"More than acquaintance?"
Hu Jiumei, who transformed into an old lady, turned to look at the towering statue in front of the hall, and sighed sadly: "Hey! The past is like smoke and we can't look back!"
"Lin Tianguan is as virtuous as the sky, and the world worships him like an immortal, but I don't need to do this. As early as that year, when Tianguan first came to Qingyang, I and my husband regarded me as a nephew and took care of me."
"Subsequently, Tianguan stayed away from Qingyang and was promoted all the way. The old man and his wife also moved to Yunzhou. Who would have thought that just after half a year of peace, the mighty Qin Dynasty suddenly died. All the wealth of the family was looted by bandits, and the husband's arrogance was harmful to his health. I'm so sick that I can't afford it, and I'm about to die before my eyes."
"In desperation, I can only ride a bicycle alone, heading towards my ancestral land. I hope that my soul will return to its hometown and rest in peace!"
"I met Tianguan when I passed here. For a moment, I couldn't help but sigh as I recalled the clouds and smoke! But I had no intention of offending Tianguan's authority, and I didn't dare to disturb the girl's view of the scenery. I dare to ask the girl who she is..."
The woman wearing a fox fur cloak was slightly moved when she heard this. She stepped forward and announced her family name: "Beishuang of the Holy Fire Sect."
I see!
Although Hu Jiumei was new to this world, she did not dare to show off her power in order to avoid the magical eyes that were searching everywhere. She could see everything she saw and heard along the way. He even knew the layout of forces in the world of Kyushu.
The Holy Fire Cult originated from the bitter cold land in the far north, and the adjacent Yunzhou was also deeply affected by it.
No wonder thousands of disaster victims were in awe and fear of this woman. She turned out to be a member of the Holy Religion!
"It turns out to be Lord Holy Cult!"
Hu Jiumei quickly bent over and said, "I'm sorry for my blindness, but I hope you can forgive me!"
"Mother-in-law doesn't have to be like this!"
Beishang took two more steps forward and reached out to help Hu Jiumei: "I have interacted with Lin Tianguan several times before, and we can be regarded as... well, life and death friends. Since my mother-in-law and Lin Tianguan have old acquaintances, they are even in love with each other. It’s ordinary, and naturally it’s my old friend, Beishuang.”
"Mother-in-law, what disease does my husband have? Can you let me examine him?"
Beishang said it politely and asked if it was okay, but before Hu Jiu charmingly responded, she raised her hand and waved.
With a crash, a red wave of fire rushed away.
The snow on the car immediately turned into a gentle cloud and disappeared in an instant.
Even the tattered quilt that was wrapped tightly was lifted up.
A straight figure emerged from inside.
The figure was wearing a green gown and was as tall as a pine tree. His eyes were tightly closed and his temples were gray and old.
The face, hands, and all exposed skin are all like thousand-year-old bronze, with layers of green rust.
It seems that he is indeed suffering from some incurable and strange disease, and he is about to die before his eyes. There is no way to save him!
But if you look closely, you will find that the man's eyelashes are still trembling slightly, as if his consciousness is still intact!
Beishang leaned out to take a closer look, but couldn't help but be stunned!
The figure lying upright on the car, both in body shape and appearance, is exactly the same as the statue of Tianguan standing tall behind him!
The only difference is that the figure on the car is pale and old, as if Lin Ji is about to die decades later!
"Since my husband was infected with a strange disease, I have visited countless famous doctors, but all of them shook their heads and found no cure." Hu Jiumei took two steps forward and asked Xiang Beishang expectantly: "In your opinion, is there any good strategy?" ?”
"this……"
Beishuang clenched her little hands tightly, but there was nothing she could do.
The holy fire is so majestic that it destroys everything.
Not to mention her, even members of the congregation with a little bit of luck can use the method of holy power to remove poisons, plagues, fires and diseases.
Thousands of people in the Far North and even across Yunzhou have always regarded Holy Fire believers as miraculous doctors.
Since joining the Holy Cult, Beishang has personally saved many people.
But let alone seeing the symptoms like this before, I have never even heard of them!
"Mother-in-law, don't worry, I'll give it a try."
Beishuang said, stretched out her jade hand, and a red flame came out from her palm. Although this flame was not as good as the original holy fire, it was still one of the few means she had.
The flames rushed up and down, and suddenly condensed into a small fire man only three inches high.
The little fire man danced his hands and feet wildly, jumped out of his hands, and turned into a ray of light and shadow directly into the eyebrows of the figure on the car.
Immediately afterwards, it was like a raging fire suddenly ignited under the car.
With the wheelbarrow as the center of the circle, the area dozens of feet in radius immediately became extremely hot. Heat waves rolled in angrily, forcing the victims who were crowded around to watch the excitement retreat.
For a time, people were shouting and busy, and the temple became a mess.
"Amitabha!"
At this moment, a clear and sharp sound of Buddha's trumpet suddenly sounded from far outside the door.
The sound was not loud, but it was like a bell ringing, vibrating into the ears and ringing in the heart.
What's even more strange is that as soon as the sound started, layers of water ripples suddenly appeared in the space and time.
Where the ripples fell, everyone was like wood carvings and clay sculptures. They all maintained the expression of shouting or panic at the previous moment and stood motionless.
The whole hall was filled with hundreds of people, young and old, standing in total silence!
Even Beishuang couldn't move his hands or feet, he was frozen like a wooden stake.
But her consciousness was still there, her eyes were clear, and she saw an old monk staggering in from the door.
The old monk was hunched over with his head lowered, and his face could not be seen clearly. All he could see was his long eyebrows, which were over a foot long, and his silver beard was fluttering in the wind on his chest.
The old monk was wearing an extremely worn gray cloth monk's robe. The holes in the monk's robe were like spider webs.
Half a foot away behind him, there was also a little monk with red lips and white teeth and bright eyes like stars. He looked to be only six or seven years old.
The young monk wore yellow silk and white shoes, and wore a red brocade cassock embroidered with gold and silver threads and studded with agates and jade draped across his shoulders. He was dragging a turtle shell as big as a bowl in his hand, knocking it as he walked like a wooden fish.
Two monks, an old one and a young one, squeezed out from among the thousands of victims who were as solid as wooden sculptures. They walked until they were about a foot in front of Beishang and Hu Jiumei, and then stopped.
"Amitabha!"
The old monk did not look at the two of them, but turned his head and glanced at the figure in green who was still lying upright on the cart. He suddenly shouted a Buddha's name and said: "Donor, can you stop and go west?"
Beishang was stunned. Who was the donor the old monk was talking about?
With a glance from the corner of his eye, he saw that the old lady with pale and messy hair, who claimed to be an old acquaintance of Lin Tianguan, stood still like a wooden sculpture like thousands of victims.
The figure lying across the car, who looked like the Heavenly Official a hundred years from now, was motionless...
Um?
Suddenly, Beishang was surprised to find that the figure moved.
First, his fingers trembled slightly, and then his eyes suddenly opened.
This look...
It couldn't be more familiar!
How many times have I seen hundreds of things in my dreams, and I can’t let go of them!
Uh-huh!
As the figure suddenly brightened up, the green patina all over his body immediately receded, and even the pale and messy hair on his temples turned black in an instant!
"The big dream has no bounds, but one day, one thought will return to the world and the world will know it!"
The figure read loudly, then jumped up and stood up straight with his hands behind his back!
Beishang was immediately surprised and happy, and couldn't help but think to himself.
Who is this if not Lin Ji? !
(End of chapter)
