"How to wake up?"
After hearing Song Ziyu's question, the Immortal King slowly raised his withered left hand and pointed his finger at the white-haired woman's forehead.
An almost undetectable spiritual light slowly poured into the white-haired woman's head.
This scene made Song Ziyu's scalp numb.
For some reason, an ancient poem came to Song Ziyu's mind: The immortal touches my head and knots my hair to grant immortality.
"I have tampered with her consciousness, and now I have planted in her mind the idea of only taking orders from you... You are her master now." The Immortal King said slowly.
Following this moment, the body of the Immortal King turned out to be illusory and transparent.
Just when Song Ziyu was confused, the white-haired woman slowly opened her eyes and was looking around curiously with dull eyes.
"Where am I??????????????" The woman's voice was as ethereal as an oriole.
The King of Immortality pointed at Song Ziyu and said slowly to the woman: "He is your master, and the meaning of your existence is to obey his orders."
The sound is like morning bells and evening drums.
The woman seemed to be stunned. She lowered her hands and looked at Song Ziyu and shouted gently: "Master, what are your orders?"
At this moment, Song Ziyu felt as if he had arrived at a mysterious club. Should he take off his clothes next?
Before Song Ziyu could figure out how to command this white-haired woman, the Immortal King hurriedly said: "My time is almost up. This divine thought consumes too much energy and it will be unsustainable... Fellow Taoist, please go back." Grow up well, and I hope you can achieve something when we meet again next time...otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, the Immortal King seemed unable to hold on, unable to lift his breath, and his body slowly fell into silence.
The breath of death once again permeated this ancient dharma.
Song Ziyu was convinced that the consciousness of the Immortal King had left this place.
…
As the Zongzi-like body of the Immortal King stopped, the surrounding environment returned to its original state.
The dark wind blows, and the soul flags sway.
Song Ziyu slowly opened his eyes and found that he was standing in the Hall of Immortality.
Everything just now was like a dream.
Song Ziyu came back to his senses and looked at the statue of the Immortal King.
This statue is intact, where is the true form of the Immortal King?
Damn it!
Have you seen a ghost?
Song Ziyu slapped herself twice. Just when he thought he had encountered an illusion, Song Ziyu remembered something and turned around suddenly.
A figure stood in a daze behind him, and it turned out to be the white-haired woman he was afraid of.
"ah!"
Song Ziyu was shocked!
This woman stood behind him, looking straight at him, like a female ghost.
After calming down, Song Ziyu tried to take a few steps and found that the woman was following him, just like her tail.
After Song Ziyu walked out of the Hall of Immortality, he looked back and found that this woman was still following him.
It’s so damn weird.
"Hey." Song Ziyu looked at the woman and shouted.
"Master?" The woman was very obedient, as well-behaved as the girl next door. This was completely different from the murderous devil in Song Ziyu's memory. ???????????????
"May I have your name?"
Song Ziyu asked.
"I...I don't know...I forgot."
The woman frowned and seemed to be thinking, but judging from her appearance, it was obvious that she couldn't remember.
"Forget it, since you can't remember your name, just follow my surname." Song Ziyu also took over the power to name women on a whim.
"Master, please give me a name," the white-haired woman said.
"Looking at your good looks, white hair, and ruthless murder, let's call you...Song Baibai."
Song Ziyu's name-picking skills are also in shambles. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of a better name. It seems that nine years of compulsory education were wasted.
But the woman was very happy, and a smile appeared on her serious face.
"Thank you, Master, for the name! Bai Bai finally has a name."
The woman looked very happy.
Seeing this scene, Song Ziyu was very horrified.
Damn it, that old monk of the King of Immortality has something. His brainwashing ability is really scary. Wouldn’t this damn guy go to northern Myanmar to do some small business...
Just when Song Ziyu was thinking about it, the voice of the old monk Wenzhu came from behind: "Donor, who is this?"
When Song Ziyu came back to his senses, he realized that all the monks from Qianxiang Temple were staring at him...the woman behind him looked like she had not eaten meat for many years.
Song Ziyu was very dissatisfied with this expression.
Song Baibai came to Monk Wenzhu with "factory settings", and Song Ziyu decided to blackmail him. "Abbott, this is your problem!"
Song Ziyu pretended to be angry.
"What questions can I have?" the abbot asked in surprise.
Song Ziyu pointed at Song Baibai and said: "This is the oil bottle given to me by the King of Immortality. You can't bully me, an honest person. My life is already very difficult, and I have to raise a oil bottle. You are bullying me." ah."
"Could it be a mistake?"
Abbot Wenzhu couldn't help Song Ziyu. He stared at Song Baibai, a beautiful woman, for a long time and couldn't figure out what went wrong.
But even if he figured out which link was apart from the question, Abbot Wenzhu didn't dare to ask.
"The King of Immortality acts secretly, and I don't quite understand what his intentions are."
Monk Wenzhu may have never been blackmailed in his life, so he really couldn't react to the situation in front of him.
Song Ziyu recognized this situation and started performing talent shows.
Soon, under Song Ziyu's verbal attack, Monk Wenzhu showed undue guilt.
"I'm so sorry, Donor Song. This situation is beyond our expectation... Amitabha, that's good, that's good." Monk Wenzhu said with his hands clasped together.
"Don't panic, Shanzai, you have to help me!" Song Ziyu said.
"Amitabha, Donor Song, how can I help you? I don't have the money you want..." Master Wenzhu asked stupidly without suspecting fraud.
Song Ziyu pointed at Song Baibai and said: "The King of Immortality said that I have to take good care of this girl, but my ability is limited alone... Do you think you can send a few monks to go down the mountain with me?"
"this……"
Monk Wenzhu thought for a while and finally agreed.
Abbot Wenzhu then called two monks, one tall and one thin.
"This is Chu Ding and Chu Yuan, they are sent to you." Master Wenzhu said.
Song Ziyu was overjoyed when he heard this. It seemed that his trip to Qianxiang Temple was fruitful.
After taking two monks, Song Baibai and Chu Ding and Chu Yuan, down the mountain, Song Ziyu returned to the Longshan settlement.
In the days that followed, life was uneventful.
Song Ziyu was reorganizing the internal affairs while training the army.
According to Song Ziyu's plan, when everything is ready, he will start the Western Expedition.
In these days of preparation.
The envoys of the Northern Steel Alliance came to Longshan.
