Wet viviparity

Chapter 132: Mountain Calf, Iron Prison Temple
Ji Ming walked forward in the dark night with howling wind and snow, without leaving a single footprint on the snow.

The Cold Ridge Peak is indeed like the ridge of a knife, cold, hard, and curved. Along the curved upward wind-ridge snow slope, an iron temple stands at the top.

The higher they climbed, the more biting the cold became. Even Ji Ming, who had as strong blood as a tiger, shivered slightly.

The plum branch held on his shoulder looked even fresher in the cold wind and snow, as if it had just been plucked from a thousand-year-old plum tree, with two or three plum blossoms still blooming on it.

After walking along a winding and steep slope, the slope became increasingly steeper, almost reaching a gradient of ninety degrees. Four Void Warriors jumped out from Ji Ming's body and lifted him up.

"Iron Prison Temple!"

Ji Ming looked at the plaque with falling snow and frost on the temple gate and muttered to himself.

Although the vermilion-painted temple door was tightly closed, there was not much snow in front of the door, only the slatted stone floor stained yellow by trampling.

"It seems this place is more lively than I thought."

Ji Ming knocked on the door, but there was no response for a long time. He knocked again, but still no response.

Old Ape said that there was a mountain calf guarding the well here with great skills. Why didn't he come out? Ji Ming was very patient and knocked on the door again, but he used a lot of strength.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The knocks on the temple door were deafening. In the main hall of the temple, there was not a single candle lit. A huge creature was filling the dark hall and lurking there.

He is like a statue that fills the entire hall, and any worshippers can only worship him outside the hall gate.

The knocks on the door disturbed the big creature's sweet dream. He slightly opened his eyes in the darkness, and there was a shrewdness in his eyes that was asymmetrical with his body.

"Ancestor."

A skinny little demon with horns stepped on a pair of cow hooves, quickly stepped up the long steps, knelt in front of the huge palace door, and said: "There is a Taoist with a sword on his back knocking on the door outside, he doesn't look like an ordinary person."

"Humph!"

There was a slight hum in the hall, which spread out like rumbling thunder.

"He is not an ordinary person. He is here to guard the well with me. He is from Zirong Peak. I heard he is quite famous."

The little demon in front of the palace said, "No matter where he comes from, if the old ancestor doesn't like it, we will just beat him to death."

"Haha~"

A loud laugh rang out, like the sound of a huge bell, which made the little demon in front of the hall spit out blood and stagger down the long steps.

"Open the door and welcome the guests."

The vermilion lacquered door was slowly opened, and two teams of little demons with horns and big noses stood on both sides, each holding a long-handled stone axe, like a guard of honor.

"Shapeshift!"

Ji Ming's heart trembled. Although there was no one who had mastered the art of shapeshifting in the little demon guard team here, such a number was almost touching the bottom line of the cultivators.

Walking between the two rows of teams, the little demons on both sides suddenly raised their long axes.

Ji Ming's face turned pale, and he sneered, "Evil beast!"

A demon guarding the well also wanted to show his power to him, so Ji Ming used his powerful grappling skills to sweep around, and swept all the little demons in his hands and threw them high out of the temple.

"Xiaodao, you are so angry."

In the hall, a pitch-black bull head poked out and kept leaning out. In the hall, there was an ear-piercing friction sound similar to that of a steel knife scraping against the ground.

The ox's head was as big as a wide door. It slid down the steps, its eyes shining. In this gloomy, snowy day, it looked like two big red lanterns floating in the air.

"Mountain calf."

As soon as Ji Ming called out, a skinny little demon that looked about 60 to 70 times the size of an adult jumped out and shouted, "Call me master, Master Shan Niu."

The plum branch in Ji Ming's arms moved slightly. The sharp-eyed Shan Niu recognized the thousand-year-old plum branch and said in a different tone, "So you are a distinguished guest of Huoxu Cave."

"Young men, prepare the feast."

"slow."

Ji Ming raised his hand and pretended to press it, pretending to be a business person, and said: "I am here to guard the well, not to enjoy myself. Master Shan Du, please lead me to the well."

The black bull head blinked its big eyes, examining the Taoist in front of it, and twisted its body hidden in the hall out. It was a snake body covered with black scales. The friction sound in the hall was made by the movement of the snake's tail.

The mountain calf coiled up its snake-like body as thick as a jar, raised up the upper half of its body and head like an ox, and blew hot air from its nostrils onto the ground, breaking many bricks and stones.

