The Record of Righteousness

The main altar of the White Lotus Sect.

In the smooth and moist cave, the deep darkness was driven away by the fire.

On both sides are cast iron platforms, and there are nine burning iron platforms on each side, which illuminate the hall as if it were daytime.

At first glance, there is a throne at the innermost.

Below it are nine large stone steps, each of which is inlaid with exquisite reliefs.

Each step symbolizes the nine reincarnations in the underworld.

After several painful nirvanas, the Mother of No Birth came to the world to save the world.

Behind the throne is a relief of a huge white lotus.

In the blooming flower is a kind-looking naked woman.

The woman in the mural is the Mother of No Birth worshipped by the White Lotus Sect.

Although she is naked, the viewers have no dirty thoughts in their hearts.

She had a compassionate face, holding a white lotus, tears in the corners of her eyes, and scattered the petals in her hand to the miserable people around her who were in the water and fire.

That sad expression seemed to be the helplessness and pity for the countless sentient beings in the world who were in the water and fire.

A woman sat on the throne.

This woman was dressed in a white robe, like a fairy who was not in the world.

Her hair and beard were as white as snow, and her skin was white with red.

Her pupils were not brown and black like ordinary people, but were filled with a strange red.

It looked more holy against the relief behind her.

There was a sculpture on each side of the steps under the throne.

Its appearance was green-faced and fanged, extremely ferocious, wearing black iron armor, looking at everything in front of it with hatred.

It was the two evil servants who were recovered by the legendary Wusheng Laomu after nine nirvanas. They changed their minds and threw themselves under her seat to serve as protectors.

Only the ethereal voice of the White Lotus Saint echoed in the hall:

"Time is running out. You have all traveled a long way from your respective states, and the number of soldiers recruited is also considerable. I have taken it to heart."

"But the evil officials of the court are pressing us step by step, and we cannot afford to relax at all."

"Where are the masters of the Golden Hall, the Wooden Hall, and the Earth Hall? Have you completed the task I asked you to do?"

The big-bellied tough guy and the feminine young man in front of him both straightened their faces when they heard the words.

Lin Junjie, the head of the Mu Hall, clasped his fists and said respectfully:

"Reporting to the Saint, I and the head of the Jin Hall disguised ourselves as merchants and sneaked into the city."

"Fang Daqing, the court lackey, withdrew his troops from Dengzhou and Qingzhou to preserve his strength. This is why we were able to conquer these two states without any effort. That thief Fang has taken control of Jinan."

The head of the Jin Hall, Jin Yuan, even though he looks rough, is very thoughtful. He then added:

"Fang still has three to four thousand soldiers under his command, and they are all gathered in Jinan City. We Don't underestimate them."

"The military supervisor Wang Hao almost died under Feixue's sword a few days ago. Now he is a frightened bird. He has deployed heavy troops in the city to guard against our Divine Religion."

"It is rumored in the city that Feixue will be executed soon. I am afraid that it is a complete set of tricks set by the dog officials. If we attack by force, our Divine Religion will suffer heavy damage."

As soon as the voice fell, a smart voice was heard, without any hesitation:

"Saint, I am willing to bring 300 elite soldiers to rescue the leader of Feixue Hall!"

It was the leader of the Fire Hall, Lan Zhiruo.

Feixue is her biological sister. The two of them are in charge of the two halls of water and fire respectively, and their relationship is inseparable.

Since Lan Feixue was captured by the government army, Lan Zhiruo blamed herself for the crime, and she lost her appetite and could not sleep at night.

She has imagined the torture her sister suffered as a traitor in the hands of those dog officials.

When she thought of this, Lan Zhiruo felt as if her heart was cut by a knife, and she wanted to rescue Feixue all the time.

It is common sense to volunteer to save people when there is an opportunity.

The Saint frowned. How could she not understand Lan Zhiruo's thoughts? But her tone was still calm, and no emotion could be heard from her.

"Feixue is one of the five hall masters of our Divine Religion. She has made great contributions since the founding of our Divine Religion. Naturally, I will not stand by and watch her die."

"But the matter of rescue still needs to be discussed in detail."

Lan Zhiruo clasped her fists and said:

"I am willing to obey the orders of the Saint, and I will not refuse even if I die."

The whole cave was crowded with people, but they were actually only the high-level leaders of the White Lotus Religion, who numbered no more than a hundred.

The assassination of the new military supervisor Wang Hao of the court was exposed, and the hall master Feixue of the Water Hall was captured alive by the government troops.

As a result, the White Lotus Religion's long-planned plan to annex Jinan was shelved.

The Tutang Hall Master, Mo Qingqiu, who had been silent all the time, looked elegant, tall and upright. Although he was middle-aged, he was very charming.

He is also the most calm and strategic one among the five hall masters, and his martial arts are unfathomable.

He is also the one who is most eager for the vacant right protector position in the sect.

Therefore, Mo Qingqiu is very experienced when doing things for the White Lotus Sect, without any dragging and without any flaws.

Mo Qingqiu stood up, folded the folding fan on his chest, and said respectfully:

"Reporting to the Saint, when I led the sect members to spy on the enemy, I encountered three bandits around, and I captured them back."

"One of them is a sergeant, I think they know some inside information."

The Saint frowned and said:

"Okay, bring the bandits up."

Two gang members escorted three soldiers in official military uniforms up.

The leader kicked the three men over and shouted:

"Kneel down!"

"Report to the Saint, these are the patrol soldiers that we, led by Master Mo, captured in the villages around Jinan City. The man in the middle is a small sergeant. When he was captured by our subordinates, he wanted to rob the people of their money and sex."

"Very good, thank you brothers."

The saint nodded and said a few words of comfort, then waved her hand to signal the gang to leave.

Even though the saint's throne was a hundred steps away from the three captives, they could still be seen trembling in fear.

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