Wet viviparity

Chapter 135: Granting Dharma, the Monk Speaks

Passing through the pillar gate outside the well, Wuguer, who was happy with his new name, touched his back.

He had often heard that immortals, especially those from the heterodox Buddhist sects, always liked to hide wit in their words, test the wisdom and perception of others, and use this to grant opportunities.

After returning to the temple dormitory, Wuguer was so excited that he did not discuss with other mountain calf descendants. He privately took 10,000 talisman coins, which were filled into several large boxes, and loaded them directly to the stone niche outside the well.

In front of the stone niche, Wuguer's face was full of enthusiasm, but the little fairy gave no more hints.

Just like that, Wuguer walked back to the temple in a daze, hid in his own room and kept thinking hard, but he still had no clue.

He had a sharp mind, so he could always serve his ancestors. He knew very well that he would have no future here and would be just a prisoner for generations.

Those who are ambitious should follow the example of the old ape in Huoxu Cave and the two generals Tiger and Snake in Huangdeng Cave, and seek a job or position with the True Man of Righteousness and strive to become a registered disciple.

“Three times!”

“Three times!”

Wuguer felt that his brain was not enough, so he took a gift and carefully came to a meditation room.

"The ancestors said that the king is very wise, well-versed in Taoism and Buddhism, and has a great background. I am confused now, so I came to ask the king for help."

Wu Gu'er spoke very humbly and carefully delivered the gift to the door. After a long time, a voice came from the room, "It must be about that little Taoist priest."

Wu Gu'er's eyes lit up and he said, "Your Majesty is indeed as good as a god in predicting things."

As he spoke, he told the story of how he was hit three times by the plum branch.

"The plum blossom gets its fragrance after going through bitter cold. Bitter cold is a calamity, and the fragrance is the true Dharma. The three blows to your body mean that after going through three calamities and three sufferings, the flower can bloom and see the Buddha, and get its true Dharma and wonderful fragrance."

Wuguer was enlightened by what he heard. He gasped and bowed, saying, "I can endure hardships. I can endure not only three calamities, but also ten or a hundred calamities. I am just afraid that I will not get the true Dharma."

As he spoke, he actually started to sob, and the king in the room felt the same way.

"What exactly are the three calamities?"

Wuguer asked.

The king in the room was silent for a long time before he slowly said, "I don't know, I don't know. You have to figure it out for yourself."

Wuguer felt that the other party had said it, but also felt that the other party had not said it. He looked at the gift that had been delivered to the room and actually had the urge to take it back.

The Toad Monster leaning against the door opened his mouth wide, playing with his fork, looked at the night outside the room, and said with a smile: "Maybe I'll ask you to go find him at midnight!"

Wuguer's eyes lit up and he set off immediately.

"I just said it casually, but he took it seriously." The Toad Monster was a little dumbfounded.

"Good ideas, stupid ideas, they are all ideas, they all have potential. This little demon is quite interesting, and that little Taoist has a very unique vision!"

The Yaksha King looked at the Toad Monster and said, "Simply giving gifts to a Taoist like this won't work. This time you should bring that scroll of talismans with you."

"The one you showed to Master Shan Niu?"

"Do we have the second volume in our hands?!" asked the Yaksha King.

"The dragon can be dark or bright, big or small. It is the master of the gods and the god in the water. Let me ask you, who in the world does not want to become a dragon?

Master Shan Du thought so, and this young Taoist must have thought so too."

Midnight, third watch.

The cold wind was blowing tirelessly. Ji Ming looked at Niu Sun who arrived on time in surprise. He really didn't expect that this little demon could really see through his hint.

Unfortunately, Niu Sun is not Wukong, and he is not the founder.

However, since they are destined to meet, Ji Ming will not be stingy with a method.

He looked at Wugu'er who was anxiously expecting, and asked a question first, "Niusun Wugu'er, do you want to be free or live forever?"

If Niu Sun wanted immortality, Ji Ming would teach him the Moon Worship Method. If he wanted freedom, he would lend him the Flying Fire Ruler.

