Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

The next morning, Zhou Min brought three disciples to the Lianhai County Comprehensive Building.

After hearing their purpose, the receptionist asked them to wait a moment and made an internal phone call.

After a few words were spoken on the other end of the phone, the receptionist hung up, looked up, and wore a professional smile.

"Gentlemen, I am truly sorry, but Lord Lin will not be in Lianhai for the next few days and will not be back for three days."

Please come back later.

Zhou Min frowned slightly, but did not react. She simply nodded and led her three disciples out the gate.

Liu Biyao followed behind her and muttered under her breath, "Such a big shot," but Zhou Min pretended not to hear.

Three days later, the four of them stepped into the complex again.

The receptionist is still the same person.

The waiter called again, hung up, and smiled apologetically once more.

"Lord Lin was originally scheduled to return today, but he was delayed on the way and has not yet arrived."

Please come again the day after tomorrow.

Liu Biyao finally couldn't hold back any longer. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she slammed her hand on the marble countertop at the front desk, lowering her voice to question:

Is Lord Lin here or not?

We came twice and they said he wasn't there. Are they deliberately avoiding us?

The waiter maintained his standard smile, neither servile nor arrogant.

"Please calm down, young lady."

Lord Lin's schedule is indeed very full; all of this was arranged in advance.

Our leader has already left a message for Lord Lin, saying that several eminent figures from the Emei Sect have come several times.

"If you come back the day after tomorrow, you shouldn't have made a wasted trip."

Liu Biyao wanted to say something more, but Zhou Min raised her hand to stop her. Her face was calm as water, but the coldness in her eyes deepened.

Lin Mo is something else. She'll see if he can keep hiding the day after tomorrow.

Two days later, when Zhou Min entered the building for the third time, the receptionist finally stopped saying "not here".

After the call ended, a well-dressed young female secretary wearing glasses stepped out of the elevator, gave a slight bow, and gestured for them to proceed.

"Sect Leader Zhou, Lord Lin is waiting for you upstairs. Please come with me."

The four were led to a reception room on the top floor, where a female secretary poured them hot tea and asked them to sit for a moment.

A short while later, the door to the reception room opened, and a tall, handsome young man in a dark gray tracksuit strode in, a perfectly measured apologetic smile on his face. He bowed slightly as he entered.

"Master Zhou, your presence is an honor. I am sorry for not being able to greet you properly."

I've been very busy with official duties these past few days, causing you all to make several unnecessary trips. I'm truly sorry.

Zhou Min put down her teacup, her gaze lingering on the young man for a few moments.

He was younger than I had imagined, but his eyes were steady, his steps were unhurried, and he exuded a maturity beyond his years.

She didn't beat around the bush and stated her purpose directly:

"Lord Lin, this humble nun has come down the mountain this time to find my good-for-nothing disciple, Chi Linglong."

She came to Lianhai County on official business on the orders of the Empress, and her whereabouts and fate remain unknown.

"As the magistrate of this county, does Lord Lin have any leads?"

Lin Mo frowned after hearing this, and asked seriously:

"Is the Chi Linglong that Sect Leader Zhou mentioned the Red Guard who serves the Empress?"

"Exactly."

Lin Mo nodded, his tone becoming serious:

"The Crimson Guard is a key minister by the Empress's side, so this matter is of great importance."

However, Hezhou has been busy collecting grain these past few days, and its troops have been deployed to villages and towns below, leaving it unable to spare any resources.

"Alright then, please give me ten days, Sect Leader Zhou. I will definitely have someone investigate this matter thoroughly."

Seeing that he had spoken so confidently and frankly, Zhou Min's doubts lessened somewhat.

She didn't press further, but simply stood up, said, "Then this humble nun will await Lord Lin's good news," and took her leave with her three disciples.

After returning from the reception room, Lin Mo leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers lightly on the table a few times.

Zhou Min gave him ten days, and he had to make Chi Linglong's attitude change substantially within those ten days.

He picked up the internal phone and dialed Long Qingxue's number:

"Qingxue, put down what you're doing and come to my office."

Long Qingxue quickly pushed open the door and came in, wearing a moon-white dress, stockings, and kayaks. Her long hair was piled up high, making her look like an ethereal fairy.

Lin Mo gestured for her to sit down and got straight to the point:

"Chi Linglong's master came to my door. I used a delaying tactic and promised to give her a reply within ten days."

Over the next ten days, I need you to personally work on Chi Linglong's mindset and get her to join us as soon as possible.

If necessary, someone can be arranged to revise the history book of the main world, changing Chongzhen's experiences to those of an empress, and showing her the crimes committed by the Tartars when they invaded the south.

We also told her that we came from the future to save this nation.

If she has any backbone, she should support our cause.

"Is this a good idea?"

Long Qingxue hesitated for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly.

Using a fictional disaster to evoke Chi Linglong's compassion and sense of justice seems somewhat immoral.

"There's nothing wrong with that. To achieve great things, we must stop at nothing!"

Moreover, if the Tartars were to march south, history would very well come true!

Lin Mo considered himself to be neither a gentleman nor a selfish person.

He will do anything that benefits him.

Long Qingxue remained silent for a few moments, then slowly nodded, turned and left the office.

In the following days, she did not go to the basement again, but instead led people to lock themselves in the archives room to reorganize and adapt the historical materials from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties in the main world.

She replaced the image of Emperor Chongzhen with that of Empress Wu Zetian.

The story of the last emperor, who was diligent in his duties but was dragged down by the corrupt court, and of course, the part about him hanging himself on Coal Hill to die for his country, was omitted by her.

She preserved the bloody, true accounts of the Yangzhou Massacre and the Jiading Massacre after the Qing army entered the pass, without altering their identities, only changing the victims to the people of the Great Xia.

She even edited a segment of a documentary from the mainstream world, rearranging a film that depicted the modern era's rise from humiliation to prosperity.

It depicts touching moments of ordinary people who were displaced and lost their homes during wartime, and how they rebuilt their homes in peacetime.

When Long Qingxue placed these documents and the movie clip in front of Chi Linglong, Chi Linglong was completely stunned.

She watched on the screen as the common people, dressed in ancient costumes just like her, wailed under the iron hooves, watched the city burn to ruins, and watched countless orphans shiver in the snow.

It was a scene of devastation she had never witnessed before, yet it felt so real.

Long Qingxue calmly told her that all of this happened in another time and space, in the Great Xia Dynasty. After the Tartars marched south, the Empress died for her country, the court was destroyed, and the Great Xia Dynasty became a pasture for foreign tribes.

We come from the future, and our mission is to prevent all of this from happening.