You are not a white lotus at all [Quick Transmigration]

Some say he needs help.

Much needed.

So that voice has been conveyed from the bottom of his heart.

Want to pass to the ear of the named god, or when not named, to any passing or existing god.

— Please hear me.

— Please help me.

Those constant prayers cannot be ignored from the very beginning of existence until it is all over and the voice no longer exists.

So, "What help do you need?"

In the middle of the night, Ye Simian followed the guidance from the incessant voice in his ears, and saw someone lying in a room wearing a gray coat, his body was shriveled, like a plant that was about to wither, and could fall into it in an instant. The barren land no longer exists.

This is a man who will not live long.

And the gray-clothed man who couldn't live long lay curled up there, and saw someone, maybe a god, or a priest who appeared in front of his eyes——

The existence that appeared after praying matched all the fantasies in his wish.

As bright as the moonlight, it seems to meet all the expectations of the gods.

He has an erratic whereabouts, a holy and indestructible appearance, a compassionate look, and everything that is absolutely different from ordinary people.

With just one glance, you know that it is the existence that your heart needs.

With just one glance, it is clear that everything will be redeemed here.

"Please...cough cough, help me...to meet...a...person...before...death..."

The gray-clothed man's eyes lit up, and he struggled to get up, but after failing, he coughed a few times before saying these words.

Ye Simian's expression remained the same, she nodded, "Okay."

The gray-clothed person relaxed, and tried hard to hook the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh.

After relaxing again, watching Ye Simian approaching him, I felt the back of my hand holding it, and felt a very subtle air flow around his palm.

Very subtle feeling, very wonderful, very strange.

In this strangeness, Ye Simian still had the same expression, half a smile but not a smile, subtly showing a bit of pity, but also a bit of nothingness and illusion.

Then the wind stopped outside the house, the moonlight was cut off in the window, and the old furniture in the house was ignited with light. After a burst of light burned everything like a fire, the man in gray felt the subtle sensation in his hand disappear.

He saw his younger self in this disappearance.

It's not the decayed, shriveled, ready-to-go-to-earth look of today.

——The man with high spirits, the flower hairpin and the green shirt, shouted to the rivers and lakes that this is his world, and he was sure that he would have a place in the world. His eyes were all young and frivolous, with the greatest arrogance and the most proud self-confidence of a young man.

very nice.

——It was still the best time, and it was still the happiest time.

Smiling and thinking this way, the man in gray kept his faint smile and continued to curl up on his side, his body slowly stiffened in this curling up, and his smile slowly stalemate in this stiffness.

Then there was a faint light that swayed twice from the center of his eyebrows, and then left quickly, and then there were traces of faith left in place, and came over before Ye Simian reached out, but disappeared as he walked...

It disappeared without touching it.

Ye Simian withdrew the hand that was extended after hesitation, and the moonlight outside the window slanted into the table.

The lingering voice in his ear disappeared.

Here too the regret is gone.

There is wind blowing fallen leaves outside, and pedestrians come and go.

The nearby voices and conversations also gradually filled the surroundings of the room, bringing the silent room that was isolated from the world back to the world.

After being pulled back, some people walked over quickly, scolding and saying that the old man can't stay alone, and some people followed behind, asking who the old man was while walking. The scolding person must figure it out at this time...

Ye Simian listened to the voice for a while, her expression remained unchanged, and she disappeared in place.

Helian, who was brought in for treatment, poked at the butler after asking to no avail, and finally got the answer——

He came here as a tourist 63 years ago, became the lord of the city 55 years ago, planned the city 48 years ago, established the existing pattern of the coexistence of three gods in the city 45 years ago, and then became the former lord of the city, Fang Cunxi, who had plummeted 30 years ago.

He Lian clapped his hands and said: "That's a coincidence, the city owner is a foreign tourist who stays here for a long time, and I am also a foreign tourist who has just arrived here, it just happens to be the same, just happens to be similar, just happens to meet soon, it sounds quite destined , we should be very chatty when we meet..." Then he paused suddenly, and whispered, "But, can we still catch up?" After that, I looked at the sky above my head, and after I couldn't see any souls, I was asked by the housekeeper again. Glaring back, I had to apologize, "I mean, it's so late, and the city lord is old, so he should have rested? It's really annoying to disturb the old man all night. There is no other meaning, don't blame, don't blame!"

As he spoke, he put away his smile under the glaring gaze of the steward, and when he pulled people again, he only asked other things in a low voice, such as pulling him over in a hurry. What kind of words...

The boy didn't dare to reply, the butler looked back at him, restrained his temper and said it's okay, his words were full of meaning that he would strangle Helian to death if he cursed the old man again.

After this vicious promise, Helian followed with peace of mind, and continued to pull the boy to ask questions familiarly, one by one brother and buddy, one by one with greatness and praise, and then waited outside the courtyard for the butler to come in and pass on the news. , Waited for a while, talked for a while, and didn't wait for the news of going in after finishing talking.Just wait for chaos.

In the chaos, no one had time to take care of him, and no one listened to his flirting, so he just took the lantern that the boy gave him, and found a path to go out.

I am very familiar with myself.

Not only familiar with people, but also familiar with other people's families.

He was so familiar that he ran in and out, and then ran back to the inn. After seeing almost no one on the road, he looked into the inn for a while, at the sky, and at his own room with the stone carvings.

