C29 Tathagata 's profound fear of dreams

In the western region, on a snowy mountain.

The cold was boundless, the abyss was tens of thousands of zhang deep.

Tathagata sat upright on the altar, gazing at the white peacock in the snow.

The person beside him was also sitting upright on the lotus seat. The clear bottle of willow trees were trembling with the wind and snow.

"Amitabha," Tathagata sighed, "why are all of you so worried