Being favored by evil gods, I became sick and weak and became the Bone Bodhisattva.

The Immortal asked in confusion: "Why, the Wenxiang Sect has also rebelled?"

"Exactly! I have received accurate information that the Wenxiang Cult has collectively joined the Puppet King's army."

Zheng Tianping gritted his teeth and said: "I have long thought that the series of things that have happened recently are extremely weird. It turns out that Wenxiang Cult is responsible for everything!"

The Lord of the City is very fond of him, and there are rumors that the man with double pupils is the real king, so he insists on calling him the "false king".

And after learning the news that the Wenxiang Sect had taken refuge in the false king, he insisted that all the previous troubles were caused by the Wenxiang Sect, and he firmly refused to believe that the false king was destined by fate.

"..."

Mrs. Wan from the Wenxiang Sect is an immortal, and she does have the strength to plan a conspiracy to subvert a country.

The question is, what is she planning?

With the current situation in the world, one should not borrow the fortune of the country to practice cultivation.

Moreover, what role does the long-missing old Miao Zhu play in this?

After Qianmian thought for a while, he comforted him: "Don't worry, City Lord. I will write a letter and send the disciples in the sect to the hands of Madam Na Wan. We are both immortals, so she will still give her this little face. Peicheng is worry-free That’s it!”

......

Hearing this, Zheng Tianping looked happy at first, but then he hesitated to speak.

"If you have something to say, the city lord might as well say it directly," Qian Mian said with a smile.

"The master's skills are so great, why not be used by the royal family? If you are willing to help, the status of Painted Skin Pavilion in Daxu will definitely be higher than that in Zhao Kingdom!"

That's still free.

Seeing Qianmian flatly refused, Zheng Tianping could only give up with a wry smile.

"No matter what, if the master of the pavilion can ensure peace for one place, his merits are immeasurable."

Qianmian is not a member of the Buddhist sect and does not believe in such things as immeasurable merit and virtue.

However, the disciples of Painted Skin Pavilion must have a place to settle down, and Peicheng still has to be protected.

Qian Mian nodded slightly and flew back to the Painted Skin Pavilion headquarters on the Soul Leaving Gourd.

He first fulfilled his promise and held a proper apprenticeship ceremony for Guo Lurong.

Immediately afterwards, he compiled a letter and asked this disciple to deliver it to Madam Wan.

"Master, then, Mrs. Wan will definitely give you some face, right?"

"certainly"

After Qian Mian nodded matter-of-factly, he added: "I also stated in the letter that Master Tangtang is here. Unless Mrs. Wan loses her mind and goes crazy, it is impossible for her to lead her army here."

Chapter 370 Can the number of days be known?

Wearing a human skin mask made by Qianmian himself, Guo Lurong, disguised as a man, set off with a letter in her arms.

"whisper?"

The golden-winged chick jumped up and down on its owner's shoulder, seemingly curious about her new appearance.

"Jigu, there's a lot of war and chaos outside right now. If I keep running around like I am, I might run into a lot of trouble." Guo Lurong explained patiently.

"whisper!"

"Of course, Jigu, you will definitely protect me, but it's better to do less than to do more."

As she spoke, Guo Lurong patted the golden-winged chick on the head, signaling it to stay quiet for the time being.

"..."

Several dirty refugees walked towards him, their eyes staring directly at Jigu, almost glowing green.

As her mind wandered, the girl held the golden-winged chick in her hand and threw it into the air.

Seeing the young birds spread their wings and fly high, these refugees said "ah" in unison and showed extremely regretful expressions.

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

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

Guo Lurong passed them by with a straight face, feeling extremely heavy.

The bad environment outside was beyond her imagination.

If things continue like this, let alone the birds, they may even be able to chew the bark of the trees.

And after all the bark is eaten away...

"Hey--"

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

Hearing the shouts, the refugees who had just passed by Guo Lurong couldn't help but be startled. Then they quickly turned around and shouted feebly as they walked: "Don't lie to us, are you serious?"

"It's true! There are mountains of food and we can't finish them all. Come with me!"

Where does the Wenxiang Sect get the food? Why is there a mountain of food?

Guo Lurong suddenly felt something was wrong, so she followed him calmly.

She originally thought there must be some conspiracy, but when she arrived at the destination, she saw that the Wenxiang Sect disciples were actually handing out food.

However, why is this food so dark and like mud balls?

......

"One bite of clay balls will make you full; if you eat one, you won't be hungry for three days!"

The disciples of Wenxiang Sect were speaking jingles while personally distributing food called Niyuanzi to the refugees.

