The mountains were blocked by heavy snow and fighting continued, so he stumbled and hid in the temple. The snow fell very quietly, and he couldn't move without moving. The blood on his right arm, which was stabbed by an arrow, was flowing freely, and it was clearly visible in the white snow.
He broke off the arrow and tore open the clothes with his mouth, then quickly wrapped them in several circles. It hurt like hell, but it was just a groan. Cold sweat flowed from his forehead to the tip of his nose, with fine droplets of water oozing out.
The snow was still falling quietly, and he was in a trance. Blood oozed from the wrapped wound, slowly seeping out.
Dark green peaks stand in the distance, snowflakes hang on the pine branches, birds fly over, and the sand falls. He closed his eyes, and the moonlight shone quietly around him. In the haze, he saw a small white fox slowly walking towards him.
Gently, with only the faint sound of rustling snow, the white fox approached and gently licked his wounds.
He closed his eyes. Forget it, just die.
The sky turned white and shimmered, and miraculously he found that the wound had healed. The snow continued to fall outside the temple, and he stood up with difficulty. There are only small paw prints of different shades around, extending deep into the vast snow forest.
He looked at the Buddha statue. The Buddha's eyes are slightly closed and his face is smiling. He knelt on the ground and clasped his hands. He murmured in his mouth without knowing the words.
The snow stopped and the sky cleared. The light scattered in the forest turned into gold and jade on the ground. The young man stood up, put his sword into its sheath, and stepped out of the temple.
The sky was sunny and the wind was slightly cool, but only that snow-white figure was imprinted deep in my memory.
Intention: I really don't know what to write about my intention