I was favored by the evil god, and I became a white-bone bodhisattva.

The Immortal was puzzled and asked, "Why, the Wenxiang Sect also rebelled?"

"That's right! I have received accurate information that the Wenxiang Sect has already joined the pseudo king's army."

Zheng Tianping gnashed his teeth and said, "I've long felt that the series of events that have happened recently are extremely strange. It turns out that all of this is caused by the Wenxiang Cult!"

The city lord's heart is with Daxu. There is a rumor in the outside world that the man with double pupils is the real king, but he insists on calling him the 'fake king'.

After learning that the Wenxiang Sect had defected to the fake king, he insisted that all the previous incidents were caused by the Wenxiang Sect and refused to believe that the fake king was destined to be king.

"..."

Madam Wan of the Wen Xiang Sect is an immortal, and she does have the ability to plot a conspiracy to subvert a country.

The question is, what does she want?

Given the current situation in the world, it is not appropriate to borrow the fortune of the Xu State to practice cultivation.

Moreover, what role does the long-missing old temple priest play in all this?

Qianmian thought for a while and then said comfortingly, "Don't worry, City Lord. I will write a letter and send a disciple to deliver it to Madam Wan. As a fellow immortal, she will still give you this little bit of face. Peicheng will have nothing to worry about!"

......

Hearing this, Zheng Tianping's face lit up with joy at first, but then he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"If you have anything to say, please just say it," Qianmian said with a smile.

"Master, you have all these skills, why don't you use them for the royal family's benefit? If you are willing to lend a hand, the status of Painted Skin Pavilion in Daxu will definitely be higher than it was in Zhao State!"

Then let’s forget it.

Seeing Qianmian’s flat refusal, Zheng Tianping had no choice but to give up with a bitter smile.

"No matter what, it is a great merit for Pavilion Master to be able to maintain peace in this area."

As for the immeasurable merits and such, Qianmian is not a Buddhist and does not believe in such things.

However, the disciples of Painted Skin Pavilion must have a place to settle down, so Pei City must be protected.

Qianmian nodded slightly, then rode the Soul-Separation Gourd back to the Painted Skin Pavilion headquarters.

He first fulfilled his promise and held a grand ceremony for Guo Lurong to become a disciple.

Then he wrote a letter and asked the disciple to deliver it to Madam Wan.

"Master, then, Madam Wan will definitely give you a favor, right?"

"certainly"

Qianmian nodded as a matter of course, and added: "I also wrote in the letter that Master Tangtang is here. Unless Madam Wan is crazy, it is impossible for her to lead the army here."

Chapter 370 Can you tell the number of days?

Wearing a thousand human skin masks she made herself, Guo Lurong, disguised as a man, set off with letters in her hand.

"whisper?"

The young goldfinch hopped around on its owner's shoulder, seemingly curious about her new look.

"Jigu, it's a chaotic situation outside right now. If I continue to run around as usual, I might run into a lot of trouble." Guo Lurong explained patiently.

"whisper!"

"Of course, Jigu, you will definitely protect me, but less trouble is worse than more."

As she spoke, Guo Lurong patted the young gold-winged finch's head, signaling it to keep quiet for the time being.

"..."

A few dirty refugees were walking towards them, staring at Jigu with their eyes almost glowing green.

The girl's mind turned, she held the young golden-winged bird in her hand and threw it into the air.

Seeing the young birds spread their wings and fly high, the refugees all let out an "ah" at the same time, revealing expressions of great regret.

It's a good bird, why let it go?

It’s a little small, but it’s still meat after all.

Guo Lurong walked past them with a stern face, feeling extremely heavy-hearted.

The harshness of the environment outside was beyond her imagination.

If things continue like this, not to mention the birds, I'm afraid they will even eat the tree bark.

And when the bark is eaten away...

"Hey--"

"Why are you going over there? Come over here, the Wenxiang Sect is distributing food."

Hearing the shouts, the refugees who had just passed by Guo Lurong were startled, and then they quickly turned around, shouting weakly as they walked: "Don't lie to us, are you serious?"

"Really? There's a mountain of food, and we can't even finish it all. Come with me!"

Where did the Wen Xiang Sect get its food, and why did it pile up like mountains of food?

Guo Lurong suddenly felt something was wrong, so she followed him without saying a word.

She thought there must be some conspiracy, but when she arrived at her destination, she saw that the disciples of the Wen Xiang Sect were actually distributing food.

But why is this food so black and looks like mud?

......

"The clay balls are so round that you can feel full in one bite. If you eat one, you won't feel hungry for three days!"

The disciples of the Wen Xiang Sect were reciting rhymes while personally distributing food called mud balls to the refugees.

Because there were many soldiers maintaining order, everyone lined up in an orderly manner even though they were hungry.

Guo Lurong also queued up and received a mud dumpling. After she found a corner to sit down, she let Jigu fly back to her quietly.

The young gold-winged sparrow sniffed the mud ball in the girl's hand. Although it looked a little disgusted, it did not have any further intense reaction.

In other words, there is nothing wrong with this thing, it is really edible!

Guo Lurong was amazed. She broke off a piece of the mud ball and put it in her mouth to taste it.

