Wu Bei snorted: "It doesn't matter! I'm not afraid that they will come, but I'm afraid that they won't come. As long as they come, I will have a way to deal with them!"
After Feinge reported his report, he took his leave.
Wu Bei returned to the palace and found a sign written at the entrance of the palace with the words "Reside in the Temple".
He smiled, knowing that this must be the work of Zhang Xiling and those people, so he didn't say anything.
Entering the hall, four maids bowed down and bowed down. They were the best ones selected by Du Xing from the forty-eight female disciples to serve as Wu Bei's personal attendants.
These four women have extremely beautiful looks and excellent figures, and all of them are talented. Their life experiences are also extraordinary, and they are all daughters of wealthy families.
"See the leader!"
Wu Bei nodded and said, "Please tell me your name."
A woman with very fair skin was of European race, with blond hair and blue eyes, and her eyes were as gentle as water. She knelt down and worshiped Wu Bei: "Slave Mulan, please see the leader."
Wu Bei smiled and said: "Your name is Mulan? Do you know that Lin Lan is an ancient person?"
The woman said: "I know that Mulan's name was given to me by Hall Master Du."
Wu Bei then remembered that people who came here were not allowed to use their real names, so he said nothing more and nodded.
The second woman stepped forward. She had a wheat complexion and was petite. She was a beauty from Luzon, only seventeen years old. She had well-proportioned bones and delicate facial features. In addition to being pretty, her eyebrows were also a bit naughty.
She knelt on the ground, kissed the upper part of Wu Bei's shoe, and said respectfully: "My servant dances lightly to bow to the leader."
Wu Bei saw that the four girls were all wearing black robes, which was really wasting their graceful bodies, so he said: "You can change into the clothes you like later, no need to be restrained."
The four women said in unison: "Yes."
At this time, the third beauty came forward, and it was obvious that she was from Yanlong, with a standard oval face and the appearance of a classical oriental beauty. As soon as she spoke, her watery voice made Wu Bei's bones feel lighter.
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"The beauty of the slave family, please see the leader, may the leader be blessed."
Wu Bei nodded and said: "Hongyan, judging from your accent, are you from Hakka?"
Hongyan nodded: "The leader has a good ear. Hongyan lived in Yundong until she was ten years old."
Wu Beidao: "That's right."
The fourth woman is also a Yanlong beauty. She has fair skin and has the largest breasts among the four women. Therefore, she cannot walk fast, otherwise it will be really rough.
This woman was naturally charming, and she was no worse than Li Mei, who had a naturally charming body. His heart was shaken, and he took the initiative to ask her: "What is your name?"
The woman prostrated herself on the ground: "Little female jade slave, please see the leader."
Wu Beidao: "Okay. From now on, you will be my maids."
Murong Jiao came to Jusheng Temple at this time. When she saw the four beauties, she immediately shouted: "Hey! You are going too far. How can there be so many beauties around you!"
Wu Beidao: "I am the leader of the Black Sky Cult. Isn't it normal to have several beautiful maids around me?"
Murong Jiao snorted: "Anyway, you are going too far!"
Wu Bei ignored her and said to the four girls: "Her name is Murong Jiao and she will be with me in the near future."
The four maids said in unison: "Yes."
Then he waved his hand: "You should step back first."
The four girls stepped back, and Murong Jiao smiled and said, "Why, are you embarrassed to sleep with them while I'm here?"
Wu Bei sneered: "Do I need to deliberately sleep with them? They are just maids who warm my bed."
Murong Jiao snorted: "None of you men are good!"
Wu Bei was too lazy to pay attention to her and said, "I want to go out for a walk. Just stay there and don't run around."
Murong Jiao said: "I'll go too!"
She thought that Wu Bei must be looking for those beauties when he went there. Based on the principle of destroying good things, she naturally refused to leave them.
Wu Bei shrugged: "Okay, if you want to follow, just follow. Don't be scared and cry for a while."
He took the Miluo umbrella and walked towards a palace. Many of these palaces were uninhabitable, which he thought was a waste. It would be a pity if no one could live in a good house.
According to Mengze, in these palaces where strange things happened, a leader once sacrificed himself inside. Wu Bei felt that there must be some reason for this.
He walked towards the palace closest to the Jusheng Temple, called Fusheng Palace. The style of the palace obviously had strong characteristics of the palace owner.
Entering the main hall, Wu Bei saw that all the furniture in the hall was made of wood, and they were all made of the finest golden nanmu and huanghuali wood, with a long-lasting wood fragrance.
Fortunately, these palaces are normal during the day, and nothing strange happens. Therefore, there will be people cleaning during the day, and the palace is clean and tidy.
Around the main hall, a large number of precious calligraphy and paintings are hung, and the antiques of various dynasties are displayed on the ancient shelves. These antiquities are regularly inspected by professionals, so they are very well preserved.
When Wu Bei entered the main hall, his eyes lit up and he said: "It is a pity that such a good place cannot be inhabited."
At this moment, a plume of black smoke suddenly rose from the ground not far away. The black smoke condensed into a human shape and floated towards Wu Bei.
Murong Jiao screamed in fright and hid behind Wu Bei.
Wu Bei's face was expressionless. He put on the black sky mask. Through the mask, he saw that the black smoke was actually a twisted and extremely painful soul. His pain was so intense that a channel was formed around it. That channel
Within it, traces of Black Sky's divine power flowed in.
His heart moved, and he said to Lord Krishna: "God Krishna, you have tricked these former leaders quite miserably."
Krishna said calmly: "They offered sacrifices voluntarily, I never forced them."
Wu Bei: "You caused them immense pain, and then used their resentment to open a channel so that your divine power could enter this world. Am I right?"
Krishna: "Exactly."
Wu Bei: "They are your loyal supporters after all. It would be chilling to end up like this."
Lord Krishna: "I am about to free them."
Wu Bei's heart moved: "Oh? How do you say this?"
Krishna: "The souls you sacrificed before are very powerful. I am making them into formation souls. Once the formation souls are completed, they can replace these people and transfer my power to your world."
Wu Bei: "No wonder you need me to sacrifice a powerful soul. That's what you do."
Black Sky God: "When the time comes, you have to help me place the nine formation souls in nine locations in this world. When the nine souls are complete, we can form the Black Sky Array. In this way, my powerful incarnation,
It will come to the world where you are."
Wu Bei was a little wary: "What are you doing here?"
"I will naturally not come to such a shabby place. However, there is no harm in leaving a way out." Krishna said.
Wu Bei nodded and said to the twisted soul: "I will rescue you soon. Don't do anything wrong again."
After hearing his words, the soul calmed down and returned to the image of a man. He bowed to Wu Bei, then dispersed into black smoke, sank to the ground and disappeared.
Wu Bei went to nine palaces in a row. In each palace, there was a painful soul. However, after learning that he could be freed, these souls calmed down and stopped making trouble.
There are nine palaces, and their successive owners have collected a large number of precious works of art from that time, which are stored in the palaces.