A snowstorm descended upon Xuanbei Pass.
In the courtyard where Mi Yun resided, a faint smoke rose. The banyan tree was covered in snow, its branches and leaves swayed, scattering clouds of silver-white snowflakes. Under the banyan tree, a brazier was set up, and Mi Yun squatted before it, gazing mournfully at the flickering flames in the brazier... Chang Mei Arhat stood with his hands in his sleeves, a solemn expression on his face.
In the brazier, paper money and silk were burning.
Burning of sacrificial offerings.
This was a ritual set up only for honoring significant deceased persons.
Mi Yun was lost in thought, and only when the brazier went out, and the silk and paper money were all burned to ashes, did he slightly come back to himself.
"Lord Buddha Son, you haven't rested the entire night..."
