After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

Three thousand snowflakes fall, and the wind turns my hair white.

There was a roaring fire in the closed hall, and Emperor Ling's relatives were guarding his bed.

Outside the palace, it was all covered in snow. A group of ministers knelt in two rows. Their wide court robes were filled with biting cold wind. The heavy snow dyed their brows white, and the moisture in their eyes was about to turn into ice.

Amid the howling wind and snow, all the officials in the court were guarding their Majesty outside the palace.

"Your Majesty, be blessed—"

"Longevity equals heaven—"

One cry after another, until he was hoarse.

Half a month ago, during lunch, amid the lively conversation, the sound of chopsticks falling from hands and hitting the porcelain bowl was particularly clear.

Everyone at the table paused for a moment, then turned to her with panicked eyes.

"what happened?"

"Where does it hurt?"

Many people's voices were mixed with panic and worry, but Puran could not hear them clearly.

She leaned back in her chair, breathing softly, closed her eyes and shook her head.

A few days ago, I could still lift the small broadsword that my senior brother gave me, but today I couldn’t even lift the chopsticks.

"A little sleepy."

"Just go get some sleep."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bao Fu, who was sitting next to her, immediately picked her up by the waist and carried her back to the bedroom.

The meal came to an abrupt halt halfway through, and a group of people paced anxiously outside the hall.

Only Bodhi and Envy were left guarding the temple.

He tried to transmit spiritual power countless times, wrapped her with spiritual power countless times, trying to protect her breath, but he failed countless times.

How can a deflated balloon become full again?

He had no ability to heal Puran's wounds, nor jealousy.

In the eyes of the doctor, this body is almost dead.

This time, the junior sister closed her eyes and has not woken up since then.

He was extremely thin and his heart beat so slowly that it almost drove these people crazy.

The snow has come, the weather is cold and the ground is frozen, the world is pure white, as if the whole country has hung up soul-guiding flags in advance, and the vast expanse is filled with weeping and mournful banknotes.

The temple was crowded with people burning incense and kowtowing.

Outside the imperial city, countless people were anxious and craning their necks to look inside.

They were thinking of His Majesty, thinking that His Majesty had great fortune and would surely wake up soon.

Chuntao traveled in the snow and wind, and when she arrived, the emperor's condition had worsened. His Majesty's body, which had been cold all along, felt like it was put into a furnace, and it was terribly hot.

The high fever seemed to burn her to ashes.

Chuntao burst into tears and fell on the bed, hugging her.

Several men with dark eyes, sleepless nights and haggard faces were like puppets with their souls taken away, standing there without making any sound.

There was the sound of horse hooves stamping, and with a bang the door was pushed open with great force, so fast that the guards outside the hall didn't have time to stop it.

The man who broke in with black and bright red robes fluttering and a gilded mask on his face was the Supervisor and the Judge.

"His Majesty!!!"

The Overseer gasped and rushed to the bedside, his anxious voice revealing an uncontrollable cry: "Your Majesty, we have a solution!!!"

She took the girl's hot hand, and the snow on her sleeves melted instantly.

The judge stood at the door and shouted with all his strength, his voice like a bell, veins popping out of his forehead in anxiety: "Come in quickly!!!"

With a loud bang, Zong Zheng Yuchi rushed into the hall carrying an old monk.

The arrogant people rolled their eyes with difficulty, their gazes heavy and dully falling on the old monk, and they couldn't help but tighten their fingers hidden in their sleeves.

Maybe there is hope?

The old monk had been carried along the way and had choked on a lot of cold snow. He was now rubbing his chest and coughing, so Zong Zheng Yuchi briefly explained to everyone:

"I met him on the road. He is quite skilled in Taoism and said he came here especially for Your Majesty."

This sentence undoubtedly gave everyone hope.

Bodhi ignored the etiquette and pressed the old monk's arms, anxious as if he would go crazy in the next second: "Come and see His Majesty!"

The old monk was wearing a clean and simple cassock, with long white eyebrows drooping down, a pair of gentle and kind eyes, and a string of sandalwood beads in his hand.

He panted heavily: "Huh... Don't worry, don't worry, let me take a look."

Chuntao and the supervisor stepped back to make room for him.

In fact, people present didn't believe that he could do anything, but they couldn't help but look forward to the possibility that it would still exist, even if it was only a tiny fraction.

The old monk lowered his eyes and looked at him carefully, just watching without taking his pulse. A trace of pity flowed silently in his dark eyes, so fast that it was impossible to catch it.

"Do you know why His Majesty was able to wake up after repairing the sky?"

This question really stumped everyone. Everyone in the room couldn't wait any longer. They were as fragile as porcelain, afraid that another blow would shatter them completely. They hurriedly said:

"Please speak!"

The old monk slowly fiddled with the round sandalwood beads, his voice full of vicissitudes of life: "There is also a rune stone to repair the sky, so she barely retained a wisp of soul."

Without this rune stone, Pu Ran would have had to sacrifice her whole body, but luckily, there was still one piece left, so it reduced her pressure a little, allowing her to regain her soul and wake up to spend some time with her brothers.

"With her body reaching its limit and only a wisp of soul left, it is beyond expectation that she can hold on until now."

"If we talk about saving him now, it's impossible to save him."

These words were undoubtedly like a bolt from the blue, like a basin of cold water poured over them from head to toe, making them dizzy. If they hadn't held on to something, they would have stumbled and fallen to the ground.

Jealousy pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly, his face pale, and his lips trembling: "Is there really no way at all?"

The old monk turned and looked at them, saying, "Fools."

This stone is not a human thing, so why bother to cling to it?

"Your Majesty has completed her merits and she will go to heaven. This soul should be placed beside the Buddha to rest."

"She will be fine, it's just that she will no longer exist in the world."

These words made everyone cry with joy, and all they could hear was this sentence: "She will be fine."

After being stunned for a few moments, Bodhi was surprised and delighted: "Senior... became a Buddha?"

The old monk smiled and said, "No."

Arrogantly hiding his joy, his eyes revealed surprise: "Could it be that he has become an immortal?"

"Of course."

With just one sentence, the whole house instantly felt better.

It's not easy, Pu Xiaoran. You really achieved some results by trying to catch both ends.

The old monk curved his lips, lowered his eyebrows and looked kind: "After she recovers by the Buddha's side, she will go to the Eastern God Realm to be conferred a title."

"The title has been given. She will be the Lingwu Emperor in the future."

The falling bomb would have made a lot of people stupid. Has any emperor in history ever ascended to heaven?

Now they have really produced one from Shattered Sky.

"I know her wish. I will come to pick her up after the New Year."

As he spoke, the old monk raised his palm, and suddenly a jade bottle appeared in his palm.

At this point, no matter how stupid the people in the hall were, they should have reacted.

A group of people knelt down together to express their gratitude for saving their lives and their admiration for Guanyin.

The old monk took out a willow branch from the bottle and gently tapped it. The crystal clear nectar with the power of bringing the dead back to life fell on the girl.

The gentle silver light spreads like moonlight.

He leaned over, reached out and gently stroked the girl's cheek, and said with a sigh: "It's time to wake up."

At the same time, his appearance began to change. The cassock turned into a plain silk robe, and his clear and gentle eyebrows and eyes looked gentle.

When she saw the girl's slender eyelashes trembling, Guanyin seemed to raise her lips and smile silently, her figure was submerged in white light, and she disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.

Before they could recover from the astonishing scene before them, they saw the person they were worried about on the couch open his eyes.