"I don't take the orders seriously. I just have something I want to ask the immortal to explain to me."
The daimyo waved his hands with a smile, his chubby cheeks almost squeezing his eyes into thin slits. The white clone looked at the other party like this. Although he didn't want to play any riddles, he still had to endure it for the time being, put down the wine glass, and put on a listening expression.
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"I know that immortals have vast supernatural powers, the ability to navigate the heavens and the earth, and the power to see into the underworld. They can create life and death, human flesh and white bones, with just the effort of a hand. They can change the sky and the earth with a thought, which is also the result of turning the palm of a hand."
"Even the dead can be brought back to life if you want."
A bunch of flattery was poured into her ears, and the white clone raised her eyebrows, looking a little confused. She didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in the famous gourd. I'm afraid she was doing nothing to praise herself so much.
"You may not know that I am eighty-three this year, and my physical condition is deteriorating. I will be buried in the grave soon. My poor sons only know how to fight for power, which is really worrying."
After praising him, the daimyo changed the topic and gently wiped the corners of his eyes while speaking. Although he acted very fake, the white clone could still see that the other party was still somewhat worried when he said this.
"The situation in the Kingdom of Wind is not peaceful. There are powerful enemies watching from outside, and there are disputes between princes inside. If I pass away at this time, hundreds of millions of people will surely fall into a situation that is beyond redemption. This is completely foreseeable."
Having said this, the daimyo paused and secretly glanced at the white clone. Seeing that there was no reaction, he simply worried and said cautiously: "So, what I want to know is, immortal...do you have a way to live forever?"
The daimyo's thoughts were clearly revealed at this point. When the white clone heard the words, the corner of his mouth curled up. He did not answer directly yet. He only tapped his fingers on the table and asked with a half-smile: "So what if there is? What if there is no?"
There is a door!
The daimyo suddenly trembled in his heart, and a few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he still forced himself to remain calm, and put on the same smiling expression without answering directly: "I know that immortals do not seek wealth or profit, but only like fame, so why not
so……"
"As long as you can meet my needs, I am willing to canonize you as a witch of the gods, leading the throne of gods, above all people, worshiping the people of my country of wind day and night, and enjoying the incense of this world forever, what do you think?"
It has to be said that the daimyo has a very accurate grasp of his pursuit. This fat old man is really a talent. If the daimyo of the Fire Nation in the α world line were as knowledgeable as him, wouldn't there be a capitalist revolution?
Thinking like this, the white clone was naturally tempted. She unconsciously stroked her chin and pondered. After a moment, she realized that this clone had no beard and was a woman.
"Well, that's right, but let's forget about the Godly Miko..." Noticing the anxiety in the daimyo's eyes, the white clone smiled and waved his hand, explaining: "I forgot to mention, I am actually a man."
"So, I prefer the term National Master to the title of Miko."
"I don't know what your thoughts are, Your Excellency Daimyo?"
The daimyo doesn't care whether the white clone is male or female, or whether he is called a master or a miko. For him, there is only one most important thing at the moment, and the immortal has already agreed to it!
He stood up with a huff. He accidentally knocked off the wine glass and smashed it into pieces on the ground. The daimyo didn't care. He only focused his eyes on the white clone. After taking a deep breath, he asked in a trembling voice:
"National Master, what should I do?"
The white clone also stood up and replied with a smile:
"You don't have to do anything, just witness the miracle."
After saying that, his index finger emitted a little light and pointed at the daimyo's forehead. The latter nervously opened his eyes wide with anticipation, while the white clone closed his eyes and meditated. On the surface, he was sensing something, but it was really just pretending.
What is really sensing is the four-dimensional body hidden in another dimension.
The real need of the daimyo is to extend his life. Although the white clone cannot improve his life essence by manipulating genetic mutations like Alaya, she can go back in time, make the other person younger, and extend his life from the side.
Although it is time retrieval, the white clone still has no use for countercurrent. After all, countercurrent will not only erase the memory, but the length of time for retrospection is also extremely limited, which is far less powerful and efficient than the time interception function.
To this day, under the constant nourishment of the power of faith, with the strength of the white clone's mental power, if she interferes with a mortal's timeline with all her strength, regardless of the consumption, she can directly intercept the time when the other person was born.
Of course, as far as the transaction is concerned, this is obviously impossible.
Therefore, five minutes later, when the four-dimensional body tracked the daimyo to about fifty years old, her choice was to make a discount and trace the daimyo's age back to sixty years old.
"That's it."
Slowly opening his eyes, the white clone retracted his fingers and nodded slightly. Upon seeing this, the daimyo took a few steps back, moved his hands and feet with excitement, twisted his waist, and finally jumped, his fat body trembling wildly.
"It seems... I've become a little more comfortable and a lot more flexible."
After a long time, the daimyo finally calmed down. After some examination, he clearly felt the changes in his body, as if he was ten years younger. Although there were still some shortcomings, this just showed:
Immortals only care about extending life and nothing else.
"You should be aware, right? Your age has returned to about sixty years old, and your original age is eighty-three years old. In other words, I gave you twenty-three years of life."
The white clone walked slowly to the daimyo with his hands behind his back, slowly opened the palm of his right hand, shaped an ice mirror, pointed it at the daimyo's face, and let him take a closer look at his current appearance.
Through the picture reflected in the ice mirror, Daimyo quickly came to the conclusion that he had indeed become younger. Whether it was wrinkles, the number of age spots, or other subtle factors, this could be proven everywhere.
So, he turned his attention to the white clone's face and said seriously:
"National Master, I will be a good collaborator."
Although the white clone only gave him twenty-three years of life, from the daimyo's perspective, the other party was not unable to give more, but was just waiting for him to fulfill his promise after showing sincerity.
"About the matter of canonization, I want to hear your specific arrangements." The white clone didn't respond. He put away the ice mirror, sat down again, and waved to the daimyo. The latter quickly came closer, as if he had already planned it, and quickly
road:
"National Master, although I can directly promote this matter by issuing a decree, if you want the people to truly worship you, you still need to use some means and cooperate with the government to achieve the effect of pretending to be real."
"Fake the real thing?" With a sidelong glance at the name, the white clone sneered: "You have just seen my ability. Do you think it is fake? Or do you think I am deceiving you?"
Realizing that the white clone was expressing dissatisfaction, the daimyo hurriedly shook his head and said: "Of course I can trust the Imperial Master, but the people are generally ignorant and only believe what they see with their own eyes. I'm afraid they won't be able to understand your magical powers."
"Compared with opening a medical clinic to treat terminal illnesses and increase life expectancy, I believe more in creating sensational and eye-catching events to fully express your divine power."
"In this way, both efficiency and effectiveness will be greatly improved."