Wet viviparity

Chapter 109: Confession, Question and Answer Sheet
In the early morning, the sky was bright and the mountain fog was thin. Ji Ming packed his luggage and walked all the way to Fayan Villa without disturbing other people in the temple.

After verifying his identity with several Taoist priests guarding the mountain gate and paying a dozen coins, he was then kindly guided to the assessment site.

Following the guide, they went up along a winding mountain path, which reminded Ji Ming of the Tubi Peak in Hengshan.

Ji Ming looked at the floating clouds outside the peak, flicked his sleeves lightly, and laughed in his heart, thinking that he was now a member of the left-wing gang.

At that time, I killed all the scattered people on Tu Bi Peak and made them fall from the winding mountain road to the foot of the peak. I hope that this time I will not be committing the "bad karma" of my previous life!

There were already many figures on the mountain path, wearing various costumes, both Taoists and laymen, and some were even wearing the traditional costumes of the Liling Sheba people.

Lanyin was originally a frontier area, where barbarians and foreigners lived together. Ji Ming was somewhat surprised by what he saw.

He noticed a group of people who were clearly separated from them, and the contempt in their behavior was almost undisguised.

Those are some families within this area, families that practice cultivation. Although they are not the top families that practice cultivation, they have also accumulated wealth for several generations in the Fayan Courtyard.

After passing the Panfeng Mountain Road and walking across a suspension bridge, the Taoist practitioners who passed the examination arrived at a forest where there were many retreat houses built with writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones.

"Quiet House!"

Ji Ming looked at the independent small houses and thought to himself.

Such quiet houses are often built by the people in China. The local religious believers often invite Taoists to write confessions in the quiet houses, or to atone for sins, to eliminate disasters, or to pray for blessings.

It seems that the first test in this assessment is the repentance for eliminating disasters and relieving misfortunes in Taoist classics.

In the forest, an old Taoist priest was waiting here early.

He frowned, restrained his expression, held a whisk in his hand, and tied his hair into a bun meticulously. In his old eyes, he suppressed his hostility towards Sanren.

Seeing the wanderers coming in groups of three or four, with no trace of immortal air about them, he couldn't help but snort.

He knew that as a mere Taoist disciple, he had reached the limit of the second stage of Qi Refining, and he could not object to Taiping Mountain's policy of absorbing independent practitioners.

Now he could only suppress his temper and said, "First test, please write three confessions for yourselves."

Writing a confession requires quiet concentration, but there are only a few quiet rooms, and many people hurried over to occupy one.

Ji Ming chose a nearby one, thinking that someone would come and rob him, but surprisingly no one disturbed him. It seemed that everyone understood the principle of life in the underworld - don't mess with the elderly, children, and women.

He stood in the room, bent over the desk, gathered his energy around the pen, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink. Just as he was about to start writing, he hesitated for a moment.

In addition to the writing standards, this confession also tests its degree of effectiveness.

It is said that "one is burned in fire and descends to the Yin earth to relieve its sins; one is sunk in water and turns between mountains and rivers to eliminate its disasters; one is sent to fly to the sky and reach the stars in the sky to grant it blessings."

As a celestial being, whenever I get involved in Taoist arts, it seems that I always get spiritual results.

For example, in the festival, he only performed the rituals of sealing the earth and fasting, and it attracted the evil spirit to question his conscience. I wonder if the same is true for the confession.

In order to prevent his confession from being too effective, Ji Ming had to smudge the surfaces of the three confessions with a little ink after writing them.

After calculating the time and listening to the footsteps outside the temple, he realized that many people had already finished writing their confessions, so he packed up the three copies and went to hand them over to the Taoist priest.

Two basins of water and fire had been set up in front of the old Taoist priest. Ji Ming walked over with three confessions in his hands. Before he could say a word, the confessions were taken away by the Taoist priests around the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist took a quick glance and nodded slightly.

Although the pages of these three confessions were somewhat stained, one could see that they were written fluently and with a coherent rhythm, which was very rare among casual writers.

Looking at other people's writing, their handwriting is so crooked that it almost flies off the paper. I really don't even think about whether it is effective.

“I’ve put in some effort.”

