Chapter 448

Ling Wu did not leave this small world immediately.

This time, she glanced back.

The enormous monster lying in front of the woman's bed reached out its fingertips, which had retracted their sharp nails, and gently touched the woman's cheek.

He then nestled his massive head against the woman's face, closed his eyes, and never opened them again.

The next instant, the remaining soul and spirit of Ms. Yu Ran that remained in Yu Lingba's body left behind in a daze as they left that enormous body.

Seeing this, Lingwu did not linger any longer.

Not exposing the truth is the best comfort for a naive soul.

——

As she left the small world, Lingwu glanced at her location for a moment.

We have now entered the eastern territory.

Even so, they still encountered the Western deity from the Pure Land who had caught up from the previous plane.

Previously, she had not planned to make a big fuss because it was in the West.

But if the gods or Buddhas behind her dare to offend her in the slightest at this moment, they shouldn't blame her for showing no mercy.

With a slight movement of the fingertips, the exquisite brush fell into the palm.

Lingwu turned around and met the gaze of the deity who had been waiting for her for so long.

Just that one glance made Ling Wu sense a hint of familiarity and a hint of strangeness.

Familiarity is not yet known, but its origin is unknown.

But strangely, Lingwu understood it clearly.

Because Yan Wang had referred to the gods and Buddhas of the Pure Land as "bald monks" in front of her more than once.

But the gods and Buddhas before us had full heads of black hair.

His skin was extremely fair, and his eyes, beneath his deep brows, were one light gold and one azure blue, as if rippling within them.

Whether Eastern deities or Western gods and Buddhas, all possess the beauty of heaven and earth, and the gods and Buddhas before us are no exception.

However, those surrounding Ling Wu were all outstanding individuals, and their appearances did not leave any ripples in her eyes.

Lingwu felt that it was fortunate that the gods and Buddhas in front of her were indeed wearing Buddhist robes, otherwise she would have to further exclude them from their origins in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

Upon closer inspection, one could see twelve golden lotuses embroidered on the collar of the vermilion robes worn by the deities before them.

This also symbolizes the identity of the deity or Buddha before us.

I still remember that Yan Wang had mentioned the names of the gods and Buddhas in front of me before.

Ling Wu nodded slightly to him and began to speak:

"Buddha's son of the Pure Land, cease your worldly cares."

Ling Wu did not lower her posture because of the other party's status.

She is a deity born between heaven and earth, while the gods and Buddhas before her are not yet the masters of the Pure Land.

But the handsome and compassionate deity opposite him softened his outward pity and showed more joy because of this name.

"You recognize me? Do you remember me?" Xi Chen asked with a slight smile.

Ling Wu pondered for a moment, then shook her head and asked, "What brings you here to chase me through two small worlds?"

Xi Chen's earlier joy dimmed considerably, and upon hearing this, he twirled the prayer beads in his hand.

He explained:

“In the last world, I wasn’t pursuing everything you did in the world of Aolai. I was so overjoyed to sense your presence for the first time that I waited there in advance, never expecting you to misunderstand.”

Xi Chen's smile remained, but tinged with a hint of disappointment. "I never imagined you'd forgotten me."

Upon hearing this, Lingwu moved her fingertips and calculated for a moment before recognizing the interaction between herself and the deity before her.

Before Lingwu could even speak, the Blissful Buddha in front of her took the initiative to introduce himself.

“I am the ninth-generation successor of the Pure Land of Bliss, with the Dharma name Xichen. When I was going through the final tribulation of love, I was given the Dharma name [Liaoji] by my master in that life in the mortal world.”

"It was in that lifetime that we crossed paths a few times."

Xi Chen paused slightly and looked at Ling Wu.

When he met the indifferent yet affectionate eyes of the white-haired woman before him, he once again thought of the kind-hearted and gentle Miss Bai, but he never opened those clear, bright eyes again.

Even now, thinking about it still makes his back stiff.

Fortunately, after many twists and turns, they finally met.

The threads of love were too ethereal, and his masters had tried more than once to defy fate and sever these threads of love.

But he was too foolish and stubborn, and his feelings for her remained deeply rooted.

"I apologize for my presumption." Xi Chen raised his right palm, with Buddhist prayer beads swirling diagonally in it. After bowing, he asked, "I don't know whether I should address you as Miss Bai or Cynthia?"

“I am Meng Po from the Underworld. You may call me by my divine name, Your Excellency,” Ling Wu replied.

