Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

However, deep in Supreme Jade's heart, he had already vaguely sensed some key points.

His thoughts involuntarily drifted to the sad legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and he recalled the heartbreaking story of Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies.

He remembered clearly how they were oppressed by the cruel and extremely strict laws and regulations of the Heavenly Court.

Eventually they were forced to separate and went their separate ways, leaving behind endless regrets and lamentations.

Because of this, at this critical moment, he no longer had the desire to thoroughly understand the true identity of his sister Jieyu.

Supreme Jade straightened his body, his eyes firm and blazing.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, who saves people from suffering and is full of great compassion, I don't care who Sister Jieyu is, nor do I care what kind of mysterious life story she has."

"In my heart, she is just my most precious sister. I will do my utmost to protect her and will never allow her to be harmed in the slightest. I am willing to bear all the consequences of what happens here alone and will never back down!"

These affectionate and powerful words of Supreme Jade were like a heavy hammer, hitting the Fairy of Flowers' heart hard.

Her eyes were instantly filled with tears of emotion, and the tears burst out like a flood.

These words of Supreme Jade cannot resist the heavenly rules and regulations.

Guanyin Bodhisattva has his own set of unquestionable rules for judging all things in the world.

Moreover, the patience of a Bodhisattva is sometimes like a drop of water in the desert, limited and precious.

Guanyin Bodhisattva frowned slightly, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

She no longer looked at the Supreme Jade, but instead faced the Fairy of Flowers.

"Baihua, I cannot allow you to violate the heavenly rules and regulations at will, and I cannot bend the law for personal gain."

"Before you make a big mistake, come back to heaven with me immediately."

"Otherwise, I will capture you and hand you over to the Jade Emperor for severe punishment."

The face of the Fairy of Flowers was instantly filled with despair and sorrow, and she begged with tears streaming down her face:

"Buddha, I am really worried about my supreme brother. I need to stay by his side and take good care of him."

"I beg you to have mercy on me and spare me this time. I will burn incense and pray devoutly every day, and I will keep your great kindness in my heart and never forget it."

Guanyin Bodhisattva's face darkened, "Baihua, you are so stubborn, it's really disappointing, look at me and let me catch you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Bodhisattva decisively threw away the willow branch in his hand that was shining with mysterious light.

The willow branches instantly turned into an extremely tough rope, tightly binding the Fairy of Flowers.

Then, Guanyin Bodhisattva shouted "Rise", and the body of the Fairy of Flowers was involuntarily lifted above the clouds.

Zhizun Yu was extremely anxious when he saw this.

Ignoring the pain in his knees, he knelt down again without hesitation.

He banged his head against the ground repeatedly, raising dust all over the ground.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, begging Guanyin Bodhisattva to spare his sister Jieyu.

However, the Bodhisattva seemed not to hear it and said coldly, "Fast!"

The auspicious clouds under their feet carried them away into the distance like lightning.

The Bodhisattva had just flown a short distance when suddenly, a clear and loud cry of a crane was heard in the air.

Then, a long and deep voice came from a distance.

"Master Cihang, please go slowly!"

Upon hearing the voice, Guanyin Bodhisattva immediately stopped the auspicious clouds from moving forward.

He raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Directly in front of you, there are layers of auspicious clouds, thousands of auspicious colors interweaving, the scent of sandalwood is in the air, and fairy mist is lingering in the air.

In front of us is a spirit boy holding colorful banners, walking lightly and solemnly.

Behind them, a blue phoenix was spreading its gorgeous wings and dancing gracefully.

In the middle, an old lady with a kind face sat on an extremely gorgeous carriage.

When the Bodhisattva saw this person, an expression of respect immediately appeared on his face.

She bowed and saluted, her voice clear and pious.

"Avalokitesvara of Mount Putuo in the South China Sea has seen the Mother of Mount Li!"

Lishan Laomu gently waved her hand, "Cihang Zhenren! Oh, that's right! Should I call you Cihang Zhenren? Or should I call you Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva quickly responded: "Old mother! Your words really make me feel terrified and ashamed. Just call me Cihang."

The old mother nodded slightly. "That's good. Although you have devoted yourself to Western Buddhism, in the final analysis, you came from our Taoism."

"You were once one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Celestial Lord. I think it would be more intimate and natural for me to call you Cihang Zhenren."

Avalokitesvara showed an awkward smile on his face.

"Mother is right. I always remember my origins as a Taoist. How dare I forget my duty?"

"Although I have converted to Buddhism now, I still often go to Kunlun Mountain Yuxu Palace to meet my teacher and listen to his teachings. I dare not slack off or forget anything!"

The mother nodded, concern showing on her face.

"That's great! How is Yuanshi Tianzun's health?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva replied: "My master is in good health and everything is fine. Thank you for your concern!"

The old mother smiled, her expression a little complicated.

"That's good, that's good. Cihang, where are you going in such a hurry this time?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and bowed his head slightly.

"I have dealt with some trivial matters in Baihua Valley and am preparing to go to the Heavenly Palace. I never thought I would run into you. It is truly a great honor for me."

The old mother nodded thoughtfully: "Is it because of the matter of the Fairy of Flowers?"

A trace of surprise appeared on Guanyin Bodhisattva's face: "My mother also knows about this?"

The old mother smiled and said, "That's exactly why I came here!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva bowed and said: "Please teach me, old mother!"

The old mother looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva with gentle eyes.

"Cihang, the Fairy of Flowers and I have a great affinity, and we once made a promise. Can you leave her to me?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "Since the old mother has come forward, how dare I disobey her? I will hand her over to the old mother right away!"

After saying this, Guanyin Bodhisattva waved her hand gently and took back the willow branch that bound the Fairy of Flowers.

Then the Fairy of Flowers was sent to the Mother of Lishan.

Lishan Old Mother turned to look at the Fairy of Flowers, "Fairy! Why don't you thank Master Cihang!"

The Fairy of Flowers hurriedly knelt down in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva, her voice choked with sobs.

"Thank you very much for the mercy from the Bodhisattva. I will definitely remember this kindness in my heart."

Guanyin Bodhisattva said with a serious face: "Baihua! It's not that I intend to let you go today. It's because of my mother's face that I will temporarily spare you."

"But you must not continue to be stubborn and insist on doing what you want, otherwise you will get yourself into trouble. By then, it will be too late to regret."

Lishan Laomu smiled and shook her head: "Cihang, the Fairy of Flowers has her own opportunities and fortunes."

"Let me handle her affairs. You don't have to worry about it anymore."

Guanyin Bodhisattva bowed slightly and said, "Since my mother has made this arrangement, I will not ask any more questions. If my mother has no other instructions, I will take my leave first."

The old mother waved her hand: "Wait! I have another question to ask!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva was slightly stunned, "Mother, what else is there?"

The old mother's gaze turned to the young boy standing like a pine tree beside the Bodhisattva.

"Cihang, is the servant next to you called Song Wei Song Chengfeng?"