Ximen Hao's mirror image shook for a while, but he didn't expect his own mirror image to be so charming.
"That... we'll talk about this later. Now I'm leaving you with an important thing!"
"Your Majesty, please give me your instructions."
"After some time, there will be a man named Cao Zhi who will become Suzuki Shi's staff. Please pay attention. When he arrives, you can pick up. I have given him the password. He will tell you what to do when the time comes. Wait.
Once this is done, you can leave."
"Can I really leave?"
Ozema said excitedly.
She has really had enough of living such a fearful life, fearing that her identity will be exposed and she will die without a burial place!
"Why, I, the majestic Emperor of the Qing Kingdom, are still lying to you?"
Ximen Hao's face was straight, and his mirror image exuded a sense of majesty.
Ozema shivered and hit her head heavily on the tatami:
"I don't dare!"
"Xiao Zema, work hard, and the benefits you will get in the future will be beyond your imagination. Okay, I'm leaving, and I'll contact you later. You... also have to be careful."
"brush!"
Ximen Hao's mirror image disappeared.
Ozema knelt on the spot in a daze, looking at the empty room.
"He... told me to be careful, but he actually cared about me..."
…
"Brother, how's it going?"
Ji Mengmeng kept waiting, she wanted to know how the other party was going to play.
Ximen Hao rubbed his eyebrows. He really hadn't thought about what to do. He suddenly felt that his coming this time would not have any effect other than attracting the firepower of the strong Japanese.
"Mad! How about we go back?"
"Brother! Why do you have to go back! We just came here!"
Ji Mengmeng pouted her little mouth and said.
"What are we not going to do? There is the Sirius Special Forces here in the defense area, and Cao Zhi is in charge of Suzuki Shi's side. What else can we do? Go back and make little people!"
"Create a little person? Big brother, you can't."
Ji Mengmeng touched her belly and glanced at Ximen Hao carefully.
"Fuck! I can't do it? Okay! I'll let you see if Master Hao can do it tonight!"
Ximen Hao picked up Ji Mengmeng and went straight to the bedroom.
"No, big brother! It still hurts from yesterday...ah..."
…
The next day, everyone was woken up by a loud noise.
Ximen Hao slowly opened his eyes. Ji Mengmeng had been tidied up by him all night last night and was already exhausted. Even though it was a mess outside, there was no sign of waking up.
After putting on clothes, he left the room and found that Wuyan and Zhao Yunlong had just been quarreled out.
"Your Majesty... Young Master, you are awake."
Zhao Yunlong walked to Ximen Hao and said hello.
"Okay, don't always be so polite in the future, so as not to be suspected by others. Do you know what's going on outside? Why is it so chaotic?"
Ximen Hao said as he walked out.
"I don't know, I'm just going out to take a look."
Zhao Yunlong replied.
"It's really ink stains. Can't you just look at them outside?"
Wuyan looked down at the two grown men, then pulled off his cloak and walked out.
Ximen Hao and Zhao Yunlong looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders at the same time, and walked out together.
The owner of the inn and the maid had already run outside, so they didn't see anyone along the way.
When everyone got outside, they found that both sides of the street were crowded with people. From the other end, there was a sedan covered by white sand, carried by eight beautiful women.
In the front were dozens of women in white carrying flower baskets and scattering petals, while in the back were dozens of white-clothed guards holding weapons.
Wherever they passed, the people cheered and cheered, as if they were catching up with the emperor on his inspection tour!
"Saint! Saint! Saint..."
The people shouted loudly, and some even held tributes and knelt on the ground to worship.
"What the hell is this from?"
Ximen Hao couldn't help but curse.
"This distinguished guest, please do not slander the saint!"
The innkeeper listened for a long time and turned to look at Ximen Hao with a somewhat unhappy tone.
"Saint? Boss, please tell me."
Ximen Hao threw a small cloth bag over, with the Yuan Stone inside.
Unexpectedly, the boss actually threw the Yuan Stone back to Ximen Hao and said piously:
"It is our mission to preach the White Lotus Way to you outsiders. To charge a fee is to blaspheme the White Lotus Way and the Saint."
"..."
Ximen Hao was speechless, what the hell is this Bailian Dao? So awesome?
"Okay, I apologize for my recklessness just now. Can you tell me about the great White Lotus Way?"
Ximen Hao looked like he wanted to become a believer, which made the boss smile.
"This distinguished guest, you don't know Bailian Dao. You must be from outside, right?"
The boss said politely.
"Yes, I am from Qingguo. I am a businessman. I have just taken over my family's business and am going abroad for the first time."
Ximen Hao said without blinking.
The boss nodded, merchants from Qingguo are very common here.
"White Lotus Road is a revered Taoist temple in our Japanese country. It promotes truth, goodness, and beauty. It educates us to be kind to others, protects us from good weather, and bestows blessings on us."
Ximen Hao raised his eyebrows upon hearing this. There is no religion like Buddhism in this foreign world, and he has never heard of any sect. This world respects strength.
However, this Bailian Dao made him a little curious.
After all, those warriors practice and study martial arts every day, who has the heart to believe in the White Lotus Dao!
"Boss, can we join Bailian Dao?"
"Dear guests, you don't need to join the White Lotus Way, you just need to believe in it. But from the looks of you, you should be warriors. Generally, warriors rarely believe in the White Lotus Way. They just know how to kill and bully ordinary people like us. The White Lotus Way is
The faith of us ordinary people.”
The boss's words answered Ximen Hao's doubts.
"Hey, that holy girl, and those men and women in white, they are all warriors."
Wuyan suddenly whispered in Ximen Hao's ear.
"I see."
Ximen Hao gradually understood, and then asked his boss again:
"Does Bailiandao ask you for money?"
When the boss heard this, his face suddenly turned down again, and he said displeasedly:
"How could Bailian Dao like those copper-smelling things! That would tarnish the purity of the saint. If you want to contribute to Bailian Dao, you can contribute one to several yuan stones, otherwise don't slander the hearts of ordinary people like us.
pure!"
As he said that, the team also arrived here. Sure enough, in the team, there was a man and a woman on both sides carrying a box. From time to time, someone would throw one or several Yuan stones into the box.
Of course, some people tried to throw some gold and silver, but they were ejected by the restrictions at the mouth of the box.
"The pure saint only comes to Hengbin City once every half a year. I would like to offer my most sincere blessings."
When the innkeeper saw the team coming, he took out a small cloth bag, as if he had been given a shot of blood, which was exactly the fifty yuan stones that Ximen Hao had paid for the room yesterday.
With a wave of his hand, the Yuanshi bag was thrown into the box.