"Open the door, open the door!"

After watching, he called Xiaoer to open the door.

Tonight was supposed to be a quiet night.

However, some people are naturally noisy, so that everyone can't help but beat them up.

So on the second day, Helian held several bruises on his face and pulled Ye Simian, who had returned to rest due to exhaustion and was called out, to intercept the priests who might appear.

"Yes, yes, this is right here, you can intercept people by staying here!" Helian Laye Simian, with several bruises on her face, sat on a boat in the middle of the lake, pointed to one side and said, "There will be 'Chun Lai' over there!" 'The priests under his name are here, it must be no problem to find them!"

Chunlai is not one of the three gods in the city, but he is a god who is famous for giving birth to all things and healing and recuperating.So it stands to reason that the priest under her name should be very good at curing illnesses and repairing wounds when blessing them.

After taking away the stone sculpture, Helian said that he would invite someone to bless Ye Simian as compensation, pointing to one side in the boat like this, saying that was his arrangement.

Ye Simian watched from a distance for a while.

Helian, on the other hand, was waving the fan that he didn't know where it came from, bragging for a while as if he was close to others at any time, bragging about his brilliance, prowess, wisdom and wisdom for a while, blowing, blowing, and blowing. After a few responses, he slowly stopped talking, and the good situation of this place was restored.

Ye Simian: "Is that them?"

The priests under the name of Chunlai?

Helian nodded again and again, shaking her fan, she waved her hands out of the nodding, and fell into the water.

"My fan—" He grabbed the boat and looked down, almost impulsively jumping off the boat.

"...to see you now?" Ye Simian whispered slowly after answering.

—to meet now, these strangest acquaintances?

To meet, these people who once belonged to his followers?

To meet, these ancestors who lived with him?

Or do you see these people who didn't communicate directly in the first life, but had conflicts later?

Before he could finish thinking, Helian's yell pulled him back from his thoughts.

In this context, Helian's movements were also interrupted by his whisper, and he only pulled himself over from the side of the boat: "It's all here, of course!"

——What are you hesitating about?

He looked at Ye Simian's hesitant and thoughtful expression, and rushed to the boatman in the blink of an eye: "Boatman, go that way!" Then he pointed in the direction, and said to Ye Simian, "It's okay, it's okay, even if they die, they won't just drive him away!"

She explained with a smile, as if she thought Ye Simian was worried about being beaten into what he is now.

Ye Simian glanced at him.

After seeing him last night.

The big ship, which looked majestic from a distance, was approaching in Helian's continuous explanation words mixed with various chaos.

"Ah, by the way, brother, you have never mentioned your name. It may be inconvenient to pass it on when you meet people~" Helian said to the nearest boat, "It doesn't matter to me, whether you hand it over or not. The names are the same, anyway, the name is just a surname, but now it seems that it is not good to go to someone to see a doctor and give blessings without giving a name~"

After getting acquainted with each other for a day, Helian only asked the name directly for the first time now, as if something happened and he needed to report his name, and then he realized that he didn't know the name of "Xiongtai" all the time. After responding to this question, I clapped my hands and said thoughtfully, "Fake names are fine too~ Anyway, if you don't get caught, it's okay to report it! If you can't make it up, then I'll just get the word right and report one casually." ?”

Ye Simian nodded and said, "... Ye Simian."

He had no name when he was in this world.

It was only when carrying out the task that someone else's name was used, and it has been used all the time.

Later, when I came back, I kept using this name.

And leave, come back, leave, come back...

Until now, the original name has been borrowed to this day.

After that, Helian nodded directly to show that he remembered, and then casually said that the name is really good, what is the specific good thing, and then threw a lot of reasons over, and waited until the two ships were approaching before resting for a while, panting. He breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hands and shouted over, indicating that someone was here, and after finally getting on the boat, he warmly introduced himself and Ye Simian to the people on board:

Such as how good and kind they are, how much they admire the God of Spring, how much work they spent on this boat and so on.

He kept talking non-stop, and he wanted to approach someone while talking, but when someone pointed at the wet sleeve when he was trying to grab the fan just now, he just smiled a little bit and stopped in place.

Ye Simian was behind him, seeing that he was greeting and befriending almost everyone, silently glanced up, and after that glance, looked in the same direction.

Then Helian pushed Ye Simian forward after getting close, and said the ultimate purpose of this trip after a long time of chatting up: "Everyone, look at this..."

Ye Simian was pushed by him, and turned his gaze back here.

Helian hadn't finished speaking, but it disappeared with the silence that spread from a distance.

—A man in white was coming from the stern.

The white clothes fluttered, and his expression was indifferent, with a subtle pity in his indifferent expression. A pair of godless eyes looked straight ahead, as if he saw everything, but also as if he saw nothing.Then his long dark crow-feather hair fell to his side, fluttering in the wind at the cuffs inlaid with gold threads.

In the process of walking slowly and steadily, the fluttering long hair seemed to be the only living place on this person.

Look at the eyes, he is blind, but in this state of blindness, he looks straight, walks straight, and then approaches.

Ye Simian stopped at the same place and looked at the people who came, and the people who came came to him and asked a person, "Why did the boat stop?" After asking, she turned to Ye Simian again, "Who are you?"