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

Most sects in the Women's Kingdom follow the extreme Yin path; to advance to the level of a Celestial God or higher, one must achieve a balance of Yin and Yang.

All of them need divine water to transform themselves.

In the past, they would risk their lives to travel to the source of the Zimu River, risking their lives to find the divine water nurtured by heaven and earth to balance yin and yang.

The source of the Zimu River is extremely dangerous. Every time the secret realm opens, many cultivators perish inside. Less than one-tenth of them return alive, and most of the time they don't even bring back the divine water!

Therefore, cultivators above the rank of Heavenly God in the Women's Kingdom are generally in the hands of the royal family or large families.

Most cultivators are stuck at the threshold of the True God peak, unable to make any progress in their entire lives.

Now that Huanxi Temple has men, it means they no longer need to venture into the secret realm at the source of the Zimu River, and the entire Huanxi Temple will soon grow into a major force in the Women's Kingdom!

"Having such a good thing and not handing it over to the temple, while everyone else is enjoying it, she's only thinking of keeping it for herself. Senior Sister Miaozhen really has no sense of the bigger picture!"

Miao Yuan muttered to herself as she walked up to Lin Mo.

She bent down and reached out, about to untie the golden rope binding Lin Mo, but then she stopped.

The expression on his face changed from excitement to hesitation, and then from hesitation to confusion.

"No! Senior Sister Miaozhen has now attained the Joyful Zen and is already a celestial being."

I'm only at the mid-stage of True Godhood; the gap is obvious.

If I hand over my senior sister's precious treasure, she'll definitely hate me. If she causes me trouble again, I'm doomed!

Moreover, the fewer people who know about this, the better. If news of a man being in Huanxi Temple gets out, it might bring about utter destruction!

After all, no sect doesn't want men!

Thinking of this, Miaoyuan gave up the idea of ​​handing it over to Lin Mo.

"While my senior sister's away, I'll cultivate for a bit, hehe!"

She muttered to herself, then made a sound transmission spell in her sleeve. A very thin, dark red light thread shot out from her fingertip, passed through the gaps in the bamboo house, and flew towards the Huanxi Temple on the mountaintop.

The transmitted message was very short:

Senior Sister, we've found some clues about Miaozhen. Could you keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't suddenly come back?

A moment later, an echo came down from the mountaintop, containing only one word:

it is good.

Miao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew her telepathic spell, and looked down at Lin Mo on the jade bed.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on the veil covering his face, then slowly moved to his chest, waist, and finally settled on his limbs bound by the pale golden rays of light.

She reached out and gently placed her hand on his chest. The moment her palm touched him, a warm and heavy breath seeped out from under his skin and climbed up along the lines of her palm.

"That's great!"

Practice!

Cultivation!

She slowly helped herself to sit down.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his breathing gradually quickened.

Lin Mo, who had lost sight, began to have some doubts.

He felt different when he was with Miaozhen; the attraction was strong, like a vortex stretched to its limit, pulling him from all directions.

"Is this some kind of case of discarding a useful tool after it's no longer needed, turning it into jerky?"

Lin Mo was unaware that the person had been replaced.

He was unable to use his divine sense because he was imprisoned, and he felt a little panicked.

His immortal power was suppressed by those golden rays, and his divine soul was cut off from perception. He could do nothing but passively endure the pain. "Could this world be full of heretical cultivators? After all, what legitimate Buddhist sect would do such a thing?"

Several thoughts flashed through his mind, from "Buddha of Bliss" to "Buddha of Bliss" to "divine water," but the more he thought about it, the more something seemed off. Ordinary Buddhism emphasizes purity of mind and few desires; where would there be a Buddha of Bliss?

This is clearly a heretical practice disguised as Buddhism!

Just as Lin Mo was lost in thought, Miao Yuan suddenly trembled and lightly stepped onto the jade bed, rising into the air.

Her movements were so fast that Lin Mo only felt a lightness on his body as several torn pieces of clothing were haphazardly stuffed back onto him, and a slightly cool hand quickly straightened his disheveled clothes.

Miaoyuan's breathing was rapid and shallow, and her fingers even trembled twice as she buttoned her clothes.

"How come she's back so quickly!"

Miaoyuan hurriedly helped Lin Mo tidy up his clothes and escaped from the bamboo house.

Her footsteps echoed hurriedly through the bamboo grove before disappearing, leaving only a narrow gap before the curtain was fully drawn.

Lin Mo was slightly taken aback when he heard Miao Yuan's voice:

"Holy crap, what's going on? It doesn't seem to be one person!"

I never imagined I'd become Little Dragon Girl!

He wondered to himself what was going on.

He suddenly felt like he had become a public bus.

"Let's just use the bus!"

I just wish these people were prettier!

Otherwise, I'd be at a huge loss.

The curtain of the bamboo house was lifted again.

Miaozhen pushed open the door and walked in. Her steps were much lighter than before, and she exuded a sense of relief and satisfaction after her breakthrough.

Her complexion was rosy, and the serenity and aloofness in her eyes had faded considerably, replaced by a sense of joy.

Her first glance fell on Lin Mo on the bed, and seeing that he was still there, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Reaching Lin Mo's side, Miao Zhen waved her hand and untied the golden ropes binding Lin Mo:

"Thank you so much, benefactor! Only with your help can this humble nun break through to the level of a Celestial God!"

Her tone was filled with genuine gratitude, and her cheeks flushed slightly when she said "thank you," as if she were recalling some details from the past forty-nine days.

Lin Mo pulled off the veil covering his face, but instead of replying, he looked around.

His gaze swept quickly around the bamboo house, from the jade bed to the table, from the futon to the corner. After confirming that there was no one else there, a barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

That person should have left.

"What are you looking for, benefactor?"

Miaozhen looked around in confusion, following his gaze to survey the room, but found nothing unusual.

"It's nothing!"

Lin Mo shook his head and looked away.

"I haven't yet asked your honorable name."

"Lin Mo!"

"Please forgive me, Benefactor Lin, for my previous offenses!"

Miaozhen's cheeks flushed red again.

Although I practice the Joyful Meditation, this is the first time I've done this.

Forty-nine days later, coupled with the irresistible aura emanating from Lin Mo, she felt less of the composure of a nun and more of something she couldn't quite explain when facing him.

"Was it true that you promised me a divine position?"

Lin Mo didn't dwell on that, and instead asked about the other party's previous promises.

More than these trivial matters of personal feelings, he was concerned about what exactly that "divine position" was.

"Of course, monks do not lie!"

"How will you give it to me?"

"We would appreciate it if you would dress up and come with me to the temple!"

As she spoke, Miaozhen took out a red kasaya from her storage ring and handed it to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo took the cassock. It was soft and slightly heavy to the touch. The fabric was a material he had never seen before. It was neither silk nor cotton or linen. It had a warm and smooth feel to it, like the skin of a living thing.

The robe was dark red all over, with gold patterns embroidered along the edges. These patterns would flow slightly under the light, like the remnants of some kind of formation.

He sensed an aura from above that was similar to that emanating from Miaozhen.

That wasn't divine power, but something unique to this world, like a power permeated by faith and divine authority.