The two looked at each other for a while, and finally Shan Calf compromised.

Shan Du could see clearly that the other party was holding the thousand-year-old plum branch and was very confident. Although he was intimidated by his aura, he was not very afraid of him in his heart.

The calf shrank and turned into a dark man.

Those eyes were like tiger's eyes, and the messy beard was like an iron brush. He was half naked, wearing only a black scale skirt armor, and led Ji Ming to a higher place with big strides.

There are stone turtles carrying pillars on both sides. On each of the two pillars there is a line of large ancient seal characters - The deep well is like an abyss that locks up evil laws, and those who go against the way and the law will be transformed into immortals.

After passing the pillar gate, you will see the deep well and six Nan Dou spirit tablets beside the well.

Rather than calling it a deep well, it would be better to say that it is a bottomless wind cave.

A strong wind blew out of the cave, bringing with it the cold wind and bitter water from the darkness, which turned into wind and snow that lingered on the peak all year round.

"The land below is not the dark land under Jiheng Mountain."

Ji Ming said firmly.

Wherever the earth veins condense and Yin spirits linger, Yin soil will condense, and this soil can be large or small.

The largest ones are Beiyin Difu and Taishan Gaoli, which are almost a world of their own. The smaller ones are also the size of a mountain or a peak, like the shady land under Lanyin Fangweiniao Mountain.

Although Jiheng Mountain is a famous mountain in the world with a vast expanse of shaded land, it cannot produce such bitter wind and rain that turn into snow on the peak.

"Wait, Kuyu."

Ji Ming waved his hand and swept across the well with his powerful grasping hand, grabbing a handful of bitter water.

The bitter water comes from the sea of ​​bitterness. It is tangible but intangible and exists in the pole of Mount Tai. It is said that there is a Buddhist temple in the sea of ​​bitterness, where a great Buddhist master resides.

Shan Du folded his arms and said, "Every time I stand here, I wonder which god created this well."

As soon as I approached the well, I saw many people and monsters standing about a few feet below the well. They were all half-naked and huddled on protruding rocks where they could hardly stand.

Among them, there were actually one or two children with big heads and small bodies, lying on the wall like geckos.

Shan Du noticed the child that Ji Ming was concerned about and said with a smile, "Life is the most tenacious. Who the hell would have thought that offspring could be born underground."

Ji Ming's eyes moved down the well and he noticed a figure, and that figure also noticed him.

"The donor is really lucky and has a good spell."

Monk Huijin stood on a protruding rock that was only wide enough for one foot to stand on, and said, "I am now in prison. Master will know about this sooner or later, and you are not far from death."

Ji Ming did not say anything and was not in a hurry to put pressure on Monk Huijin. He believed that time would allow the monk to voluntarily reveal everything he wanted.

Next, Shan Du took Ji Ming to familiarize himself with the residence, which was a small stone niche that was only big enough for sitting or lying down.

Shan Niu was not very enthusiastic towards him, but not very indifferent either. There was just a faint sense of rejection in his attitude, which Ji Ming could understand, as goblins always have a sense of territory.

Sitting in the stone niche, he took out the Flying Fire Ruler and inserted it aside. The heat in his body finally made him feel a little better.

On the other side of the well, in another stone niche, Shan Calf was sitting in it, but he did not return to the spacious hall of his Iron Prison Temple.

In the first few days, Ji Ming was still getting familiar with the environment.

Life in the temple was hard, but fortunately Huoxu Cave had not really forgotten him and still sent him the monthly allowance.

The calf sat in the stone niche for a long time, as if it had really become a stone statue in the niche. Even if he took the initiative to greet it, there was no response.

Ji Ming listened to the sound of wind and snow, and the whispers from down in the well, and slowly entered into meditation.

After getting familiar with the environment, he began to practice the three yang meridians of hands and feet as usual. Several void warriors were refined in his dantian and placed in the acupoints.

During this kind of practice, shell beads, feather powder, and fasting pills flowed into the mouth and stomach like water.

Within a few months, twenty-four new acupoints in the Yang meridians were opened, totaling fifty-three acupoints, and there were also eighteen Void Warriors, but the resources for practice had reached the limit.

Ji Ming really wanted to know how Monk Huijin was able to create those 181 Vajra Warriors in the second stage of Qi Refining. There must be a big secret.

Thinking of this, he cast his gaze down the well mouth and thought to himself, "Monk Huijin, how long can you hold on?"

(End of this chapter)