Her tone remained gentle, but it no longer carried the kindness and harmlessness she had when she was Bai Lingwu.

Xi Chen could easily hear the rejection in Ling Wu's words.

He slowly lowered his right palm as he bowed, and the prayer beads returned to his palm, but he did not move them again.

But he still gave a slight smile and said, "It was Xichen's presumption today. If Lady Meng Po has time another day, perhaps...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a cold male voice—

“Awu has a special identity and cannot leave the underworld.”

Ling Wu didn't turn around, and Yan Wang, dressed in a blue-faced, fanged outfit, appeared before her.

Seeing that Yan Wang's clothes were not as neat as they usually were in front of her, but rather slightly disheveled, she knew that Yan Wang was in a hurry.

His expression was also more indifferent than before.

But when Ling Wu looked over, Yan Wang turned back and revealed a warm smile.

“Awu, you didn’t return to the Underworld last time,” Yan Wang explained to Lingwu first. “I only asked for half a day, it wasn’t because I abandoned my post.”

Lingwu nodded slightly.

The underworld already has its own set of rules, so there's no reason for it to make false statements or ask for leave.

However, Lingwu did not expose Yan Wang's little scheme in front of Xichen.

Xi Chen, on the other hand, had already lost much of his smile after Yan Wang appeared, but he still took the initiative to say to Yan Wang, "Lord Yama."

Yan Wang suppressed his smile, glanced at Xi Chen, and then, as if belatedly realizing something, said:

"Who am I? I am none other than the disciple of the Buddha Xichen."

“Last time, those bald guys, your masters, made a big fuss and came to the Eastern region. After they went back, one or two of them went into seclusion.”

"I originally thought that it must be very difficult for you, Buddha, to manage such a vast Western holy land all by yourself."

"But now I see that the Buddha's son is so powerful that he still has such leisure to block my underworld gods."

After Yan Wang finished speaking, he felt a burning itch of anger.

He had mentioned this matter to A-Wu before.

They even said they didn't know which deity had stirred the Buddhist disciple's emotions.

He also said that if he knew which deity it was, he would personally write an ode to praise the spirit that had brought the Buddhist disciple down from the altar.

Unexpectedly, the deity was actually Awu.

Really...

Unexpected yet expected.

Yan Wang did not reveal his thoughts, and remained calm and composed on the surface.

He inadvertently blocked what he perceived as the Buddha's affectionate gaze upon Awu.

Xi Chen was a man of few words, and upon hearing this, he simply nodded slightly, "Thank you for your concern, Lord Yama."

"......"

Taking this opportunity, Yan Wang carefully examined Xi Chen's appearance.

The more he looked, the more uneasy he felt, but he was indifferent to such things and didn't show it on his face.

He then turned to Lingwu and said, "Awu, the peach blossom wine you gave me last time might have had some problems during the brewing process; it tastes a bit astringent."

"Really?" Ling Wu asked with a smile.

Meeting Ling Wu's eyes, Yan Wang blinked and then nodded. "And your other shore flower lantern seems to have gained sentience. I think it will be able to take human form in a few days. If we wait any longer, I'm afraid we'll miss the scene of this creation of heaven and earth meeting its master for the first time."

Ling Wu nodded upon hearing this; indeed, this matter could not be delayed any longer.

Then, glancing at Xi Chen from afar, he said:

“My lord, farewell for today.”

After speaking, Ling Wu pondered for a moment, then handed over a document, "This is the pass document. If the Buddha's disciple is truly unable to overcome this tribulation of love, he may come to find me."

"But this is a one-time thing." Ling Wu finished speaking and then turned around.

The white skirt shimmered with a gentle, bright sheen, yet it exuded a chilling coolness.

It draws people in, yet when they do get close, they cannot entertain the desire to touch it.

The travel document, formed from flowing light, was held in Xi Chen's palm. He stood still, his eyes slightly lowered.

A cool fragrance, which he had been seeking for many years, lingered in his nostrils.

Now that it has materialized and reappeared before his eyes, he suddenly realized:

Whether it's Bai Lingwu, the second young lady of the Bai family in the small world, or Master Liaoji in Cangshan Temple; or Xichen, the Buddhist disciple of the Pure Land, or Meng Po, the underworld goddess of the East.

—There are still mountains and seas separating me from her.

Xi Chen lowered his eyes, his fingertips tracing the two characters "Meng Po" on the customs document.

"A-Wu?" he murmured, mimicking Yan Wang's address.