Hearing Xiaoxian's question, Wugu'er said without hesitation: "Free, free."

In his opinion, with freedom, immortality is just a matter of convenience. Ji Ming pointed to the flying fire ruler stuck in the ground in the niche and said, "Do you see this ruler?"

"A good ruler, a good ruler. There are real star maps and flame patterns engraved on it. It seems to be natural. It must be a good spiritual tool."

"Can you recognize the stars above?"

"I don't know, I don't know." Wuguer said awkwardly.

"This is the star map of Laoxiu, one of the stars in the yellow sky. The time when he appeared is when you are most at ease.

You only need to hold it, pray sincerely, and then follow the instructions for opening the altar, and a method that will enable you to attain great freedom will be passed down."

Wu Gu'er did not question it, but bowed and said, "Master, can you let me try?"

"Please try."

Wuguer carefully picked up the ruler, and sure enough, he heard a hissing sound in his ears, the hissing of an old snake, as if it was explaining to him some method of opening an altar for sacrifice.

He was so fascinated by the story that he danced with joy.

The greatest ability of this Flying Fire Ruler is to serve as a magical tool to summon the "Lao Su Fa Nian", but Ji Ming is a member of the Cang Tian Dao Clan, so it is not good for him to have anything to do with Lao Su.

Since he had a connection with this Niu Sun, he lent him the ruler to ask for his Dharma thoughts. This way, he could learn the way of demons and attain great freedom, and he could also collect the three thousand Dharma thoughts at the same time.

Please send down three thousand Dharma thoughts. In this way, you don’t just have to preach to three thousand spirits, but three thousand spirits that are able to open an altar and invite the saints.

He did not forget that on Liuxiang Peak, those monsters had set up blood altars and performed human sacrifices by fire. After a lot of preparations, he finally asked for a spell.

I wonder if Niu Sun can save himself some effort by using this ruler given to him by old Su Fanian.

These were not what he considered. After borrowing the ruler, Ji Ming gave some instructions and explained the relationship between them, letting Niu Sun decide for himself.

He is no longer the same person he was before. There is no need for him to do such deceitful things. He should act more dignified and generously.

If Niu Sun had no intention of worshipping Huang Tian and practicing the devilish way, he could naturally return the ruler. Ji Ming would just be a little late in gathering the three thousand magic thoughts.

After Niu Sun left with the ruler, Ji Ming counted the money carefully again.

Now this bitter and cold land seemed like a treasure trove for him. He had several large plates of precious pearls and several large boxes of talisman money. Now he had no shortage of supplies for his cultivation.

One by one, the Void Warriors were trained, and some of them relied on acupoints to push and guide Qi, or some of them leaped out of their bodies and hid in or outside temples.

Nowadays in this temple, even if a temple rat steals oil, he will be detected by the Void Warrior.

In the Yang meridians, ten, twenty, thirty acupoints were opened one by one. Pushed by the true Qi of the strong men who placed their energy in the acupoints, there was no obstruction in breaking through the acupoints.

As long as you have more inspiration and enough true energy, it is not a dream to break a hundred acupoints in one day.

In this way, the yang meridians were opened up to 103 points, and the strong man had reached the 33rd level of cultivation. In another month or so, he would be able to complete the early stage of "six root vibrations".

"Heaven!"

"Heaven!"

A few gusts of cold wind brought the words of Monk Huijin from the well.

"I know what you want to know. Give me another jar of wine and a roast chicken, and I will tell you everything. I will tell you everything."

"finally come."

Ji Ming thought.

With a thought, the wine and drinks secretly stored in the temple were brought in jar by jar, and the roast chickens were taken away and thrown into the well.

Monk Huijin no longer looked like a human being, as if skin was covering his bones, and there was not a single ounce of flesh on his body. If he had not reached the second level of Qi Refining, he would have died in the well long ago.

“Enemy?
weakness?"

Ji Ming said at the well.

Monk Huijin just ate and drank a lot, his belly bulged little by little, and his intestines moved violently, transforming the food into essence, replenishing the three flowers on the top of his head and refining true qi.

(End of this chapter)