White tea legend

Chapter 176 Help me
Xiao Qing's figure was like a blue lightning streaking across the silent sky.

When she rushed to the Zoroastrian Temple in a hurry, the sight in front of her made her heartache: Bai Cha was being besieged by a group of fanatical Zoroastrian believers.

These Persians have resolute faces, their skin is bronzed in the rising sun, and their eyes are deep and piercing. Their costumes are ornate and intricate, and their turbans are embroidered with gold threads that shimmer with dazzling light as they move. They held torches and besieged Bai Cha.

Bai Cha didn't want to hurt these blind followers, but kept dodging their attacks while trying to get closer to the torch on the altar - there seemed to be some secret hidden in the flame.

However, those Zoroastrians seemed to block her way endlessly.

When Xiao Qing saw this, his body transformed into an emerald green arc, rushing straight towards the strangely jumping flames. She formed a seal with her hands and cast a spell. A stream of green light hit the flame, and the flame suddenly became unstable.

At this moment, a figure escaped from the swaying flames in embarrassment, that was Ruiyu.

In a blink of an eye, Ruiyu disappeared.

Bai Cha and Xiao Qing looked at each other and rushed out of the Zoroastrian Temple, chasing after Rui Yu.

The two sides started a fierce battle in a deep dense forest. The woods echoed with the sound of magic collision, light shone, and leaves fell one after another under the impact of energy.

Seeing that she was defeated, Ruiyu suddenly said: "Bai Cha, do you want to know the whereabouts of Lu Yu?"

Bai Cha was startled.

Ruiyu took the opportunity to turn into a ray of light and escape.

"Sister, he ran away."

Bai Cha knows, but now is not the time to chase Ruiyu, she has to rush back to Chang'an City to deal with the mess in Jingzhao Mansion.

The white tea turned into a breeze and quickly flew back to Jingzhao Mansion.

Jingzhao Mansion was destroyed by the fire in Ruiyu. Amidst the smoke and dust, only broken walls and ruins were left.

The people gathered in front of the charred mansion, some crying, some praying, some pointing and talking. Their faces were filled with disbelief and deep sadness.

Bai Cha quickly used his magic power, waved his hands gently, and began to weave a dream. I saw soft clouds of mist floating out from her fingertips, gradually covering all the people. People fell down one after another and fell into sweet dreams. The pain on their faces gradually subsided, replaced by peace and warmth.

Then, Bai Cha took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to activate more powerful magic. A huge halo formed around her body, and the light gradually spread, covering the entire ruins of Jingzhao Mansion.

Miraculously, the collapsed buildings began to be re-erected, the broken beams and columns were reconnected, the scorched marks gradually disappeared, and everything was quickly returning to its original appearance.

When the last ray of light dissipated, Bai Cha opened his eyes and saw that Jingzhao Mansion had a completely new look, as if he had never experienced that disaster.

The people were smiling in their dreams, unaware.

Jing Zhaoyin woke up from the bed as if he had had a dream.

He asked the maid to bring up a bronze mirror and took a look at him. His face in the mirror was ferocious, and the scars from the fire were shocking.

It's not a dream, it's cold reality.

Pei Zhaoyin lay down on the bed again: My face is disfigured, what should I do from now on?

"Sister, why don't you let Mr. Pei repair your appearance?" Xiao Qing suggested.

Bai Cha shook his head: "Master Pei's burned face has alarmed the saints, and all the doctors in the Imperial Medical Office also know about it. They rashly restored his appearance, for fear that you and I would expose the secret."

Bai Cha found Mrs. Pei and comforted her, promising that after returning to the thatched cottage, he would read ancient medical books to find a cure for Mrs. Pei.

So he took Xiaoqing and Xuanfeng back to Lu Yu Thatched Cottage.

As soon as he returned to the thatched cottage, Bai Cha ordered the door to be closed and had no intention of seeing patients today.

She kept thinking about Ruiyu's words. Did Ruiyu know the whereabouts of Lu Yu after his reincarnation?
As an immortal, she couldn't find Lu Yu's reincarnation after wandering around the lower world for so long, but Ruiyu knew that this was probably because the Tao was higher than the devil.

"I want to be alone."

Bai Cha dismissed his younger brothers and sisters, locked himself in the bedroom, meditated, cast spells, and entered the dreamland.

In the dream, there was a towering temple and palace. Deep in the palace, two enlightened goddesses were sitting quietly above the clouds.

It is Taimu Empress and Bixia Yuanjun.

They each closed their eyes and concentrated, adjusting their breath and exhaling, surrounded by immortal energy.

The Taimu Empress has a solemn face and fluttering blue clothes. Her hands are tied with ancient seals and she is silently reciting secrets that have not been passed down. She exudes the wisdom accumulated over the years and the majestic power of heaven and earth. There seemed to be thousands of mountains worshiping behind him, and he was majestic.

Bixia Yuanjun looked gentle and kind, with a soft face and an aura of compassion between her brows. With her even breathing, there seemed to be blue clouds blooming around her, and the fragrance overflowed.

Time seemed to freeze. After an unknown amount of time, the two gods slowly opened their eyes. Grandma Taimu's gaze seemed to have penetrated a thousand years of mist, while Bixia Yuanjun's pupils were as clear as spring water.

Together they looked at the fairy daughter kneeling in front of them.

"White tea, please see Grandma Taimu and Bixia Yuanjun."

"Come for Lu Yu?" Bixia Yuanjun asked.

Bai Cha nodded, and the tears of grievance could not help but roll down: "I have been searching for the lower world for many years, traveling across thousands of mountains and rivers, and following the instructions of the Bodhisattva, I opened a thatched cottage in Chang'an City, but it was like waiting for a rabbit, and I couldn't wait for him no matter what. , so the disciple came to ask the Bodhisattva if he could point the way out again."

Taimu and Bixia Yuanjun looked at each other and smiled, and gave them four words: "Be patient and don't be impatient."

Bai Cha felt a strong force push her out.

Opening her eyes, she was in her bedroom again.

……

In Huomenshan Academy, Hongjian was holding a volume of "The Analects of Confucius" in his hand, reading it with gusto.

Ji Lan gently placed a cup of tea on the coffee table next to him without disturbing him. She was silent for a while and exited the study hall.

As soon as Ji Lan walked out of the study hall, Hongjian's classmates gathered around him: "Ji Lan, Ji Lan, what do you want to drink for Hongjian? We want to drink too."

Ji Lan blushed, refused to reply a word, and walked to the garden to clean up with a dull head.

These scoundrels.

Why do you still become a disciple after studying?

Ji Lan thought of the bandits in the bandits' den, and of the white-haired Lu Weng in the Lu Mansion...it made her sad because men are not good things! Ji Lan cursed in her mind, then denied it, no, no, no, Hongjian was an exception.

Ji Lan thought about this, and soft feelings surged in her heart. There was a smile on my lips as I was sweeping.

It was a sweet and happy smile.

"Do you want to marry him?" A man's voice suddenly sounded in my ear.

Ji Lan looked around, but there was no one there.

"He won't marry you!" The voice rang again.

Ji Lan was shocked.

"Why don't I marry you? You know the reason. You are not good enough for him. He is knowledgeable. Master Zou likes him. Prefect Li thinks highly of him. When he succeeds in his studies, he will no longer be a thing in the pool. How can he marry a A woman who has no husband but no one can be a wife?”

Ji Lan's heart beat loudly.

"Who are you?" Ji Lan couldn't help but ask.

The air suddenly became quiet.

"Help me!" Ji Lan begged into the air.

But the air around him was still quiet.

Only a demonic wind blew.