Wet viviparity

Chapter 106 Characters, Fighting News
Who is Fawen Seng?
The old Taoist told Ji Ming that Monk Fawen was the fourth disciple of Sulazi. He had just entered the second stage of Qi Refining and had not yet refined the five Qi in his chest. His foundation was still shallow, but he was an outstanding person.

Zen Master Hu Ma told Ji Ming that Monk Fa Wen was a wealthy monk who did not care about worldly things and had little experience in the world.

All they need is a few nice words and a bit of performance to win the favor of Monk Fawen and take a shortcut in the Taoist examination.

Ji Ming walked into the hall with his head held high and saw some people sitting cross-legged on both sides. To be more precise, they were all monsters who had undergone different degrees of transformation.

One with a flat beak.

Some have their tails hidden in their waists.

There is one with a scorpion-like hand.

There are also those with recurved feet like those of sheep, deer, and wolves.

Seeing this strange-looking monster, Ji Ming felt relieved. Among such a group of monsters, his pair of claws was definitely not eye-catching.

He was just thinking about giving the monk Fawen a head start when he heard a voice from a corner saying, "It turned out to be the boy from the dry road."

The so-called boy from the drought path refers to him. No, it refers to the experience of Shilong, the boy with poisonous hands, who served as a male lover of the lecherous monk Kongle Lao Fo from southern Tian.

There are many evil villains here, all of whom are from the circle of Tiger Horse Zen Master, and they are well aware of the dark history of the Poisonous Hand Boy.

At the top of the hall, under the reclining Buddha, the monk Fawen's joyful smile on his face suddenly faded a lot, as if he was pondering the story behind this "dry road boy".

Ji Ming's good mood had mostly disappeared, but he was still walking in the hall, secretly emitting several invisible and colorless energy energies, hovering in the air above the hall.

There was a pair of green eyes in the hall, staring in surprise at the several streams of energy in the hall that were dancing like dragons and snakes.

Sure enough, Ji Ming had only taken a few steps when the sneaky voice sounded again.

"get out."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flew out from behind a table and landed in front of Ji Ming's feet.

The man looked around in horror and met Ji Ming's eyes. He shrank back in fear, but a force from his body pinned him to his feet.

Ji Ming smiled and said, "Brother, there is an evil guest at the banquet."

Zen Master Hu Ma's face darkened. He didn't expect that at the small banquet he hosted, someone would dare to ignore him and deliberately embarrass his good friend.

You have to know that they, the independent people, can maintain temporary peace in the other courtyard, thanks to their status as a high-ranking monk, which enables them to establish a relationship with Monk Fawen and then cater to his wishes.

"Five ghosts, come quickly." Zen Master Hu Ma shouted, and immediately a cold wind blew in the hall, and five unclear figures flashed in the hall.

"This guest must be drunk. Please help him sober up."

Without waiting for the man to explain, the five ghosts grabbed him and rushed out of the hall. Like a hurricane, they swept him deep into the temple and quietly drowned him in the well.

Without the spoilers, the atmosphere in the hall became lively.

Monk Fawen was very interested in Ji Ming's telekinetic skill and asked, "Your secret skill is very similar to one of my sect's skills."

"But Crane Control Technique?!"

Ji Ming asked knowingly.

Monk Fawen nodded, and looked at the poisonous boy Shilong with a burning gaze, as if he was delighted to see prey, and said: "I don't know what secret skill it is, can you allow me to learn a little bit?"

Ji Ming glanced at Master Hu Ma and when he saw him nod slightly, he knew that the real show was about to begin.

He had heard from Zen Master Hu Ma that the monk Fa Wen loved to make friends with people from all walks of life and to learn from others' strengths, so he made friends with many left-wing exiles in Xiaoxi Mountain.

In order to please Fawen, Zen Master Hu Ma gathered many independent monks to serve Fawen wholeheartedly in Xiaoxi Mountain, and the momentum they gathered was quite large.

However, this Fa Wen can understand any skill at once and learn it once, so if you don’t have some unique skills, it will be difficult to please him for a long time.

On the contrary, if anyone had special skills, Monk Fawen would immediately offer a hundred coins and six shell pearls as a token of his instruction.

Ji Ming looked around and said, "My secret skill is called 'Postnatal Gang Qi'."

"What a big breath!"

"How dare you call yourself an acquired master with such a mere secret skill?"

"Where did the Zen Master find this crazy person?"

"You don't know, that's our crazy butterfly, specializing in picking flowers."

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The guests in the hall were whispering, and Monk Fawen was becoming more and more curious.

"Please enlighten me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a few steps forward, shook his shoulders lightly, raised his arms, and moved his two fists to smash out like two chains.

"Snapped!

Snapped! "

There were popping noises in the air, like the sound of firecrackers, and there was a smell of exorcism.

“The “New Year’s Fist” of Taiping Mountain.”

Ji Ming immediately determined from the smell of the boxing that Fa Wen was using, he did not expect it to be this kind of boxing.

The two fists were swung out, heading straight for Ji Ming's face, but they failed to move forward even an inch as soon as they got close, and hit an invisible thick wall, creating invisible ripples.

"Come again!"

Monk Fawen became serious and started to fight in earnest. All that could be heard was the sound of explosions from all directions as he swung his fists.

