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

Miaozhen knelt before the Buddha statue, chanting incantations.

Her voice was very low, so low that almost only she could hear it.

The scriptures were difficult to read and obscure, with a strange rhythm between the syllables, like some ancient language unknown to outsiders.

She recited for a long time, so long that the candlelight inside the hall flickered several times, and so long that the sky outside the hall gradually turned from bright to dim.

A moment later, the Buddha statue emitted light.

The pink light slowly seeped from the surface of the Buddha statue, as if the statue itself was breathing.

The light grew brighter and brighter, eventually coalescing into a golden pillar of light above the Buddha statue's head, which then shot out from the roof of the temple and into the sky.

Strange phenomena then appeared in the sky. Large patches of golden clouds appeared in the sky outside the temple, and the faint sound of chanting could be heard from within the clouds. Several rainbows appeared out of nowhere above Huanxi Temple, enveloping the entire mountain peak in a sacred yet eerie atmosphere.

Finally, a golden light descended and enveloped Miaozhen.

Golden light fell from the roof of the palace and landed precisely on Miaozhen.

Her body slowly rose into the golden light, three feet off the ground, her moon-white robes fluttering in the pillar of light.

She closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, her face calm and solemn, and a golden lotus mark appeared between her eyebrows.

The nuns in the entire Huanxi Temple were shocked by what they saw.

This means someone has successfully attained enlightenment and ascended to the rank of a celestial being.

The Buddha's light shines everywhere, heaven and earth rejoice together, chants echo around the beams, and golden clouds fill the sky.

In the history of Huanxi Temple, such a level of spiritual enlightenment has not occurred for thousands of years.

The last person to attain the Joyful Abdication after attaining enlightenment was the current abbot, Master Xuanyin, more than eight thousand years ago.

Most of the nuns believed that the eldest sister had attained enlightenment.

Senior Sister Miaochen is the most skilled and talented among the younger generation of Huanxi Temple. She is a direct disciple of Abbot Miaoyin and is the de facto successor in everyone's mind.

She has been in seclusion for some time, trying to achieve the state of blissful meditation. A few days ago, I heard that she captured a pitch-black puppet to use for cultivating blissful meditation. It is said that there may be divine water inside that black puppet.

Everyone assumed that she was the cause of this extraordinary phenomenon that led to her enlightenment.

They rushed toward the temple, their steps hurried, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation.

Some people were still holding flowers, while others were already whispering about how to congratulate their senior sister.

They walked through the corridors, across the front hall, and surged to the temple entrance, where they stopped one by one.

At the temple entrance, Miaozhen slowly descended from mid-air, her feet landing on the ground once more.

She opened her eyes, and the golden lotus mark between her brows flickered slightly before slowly disappearing beneath her skin.

Her expression remained calm, except for a faint, satisfied smile at the corner of her mouth.

The nuns who had rushed to the temple were stunned.

They looked at Miaozhen, their expressions shifting from anticipation to astonishment, and from astonishment to disbelief.

"Senior Sister Miaozhen?"

A young nun couldn't help but speak up, her voice clearly showing surprise.

Miaozhen turned her head to look at her, nodded slightly, and said in a flat tone:

"it's me."

The air in front of the temple fell silent for a moment.

The nuns holding the flowers looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

They had come to congratulate their senior sister, but the person standing at the temple entrance was Miaozhen.

Myojin, who was usually quiet, never participated in temple affairs, and rarely interacted with others.

At the corner of the corridor, two figures stood quietly.

The nun in front wore a deep purple robe, and her face was even more aloof than Miaozhen's, with an air of authority that came from someone who had long held a high position.

This person is none other than Senior Sister Miaochen!

She looked at the scene in front of the temple, at the golden lotus mark between Miao Zhen's eyebrows that had not yet completely disappeared, and at the junior sisters who should have rushed to her and congratulated her, but were now all surrounding Miao Zhen.

Miao Chen's fingers slowly tightened inside her sleeve.

The black puppet she had enslaved with secret magic was still in her meditation room.

She spent a great deal of time researching and trying every possible method to extract the so-called divine water from it.

She tried infusing it with Buddhist power, scanning it with her divine sense, and repeatedly stimulating it with secret methods. Finally, one late night, she extracted a small bottle of dark silver liquid from its core corpse.

That liquid was completely different from the divine water nurtured by heaven and earth in the Zimu River Secret Realm.

The divine water of the Zimu River is warm and carries a strange scent, like the fragrance of some kind of plant.

The material extracted from the black puppet was somewhat smooth, with a fine metallic sheen on its surface, resembling mercury.

Full of anticipation, she placed the liquid into her body and then guided it through her meridians according to the techniques of the Joyful Zen, attempting to use it to balance the extreme Yin energy she had accumulated over thousands of years.

To her surprise, the black thing's divine water was not what she had imagined; it was unusable for her.

After the liquid enters the body, it does not integrate into the meridians, does not nourish the dantian, and does not produce any effect.

It lay there quietly in a corner of her dantian, like a piece of oil that refused to mix.

She tried to activate it with Buddhist power, but it didn't budge.

She tried to guide it with her divine sense, but it remained unmoved.

"Where did she get her divine water? We've never heard of her going to the Mother-Child River Secret Realm!"

Miao Chen stared at Miao Zhen, who was surrounded by the crowd, and murmured in confusion.

"Senior Sister, I heard that Miaozhen has been staying in her bamboo house these past few days, not daring to come out. Why don't I go and take a look? Maybe I'll find some clues?"

A sweet-looking nun dressed in a dark red Zen robe spoke up from behind Miaochen.

Her name is Miaoyuan, and her cultivation level is in the middle stage of True God. She has always been Miaochen's most trusted follower.

"Okay, hurry back, don't get caught!"

"Okay, Senior Sister!"

Miaoyuan's figure transformed into a faint, dark red afterimage, silently passing through the corridor and heading towards the bamboo forest on the mountainside.

A moment later, she landed in front of the bamboo house.

The curtain of the bamboo house was hanging down, and there was no sound coming from inside.

She listened carefully to make sure no one was inside before lifting the curtain and slipping inside.

The bamboo house was simply furnished with a jade bed, a small table, a futon, and several Zen paintings hanging on the wall.

A faint, indescribable scent filled the air; it was neither sandalwood nor floral.

Miaoyuan wrinkled her nose, her gaze sweeping around the room before finally settling on the jade bed.

A person was lying on the jade bed.

Although she had never seen a man before, she recognized him as a man at a glance.

Miaoyuan stood there, stunned, her eyes wide open and her mouth slightly agape, unable to close for a long time.

The man's limbs were bound by several pale golden rays of light, and he lay on the jade bed unable to move. His face was covered by a veil, so his appearance could not be seen.

"Good heavens, it's a man! There's a man in Qingyuan County now!"

Miaoyuan's voice was very low, but the shock in her tone almost burst out of her throat.

It should be known that men are a rare commodity in the Kingdom of Women, numbering only a handful throughout the entire territory. In fact, most cultivators may never even see a man in their entire lives, let alone in a small place like Qingyuan County.