The old Taoist praised generously, and then placed two confessions for atonement and relief into the two basins of water and fire.

"Please welcome the two people, Shan Gui and He Jun, from the Fayan Temple in Xiaoxi Mountain."

The old Taoist flicked his dust tail and muttered something. Immediately, two arms stretched out from the two basins of water and fire and scooped up something from the basins.

Two tattered, shapeless pieces of gauze-like paper were fished out from the water and the fire respectively.

This is the embodiment of the effectiveness of the confession book. There is a saying in the folk that burning paper on the seventh day of the death is to express grief for the deceased. The root of this is derived from this. The more effective it is, the more complete the invisible confession book is.

"qualified."

The old Taoist nodded towards Ji Ming.

There was no need to test the effectiveness of the third confession letter sent to heaven to seek blessings, as Fayan Courtyard did not have the ability to ask the heavenly officials to test it.

After saying "accepted", before Ji Ming could be happy, he was pushed away by an old man.

Ji Ming was pushed away, but he was not annoyed. He just saw that the old man came to participate in the Taoist assessment at such an old age, and he deeply felt the attraction of Taiping Mountain to individual people.

Before he could finish his sigh, he heard the Taoist priest shout "Pass". He immediately glanced at the old man again and found that the old man was also secretly looking at him.

"He knows me?"

Ji Ming's eyelids twitched, and he carefully recalled the portrait of the Poisonous Hand Boy in his biography, but he found nothing after a long time.

Ji Ming watched the old man leave and thought to himself, "He must know me."

"Unqualified!"

"The confession is not in accordance with the rules!"

"The writing is damaged and unqualified."

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Even though it is just a small confession, many ordinary people failed this test.

Next was the second test, which was also an examination of Taoist scriptures. The content of this test was "Notes on the Dao Qi of Heaven". It was a question-and-answer test, the easiest one, and one could pass it just by memorizing the contents.

The Taoist priest asked a question and they wrote the answer on the paper.

Question: What is the key to the magical flower?

Ji Ming replied: Don’t cling or get attached, be full of energy and don’t want to sleep, always be clear and awake.

Question: When did the ancestor of the Taiping Mountain lineage enter Difei Mountain, and who was his first master?

Ji Ming replied: I entered Difei Mountain at the age of thirteen and first worshipped the medical master Cen Dongzi as my teacher.

Question: Which true Dharma was the predecessor of the Taiping Dharma?
Ji Ming replied: "The Qing Nang Book" written by Taiping Zhenjun Gan Xiong.

Question: Who in the world created the way of alchemy?
Ji Ming hesitated for a moment after this answer and erased the person from the Great Chunyang Palace that he had originally written down. Although that person was recognized as the ancestor of alchemy, he was a descendant of Zhongtian.

This old Taoist question is really shameless. He is trying to attribute other people's achievements to his own Taoist lineage.

After hesitating for a long time, Ji Ming still wrote about Madam Nanhua Huode. The Huangting Neijing Jing written by her can be regarded as the embryo of the alchemy path, and she can barely be recognized as the ancestor of the alchemy path.

There were several more questions that followed, many of which were beyond the scope of Cang Tian Dao Qi Zhu, and Ji Ming's answers were halting.

After the Q&A session was over, Ji Ming breathed a sigh of relief and had time to look around.

Many people were in a worse condition than him. They were sweating profusely. Even the family members were secretly wiping their sweat and looked very nervous.

He noticed that the old man was looking at him strangely again.

"Could it be that he has disguised himself like me?" Ji Ming thought.

At this time, the monk Fawen came out of the forest, accompanied by monsters such as the Tiger and Horse Zen Master. They came roaring, like the bandits gathering in the mountains and forests.

Monk Fawen saw Ji Ming, nodded slightly in greeting, then picked up the collected answer sheets and began to mark them one by one personally.

"Oops!"

Ji Ming suddenly remembered his identity as a free man. This question and answer session was beyond the scope of the exam. If he answered too well and exceeded the standard, wouldn't he be admitting his guilt?

Amid his nervousness, Monk Fawen took out his answer sheet, glanced at it briefly, and laughed out loud.

(End of this chapter)