As soon as the words fell, I saw the white sedan curtain lifted, and a woman walked out of the sedan chair.

I saw that this woman was petite, only one meter and five years old, and she looked like a teenage girl. She was thin, extremely white-skinned, burstable by blowing, and her long black hair hung down like a cascade.

India is not devoid of fair-skinned people, but they tend to be very few and concentrated in the upper castes. But the Van Chow caste is often tall and tall, completely different from the woman in front of him.

Not only that, but she was also dressed very differently from the Indian woman I had in my impression of wearing a sari. Although it was summer in India and the temperature was extremely high, the woman was wearing a pure white coat with a red undergarment of the same style.

This set of clothes gives me the feeling of being very heavy, obviously not summer clothes but autumn or even winter should be worn, and the style is closer to the ancient Chinese Hanfu.

The woman wore a wreath of flowers around her neck, all of which were red and delicate. In his hand, he carried a slender golden lotus staff more than one meter long.

The head of the staff is carved with a lifelike blooming lotus flower, with nine petals, and the body of the staff is engraved with a faintly invisible fine pattern, I don't know whether it is a spell or a decoration, and it emits a dazzling golden light in the sun, which seems to be made of pure gold.

The most striking thing about this woman is that she is wrapped with thick white gauze from her eyes to her forehead, as if she has just undergone eye surgery and is in the recovery period, and she can't see her facial features clearly, only the tip of her nose and a small cherry mouth remain.

Mysterious and reverie-inspiring.

She wore no hat on her head, her body was barefoot, and the backs of her hands and insteps were painted with blue-black henna, and she walked towards us with an outstanding momentum, like a fairy from the sky.

I thought to myself, this woman can speak Chinese, and accurately called the names of the three of us, it seems that there is quite a bit of Taoism, and the reincarnation of the true saint daughter is indeed worthy of the name.

But I can't feel the aura emanating from her body, it doesn't seem to be any different from ordinary people, and even belongs to the type of body weakness, and her qi and blood are not smooth, just like Sister Lin in "Dream of Red Mansions", sick and sick.

Such a delicate little girl is good anywhere, but it's a pity that she seems to be blind, but her gait doesn't look like it.

When the woman approached, she first reached out and helped Master Warren and Xiao Shamen, who were kneeling on the ground, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and whispered something to the two. Master Warren and Xiao Shamen were so frightened that they clasped their hands together and bowed down.

After chatting a few words, the three of them walked up to us together. Xiao Shamen was very excited and introduced to us.

"Three, this is the reincarnation of Xiao Jixiangtian's Hima Holy Maiden, the Holy Maiden Prophet, I already know that the three Taoist friends are coming, she said that with your help this time, this trip will be smooth......"

We looked at each other and were shocked. I bowed my hand again to the Hima Holy Daughter, saying that I would be fortunate to meet her, and asked her how she could speak Chinese. Could it be that he also has Chinese ancestry like Xiao Shamen?

Xima smiled and did not speak, but Xiao Shamen rushed to say that the holy woman was the reincarnation of the gods, not to mention Chinese, she could speak the languages of the world.

The languages of the whole world?! Xiao Shamen's words shocked us again.

I have heard Master say before that after the reincarnation of a living Buddha in Tibetan Tantra, he is only a child of five or six years old, but he knows everything about the thousands of years he has gone through, and he knows his disciples like a treasure.

It's magical.

How can it not be surprising that the reincarnated saint Xima in front of him looks like she is only a teenager, she can speak the languages of the whole world, and she has no prophets?

Although Xima's eyes and forehead were wrapped in thick white gauze, the pair of eyes behind the gauze seemed to be able to see through everything, and she looked at me calmly, as if she was looking at an old friend I hadn't seen for many years, and said leisurely.

"Su Bai, after a thousand years, I didn't expect you to forget me, but it doesn't matter, you will eventually remember who I am and who you are......"

She smiled and added.

"By the way, the deity is not blind, the gauze on my eyes is just afraid to scare you......"

I was more and more shocked, the word blind was just in my mind, how did she know?! Could it be that this woman knows how to read minds?!

And what he said made me even more inexplicable.

Listen to what she meant, we actually knew each other before, but I can't remember it. How is this possible? Since I was born, I have never been to India, how can I ever meet this little auspicious day?

She also said "a thousand years of farewell", which is even more ridiculous, little brother, I have only lived for 20 years now, where did the millennium come from? A thousand years ago, I'm afraid that the ancestors of my family had not yet been born at that time!

Seeing that I was puzzled, Hima no longer explained, but listened to my repeated questions, but instead used a celestial proverb to prevaricate, telling me that "the secret of heaven must not be revealed".

Her life is legendary, she is a human divinity, and her speech is mysterious, which inevitably gives people the illusion of gods chattering, which makes me curious, but I have no choice but to give up.

It was noon, and Hima looked up at the sky and determined the number of people who would enter the secret array.

There are a total of seven people who entered the secret array this time, namely me, the fat man, and the amorous on behalf of the Chinese side; Representing the ancient Buddhism of India, Guru Warren, Lesser Shamansamit and Kunal, as well as the little auspicious heaven who took the holy relics, the Hima Holy Maiden.

When we were ready, the Hima Lady was thoughtful, and she specially asked Master Warren and Kunale to come over, and they recited the words in their mouths, and then the hand seal was printed on the top of their heads.

I didn't understand, so I asked Xiao Shamen what he was doing. Could it be some mysterious ritual? Before he could reply, he heard Master Warren and Kunal speak in unison.

"Thank you, Holy Maiden!"

What the two said turned out to be Chinese! It's just that the tone is a little weird, similar to the Chinese accent of Shaman Summit.

Looking at us with incredible faces, Hima smiled slightly, saying that Summit and she could already speak Chinese, and now she had blessed the two monks that they could talk in Chinese for a few days, so that they could communicate with each other.

We stammered one by one, looking at each other, if you use words to describe it, the feeling at that time was: Zhente Ma God!

Before entering the battle, the Holy Maiden of Shima asked Master Warren if he had anything ready. Master Warren nodded respectfully, waved his hand, and asked the two monks to bring over three coarse cloth bags, about the size of me, the fat man, and the amorous backpack.

Guru Warren, Little Shaman, and Kunale were each lying on their backs, looking bulging.

I asked Xiao Shamen what this thing was, and Xiao Shamen smiled and opened it to show me. I saw that the inside of the coarse cloth bag was divided into two areas, one of which was a white powder, and the smell was pungent, like lime.

In the other case, there is a human-shaped pastry, with a fresh fragrance, apparently freshly made.

I was puzzled and asked him what he was doing with these pastries. Eat on the road? That's too much, isn't it?

Xiao Shamen told me that the name of this item is "Ghost Feeding Slave", and it is made from a special type of Dong rice. Although I can't be sure, this thing seems to be what we often call Yuanjiang rice in the Celestial Empire.