Yang Zimei reached out to touch its furry head and said sadly, "I wonder if anyone will protect Snow Lake when it suffers a natural disaster."
Just now, she was so desperate that she was not afraid of being struck by lightning or the roof beams being smashed. She was clinging to the Mud Bodhisattva, thinking that the fox was Snow Lake, and wanted to protect it from this catastrophe.
Who knows, it will be another fox, and it will inevitably be sad.
The white fox stretched out its furry paws like Xue Hu's and touched her wrist, its little eyes filled with gratitude.
"May I have your name?"
Although it is not Snow Lake, after all, it is the same kind as Snow Lake. Looking at it can ease her longing for Snow Lake a little.
The white fox blinked, looked at her, and wrote two words on the ground with his paw: ripples.
These two characters were written in small seal script and were written very beautifully. Yang Zimei was very surprised because he didn't expect that foxes could also write.
"Your name is Ripple?"
The white fox nodded.
"Can you talk?"
The white fox shook his head and wrote four words again on the ground with his paw: I can write.
"Did you suffer a natural disaster just now?" Yang Zimei asked with lingering fear, thinking of the three frightening thunderbolts just now.
The white fox nodded and continued to write on the ground: Thank you for saving me.
"You're welcome. I just thought you were another fox, so I risked my life to save you like this."
Yang Zimei said helplessly. He reached out and touched the area on his head that was broken by the tiles. The blood stopped flowing, but his hair was stained with the smell of blood and he felt very uncomfortable.
The area on my calf where the beam hit me was still painful, so I stretched out my hand to rub it.
The white fox continued to write on the ground: Thank you anyway. Without you, I would not have been able to escape this disaster.
Yang Zimei then thought about Snow Lake saying that it would face the third heavenly tribulation, and continued to ask: "Are you all going to suffer three heavenly tribulations? How many times have you encountered it now?"
"First time." White Fox wrote on the ground.
"Would the third catastrophe be terrible?" Yang Zimei asked nervously.
A look of extreme horror appeared on the white fox's little face, and it was written on the ground: It's terrible, I hope I won't meet it.
very scary?
Yang Zimei's heart sank again.
What should we do about Snow Lake?
Can it survive it?
Yang Zimei stood up, looked around blankly, and murmured: "Death Snow Lake, why are you so stupid? No matter how scary it is, I can face it with you. Maybe, I can protect you!"
The white fox named Lianyi suddenly jumped into her arms.
Yang Zimei hugged it unconsciously and then put it down.
The Taoist temple was struck like this by lightning. She had to find someone to clean it up and repair it quickly.
What if Master comes back and sees such a pile of ruins, how heartbreaking it will be?
"Lianyi, I'm going down the mountain to find someone to repair the Taoist temple. Where are you going?" Yang Zimei asked Bai Hu.
"Can I be with you?" Bai Hu wrote on the ground, looking at her with a pair of dark eyes, making people unable to refuse.
Yang Zimei was even more unable to refuse.
She bent down and picked it up, went down the mountain, found a carpenter and cement builder in the village, and paid them a lot of money to renovate the Taoist temple.
Money can make the world go round, not to mention that cultivating a Taoist temple is a matter of immeasurable merit. Naturally, those craftsmen readily agreed and promised to repair the Taoist temple within a month, and to mold all the clay sculptures in the Taoist temple into gold bodies.