one-night couple has a hundred days of grace, so you can't be generous? As for striking me with lightning in front of your grave?"

After saying this, he ravaged a handful of hair again, and as expected, he watched the curly hair straighten for a moment, and tremblingly rolled it back by himself.

Chi Wang didn't want to stay any longer, and ran down the mountain angrily.

The author has something to say: Since some readers have asked, I will answer it.

In fact, this is a story about the two protagonists who were not able to be together 700 years ago. After 700 years, they reconnected with each other.

Seeing this, readers who have followed from the previous article have probably discovered that the style of this article is still very different from my last article.

The previous article was pure, silly, and sweet, but this one is a brainstorming drama with dog blood, sour, evil and impure.If you don’t like it, let’s get together and leave. If you happen to like this taste and are willing to go on with me, this is our fate.

For me, the process of creating this book is a practice. I may have to walk in the cold winter, but I still have to remain devout.

Thanks for having you on this journey, bow.

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The setting of Snowy Garden was inspired by the scene where Connor and Amanda played against each other in "Detroit - Become Human".