Many people who practiced evil skills and shamanic methods felt as if they were struck by lightning and burned by fire when they heard the explosion. They cried out in pain, threw down the table, and rolled on the ground to beg for the law to stop the fist. This is the Gan Sui Fist, which is said to have been passed down by a certain star god and included in Taiping Mountain.

Zen Master Hu Ma retreated silently, signaling Ji Ming with his eyes to stop and not forget the business.

Ji Ming urged the Qi to spread throughout his body, just like a wall of Qi. No matter how hard the fist hit him, it could not be loosened at all. Occasionally, a soft force would penetrate the "wall", but the Qi inside the "wall" would be disturbed and become useless.

The reason why he dared to pretend that he had acquired the inner energy by using the Crane Controlling Skill was that he had a subtle grasp of the energy, which was unprecedented.

"Hear the Dharma!"

Ji Ming shouted softly, and when it reached the ears of Monk Fawen, his voice was much deeper and sharper, like that of his master Sulazi.

"Hear the Dharma!"

Ji Ming shouted again.

"Master." Monk Fawen stopped punching and looked at Ji Ming in disbelief. He subconsciously took a step back and his fighting spirit suddenly relaxed.

Ji Ming was muttering something, and to Fa Wen it sounded like his master was questioning him.

"Homework to do?"

“Can I read Buddhist scriptures?”

“Have you ever examined yourself every day and eliminated the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance?”

"Are you aware of the whereabouts of the celestial being who can help me overcome the calamity?"

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All the questions pointed directly at his true nature, and frightened Fa Wen so much that his face turned pale and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground. All the people around him stood up, fearing that this "scattered god" might be harmed.

This phantom sound was performed by Ji Ming using the Haishi Dafa. This was the first time he used this secret skill after achieving minor success in the Haishi Dafa. He did not expect that the target was a disciple of Su Luo.

It seems that Fa Wen's mind is far from mature, and his joy, anger, sorrow and fear are all expressed on his face, which does not seem to be fake.

It is possible that he could, by relying on the cover of his identity as the Poisonous Hand Boy, obtain some of Su Luozi's confidential secrets against the gods from Fa Wen.

"This plan works."

Ji Ming thought.

"What merit is this?"

Fa Wen was still frightened and asked with folded hands.

"Change the sky and strike the earth!" Ji Ming made up another name.

"Nice name, nice secret skill."

Fa Wen was praising here, but Zen Master Hu Ma felt his scalp tingling when he heard it.

He knew his own brother's capabilities and was afraid that he was using his tricks to fool Fa Wen. But you can fool him as you like, but don't always mention the word "tian" (sky), such as acquired qi, or changing the sky and striking the earth. This is against taboo.

"The banquet has begun, please return to your seats."

As he spoke, the Zen master took Ji Ming in one hand and Fawen in the other, and came to the three cushions under the reclining Buddha in the main hall, and then asked Fawen to sit in the middle.

In this way, Fawen was in the middle, the Zen master was on the left, and Ji Ming was on the right.

After sitting cross-legged, Ji Ming saw the blue-eyed female Taoist sitting next to the red-painted pillar. In the bright candlelight, her eyes were still shining green.

Her gaze swept over and met Ji Ming's gaze, as if she wanted to penetrate the "wall" of energy that had been covering Ji Ming's body, so as to see Ji Ming's true self.

Ji Ming suddenly turned his head and met that pair of curious and happy eyes again.

"The pretty-faced thief Cui Erniang!"

Ji Ming thought.

When Cui Erniang saw Ji Ming looking at her, two blushes appeared on her cheeks, her beautiful eyes were like hooks, and her legs were rubbing against each other slightly while she was sitting bent.

Ji Ming's scalp tingled when he was looked at. He didn't expect that in such a small temple, he would run into the Poison Hand Boy's good friend, Master Hu Ma, and his mistress, Cui Er Niang.

Vegetarian food was served one by one. Zen Master Hu Ma drank tea instead of wine. He talked a lot during the meal and blew the Dharma conch shell to Fa Wen, praising this Sula disciple to the sky.

When the atmosphere was heated, someone played a cheerful flute tune. Fa Wen, who loved music, even went on stage himself, beating the 羯鼓 with a stick and singing and dancing.

The blue-eyed Taoist woman was obviously trying to curry favor with Fa Wen. She performed the Heavenly Fox Dance in the hall accompanied by the music of flutes and drums. Even Ji Ming was fascinated by the dance.

The group of demons lost all sense of responsibility and behaved recklessly in the temple. If they were not afraid of scaring Fa Wen, they might have held an unrestrained meeting.

At the beginning, Ji Ming was skeptical about the reason why this dignified Su Luo disciple of Fa Wen mixed with the evil people and ate so much meat and vegetables.

Now look at these people who are flattering and singing along, the emotional value is sufficient. No wonder this Fa Wen is happy to hang out here.

After the banquet was over, the monks led the guests to the meditation room to rest.

"Good brother!"

At this time, all the monsters in the hall dispersed, and Zen Master Hu Ma shouted with anticipation, his tone sounding a little impatient.

Ji Ming nodded slightly, looked at the blue-eyed female Taoist who was led to a meditation room by the monk, and then tapped his bag lightly, and the beautiful girl's banner flew into his hand.

"Look at my magic tricks."

Ji Ming laughed strangely and felt that he had grasped the key to the role of the Poison Hand Boy. He could remember it in one word: lust.

(End of this chapter)