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

"This world is very oppressive to us."

Lin Mo spoke to the silicon-based company via the communication module.

"normal.

This world is of a very high level, and its fundamental physics is even more complex.

Just like gravity, the average person can jump six times higher on the moon than on Earth!

The silicon-based expert had barely finished speaking.

Lin Mo suddenly heard a noise behind him.

Although the sound was extremely faint, so faint that it was almost non-existent.

Lin Mo suddenly turned his head and saw that a very beautiful nun was standing less than three steps behind him.

She was wearing a grayish-white monk's robe, the hem of which was slightly fluttering in the mountain wind, revealing a section of her fair ankle.

Her face was excessively young, looking no more than twenty years old. Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, and her features were delicate and gentle. There was a kind of purity and detachment unique to nuns between her brows, but deep in her eyes was something indescribable and not belonging to Buddhism.

She had no ordination scars on her head, and her black hair was wrapped in a plain-colored monk's hat, making her look like the Bodhisattva of Wonderful Sound who had stepped out of an ancient painting.

Just as Lin Mo was about to travel through time, he was knocked unconscious by the other party's palm strike.

That palm strike was incredibly fast, so fast that before his mind could even register the teleportation ability, a dull pain shot through the back of his neck, and everything before him was instantly swallowed by darkness.

"Is this a man?"

It's different from the one that Senior Sister caught!

"Never mind, I'll take it home and try it out!"

The nun muttered something as she picked up Lin Mo.

The movements were very gentle, as if moving a fragile piece of porcelain.

After looking around, she lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her whole body transformed into a gray-white stream of light, flying towards a bamboo house in a distant mountain valley.

Lin Mo was shaken awake after an unknown amount of time.

He found himself tied to a jade bed.

The jade bed was pure white, with a warm yet cool surface, and a delicate touch, like touching a piece of mutton fat that had been polished for thousands of years.

His limbs were bound by several pale golden rays of light, which were extremely thin yet incredibly strong. He tried to struggle but found that he couldn't even move his fingers.

The immortal power in his dantian was still there, but it was suppressed by some kind of force, like a wild beast locked in a cage.

The nun sitting in front of him was the one who had knocked him unconscious earlier.

She had changed her clothes; the gray-white monk's robe had been replaced with a moon-white gauze robe, the fabric clinging to the curves of her body and outlining her exquisite figure.

She held her hands in some kind of mudra, gazing at him with deep affection.

Seeing that Lin Mo had woken up, the nun smiled slightly and said:

"Don't be afraid, benefactor. My name is Miaozhen. I'm just borrowing something from you; I won't do anything to you!"

Her voice was gentle, but Lin Mo felt a chill run down his spine when he heard it.

Borrowing something? Is he in a "borrowing something" state right now?

With his limbs bound and his immortal power suppressed, he lay on the jade bed, unable to move.

Lin Mo swallowed hard and asked:

"Borrow what?"

He can't travel through time now, he's charging up.

Moreover, he noticed that those pale golden rays were not only binding him, but also continuously drawing away his immortal power. Although the speed was slow, it was being lost every moment.

This means that the longer he drags it out, the less likely he is to break free.

"Borrow some divine water, and in forty-nine days help me achieve the state of blissful meditation!"

Moreover, I won't let you do this for nothing. I see you haven't attained divine status yet. Once I become a Buddha, I will grant you divine status. This will be an immense opportunity for you!

Lin Mo was somewhat confused.

What divine position? What Buddhahood?

But now he couldn't refuse, as the other party was stronger than him.

Time travel is useless; there's no other option but to cooperate. Besides, the divination in the Heluo Book said this time would be very auspicious, so there shouldn't be any problems.

During the process, Lin Mo secretly used his Yin-Yang Technique to see if he could develop some feelings for the other person.

Talk about strength with the weak, talk about feelings with the strong.

This is something Lin Mo learned from the women on Earth.

The warm, immortal energy of the Yin-Yang Technique slowly overflowed from the depths of his dantian, silently flowing into the nun's meridians along the interface where the two were in contact.

The nun Miaozhen's brows twitched slightly, as if she had sensed something, but the feeling was too wonderful, and she was also a novice with little experience. Although she was a little puzzled, she did not think much about it.

Forty-nine days later, Miaozhen stood up with satisfaction.

She left the jade bed and stepped barefoot onto the bamboo house floor. A thin layer of sweat clung to her moon-white gauze robe, and the curves of her back and waist were slightly flushed.

Her complexion was a bit rosier than before, and the serene and aloofness unique to nuns in her eyes had faded considerably, replaced by a kind of charm.

She looked down at her hands, where a faint golden halo was slowly flowing in her palms. The texture of the halo was different from the Buddha light she had cultivated before; it was more solid and more restrained, as if it were something growing from the depths of her body.

"Now that Yin and Yang are in balance, breaking through shouldn't be a problem, right?"

She muttered to herself, her tone carrying a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

Then she said to Lin Mo:

"Please wait here a moment, benefactor. This humble nun will be right back!"

With that, she waved her hand, and the thin gauze robe she wore fell onto Lin Mo's face, covering his eyes.

A rustling sound arose, followed by the sound of Miaozhen's footsteps fading into the distance.

A very faint whooshing sound came from outside the bamboo house, and then everything fell silent.

Lin Mo lay on the jade bed and sensed the immortal power within his body, discovering that it had also improved considerably. Clearly, he had also gained some benefits during these forty-nine days.

Miaozhen soared into the air and arrived at Huanxi Temple in the blink of an eye.

Huanxi Temple is located on a mountaintop. It is not very large in scale, but its architecture is extremely exquisite.

With its upturned eaves, green tiles, and white walls, the palaces are built layer upon layer against the mountain, resembling a blooming lotus flower when viewed from a distance.

Two rows of pink flowering trees were planted in front of the temple gate, and the petals fluttered down in the wind, covering the ground.

The air was filled with a rich sandalwood scent, mixed with a certain indescribable sweetness that made one's head feel slightly dizzy.

She landed on the stone steps in front of the temple gate, her bare feet stepping over a few fallen petals, and walked straight through the front hall and corridors towards the shrine at the back.

Several young nuns walked towards her along the way. When they saw her, they all stopped, bowed, and called out, "Sister Miaozhen."

In a good mood, Miaozhen smiled and nodded slightly in response.

Miaozhen headed straight for the core building behind Huanxi Temple, where a bewitching Buddha statue was enshrined.

The Buddha statue was entirely pink, with a beautiful face, graceful figure, and charming posture, completely unlike the solemn and dignified Buddha statues found in ordinary temples.

The Buddha statue's hands are in an extremely complex mudra, with palms facing upwards, holding a blooming lotus flower.

At the center of the lotus is a dark red bead, its surface shimmering with fine, flowing patterns of light that emit a soft glow in the dimly lit hall.