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Chapter 693 Extra Chapter: Rama's Journey to the West: Guiding the Way, Lakshmana Transforms into a White Horse!
call out!
Hanuman's long tail billowed, its golden fur swirling in the wind as it flew westward.

Rama leaped up and landed on Hanuman's head, as if standing on a golden mountain, gazing into the distance, but could not find Sita's figure, or even see him.

"where?"

Hanuman immediately panicked.

As the son of the wind god, he was blessed by his father, the wind god Fayou, with the ability to ride the wind and fly to any place in the world where there is wind in an instant.

But at this moment, he could not find his mistress Sita.

Was he not flying fast enough to catch up with the evil god who had abducted the mistress?!
Hanuman thought to himself.

His eyes reddened, and he immediately urged the gale to rage. In an instant, the gale howled, and they flew out of this land and into the cosmos. Countless cosmic stars swept past them, but he still did not see Sita's figure.

"Lord!"

"Have you seen the mistress?"

"Hanuman asked."

Rama remained silent.

At that moment, Hanuman clenched his fists tightly, his upper arms tense, his muscles bulging. He was filled with anger and grief at his own powerlessness, his eyes reddened, and he was about to shed tears.

"It's fine!"

Rama comforted Hanuman.

He gazed into the distance, as if looking at the end of the universe, but still could not find Sita's figure.

Where? Where? Where?!
Rama was anxious. They flew on and on, traversing the vast and boundless universe, passing through countless stars and celestial bodies, but they still could not find Sita.

He closed his eyes, calmed himself down, and fell into meditative contemplation.

Sita doesn't seem to be here!
He was searching, searching for traces of Sita deep within his own heart.

"Hanuman!"

"Let's go back first!"

Rama's Path.

Hanuman looked astonished.

But he had absolute faith in the judgment of the Great Rama. His long golden tail streaked across the dark universe, creating a golden horizon, before he spun around and flew back towards the four continents.

Before long, they returned to the four continents and landed on the border of the kingdom of Ayodhya.

boom!
Rama leaped down, bending one knee slightly, and crashed to the ground in a half-kneeling position, producing a dull thud and raising plumes of smoke.

Hanuman landed as well, stood on the ground, took a few deep sniffs, felt the scent in the wind, looked westward again, and murmured softly.

"I can sense it, the Mistress's presence!"

"The west!"

"But why can't we find it even after flying over?"

Hanuman looked puzzled.

Just then, a dog's bark suddenly rang out.

Wang!Wang!Wang!
The sounds of barking dogs echoed through the air.

Rama looked in the direction of the sound and immediately saw a large dog with long limbs, snow-white fur, and black spots on its eyebrows, making it look like it had four eyes.

Wang Wang!

The white dog barked at them twice, then headed west. After walking a dozen steps, seeing that Rama was still in the same spot, it barked again.

"It seems like he's reminding us to follow!"

"Let's go, let's follow."

Rama's Path.

Hanuman looked puzzled. They hadn't even found their mistress yet, so why were they following a dog?
The two people and the dog walked slowly forward.

Hanuman followed slowly behind.

But as they walked on the earth, Hanuman could still feel the presence of his mistress in the wind.

"Lord!"

"I sensed the presence of the Mistress again, in the west!"

Hanuman said.

At this moment, Rama looked at the snow-white dog and suddenly realized that this must be the guidance of the gods.

"May I ask which of the Vedas is here to guide me?"

Rama clasped his hands together and smiled.

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft white light shone above the white dog's head. The light drifted like water, and a majestic figure wearing golden armor, a bright red cloak, and holding a vajra could be vaguely seen in the distance.

"!!!"

“Praise be to Indra!” Rama said, pressing his palms together.

Indra nodded slowly.

The next moment, the white dog vanished without a trace.

Hanuman stood to the side, watching this scene in astonishment. "Indra, has the Venerable One come to guide us?"

Rama shook his head slightly.

"???"

Hanuman guessed that Indra had come to guide them, but what exactly did he guide them to?

He scratched his chin in confusion, unable to figure out what it meant.

Swish!
Hanuman couldn't help but look at Rama.

Rama finally managed a slight smile.

"Hanuman!"

"Look at your feet!"

Rama's Path.

Following Rama's gaze, Hanuman looked down and saw golden footprints gradually emerging below, spreading westward.

"The villain who kidnapped Sita may be a god from another world. He can probably only reach the place of the Western god by walking on the earth and measuring the world with his footsteps. He cannot fly there."

Rama pondered.

"Walk over there?"

Hanuman was slightly startled.

The journey there would be extremely treacherous and certainly not easy.

But Hanuman soon smiled smugly.

"Lord!"

"I'll stay with you!"

Hanuman said.

Rama looked westward and nodded slowly.

……

the other side.

Ayodhya, outside the capital.

Lakshmana, carrying a bow and arrows, walked barefoot along the banks of the Salashvati River.

His expression was sorrowful and distressed.

From childhood to adulthood, he had never been separated from his brother Rama. The two of them were like Vishnu and Shesha, never apart. Even when Rama banished him into the forest, Lakshman followed closely behind.

But now they are separated!
An overwhelming sadness welled up in Roshman's heart.

His expression was sorrowful, and he clasped his hands together in reverence towards the Salashvati River.

"Goddess of Wisdom, Goddess Salivata!"

“My brother and I have never been separated. Whether I go to cultivate myself or go into exile, I am willing to follow my brother.”

"Without my brother, I have left life!"

"Yes, Rama, my brother, is my meaning. How can I see him go through danger alone? I should not let him go through danger alone."

Roshmana gazed at the great river, murmuring softly as he spoke to the Salashvati River.

The next moment, he sat cross-legged by the river.

"I want to protect him, I will protect him!"

"God, please grant my wish!"

Roshman slowly closed his eyes.

For a moment, he shut down his five senses and entered a deep meditation of Samadhi. The fire of Samadhi gradually burned on his body, but his body did not burn to ashes. Instead, it began to change.

Wow!
Roshmana disappeared, and his loincloth gradually shrank and slipped off.

Underneath this waistband.

A large, snow-white serpent crawled out, its pink tongue flicking out, radiating a sacred glow, and slowly disappeared into the Salashvatti River.

Soaked in the waters of this river of wisdom.

hiss! ! !
With a resounding neigh, the snow-white serpent coiled its body and instantly transformed into a pure white horse, which trod on the water and galloped westward.

"Brother, I'm here!"

(End of this chapter)