The Golden Corner and Silver Corner lacked skills in their hands, had no treasures in their pockets, were confused and chose the wrong path, stumbled around blindly. Fortunately, the two still had some good fortune. They trudged through difficulties all along and finally found the inhabitants of their native world in a world devoid of human habitation.
This is more than a dozen villagers who are fishing at the lake, at least they look like villagers.
In the face of someone whose identity and status are not as high as his, Silver Corner immediately pulled out the arrogant look he has cultivated for a long time. He shouted, "Hey, who is the leader here? Have him come out and tell him that we are envoys from above. We have come specifically to give him a great transformation."
A dozen or more men looked at each other in astonishment. The language was understandable, but the tone of this little brat was extremely uncomfortable; they just wanted to give him a good beating!
The stooped old man pulled out a big axe from the firewood, holding the weapon at the same time, his back straightened up immediately, and his muscles swelled up like balloons.
His actions acted as a signal, the aura of the dozen or so men around him suddenly changed.
The round-faced man let out a laugh, swung the bamboo pole, and without seeing how he did it, the bamboo pole abruptly transformed into a blood-red spear.
The young man with a face full of worldly smiles picked up the big axe.
The auntie who was recognized as female because she had no beard held two heavy-backed broadswords.
More than a dozen people surrounded Jinjiao and Yinjaojiao on three sides, leaving only a narrow escape route to the lake. But anyone with a bit of sense knows that there must be something in the water. What appears to be a way out is actually a dead end.
Jinjiao and Yinjaojiao both looked stunned. "What did we say? And this is how you treat us? Are we being robbed?"
The auntie brandished her heavy-backed broadsword in their direction, seemingly deliberating whether to serve them "chicken breast noodles" or "hutong noodles" next.
The two Doushuanggong acolytes immediately formed hand seals and recited incantations. Yinjiao struck first, unleashing a bolt of thunder against the auntie, which seemed impressive with its roaring thunder and lightning flashes. However, the streaks of electricity that struck the auntie only caused her to furrow her brows slightly, doing no harm at all—it was like being bitten by a bigger mosquito.
Yinjiao was stunned and said in disbelief, "They seem to be cultivating body refining techniques?! That's the last thing we, these small gods who know only a few spells, fear the most."
Jinjiao had some experience and spoke one word at a time, "They are the Wuhui!"
As the two sides were about to start fighting, or as Jinjiao and Yinjiao were going to be overwhelmed on one side, a somewhat pleasant voice rang out in the distance: "Stop."
The entire group of Wuhui instantly lost their spirit, the woman in front, who was the most aggressive, ignoring Jinjiao and Yinjiao, simply put down her axe and walked back to the lakeside by herself, continuing to pull her fishing net. The other Wuhui also put down their weapons and went back to work. After ten or so breaths, it seemed that the entire scene had returned to the peaceful and harmless state before Yinjiao's arrogant question.
Shortly after, a young woman riding a lizard came closer.
The woman wore a veil, but the material of the veil was rather coarse. Through the gaps, one could see that her face was covered with burn scars, and one of her eyes was completely white, indicating that it was blind.
The woman scolded the villagers, saying that they had treated the guests too roughly.
"Esteemed sirs, these are the common folk of the mountains and villages, uncultured in manners. If there have been any indiscretions, I beg your forgiveness."
As the woman spoke, the villagers' faces all broke out into very amiable, very innocent smiles, as if the previous violent scene had never happened.
Jinjiao looked at his younger brother, and Yinjiao became anxious again, muttering something timidly, and could only take the initiative to negotiate himself.
He said somewhat firmly, "We have no offense, but we are indeed from above, and we are deeply connected with this world."
Claiming the Taiji diagram as his own? He isn't that crazy, even Xuandu wouldn't dare to say that.
In this matter, we can only be vague, but we also need to mention the relationship between ourselves and Taiji diagram. You, these common villagers, must not kill me. If you kill me, you will be doomed.
The woman with the veil nodded silently: "I understand. The two of you look quite tired. Let's go back to the village first, and I'll have someone prepare some wine for you."
At the news of wine, Yinjiao's vitality instantly improved. Jinjiao, who was relatively rational, was also very interested. They often sneak drinks from Laojun. Did Laojun know? He definitely knew, but he didn't care. The two idiots thought Laojun didn't know and were very proud of themselves, thinking they had done something extraordinary.
Jinjiao had a bit of experience and knew that under the current circumstances, it was difficult to determine who the enemy was. Drinking the other party's wine was equivalent to asking for death.
He tried to get information from the woman by asking: "Are you from where? And what is your connection with this world?"
Seemingly guessing what he was going to ask, the woman replied succinctly: "My name is Nü Chou. I used to be the great high priestess of the Gonggong tribe of the Wuhui. Ten days ago, when I soared in the sky to persuade the ten Sun birds, I nearly perished in flames. It was only when Taiqing Saint saved me in a critical moment that I was saved."
When she mentioned the ten-day flight in the sky, her sitting lizard lowered its head, and its body trembled unnaturally. Nü Chou kept comforting it until it finally forgot its traumatic past.
Jinjiao and Yinjiao were shocked. The woman, who looked like an ugly eight-mouth monster, was actually a big character! She was able to say the name of Taiqing Saint, which was incredible.
Taiqing is not someone who is sentimental. He always thinks about problems in the most calm and rational way. Every action of his has great significance. You might not understand it at the time, but a thousand years later, you will see how deep and broad Taiqing Saint's layout is. No one who is valued by him is simple.
The name of a saint has an extraordinary power, and if he doesn't respond to your good intentions, he will be aware of any abnormalities if you chant his name with malice.
Nü Chou was able to casually say the name of Taiqing Saint, which meant that she was a friend and not an enemy. Jinjiao and Yinjiao believed her words.
Nü Chou was responsible for the worship of several villages around here. Today, the Taiji world was like a crazy person, with frequent natural disasters. She needed to calm people's hearts and sort out the earth's energy. As the great high priestess, she wasn't just busy; she was incredibly busy.
She told Jinjiao and Yinjiao to rest well, and have someone prepare wine for them. After that, Nü Chou bade her farewell and left on her lizard to a small village eighty li away.
Jinjiao and Yinjiao were not honest people. The will of heaven had it that after eating and drinking to their satisfaction, they wandered around the village, driven by some unseen force to walk down a secluded path in the village, where they discovered a thatched cottage at the end.
"You're back? The worship at Xihai village ended early today." Even though Jinjiao and Yinjiao were originally children, their footsteps were incredibly quiet, but they were still heard by the owner of the thatched cottage.
It was a deep male voice. He thought it was Nü Chou returning, so he immediately pushed open the door, but to his surprise, he saw two of the firewood children instead.
