Lin Mengya looked at herself to make sure there was nothing wrong with her. Then, she walked towards the Witch Temple with Baisu.
It was not a celebration, so there were not so many people on the street.
Lin Mengya keenly sensed that there were people staring at them from all sides.
Although they were here to protect themselves, Lin Mengya was sure that as long as Baisu got close to the Witch Temple, someone would jump out and take her away.
"Wait for me at the place outside the palace and pick me up in four hours. If you're early, wait for me at the teahouse over there. "
This was one of the reasons why Lin Mengya did not try to hide her identity. Xiaoyu or Wanyan Lie's men could protect her and keep an eye on her.
Rather than sneaking around and causing those unwarranted speculations, it was better to reveal it honestly.
Baisu nodded and looked at Lin Mengya as if she wanted to say something. Then she left reluctantly.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
Lin Mengya comforted Baisu, knowing that she was worried.
The Witch Temple was not a dangerous place, so they could not do anything to her.
They passed through the street and arrived at the Outer King City.
The majestic roof of the Divine Shaman Temple was very eye-catching in the crowded streets.
He also saw the people passing by looking at the building that had carried the faith of god knows how many years. They all looked at it with reverence.
Lin Mengya sighed softly in her heart.
At this point, she felt that she could almost confirm the relationship between Baizhi and the Lord Sorcerer.
Bloodline was a mysterious yet incomparably accurate thing.
Moreover, her age was very different from that of the Divine Shaman. Baizhi's identity was already obvious.
However, Lin Mengya was more curious. Although Baisu said that the Witch Masters did not get married, they were not bound by any rules.
But for them, there weren't any restrictions. Even if they married someone else, there wouldn't be any obstacles, right?
If Baizhi was really the daughter of the Witch Master, then there must be a lot of secrets involved.
Lin Mengya glanced at the gate of the Shrine of Sorcerer, then she stepped into the gate of the Shrine of Sorcerer.
Everything was as usual. It seemed that the bustling outside could not penetrate into the quiet atmosphere.
Lin Mengya easily found the main hall of the Witch Temple according to her memory that day.
That day, she was in a hurry, so she didn't take a good look.
Unlike the main hall of a temple, the architectural style here was not as solemn as that of a Buddhist temple.
However, it was still solemn, causing one to feel a sense of respect from the bottom of one's heart.
Although there weren't many followers cultivating, there were still some attendants in the courtyard who helped out in the temple.
When he saw Lin Mengya, he naturally came up to her.
However, all of them had a cold and aloof look on their faces. It was probably because the person they were serving was the noblest person in the Lieyun Kingdom.
"Miss, Lord God Shaman is meditating, you can't barge in."
His tone was polite. Perhaps it was because he recognized that Lin Mengya's clothes were made of expensive materials, so he restrained his arrogance toward ordinary people.
Lin Mengya was not annoyed. She nodded gently, took out the Madam's jade token, and held it in her hand.
"I was ordered by the palace's Madam Jingrou to come here and ask Lord Divine Shaman about some matters. I hope big sister can make an exception."
Perhaps they could treat others with arrogance.
However, to the real nobles in the palace, they were not good enough.
After a moment of hesitation, the muscles on his face relaxed a little.
"Oh, it's a messenger from the palace. Please wait a moment, let me go and inform him."
Only by revealing her identity as the Madam would she not be deliberately put in a difficult position.
But besides saving trouble, Lord Divine Shaman would be more wary of her.
Anyway, Lin Mengya didn't care about these small problems. While waiting, she casually looked around.
Everything in this courtyard exuded a simple and unsophisticated aura.
However, compared with the neighboring Witch Empress Temple, the architectural style here was somewhat different.
Since she came to Lieyun, she had lived in the palace most of the time.
However, she had also been in and out of the inner and outer cities many times. Those buildings were different, but also had something in common.
However, the style here seemed to be the same.
Looking through her memory, whether it was Dajin or the other two countries, she had never seen such an architectural style.
Thinking about it, the architecture of the temple all had its own significance.
What was the meaning of this place?
The messenger went in and reported for a long time, but did not come out. Lin Mengya finally saw a passing servant, and immediately called him with a polite and gentle smile.
Fortunately, although this person was young, he was also an old man who had served in the Witch Temple for three years.
He was relatively mild-tempered. Lin Mengya just pretended to be curious and asked a few questions.
Only then did she know that the Witch Temple was said to be designed by the first generation of Divine Shaman.
Although it had been renovated several times, the general architecture had not changed.
In that case, the style here should be influenced by the Divine Shaman.
