Wet viviparity

Chapter 143: Fetal Word, Asking for Dream Pillow
On the frozen ground, frost was blown everywhere, and occasionally one or two dry grass roots could be seen hidden somewhere under the ice, concealing their vitality, waiting for the day when spring will return.

On the frost, a skinny monkey with one leg was lying on its back.

Its body was covered with thick, long hair, and its face was covered in all kinds of colors, as if it had been smeared with rouge and powder.

This skinny monkey was none other than the witch from the Red Stone Cave. Its true form was a mandrill from the Li Ridge. Now its mind had been taken away and it had been lying in the snow for a long time, revealing its true form.

In her lower abdomen, a fetus was wriggling.

As time passed, the fetus grew bigger and bigger, and seemed to be growing very healthy. Occasionally, a few murmurs could be heard from the belly.

Among these whispers, there would occasionally be calls to Suluozi, filled with resentment.

Ji Ming stretched out one hand and gently placed it on the abdomen, feeling the movement of the yellow chewing under the belly. In the other hand, he held a bead - the eye of the wet egg fetus.

In the pupil of this precious eye, a huge word has appeared within the crater-like iris pattern - [Fetus].

"Fetus, Yin fetus ghost, interesting."

In order to make the word of reincarnation appear in Bao's eyes, Ji Ming spent a lot of precious pearls, with the original intention of preparing the last retreat (reincarnation).

A great change is about to happen in the temple. Although he has the thousand-year-old plum branch to protect him, he still needs to make necessary preparations.

The appearance of the word "fetus" made Ji have more thoughts in his mind. He was a little undecided and finally made up his mind after thinking for many days.

On this day, the old ape came from outside the peak. He rarely set foot here before. The reason was due to Jin Tong’s reminder and also because of his sense of danger.

Today is different. Jintong took the initiative to call him over.

Last time he introduced the old fox woman who could communicate with ghosts, but he never saw her again. It seemed that the danger to Jintong was getting greater and greater, and even he felt a sense of fear when he came here.

Beside the familiar well, Jin Tong sat alone in the snow and wind. His whole body was covered with snow and frost, and pearls as big as longan trees rolled under him.

These pearls have lost their color and are now gray. It is obvious that the spirit within them has been extracted and used for spiritual practice.

“A treasure.”

Old Yuan said secretly in his heart.

He estimated that there were no less than a hundred of them here, which was enough for any cultivator in the second stage of Qi Refining to support him to the later stage.

Looking at the golden boy sitting alone in the wind and snow, something seemed to be jumping out of his body, and there seemed to be quite a lot of it.

Old Yuan felt that he was being squeezed into a crowded crowd. He focused his spiritual power and saw many overlapping and piled human figures.

They were on the ground, on the rocks, on the edge of the cliff, and around the Nan Dou Ling Monument, staring at him.

The old man was well-informed. Considering Jin Tong's background, he immediately guessed that he was some kind of strong man. After counting them carefully, he found that there were at least sixty or seventy of them.

Old Ape couldn't help but take a deep breath. He finally understood the purpose of the hundreds of scattered precious pearls.

But he was still somewhat puzzled. Why should he use so many precious pearls to practice the Mountain-sitting Hercules Sutra instead of using them for cultivation?

What’s the use of these strong men, no matter how many there are? In front of Jintong’s foundation-building enemy, they are nothing but a large number of ants.

With the typical example of the 181 Vajra Warriors of Monk Huijin in front of him, Jintong should not have made such a mistake.

Old Yuan stopped his meaningless speculation. When he was about ten steps away from Jin Tong, he felt as if he had suddenly fallen into an ice hole.

"Haishi Dafa?"

Ji Ming, who looked like a snowman, shuddered all over, and the snow and frost fell off. He said, "Old Ape also knows this secret skill."

"I know, I know." The old ape squatted on one side and said carefully: "Then Li Muru was able to become the master's disciple, which might be due to this family secret learning.

The master originally thought that Li Muru would turn hatred into motivation, concentrate on mastering this secret skill with the potential to generate supernatural powers, and then go about his revenge.

Unfortunately, Li Muru did not understand the master's profound meaning, and took this secret skill to exchange for useful secret skills and resources in the cave, so that he could quickly achieve Taoism. "

Ji Ming was somewhat surprised when he heard this. He was not surprised that Li Muru had exchanged this secret skill with only him, but he was surprised at the master's harshness.

Even if Li Muru had more motivation, he couldn't create a mirage dragon to complete the "transformation heart" of the Taoist organ to refine the magic.

