Wei Langyi noticed that Lu Weiman's breath was different, and earnestly said that he wanted to carry her, but Lu Weiman refused on the grounds of exercise.

Among the tourists who had just been thrown behind them, there were people carrying people up the mountain, but it was a young man carrying an old woman on his back, and it seemed that the son should carry his mother up the mountain to pray for blessings.

She's an adult ...... Girl, let's go by yourself.

Halfway up the steps, she couldn't keep up at all, and the two cultivators slowed down their ascent in order to take care of her.

Lu Weiman was a little reluctant, and when Wei Langyi asked to carry her again, she didn't refuse.

Facts have proved that Wei Langyi is still as easy as usual with her on her back, and even walks like a fly, much faster than before.

When the three of them reached the top of the mountain, the sun was still a face away from the middle of the sky.

Lu Weiman saw the statue facing the temple gate at a glance, except for the pair of huge wings that were spread, the rest of the parts were no different from people. Red-haired and shawl, wrapped in red, the wings were red except for the longest ones whose ends were golden.

Akabane, Akabane, I didn't expect the hair to be red too. It's all fiery red, and it looks quite festive.

The Yuxian Hall is located in the middle of the mountaintop, and the three or two people who have just come out to pray for blessings are empty at this time.

The three of them walked into the hall, and Lu Weiman found that there was a table on the east side of the hall, and there was a little boy sitting behind him, looking younger than her, estimated to be only eight or nine years old, white and tender, with his eyes closed, silent, as if he was asleep.

There was a stack of white ribbons and a stack of red ribbons in front of him, and I don't know what they were used for.

Fang Xuan knelt on the futon first, covering his heart with his hands, muttering in his mouth, like a devout believer.

Lu Weiman vaguely heard the words "mother" and "healed".

Wei Langyi greeted and knelt on the futon.

Lu Weiman did the same, knelt down on the futon next to him, covered his hands in his heart, looked up at the feather fairy above, and thought about what he should wish.

Wei Langyi next to him had words, and his voice was much louder than Fang Xuan.

"Disciple Wei Langyi, I implore Lord Yuxian to bless the disciple's aunt Wei Yunshan and uncle Lu Mu to ascend to Bliss as soon as possible and ...... as soon as possible Bless the disciple's cousin Lu Weiman with a long life and a smooth life......"

Lu Weiman now finally knew why Wei Langyi brought her to the Yuxian Palace.

When I was looking for her before, I only said that I would go out to play and relax.

In front of him, he was just a young man who had just shed his childishness, fifteen or sixteen years old, more than ten years younger than her brother in her previous life.

But treat her as warm as a brother.

Lu Weiman retracted his gaze, looked up at the Yu Immortal above, and silently said in his heart: Lord Yu Xian, if you really have a spirit, I hope you will bless all the people who love me and care about me to be able to do everything as they wish, be happy every day, and never encounter troubles.

After reading it, he kowtowed three times reverently.

Lu Weiman thought that this would be fine, but when he got up, he found that Fang Xuan was leaning over and half-lying in front of the table on the east side, as if he was writing something.

Wei Langyi gently took her arm and brought her to Fang Xuan's side.

Fang Xuan was holding a pen and writing on a red ribbon.

The little boy behind the table still had his eyes closed, as if he didn't feel the presence of others.

After Fang Xuan finished writing, Wei Langyi took the pen in her hand, dipped it in ink, and wrote on a white ribbon, "Aunt Wei Yunshan, Uncle Lu Mu ascended to Bliss early, and entered reincarnation early."

After writing, he took a red ribbon and wrote "Cousin Lu Weiman has a long life and no disaster......

Lu Weiman immediately understood that the white ribbon was written for the dead, and the red ribbon was written for the living.