The Divine Shamans all came from the tomb of the Witch Empress. Could it be that the architectural style came from the tomb of the Witch Empress?
It was not impossible. Since the beginning of the Divine Shamans, they were all fifteen-year-old girls.
Although they were of noble status and were respected by others.
But how could a fifteen-year-old girl not feel uneasy and lonely when she came to a strange place alone?
If she were a Divine Shaman, she would probably adopt the same style as her hometown.
Perhaps it was just to reminisce about the hometown that she could never return to.
She could not help but feel a little melancholy. Although her roots were here, she could never forget that period of more than twenty years.
Didn't the so-called Divine Shaman imprison the youth of a young girl and waste her time?
If there was no King of Venomous Worms, without the restraint of the Witch Empress, would there be no meaning for these Divine Shamans to exist?
For a moment, she thought of many things.
In the midst of her chaotic thoughts, she saw the servant who had just reported.
"Miss, please follow me."
Lin Mengya nodded and collected all her thoughts.
She followed the servant into the main hall of the Witch Temple.
In the hall, there was a quiet sandalwood fragrance that made people involuntarily focus.
Lin Mengya analyzed the components of the fragrance as usual, but found that there were more than ten kinds of herbs mixed in.
But what puzzled her was that most of these herbs had analgesic ingredients.
Could it be that the Divine Shaman was not feeling well these days?
"Miss, please wait for a moment. The Divine Shaman will be here soon."
He politely settled Lin Mengya down and even served her a cup of tea.
The servant seemed to not dare to stay here any longer and immediately left.
Holding the teacup, Lin Mengya's eyes could not help but look at everything in the main hall.
There was no difference from what she saw before, except that it was quiet and cool, not as lively as the outside.
But at the same time, Lin Mengya also found something strange.
Although there were windows here, they were only for ventilation.
As for lighting, these windows seemed to have not been considered at all.
The light in the inner hall was completely taken from the candles that were lit day and night.
Strange, could it be that the previous generations of Divine Shamans did not like sunlight?
"You're here."
Just as he looked around, a gentle and cold voice sounded in his ears.
Lin Mengya immediately stood up and bowed. Sure enough, the Divine Shaman whom she had been thinking about for a long time was sitting in front of her.
The wooden wheelchair made a rough sound. Even though he was not good at walking, the Divine Shaman was still noble and cold, like a god.
"I'm sorry to disturb you by visiting suddenly."
Although there were many questions in her mind, Lin Mengya knew that this Divine Shaman was not to be offended.
Fortunately, the Divine Shaman seemed to have a good impression of her. He curled his lips and gave her a gentle but distant smile.
"It's okay. Just tell me what doubts you have, Madam."
The title of Madam was still useful. Lin Mengya naturally knew that the reason why the Divine Shaman could see her was because of Madam.
After gently taking a deep breath, Lin Mengya raised her head and looked at the Divine Shaman.
She looked at the Lord Sorcerer with a resolute gaze. Her face was almost identical to Baizhi's.
"What I want to know is, what is the relationship between Divine Shaman and the little girl in my house."
He went straight to the point and went straight to the point.
Lin Mengya had already predicted that the Divine Shaman would not admit it easily, so she had to press him step by step to make him talk.
"What little girl?"
The eyes of the seemingly calm Lord God Shaman unexpectedly revealed a trace of panic.
But she quickly adjusted her state of mind, thinking that Lin Mengya did not notice. In fact, Lin Mengya had already seen it.
"Seventeen years ago, my family adopted a little girl. The girl's parents died and she grew up alone with no one to rely on. She grew up with me. But this little girl in my house looks exactly like you, Madam. Could it be that she is a relative of Madam? "
Lin Mengya's gaze suddenly became extremely sharp. Even the Divine Shaman found it difficult to resist.
"There are so many people who look alike in the world. It's probably a coincidence."
The Divine Shaman's gaze was a little erratic, obviously a little guilty.
Lin Mengya was even more certain of her thoughts, and the smile on her lips became more and more certain.
"Oh, if that's the case, then I'm relieved. This little girl is good at everything, but she wants to find her relatives. What a pity, if she could just take a look at them, she would be at ease. "
Lin Mengya deliberately led the Divine Shaman and made her words ambiguous.
She said this in a regretful tone. Unsurprisingly, the Divine Shaman, who was calm just a moment ago, had already clenched her small hands that were placed on her knees.
"How … how is she?"
There was an unconcealable urgency in his tone. Lin Mengya saw that the Divine Shaman had already taken the bait.
Instead, he sighed and said in a sorrowful tone,
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