Wet viviparity

Chapter 139 Ghost Monk, Request for Help
"The only name I can offer you is this."

"I know."

"I have to remind you that this ghost is very dangerous and should be full of hatred right now."

The old fox woman didn't pay much attention to Ji Ming's reminder. Although she had never heard of the story of King Huang Jue, she had been summoning ghosts for a long time. This was her profession for a living.

"I am an old woman who does business in the underworld. I never ask about my customers' affairs, nor do I care how fierce or evil the ghosts I invite are.

Since you have already paid the reward, this deal must go ahead, unless you are willing to give this box of money to me for nothing."

The old fox woman took out a black talisman and solemnly spread it in front of Ji Ming, along with a thin pen and a small inkstone filled with blood ink.

"Write the other person's name on the talisman, and recall the other person in your heart. It would be best if you could recall the other person's appearance, or something profound. This way, you can better invite him from the underworld."

Ji Ming picked up the pen, dipped it in a little blood ink, and wrote the two words "Huang Jue" on the black symbol.

In his mind, he was thinking about Suluozi and the prophecy made by King Huang Jue - the great rebellion of Liuliu. These two pieces of information would definitely be enough to invite him over.

The old fox woman put away the black talisman, took out a broken bowl, grabbed a handful of crushed ice from the ground and put it in the bowl to melt it.

Then, he muttered something and gently rubbed the black talisman between his fingers. Yin Fire immediately appeared on the talisman. Finally, he threw the fire talisman into the bowl and mixed it with ice water.

In the water, bits of talisman ash sink into the water, and a bowl of talisman water that can be used to invite ghosts to possess one's body is ready.

"My dear grandson, come here!"

She called the stupid and fat man to her side and asked him to drink the bowl of magic water.

This foolish man was obviously a medium used by the old woman to cast a spell. No one knew where he was abducted from. After finishing the first bowl, he even wanted a second bowl.

Then, the old woman burned another confession and sent it to the underworld in Beiyin.

This is a confession that represents her background as a Dharma King, and it is also the basis for her to do business in the underworld.

“Chase after chase after chase after chase after chase after chase after chase after.

Please keep your wandering soul as soon as possible.

Three souls descended early, and seven souls came to greet them.

Where is the wilderness, the temple and the evil well.

The lost soul is sent thousands of miles away.

"

As the mantra was chanted, the foolish man began to feel drowsy, and finally sat down on the ground, snoring loudly.

Ji Ming couldn't help but get nervous. Death has always been a taboo, and he wasn't sure what would be invited up from the underworld.

There is a lot of uncertainty when it comes to inviting ghosts to possess you. I hope this woman is as professional as she appears to be.

This unknown situation made Ji Ming feel a little excited despite his nervousness.

Seeing no movement, the old fox woman burned another piece of talisman paper and stuffed it directly into her grandson's mouth, saying, "Please ask the old woman Wen under the Dharma King to lead the way. Please come quickly, ghost, and live in the flesh house."

In the dark twilight and gloomy fog, there is a palace of ghosts and gods that is looming in the empty space.

Outside a side hall of this palace, there is a green phosphorescent fire.
Inside, there were little ghosts murmuring. If you listened carefully, you could hear a voice echoing, which was the voice of the old fox woman.

"Come quickly!"

"Come quickly!"

"The house is waiting for you!"

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Three or five big-bellied little ghosts were lying in front of the incense table eating and drinking the offerings. There were cow hearts, pig brains, and sheep livers on the table, and their mouths were full of fishy and greasy food.

They ignored the sounds echoing in the hall and just focused on eating and drinking, as if this was their only purpose.

Behind the incense table was a big-bellied statue, with a large body wriggling faintly inside its belly, which reacted particularly strongly to the voice in the hall, because it was calling him, inviting him, but he was trapped.

On the statue, talismans that came down from the world of the living fell down and landed straight into the statue's belly, causing the tendons in the abdomen to bulge.

The statue has a bulging belly, as if it is pregnant for ten months, but no matter what, the ghost inside the belly cannot escape from the shallow layer of belly.

"Hum, Hesong, Ledelei, Adibadelei, regret."

Some kind of secret spell sounded in his stomach, and the belly that could tighten or loosen was suddenly broken open. A long hand like a long pole stretched out, grabbed the little ghosts in front of the case, and stuffed them all into his stomach.

Finally, a group of little ghosts came into the side hall and bent over the table to eat and drink.

The statue still had a wriggling belly, but a thin strand of hair was sewn on the belly, which was barely noticeable to the naked eye.

By the well, the old fox woman felt cold and hot at times, enduring the influence of the strange power in the young Taoist's body.

In her presence, her own well-behaved grandson behaved normally, showing no signs of being possessed by a ghost. It was rare for the old woman to have never encountered a situation where she had to give face to the King of France.

Ji Ming was a little disappointed, but not too disappointed. He didn't hold out much hope for an old vixen who played tricks in the villages and towns.

There are many talented people in Jiheng Mountain. As long as you have patience and connections, you can always find one.

At the mouth of the well, a pair of eyes filled with malice and sarcasm were quietly watching him. Ji Ming sensed something and happened to meet his eyes.

"It seems you have another big trouble."

Xiao Qiulong blinked his eyes, smiling with a gloating look, and said, "I will be out soon, and your first big trouble will also come."

"Are you reminding me to kill you sooner rather than later?"

"You can try, try your best, because when I get out of the well, you will face me in my prime."

Ji Ming hated such lives, they were unscrupulous and did not follow rules, but such lives often had one thing in common - they had a strong background.

He couldn't understand how such a life could be nurtured.

Growing up with abundant resources, sufficient knowledge, and a high-quality environment, even if it is just through osmosis, the lower limit should be the upper limit of ordinary people. But there is an anomaly like Xiao Qiulong, a rare gem.

Just as Ji Ming was about to sacrifice the White Bone Heart Pearl, the little Qiulong slid into the dark depths of the well like a loach.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, Ji Ming's shoulders sank and a hand was placed on his shoulders.

"The donor is anxious."

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Ji Ming's eyelids twitched and all the hairs on his body stood up. He could not feel the presence of anyone behind him at all, not at all.

Turning my head slightly, a pale and thin stranger appeared in my sight.

Around this man's neck was a longevity lock, which was the same one worn by the foolish man. It was obvious that this stranger was the Huang Jue King who was invited to possess the body.

"Yellow chewing."

"Shh!"

King Huang Jue raised his finger and made a gesture to keep quiet. Then he reached his hand into his mouth, pulled out a string of Zen beads from his throat little by little, and began to spin them in his hand.

This string of Zen beads looks familiar, isn't it that old fox lady's? !

Ji Ming glanced and saw that the old fox woman had disappeared. It seemed that she had entered someone's stomach. This was not professional after all!

At the side of the well, King Huang Jue was looking down into the well with great joy in his eyes.

"I am Huang Jue, a humble monk. Thank you for your donation."

As soon as he finished speaking, the six Nan Dou spirit tablets beside the well fell down.

(End of this chapter)