On the white marble steps of Daliang, Li Huowang stood with one foot on the upper step and one foot on the next step. He looked at Bai Lingmiao in front of him with a bit of uneasiness in his eyes.
He stretched out his hand and pulled off the ribbon on Bai Lingmiao's face, revealing white pupils without a trace of pink underneath.
With white pupils, white skin, and white hair, Li Huowang even felt for a moment that he was looking at a jade stone that could not breathe.
"There's nothing wrong with me. It's Brother Li's fault. I'm fine. Don't worry, I will protect you in the future."
Bai Lingmiao said as she leaned gently into Li Huowang's arms, with a faint smile on her face.
Li Huowang stretched out his hand to push her away, stared into her blind eyes, and said with an unusually solemn expression: "Miaomiao, tell me! When did you leave me! What happened during this time? And...
..Who are they?" Li Huowang pointed his finger at the White Lotus believers who were meditating near the rooftop not far away.
These people are both male and female, old and young. The only thing they have in common is that they are all dressed in white and have white lotus flowers painted on their foreheads.
These people sit cross-legged on the ground according to some rules that outsiders cannot understand.
"We are the White Lotus Sect, which was another branch when they were dispersed. So our surname is Lian, and the saint's surname is Bai." Lian Zhibei, who had been dealing with the evil spirits with Li Huowang, came out. p>
The pious look on Lian Zhibei's face at this moment made it completely impossible to tell that she was the middle-aged woman she knew so well before.
"White Lotus? Saint?"
Bai Lingmiao on the side took Li Huowang's hand and explained softly: "Senior Lian was the one who carried me away when you were sick. Senior 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 his father, and her beautiful face.
Then in his mind, Yang Na's face gradually turned into Bai Lingmiao, and Yang Na's father also changed into Lian Zhibei.
"Remember, I remember." Li Huowang sighed and nodded slightly.
"Then what happened to the saint?"
"They said that I was chosen by the Innocent Mother, so she chose me to become a saint."
Speaking of this, Bai Lingmiao showed a hint of excitement on his face, "Senior Brother Li, did you know? There really is an old mother without birth! She is alive."
Then she said with longing in her voice: "Old Mother Wusheng is an ancient Buddha who has no birth or death in heaven. She can save us in the world and return to our hometown in the vacuum. My parents are from the White Lotus Sect, and they have been here all their lives.
They believe in the Inanimate Mother, so although their bodies have died, their souls have returned to the Inanimate Mother."
Li Huowang just opened his mouth to object, but stopped when he spoke. Bai Lingmiao finally got rid of the previous pain. Do he really want to force her out?
"Senior Brother Li, do you know? Through Wusheng Laomu, I talked to my parents. They really miss me so much..."
While listening to Bai Lingmiao's words, Li Huowang, who was frowning, was struggling fiercely in his heart. Bai Lingmiao looked like himself before he was fed black Tai Sui.
If I forcefully pull her out now, I am afraid that Bai Lingmiao will become as desperate and painful as he was.
"Erjiu, you don't seem to believe what the saint said? But I tell you, this is true. Thanks to the vision of heaven and earth, the old mother Wusheng has come back. Otherwise, how could you explain it? We, the White Lotus maidens, have become worse than
So powerful in the past? How do you explain the skills that Wusheng Old Mother gave to the Holy Lady?"
"We, the White Lotus Sect, are no longer the ants that indulged in the flesh of mermaids! The White Lotus comes down to earth and all the people turn around!!"
Lian Zhibeiyue became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally even shouted out excitedly, and the White Lotus cultists followed suit and shouted in unison.
Li Huowang looked at the unfamiliar Lian Zhibei in front of him. This kind of Lian Zhibei was probably the real Lian Zhibei, and the previous appearance was probably just her pretending.
"Senior Brother Li, it's not what you think. Mother Wusheng is really back. She really just wants to change everything in the world back to her empty hometown without any suffering or torture."
As he spoke, Bai Lingmiao stretched out his hand and gently touched Li Huowang's eyebrows. In an instant, Li Huowang used Bai Lingmiao as a medium to feel dense white fairy catkins floating out of thin air in front of his eyes.
Although there is something as huge as a mountain there, its body is blocked by the intertwined white fairy catkins and is not exposed at all.
However, even so, Li Huowang could still feel the endless compassion and care in it.
That was the Wusheng Old Mother. Li Huowang could feel her emotions, and she was among them. She was afraid that her true appearance would hurt herself, so she used these fairy catkins to cover it up.
Similar but slightly different emotions like "compassion", "kindness" and "concern" floated out continuously.
This feeling seemed to arouse a hint of curiosity in Li Huowang's heart. He instinctively wanted to lean over and witness the dignity of the other party.
With a "swish", the dazed Li Huowang returned to the original place in an instant. The surroundings were still palaces in the palace, without any changes. Everything that just happened seemed like a dream.
Bai Lingmiao gently supported Li Huowang, who came back, and said softly: "Brother Li, do you feel it? Now you understand that what I said is true, right?"
After coming back to his senses, Li Huowang looked at Bai Lingmiao in front of him and took half a step back in shock. "So... Wusheng Old Mother is now in charge of a heavenly way about mercy?"
From the brief contact just now, Li Huowang felt the ultimate pure emotion, which was exactly the same as the pain coming from Ba Hui.
The Innocent Old Mother exists, and she is the commander in charge of compassion. At least she is the commander in charge of compassion now.
"Senior Brother Li, what are you talking about? Wusheng Old Mother is Wusheng Old Mother."
"No, it's nothing." Li Huowang shook his head and felt a little relieved.
Compared with his Pa Hu, who is in charge of pain, Wu Sheng Lao Mu, who is in charge of kindness, seems so kind. If Bai Lingmiao has contact with her, it will be better than with other Simings.
At least it seems that Miaomiao is not in danger for the time being. Now that the dragon vein crisis is imminent, it is better to solve the dice first.
With the enemy at hand, Li Huowang didn't have much time to say anything else. He told Bai Lingmiao in front of him: "If you deal with the dice later, don't stand too close."
Bai Lingmiao shook his head gently. "Senior Brother Li, actually you don't have to worry. Mother Wusheng gave me magical powers, so I can help you. Didn't I help you when you were in danger before?"
"Besides, this is also the idea of the old mother Wusheng. If Dice's conspiracy succeeds, then all life in Daliang will be ruined. We White Lotus believers must not let this happen."