Ji Ming did not discuss further. He did not invite Yuan Lao here today to discuss this topic. In his sleeves, his palms were habitually tucked in, and the pads of two fingers were rubbing against each other, showing his inner restlessness at the moment.

Sensing the sixty-two Void Warriors deployed outside, Ji Ming pretended to be calm and asked: "Old Ape, do you remember the rare item I mentioned to you once?"

"Rare item?" The old ape recalled it briefly and said, "The Yellow Millet Dream Pillow from the Great Chunyang Palace is indeed a rare item."

"Yes, that's right, the Great Chunyang Palace."

Ji Ming nodded, relaxed his body slightly, and considered his words in his mind.

The reason why he could now sit by the well with peace of mind and keep calm was because of the news from his dream.

The dream pillow was originally obtained from Wen Daoyu. Ji Ming still remembers what Wen Daoyu said at the time: "This jade pillow is a yellow sorghum pillow, which can be used to refine the mind in dreams. It was given to me by a Taoist brother from the Great Chunyang Palace. I have always treasured it very much. Now I am giving it to you."

At that time, he was already thinking that the Huangliang pillow was probably a useless thing, otherwise it would not have been given away like this.

Later, he was transferred to the celestial being and sent to the Huoxu Cave. He had already been paying attention to the news about this pillow.

After all, the local master is one of the descendants of Zhongtian, and naturally has a close relationship with the Zhongtian Taoist tradition "Da Chunyang", so he has to pay more attention.

He also tried to ask Mr. Yuan several times indirectly and got some of the information he wanted.

Originally, there was no need to rush to find the Huangliang Pillow, as he already had a plan in mind. However, the situation in the Iron Prison Temple was turbulent, so he had to change his plan.

Especially the resurrection of Huang Jiao Dian Shi made Ji Ming feel more crisis and he could not care about the original plan.

"I looked it up privately. It is said that this dream pillow originated from a 'Great Dream Immortal' in the Great Chunyang Palace. He often gave this pillow to the disciples of the Chunyang Palace for the purpose of cultivating their minds."

It was clearly just a casual chat, but Yuan Lao suddenly felt nervous for no reason and his palms were sweating.

"To refine the body is to refine the heart. This pillow is very famous among us spirits. As long as you find one and experience the joys and sorrows of life in your dreams, a human heart can be formed in an instant."

The old ape said with a frown, and suddenly remembered something. He looked at Jin Tong and said, "I remember I once told you about an old story about it."

Ji Ming nodded slightly, and he finally brought the topic back on track.

"You said that the master had obtained a yellow sorghum pillow for each of her three disciples, hoping that her disciples could calm down and concentrate on practicing Taoism, but the eldest disciple still left the cave and went down the mountain."

"yes!
Even though he had used the Huangliang pillow and had a big dream, the eldest disciple still left. From then on, the master no longer believed in the so-called dream pillow to refine the mind, and the remaining two were put aside. "

Then, the old ape looked at Jin Tong thoughtfully and said, "The two remaining ones, Master, were originally intended for Su Su and Li Muru."

"I want to get them."

Ji Ming said bluntly.

"You can wait until you finish guarding the well, or until you have accumulated three hundred good deeds, and then return to the Fire Ruins Cave to ask for it. The master will definitely not be stingy with it."

"Yes, that's what I originally planned, but now I need to get them in advance. Master Yuan, what do you think my chances are?"

"At least 60%."

"Sixty percent, not less, the same as the probability I had when I opened up many acupoints on the three Yin meridians of the hands and feet."

"previously?"

Old Ape took a look at the densely packed strongmen around him, and something dawned on him. It turned out that the purpose of training so many strongmen was to increase the success rate of opening up the major acupoints of the Yin meridians.

"If Susu speaks up, we'll be 100% sure. After all, one of the pieces originally belonged to her, but she just doesn't need it anymore." Old Ape suggested.

Ji Ming looked at the mandrill witch and her belly, nodded, and said, "Old Ape, let my sister Linggu lobby that Su Su on my behalf. I hope I still have some face left."

"Of course you do."

At the foot of Jiheng Mountain, on the official road, a Zen master came south.

He is tall and thin, with two pairs of arms, one above and one below, clasped together in opposite directions, forming a four-pointed star shape.

There was a sound of phoenix bells on the road, and a horse-drawn carriage drove up and stopped beside the Zen master. The people in the carriage shouted, "If the monk is going to the Cold Ridge Peak, please follow the carriage so that we can take care of him along the way."

(End of this chapter)