I used the space to empty the pirates' private vault.

"Why do I feel like this middle-aged man's identity is quite unusual?"

Jiang Yimo muttered softly.

After hearing this, Feng Wuhen curled his lips slightly, raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, and praised generously: "Momo's eyes are really sharp. The middle-aged man opposite is my sixth uncle - You Wang Feng Haochun."

"Oh, so he is King You, but what is he doing in Daluo Temple? He even squatted down to adjust the ankle of an unknown little girl. And the look he gave Cui Wanwan just now was weird to me. Could he be attracted to her?"

"I guess the important guest that Master Lingdeng is going to meet today should be King You. Few others are capable of talking to Master Lingdeng for such a long time. Also, Momo, you read it right. He has already taken a fancy to that Cui woman. Xie Hefan is really lucky. He doesn't have to do anything to completely get rid of that Cui woman."

Feng Wuhen's pretty thin lips curled up slightly, and his tone was teasing.

At this time, King You had already walked to the edge of the pond. With his hands behind his back, he looked carefully at the thousand-year-old white lotus in the middle of the pond that had not yet bloomed. Then, he turned around and quickly left Daluo Temple.

After King You left, Jiang Yimo and Feng Wuhen came out from behind the Bodhi tree and were about to walk over to take another look at the white lotus.

A young monk suddenly called out to them from behind.

"Two donors, Master Lingdeng invites you to come over."

After hearing this, the two men had no choice but to stop and follow the little monk into a meditation room.

There was an old monk in a monk's robe in the room. He had a kind face, was slightly plump and fair, and had a long white beard. He sat cross-legged on the couch with his eyes closed and his hands clasped together. The Buddhist beads in his hands kept spinning and shining.

Jiang Yimo and Feng Wuhen walked up to the old monk. The old monk still had his eyes closed. He didn't look at Jiang Yimo and Feng Wuhen. He just said lightly, "The two donors are here! Please sit down!"

After that, Jiang Yimo and Feng Wuhen looked at each other, then they walked to a chair nearby and sat down.

"Female donor, are you here today to know about the thousand-year-old white lotus?"

Jiang Yimo was shocked when he heard this. "Master, how did you know that?"

At this time, Master Lingdeng opened his eyes and smiled, "As soon as you stepped into Daluo Temple, I knew that you were the destined person for the thousand-year-old white lotus, so, there are some things that I won't tell you, but you know them in your heart."

"..."

Dead speechless.

What was this old monk trying to say to her? If she knew what the thousand-year-old white lotus was related to her, would she still have to stay here and wait for him for a whole day?

"Girl, don't be anxious. You will know when the time comes for some things."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yimo showed a look of being at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

This master of spiritual lamps seemed to have said something, but also seemed to have said nothing.

Afterwards, Master Lingdeng said a lot to Jiang Yimo, which she didn't understand. However, out of politeness, Jiang Yimo listened to it.

Finally, Master Lingdeng added, "Female donor, I know you don't understand what I'm saying now, but you will understand it one day in the future."

Then, Master Lingdeng looked at Feng Wuhen and said, "Male donor, you are of noble status, and now you have broken through a huge barrier in your life. Although your next journey will be bumpy and full of twists and turns, as long as you can stick to your heart, no matter what happens, you will be able to solve it easily and be invincible-"

After the words fell, Feng Wuhen pursed his lips and smiled, then bowed and said, "Thank you for your advice, Master. I will keep your words in mind."

After Feng Wuhen finished speaking, Master Lingdeng wanted to chase him away.

"Well, it's getting dark soon. I know you two still want to go see the thousand-year-old white lotus, so I won't waste your time."

After hearing this, Jiang Yimo and Feng Wuhen could only stand up and say goodbye to Master Lingdeng. They turned around and walked to the door of the house, and were about to reach out to open the door and go out.

Master Lingdeng suddenly spoke again, and Jiang Yimo and Feng Wuhen stopped again.

"If the female donor wants to know more about Bai Lian, she can go with the male donor to the imperial city and look at the library in the palace. There may be some answers you want to know there."

Jiang Yimo listened and nodded slightly.

"Okay, thank you Master Lingdeng for the advice!"

Afterwards, Jiang Yimo and Feng Wuhen walked out of Master Lingdeng’s meditation room.

She slowly walked to the edge of the pond. At this moment, night had fallen. Jiang Yimo looked at the white lotus in the middle of the pond. Her thoughts were instantly drawn to the white lotus. A series of unfamiliar fragments appeared in her mind again...

At this moment, Jiang Yimo slapped her forehead hard, and then she stepped into the pond uncontrollably and stepped on the water. Strangely, she did not sink, as if she was stepping on hard ground. Then, she walked step by step towards the white lotus in the center of the pond.

Feng Wuhen reached out and grabbed Jiang Yimo's wrist, and then he was sucked into the pond by a powerful force.

He was actually able to step on the surface of the pond. Then, Jiang Yimo led him towards the white lotus in the middle of the pond and stopped only in front of the white lotus bud.

Although Feng Wuhen's mind was clear, Jiang Yimo was still immersed in the fragments in her mind.

She uncontrollably put her left index finger into her mouth and bit it hard with her teeth. Bright red blood soon flowed out of the wound. The next second, she put her finger on the petals of the unopened white lotus. Drops of blood dripped onto the petals of the white lotus. After absorbing Jiang Yimo's blood, the bud of the white lotus slowly bloomed.

Suddenly, a golden beam of light shot out from the core of the white lotus, directly reaching the clouds and illuminating half of the sky. However, this scene only flashed by for a moment, and then, a huge vortex instantly appeared under the feet of Jiang Yimo and Feng Wuhen, sucking the two of them in.

Then, in an instant, the surface of the pond returned to calm, but the thousand-year-old white lotus that once grew in the middle of the pond also disappeared.

Master Lingdeng stood in the attic at a distance, and had a full view of the scene that had just happened. However, he was neither surprised nor frightened like the others, but put his hands together and only muttered, "Amitabha!"

Then he quickly walked away.

At this time, the Xie brother and sister also saw such a thrilling scene. They saw Jiang Yimo and Feng Wuhen being sucked into the huge whirlpool of the pond. Xie Hefan rushed to the edge of the pond and tried to pull the two back, but was pushed to the side by a mysterious heat wave.