On the white marble staircase on the beam, Li Huowang stepped on the upper staircase with one foot and the next staircase with the other foot, looking at Bai Lingmiao in front of him with a little uneasy look.

He reached out and pulled off the ribbon from Bai Lingmiao's face, revealing a trace of pink white pupils below.

With white pupils, white skin, and white hair, Li Huowang even felt that at this moment there was a jade that could not breathe in front of him.

"I'm not bad, Brother Li, I'm fine. Don't worry, I will protect you in the future."

Bai Lingmiao said as he leaned gently in Li Huowang's arms, with a faint smile on his face.

Li Huowang reached out and pushed her away, stared at her blind eyes, and said with an extremely serious expression: "Miaomiao, tell me! When did you leave me! What happened during this period? And who are they?" Li Huowang pointed his finger at the White Lotus believer who was meditating near the rooftop not far away.

These people are men, women, old and young. The only thing that is the same is that they are all white and have white lotus painted on their foreheads.

These people sat cross-legged on the ground according to some law that outsiders could not understand.

"We are the White Lotus Sect. When we were dispersed, there was another branch, so our surname was Lian, and the Saint's surname was Bai." Lian Zhibei, who had been dealing with the evil spirits with Li Huowang, walked out.

At this moment, Lian Zhibei looked pious and could not tell that he was the middle-aged woman who had been familiar with him at the time.

"White Lotus? Saint?"

Bai Lingmiao, who was standing beside him, held Li Huowang's hand and explained softly: "Senior Lian took advantage of the illness and carried me away. Brother Li, do you still remember?"

As soon as the other party finished speaking, Li Huowang immediately remembered Yang Na, who was carried away by her father, and her face with pear blossoms.

Immediately in his mind, Yang Na's face gradually turned into Bai Lingmiao, and Yang Na's father was also replaced by Lian Zhibei.

"Remember, I remember." Li Huowang nodded slightly and said, sighing.

"What's going on with that saint?"

"They said I was chosen by Wusheng's old mother, so I was chosen to be the saint."

Speaking of this, Bai Lingmiao showed a hint of excitement on his face, "Senior Brother Li, do you know? Is there really a mother who is born? She is alive."

Then she said with longing in her voice: "The Mother Wusheng is an ancient Buddha in heaven without birth and death. She can save the world and return to her hometown of true emptiness. My parents are all the White Lotus Sect. They have been believing in the Mother Wusheng all their lives, so although their physical bodies are dead, their souls have returned to the Mother Wusheng."

Li Huowang just spoke up and stopped talking to her mouth. Bai Lingmiao finally got rid of the pain before. Do she really want to force her out?

"Senior Brother Li, do you know? Through Wusheng's mother, I talked to my parents. They really miss me and me very much."

While listening to Bai Lingmiao's words, Li Huowang, who was frowning, struggled violently in his heart. Bai Lingmiao was like himself who was not fed to the black Tai Sui at the beginning.

If I force her out now, Bai Lingmiao would become as desperate and painful as before.

"Ejiu, you don't seem to believe what the Saint said? But I tell you, this is true. With the blessing of the strange phenomena of heaven and earth, Wusheng's old mother is back. Otherwise, how do you explain that we white lotus spirit mediums have become so much more powerful than in the past? How do you explain, the martial arts that Wusheng's old mother gave to the Saint?"

"Our White Lotus Sect is no longer the ants who were the mermaid meat in the past! The White Lotus descended to the earth and all the people turned over!!"

Lian Zhibei Yue became more and more excited, and finally shouted excitedly, while the White Lotus Sects followed and shouted together.

Li Huowang looked at the stranger Lian Zhibei in front of him. Such Lian Zhibei is probably the real Lian Zhibei. I am afraid that she was pretending to be like before.

"Senior Brother Li, it's not what you think. Wusheng's mother is really back. She really just wants everything in the world to return to her vacuum hometown without any suffering or torture."

As he said that, Bai Lingmiao reached out and touched Li Huowong's eyebrows gently. In an instant, Li Huowong used Bai Lingmiao as a medium and instantly felt a dense white fairy fur floating out of thin air appearing in front of his eyes.

Although there was something as huge as a mountain there, its body was blocked by the entangled white fairy floss and was not exposed at all.

However, even so, Li Huowang could still feel the endless compassion and care in it.

That was Wusheng's old mother. Li Huowang could feel her feelings. She was in it. Because she was afraid that her true appearance would hurt her, she used these fairy catkins to block it.

Emotions that are similar but somewhat different in "compassion", "love" continue to float out of it.

This feeling seemed to make Li Huowang's heart feel a little curious. He instinctively wanted to lean over and witness the other party's honor.

With a "swish", Li Huowang, who was stunned, returned to his original place in an instant. There was still a palace in the palace around him, and there was no change. Everything that just happened seemed like a dream.

Bai Lingmiao gently supported Li Huowang back and said softly: "Senior Brother Li, do you feel it? Now I understand what I'm saying is true?"

Li Huowang, who came to his senses, looked at Bai Lingmiao in front of him and took a step back with shock. "So, is Wusheng's mother now in charge of a heavenly way of compassion?"

From the brief contact just now, Li Huowang felt the ultimate pure emotion, exactly the same as the pain coming from Ba Feng.

The mother of Wusheng exists, and she is in charge of the compassionate Siming. At least she is in charge of the compassionate Siming.

"Senior Brother Li, what are you talking about? The old mother of Wusheng is the old mother of Wusheng."

"No, nothing." Li Huowang shook his head and felt relieved.

Compared with his own Ba Wei, who is in charge of pain, Wusheng's mother, who is in charge of kindness, seems so kind-faced. If Bai Lingmiao has contact with her, it will be better than if she has contact with other Si Ming.

At least it seems that Miaomiao is not in danger for the time being. Now that the crisis of the dragon vein is imminent, it is better to solve the dice first.

As the enemy was facing, Li Huowang didn't have much time to say anything else. He told Bai Lingmiao in front of him: "If you deal with dice later, don't stand too close."

Bai Lingmiao shook his head gently. "Senior Brother Li, you don't have to worry. Wusheng's mother gave me magical powers. I can help me. You were in danger before, wasn't it just me who helped me?"

"Besides, this is also the idea of ​​the mother of Wusheng. If the dice's plan succeeds, Daliang will suffer from the disaster. We White Lotus believers must not let this happen."

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Chapter completed!