Since there were many soldiers maintaining order, everyone was hungry, but they all lined up in an orderly manner.

Guo Lurong also queued up to receive a clay ball. After she found a corner and sat down, she let Jigu fly back to her quietly.

The golden-winged chick sniffed the clay ball in the girl's hand. Although it looked a little disgusted, it did not have any further violent reaction.

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

Guo Lurong couldn't help but be surprised. She broke off a piece of clay ball and put it in her mouth to taste it.

As expected, it has an earthy smell, but it is also mixed with a rice fragrance, so it is not particularly unpleasant.

After swallowing it in one gulp, your stomach will feel full immediately. It is true that you will feel full after one gulp.

At this time, the man who went around calling other refugees to come to collect food began to persuade everyone to join the army.

"As long as you join the army, you will have clay balls to eat every day. I will make sure you don't starve to death."

"If you perform well in the military camp, it is not impossible to be promoted to a higher rank in the future."

The refugees who came here were basically desperate. Since they had something to eat by joining the army, they didn't hesitate and joined immediately.

'I bet this is still a recruiting point'

Guo Lurong made a rough count and found that the number of refugees gathered here exceeded [-], and more people were coming in a steady stream.

As long as Wenxiang Sect's Niyuanzi can be supplied, then a few more similar recruitment points can be set up to mobilize troops in a short time.

"Brother, will you join the army?"

After Guo Lurong thought for a moment, she nodded decisively: "Participate, but is it possible without going to the front line?"

"Haha, everyone has their own ambitions, of course they will succeed!"

.......

Guo Lurong's task is to find a way to deliver the letter to Wanfu Zheren, and to complete this task, she must at least come into contact with some high-level Wenxiang Sect disciples.

According to what the master said, the disciples of Wenxiang Sect have collectively joined the army of the false king.

Then, joining the army is a good way.

After Guo Lurong arrived at the military camp, she showed some skills as a practitioner and quickly attracted the attention and suspicion of her superiors.

She was assigned to an important position and was responsible for rescuing the injured soldiers together with the Wenxiang Sect disciples.

Guo Lurong knew very well that the Wenxiang Sect disciples around her were monitoring her at all times, but she did not care to get closer to them and inquired about some Wenxiang Sect matters openly.

"We are all new disciples of the sect, and we don't know much about the affairs of the sect. Sister Guo, why do you want to disguise yourself as a man?"

"When you are away from home, you can come wherever is convenient."

Guo Lurong smeared the soldier's wounds on the bed with muddy water, and soon he stopped bleeding.

The puppet king's army has two treasures, one is clay balls, ten clay balls can be equivalent to a month's ration for an ordinary person; the other is hemostatic water, which looks like muddy water, but it is very effective in promoting wound healing.

"Sisters, I have something unclear."

Guo Lurong frowned and asked: "The Wenxiang Sect has the word 'incense', so why are the two major magic weapons in the army related to 'mud'?"

Perhaps new disciples who have joined the religion have had doubts and thoughts about this issue.

Someone blurted out: "I heard that the clay balls and the hemostatic water were made by the saint of my religion. 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 reproachful gazes of the other disciples, the woman shut her mouth.

Smell the fragrance to teach the saint?

Whose inheritance does her unique skill of playing with mud belong to?

.....

"The Holy Lady will come to the military camp tomorrow to comfort the wounded soldiers?"

After hearing the news, Guo Lurong couldn't help but feel refreshed.

Seeing the people around her looking at her with vigilant eyes, she hurriedly said: "Although I am a practitioner, my ability is not enough in front of the saint. Sisters, do you think I want to assassinate you? I really You don’t have the ability!”

After Guo Lurong started talking, the female disciples of Wenxiang Sect felt a little embarrassed.

"Hey, sister Guo, just tell the truth. Why did you come to join the army?"

"I want to admire Madam Wan's style, and of course, Lady Saint's too." Guo Lurong said seriously.

"Sister, want to become a disciple?"

"No, I already have a master."

Guo Lurong felt that it didn't matter if she revealed some rumors in advance, so she calmly revealed the name of the Thousand Faces of Painted Skin Pavilion.

Perhaps influenced by these words, the next day, she was actually arranged to join the team welcoming the saint.

As soon as he saw the girl in white, Guo Lurong stepped forward to explain her purpose.

After the Saint of Wenxiang Sect casually accepted Qianmian's autographed letter, she said calmly: "Little guy from Painted Skin Pavilion, do you know the number of days?"