"Strange, why did the lama of the Bardoin Temple come to the White Lotus Sect?"
Seeing the lama from the Bardoin Temple walking into the entrance of the White Lotus Sect, Chun Xiaoman was a little worried. She said goodbye to the beggars and followed him quietly.
When he saw Bai Lingmiao's residence where the lama went, Chun Xiaoman stepped up his pace even more.
Although it was said that these lamas would not take action in Shangjing City, she was still worried.
However, before she could catch up, a vague sense of death spread from all around, making her scalp numb and her fingers cold as she stood there.
Chun Xiaoman struggled desperately, trying to take out the saw sword from her waist and strike, but at this moment, her limbs seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all.
At this moment, Chun Xiaoman suddenly saw the back of a head in front of her. At first she thought it belonged to the lama of the Bardo Temple, but after careful identification, she realized that it actually belonged to her!
"Is that me in front? Then who am I?"
Chun Xiaoman, who was feeling cold all over, skimmed down with all his strength, and was extremely shocked to find that there was nothing on his original body!
"I...died? Is this my soul?"
This feeling went away as quickly as it came. In the middle, the Yin Temple Lama slowly walked past Xiao Man. Xiao Man uncontrollably bumped into his back and woke up instantly.
After touching his recovered body, Chun Xiaoman looked at the lamas who were leaving in the distance with some fear.
"The methods of these lamas are so weird. What are they doing here?" Chun Xiaoman quickly quickened his pace and ran towards Bai Lingmiao's residence.
"Miaomiao? Are you okay?" Chun Xiaoman nervously asked Bai Lingmiao who was sitting on the lotus seat.
Bai Lingmiao shook his head gently, his expression very calm, as if a very ordinary thing had just happened.
"The masters from the Bardo Temple came here just to invite a statue of the Inanimate Mother back. The Bargo Temple needs a new Mahakala, so I agreed."
Bai Lingmiao has no reason to refuse if more people believe in Wusheng Laomu, and this is also what Wusheng Laomu means.
Not only that, in exchange, the Bardoin Temple also offered some secret techniques in exchange.
In the future, believers of the White Lotus Sect will not only know how to fight with gods, but they will also be able to borrow the Way of Death just like the lamas of the Bardo Temple.
Although it is said that refining the secret techniques of the Bardo Yin Temple requires extremely high skills, the most important thing the White Lotus Sect lacks now is people, and they can just find them directly from the believers.
Chun Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that her friend was fine. Just now she wanted the White Lotus believers outside to rob those lamas.
"But, Miaomiao, why did they invite the statue of the Inanimate Mother?" Faced with their actions, Chun Xiaoman was a little confused.
No matter how you look at this matter, the White Lotus Sect has more benefits, and there are actually people rushing to give them benefits? Why doesn't she believe it?
As the White Lotus Saint, Bai Lingmiao naturally knows more, especially after she deliberately learned more about it from Suisui.
But she didn't know how to explain it to Chun Xiaoman. After all, this was related to the law of heaven. Telling her directly might cause bad things.
"Well...how can I tell you..." Just when Bai Lingmiao was troubled, a Bailian believer at the door hurriedly walked in from outside.
"My Lady, the Emperor of Liang has summoned you."
Bai Lingmiao and Chun Xiaoman looked at each other, with a trace of confusion on their faces. They didn't understand what Gao Zhijian wanted to do with them at this time.
Although he didn't know the reason, he was his former companion after all, so Bai Lingmiao didn't think too much and walked outside.
"I'll stay with you." Chun Xiaoman, who was a little worried, walked forward and took Bai Lingmiao on his arm.
The two of them got on the exquisite carriage that came out of the palace. As the copper-clad wheels rolled, the carriage quickly ran towards the gate of the imperial city.
The carriage did not stop when it reached the palace gate and rushed directly inside. The palace guards did not stop it 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. This place seemed more suitable for discussing business rather than reminiscing about old times.
"Let's go." Bai Lingmiao lifted up her long skirt with both hands, raised her feet wearing white cloth shoes and stepped on the smooth marble, walking towards the huge palace in front of her.
The hall was very empty. As soon as he entered, Bai Lingmiao used his keen eyesight to instantly see clearly the people 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.
Under the gazes of the five emperors, Bai Lingmiao suddenly felt a mountain-like pressure rushing towards her.
Gao Zhijian, who was behind the table, put down the wine bottle in his hand, pointed to the place beside him in a friendly manner and said, "Junior Sister Bai, come here, let's talk while we eat."
When he saw Chun Xiaoman next to Bai Lingmiao, Gao Zhijian's expression paused slightly, and he raised the wine bottle in his hand again towards the Emperor of Hou Shu on the right.
The emperor's banquet was naturally completely different from the outside, including chicken and bean flower soup with green sauce, stir-fried wild rice asparagus, Buddha jumping over the wall, winter melon and fish meatballs, stir-fried shark's fin with crab roe and osmanthus, and braised mushrooms with scallops.
These dishes are unparalleled in terms of appearance, flavor, and taste. The best cooks in Daliang have all been sent to the imperial dining room.
But looking at these delicacies, Chun Xiaoman thought of the peel that the beggar ate before, and suddenly felt bad in his heart.
What this place throws out is precious stuff that people outside can’t afford.
However, no matter how good these things are, the eyes of everyone present are not lingering on them.
Bai Lingmiao sat down in front of the table and reviewed the scene he had just come in. "They knew they were starting to eat before I waited. This is not like inviting someone to a meal."
"Come, let me offer a toast to the Saint. This natural disaster can be over, and the White Lotus Saint is indispensable." As Gao Zhijian said this, the other four emperors also raised their wine bottles.
After hearing this, Bai Lingmiao raised the wine glass, shook it around them, put it to his mouth and took a small sip.
The bitter drink did not show anything on Bai Lingmiao's face. When she put down the wine glass in her hand, she went straight to the point and said to Emperor Daliang in front of her: "Gao Zhijian, if you have something to do, just say it directly. We all share the same joys and sorrows.
They are all our own people."
"Hahaha." Hearing this, Gao Zhijian laughed heartily, "That's right, that's right. Back then, we came out of Qingfengguan together and slept in the open air along the way. Looking back now, I really miss it."
"Since we are all our own people, I won't be polite. Today's banquet for Junior Sister Bai is about the White Lotus Sect."