Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

"Strange, why did the bardo lamas come to the White Lotus Sect?"

Seeing the lamas from the Bardo Temple walk into the entrance of the White Lotus Sect, Chun Xiaoman was a little worried, bid farewell to those beggars, and followed quietly.

When he saw Bai Lingmiao's residence where the lamas went, Chun Xiaoman stepped up his pace even more.

Although it is said that these lamas should not do anything in the upper capital, she is still worried.

However, before she could keep up for a long time, a vague sense of death spread from all around, making her scalp numb and her fingers cold to stand where she was.

Chun Xiaoman struggled desperately, wanting to take out the saw and stab sword at her waist, and perform a magical strike, but at this moment, her limbs seemed to be frozen, and she could not move at all.

At this moment, Chun Xiaoman suddenly saw the back of the head in front of her. At first she thought it belonged to a bardo temple lama, but after careful identification, she realized that it was actually her own!

"The one in front is me? Then who am I?"

Chun Xiaoman, who was cold all over, skimmed down vigorously, and was extremely shocked to find that there was nothing in his original body!

"I'm dead? Is this my soul?"

This feeling came and went quickly, the Lama of Zhongyin Temple slowly walked past Xiao Man, Xiao Man bumped into his back uncontrollably, and instantly woke up.

Touching his lost and recovered body, Chun Xiaoman looked at the lamas who had gone away with some fear.

"The methods of these lamas are too weird. What are they doing here?" Chun Xiaoman hastened his pace and ran towards Bai Lingmiao's residence.

"Miaomiao? Are you okay?" Chun Xiaoman asked nervously to Bai Lingmiao who was on the lotus seat.

Bai Lingmiao shook his head lightly, with a very calm expression, as if a very ordinary thing just happened.

"The masters of the bardo temple just wanted to invite a statue of the old mother who had no life back. The bardo temple needs a new Mahakala, so I agreed."

Bai Lingmiao has no reason to refuse to allow more people to believe in Wusheng Laomu, and this is also what Wusheng Laomu means.

Not only that, but in exchange, the Bardo Temple also offered some secret techniques in exchange.

In the future, the believers of the White Lotus Sect will not only know how to fight with gods, but also can borrow the way of death like the lamas in the bardo temple.

Although I heard that refining the secret art of the Bardo-Yin Temple requires extremely high roots, the most important thing that the White Lotus Sect lacks now is people, and they just need to find people from the believers.

Hearing that her friend was fine, Chun Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief, just now she wanted the Bailian believers outside to rob those lamas.

"However, Miaomiao, why did they invite the statue of Wusheng old mother?" Facing their actions, Chun Xiaoman was a little confused.

No matter how you look at this matter, it is because the White Lotus Sect has more benefits, and there are still people rushing to give benefits? Why doesn't she believe it?

As the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus, Bai Lingmiao naturally knew better, especially after she deliberately learned more from Suisui.

But she didn't know how to explain it to Chun Xiaoman. After all, it was related to the way of heaven. Telling her directly might cause bad things.

"Well...how can I tell you..." Just when Bai Lingmiao was troubled, a Bailian believer hurried in from outside the door.

"My lord, the Emperor Daliang has summoned you."

Bai Lingmiao and Chun Xiaoman looked at each other with a hint of doubt on their faces. Some didn't understand what Gao Zhijian was looking for them at this time.

Although she didn't know the reason, but she was her former companion after all, so Bai Lingmiao didn't think too much about it and walked outside.

"I'll stay with you." Chun Xiaoman, a little worried, stepped forward, holding Bai Lingmiao's arm.

The two sat in the exquisite carriage that came out of the palace, and as the copper-clad wheels rolled, the carriage quickly headed towards the gate of the imperial city.

The carriage didn't stop when it reached the gate of the palace, and rushed straight to the inside. The palace guards didn't stop her at all. When Bai Lingmiao came down, a majestic palace appeared in front of her.

Looking at the building in front of him, Bai Lingmiao frowned slightly. It seemed that this place was more suitable for discussing business matters rather than reminiscing about old times.

"Let's go." Bai Lingmiao lifted her long skirt with both hands, raised her white cloth shoes to step on the smooth marble, and walked towards the huge palace in front of her.

The hall was very empty, and as soon as he entered, Bai Lingmiao instantly saw through his keen eyesight the few people who were dining in the center of the hall.

The emperor of Daliang, the Khan of Qingqiu, the emperor of Siqi, the emperor of Houshu, and the emperor of Nanping. The five dragon vein emperors all gathered together and looked at her in unison.

Under the gaze of the five emperors, Bai Lingmiao suddenly felt a mountain-like pressure rushing towards her.

Gao Zhijian behind the table put down the wine bottle in his hand, pointed to the place beside him with a friendly face and said, "Junior Sister Bai, come, let's talk while eating."

When he saw Chun Xiaoman beside Bai Lingmiao, Gao Zhijian's expression paused slightly, and he raised the wine bottle in his hand again, and raised it towards the Emperor Hou Shu on the right.

The emperor's banquet is naturally completely different from the outside, chicken and bean curd soup with green juice, fried water bamboo and asparagus, Buddha jumps over the wall, winter melon and fish meatballs, fried crab roe with sweet-scented osmanthus and shark's fin, scallops and mushrooms.

These dishes are incomparable to outsiders no matter in terms of color, fragrance and taste, and the cooks who are the best at cooking in Quan Daliang have all been received in this imperial dining room. ,

But looking at these delicacies from mountains and seas, Chun Xiaoman thought of the peels that beggars ate before, and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

What is thrown away in this place is precious things that outsiders can't afford.

However, no matter how good these things are, the eyes of every person present did not stay on them.

Bai Lingmiao sat down in front of the table, replaying the scene that just came in. "They didn't wait for me to know that it was ready to eat. This is not like inviting someone to dinner."

"Come on, let me offer a toast to the Holy Maiden. The Holy Maiden of the White Lotus has contributed a lot to this natural disaster." Following Gao Zhijian's words, the other four emperors also raised their wine bottles.

Hearing this, Bai Lingmiao raised his wine glass, swung it around at them, put it to his mouth and narrowed his mouth slightly.

The bitter drink didn't make Bai Lingmiao's face show anything, and when she put down the glass in her hand, she directly said to the Emperor Liang in front of her, "Gao Zhijian, if you have anything to do, just say it directly, we all come here together through thick and thin. Yes, they are all our own people."

"Hahaha." Hearing this, Gao Zhijian laughed heartily, "Not bad, not bad. Back then, we came out of Qingfeng Temple together, eating and sleeping in the open air along the way. Looking back now, I really miss it."

"Since they are all from our own family, then I will not be polite. Today's banquet for Junior Sister Bai is about the White Lotus Sect."

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