Zhu Wuneng scratched his ears and said in surprise: "Are your eyes so sharp?"
Chen Yang shook his head: "That's not a matter of sharp eyes. You can't see us from that angle."
While talking, a group of people clasped their hands together and slowly walked over to a place where the undulating terrain blocked their view in the distance.
The first person was a woman wearing a white robe. Her age could not be discerned. All she could see was the edge of the hood of the white robe, with strands of white hair sneaking out and moving in the wind.
Next to the woman in the white robe, there was a teenager who looked like he had dyed hair, wore nose and lip earrings, and was playing with a loudspeaker in his hand.
Obviously the previous sound came from the help of this loudspeaker.
Behind the woman in white robe, a group of black, white or yellow people, all with their hands clasped together, followed the woman in white robe step by step.
Occasionally, they looked up and saw the back of the woman in white robe, and they all showed reverence.
Just like a believer in Buddhism, when he bows his head and worships, he looks up and sees the Buddha statue emitting thousands of golden lights of merit.
"Reincarnated Goddess!"
Chen Yang, Zhu Wuneng, and Tang Wan immediately laid their eyes on the woman in white robe and confirmed her identity.
Besides Liu Mengniang, the reincarnated goddess, who else can be regarded as a god by the people of the afterlife sect.
"Afterlife!"
One hundred and eighty meters away, the reincarnated goddess stood still, keeping her hands clasped together, and greeted her with a pious tone.
In the Purana school, the recitation of "rebirth" is like the Taoist saying "compassion" and the monk saying "Amitabha".
However, Chen Yang still felt it was harsh.
There were great rivers and mountains, a great spring, beautiful women and delicious food, but he didn't want to die at all.
When the colorful and hairy girl faced the reincarnated goddess, she was pious and well-behaved.
When he turned around and faced Chen Yang and others, he looked carefree and - surly.
That surly air was like a child being beaten by his father. His eyes were like fruit knives, looking back and forth at his father's throat, heart, waist and kidneys...
"Your Majesty sensed that a noble person had touched the sacred mark of the sect, so he led us to greet him."
The hairy girl threw away the loudspeaker and flipped over her hands with two sharp weapons like Emei thorns, holding them upside down in both hands. She leaned forward slightly, as if she could shoot out electricity at any time.
"My name is Yunzi, and I would like to see who wants to mess with the sacred symbols in our sect."
Throughout the whole process, the reincarnated goddess had a compassionate look on her face, as if she pitied all the suffering beings. She looked at Chen Yang and the others without any intention of shouting at Zhi Yunzi.
Zhu Wuneng smashed his mouth, took out a three-edged military thorn from his chubby belly, and tossed it in a fat hand.
"Your fat man used a three-edged spatula to prick blood gourds when he was a teenager. Who are you trying to scare with two toys, you little girl?"
Yunzi's pretty face turned cold, and her petite body pressed down, as if a spring might spring up at any time.
Behind her, the reincarnated goddess remained motionless. The believers were black, white, and yellow. Each of the believers stretched out their arms and grasped the thing they were carrying.
There was a white man dressed as an elite. Chen Yang could easily see a gun in his lifted suit.
Zhu Wuneng naturally saw it too, but neither he nor Chen Yang had any fear on their faces.
"Hey~, misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding."
Suddenly, a drake's voice came from behind the person who had passed away.