As expected, it has an earthy smell, but it is also mixed with the aroma of rice, so it is not particularly unpalatable.

After swallowing it in one mouthful, my stomach immediately felt full. The saying "one mouthful will fill you up" is not an exaggeration.

At this time, the man who was calling on other refugees to come and get food began to persuade everyone to join the army.

"As long as you join the army, you will have mud dumplings to eat every day. I guarantee you won't starve to death."

"If you perform well in the military camp, it is possible to be promoted to a higher position in the future."

The refugees who came here were basically desperate. Since they could have something to eat by joining the army, they joined up without hesitation.

'I bet this is still a recruiting point'

Guo Lurong made a rough count and found that the number of refugees gathered here had exceeded one hundred, and more people were arriving in an endless stream.

As long as the Wen Xiang Sect's mud balls can be supplied, setting up a few more similar recruitment points will increase the number of soldiers in a short period of time.

"Brother, are you going to join the army?"

After thinking for a moment, Guo Lurong nodded decisively: "I'll participate, but I won't go to the front line, okay?"

"Haha, everyone has their own aspirations, of course!"

.......

Guo Lurong's task is to find a way to deliver the letter to Wan Fuzhe's hands, and to complete this task, she must at least get in touch with some high-class disciples of the Wenxiang Sect.

According to Master, the disciples of the Wenxiang Sect have collectively joined the pseudo-king's army.

Then, joining the army would be a good option.

After Guo Lurong arrived at the military camp, she showed some of her cultivator's skills, and she quickly attracted the attention and suspicion of her superiors.

She was transferred to an important position, and together with the disciples of the Wenxiang Sect, she was responsible for rescuing the injured soldiers.

Guo Lurong was well aware that the disciples of the Wen Xiang Sect around her were always monitoring her, but she didn't care and tried to get closer to them and openly inquire about some of the sect's affairs.

"We are all new disciples and don't know much about the affairs of the sect. But Miss Guo, why do you want to dress up as a man?"

"When you're out and about, do whatever's convenient for you."

Guo Lurong smeared mud and water on the soldier's wound on the bed, and the bleeding soon stopped.

The pseudo-king's army has two treasures. One is mud balls. Ten mud balls can equal an ordinary person's one-month food ration. The other is hemostatic water. This thing that looks like mud water no matter how you look at it is quite effective in promoting wound healing.

"Dear sisters, there is something I don't understand."

Guo Lurong frowned and asked, "The word 'fragrance' is in the name of Wenxiang Sect, so how come the two magic weapons in the army are both related to 'mud'?"

Perhaps the new disciples have all had doubts and thoughts about this question.

Someone blurted out: "I heard that the clay balls and the hemostatic water were made by the Saint of my sect. The Saint has great powers. Not only did she receive the true teachings of the leader, but she also had other adventures, so..."

Under the blaming gazes of the other disciples, the woman shut her mouth in embarrassment.

The Saint of the Scent of Fragrance?

From whom did she inherit this unique skill of playing with mud?

.....

"The Saint Lady will come to the military camp to visit the wounded tomorrow?"

After hearing the news, Guo Lurong couldn't help but cheer up.

Seeing that the people around her were looking at her with vigilance, she hurriedly said, "Although I am a cultivator, my ability is not enough in front of the Saint. Sisters, you don't think I want to assassinate you, do you? I really don't have the ability to do that!"

After Guo Lurong spoke out, the female disciples of the Wen Xiang Sect felt a little embarrassed.

"Hey, Miss Guo, just tell me the truth. Why did you join the army?"

"I want to admire Madam Wan's elegance. Of course, Her Majesty the Saint is also fine." Guo Lurong said seriously.

"Sister wants to become my disciple?"

"No, I already have a master."

Guo Lurong felt that it was okay to reveal some information in advance, so she frankly mentioned the name of the Thousand Faces of the Painted Skin Pavilion.

Perhaps influenced by this sentence, the next day, she was arranged to join the team welcoming the saint.

As soon as she saw the girl in white, Guo Lurong stepped out from the crowd and explained her purpose.

After the Saintess of the Wenxiang Sect accepted Qianmian's handwritten letter, she said calmly, "Little fellow from the Painted Skin Pavilion, do you know the destiny?"

Chapter 371: Miaoxiang Town

Why does this Saintess of the Scent of Fragrance Sect speak in such a mysterious way?

Guo Lurong curled her lips secretly and couldn't help but asked back: "What is the number of days?"

The girl in white did not answer yet, but strode to the wounded camp.

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All the missing soldiers in the army were gathered here early in the morning. Most of them looked at the Saint with numb expressions, and did not show any surprise at receiving the condolences from a big shot.

The girl in white waved her hand, signaling a disabled soldier with half of his arm missing to come forward.

"I'll give you a brand new arm. Are you willing to continue fighting in the battlefield?"

The remaining soldier looked at the girl in white in confusion. When he saw the general behind her winking at him, he nodded quickly.

"very good!"

At the command of the Saint of the Wenxiang Sect, several sturdy women came over holding a clay jar.

"Broken hand, reach in."

The remnant soldier habitually followed the instructions of his superior and put his severed hand into the mud vat.

His expression quickly changed and he seemed a little frightened.

"Raise your hands"