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The cold wind was biting, and snowflakes were covering the sky and falling overwhelmingly. Zhao Deyun glanced at the snowy scene outside the temple and cursed secretly. Be prepared to go back immediately and give it a good rest. Then when it was early time, he would talk to the eminent monks in the temple for a few rounds, talk about Dharma, and leisurely complete the tasks assigned to him by the Immortal Emperor of the Snow Country....