Wet viviparity

Chapter 144 Zen Master, Green Skull
The thing that Ji Ming asked Yuan Lao to do went very smoothly. It was just a small matter for Yuan Lao. He had done countless small things like this for the master.

Soon, the dream pillow fell into his hands. There was a small word on the pillow, which was obviously newly written - Those who have attained enlightenment will always have many helpers.

After seeing the small words, Ji Ming naturally thought of Su Su.

This line of small words is to comfort him, telling him not to be discouraged by temporary setbacks. People with moral integrity will naturally get help from many people.

Seeing the small characters, Ji Ming felt warm in his heart.

Although he and Susu were not close friends, they both knew that they were both true practitioners who were devoted to spiritual practice and determined to climb the great path.

Susu wrote these words to express her appreciation for him and her gratitude for his support and help.

Inside the temple, there was no sound in the main hall. It was completely silent except for the occasional thunder-like sound of a heartbeat.

Outside the temple, the occasional movements of the cows and their descendants became silent. Unconsciously, the entire temple became silent, as if it were a dead place.

"you're awake!"

On the long colorful face, a pair of bright eyes opened with difficulty. She looked in the direction of the voice and saw a Taoist standing on the dry and hot ground.

All of a sudden, the memories before she fell into a coma flooded into her mind. She looked at her pregnant belly and immediately struggled to get up.

"Don't move, he's in your stomach."

"King Huang Jue, the ghost monk who once preached in the southern part of the world actually wants to use my "Nine Sons of Yin Demonic Art" to complete his reincarnation."

"Shh!"

Ji Ming held the plum branch and walked a few steps closer to the baboon, saying, "His soul has gone down the well, to the altar of the cemetery in the sea of ​​suffering.

I woke you up on purpose because I cared about your relationship with my mother, so I came to teach you a thing or two."

"you?"

The mandrill's tone was full of doubt. She staggered to her feet, covered her belly, and said with a ferocious expression: "I will abort this fetus directly."

"The king went to suffer the pain of being a corpse on a platform for salvation. Although he said it would take three months, you and I should know that he can come back at any time."

The mandrill covered his stomach. After hearing Ji Ming's words, he didn't dare to take action. Instead, he said in panic: "He is trying to achieve the "Green Ghost" by using corpses as pads in the altar of the cemetery."

The mandrill originally practiced evil methods such as the Nine Sons Yin Demon Art, so naturally he knew all the evil secrets of many unorthodox methods.

She obviously knew more about King Huang Jue's corpse-padding technique than Ji Ming and Yaksha Qian Geng.

"What is the Green Ghost?"

Ji Ming didn't expect to hear something different here in the mandrill.

“The sky has five colors, one of which is blue.

The Qingjiang Ghost is named after the color Qing, which shows that it has transcended the category of ordinary ghosts and is a very vicious and evil ghost.

In order to become the Yin body of the Green Demon, one needs to refine a Yin Ming Dharma Bone - the Green Skull.

To achieve this Dharma bone, one must endure the pain of being a pad of corpses in the underworld, give up one's own selfishness, and save the ghosts for salvation. Then one will be able to obtain the evil merits of the ghosts.

The longer you place corpses under the netherworld, the more likely it is that the evil Yin Merit you have accumulated will turn into Yin Ming Dharma Bones and gain the good fortune of Yin Earth. "

The more the mandrill spoke, the more frightened he became, and his colorful face turned pale.

"The altar of the cemetery was originally the place where corpses were abandoned in the wormwood of Mount Tai, but it was later transformed into a place of practice by a great being, and thus became a treasured place for Buddhism.

All those who were suppressed there were evil ghosts and demons. Huang Jue was going to be their corpse, so he would definitely gain more evil Yin Gong from them."

She was in despair and banged her forehead against the ground frantically, no longer willing to face this reality.

When King Huang Jue cultivated the Green Ghost-Subduing Dharma Bones in the altar of the cemetery and then put them into the fetus in her belly, her fate was predictable.

Ji Ming awakened the mandrill for a great purpose, so he grabbed the plum branch in his hand and poked into its belly.

"Feel it!"

"What kind of spell is this?"

The mandrill clearly felt a great force acting on the fetus, as if the fetus could be separated from her body as long as she had the slightest thought. "This is a magical power, the sky is round and the earth is square."

Ji Ming pointed to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other, and said, "As long as they are in this mountain, I can send away any demons and monsters in the blink of an eye with just a thought."

He stroked the top of the mandrill's head with his six-fingered palm and said gently, "Don't worry. Just like you said, my mother and you are both disciples of Nanlao Sacred Mountain. How can I stand by and watch them die?"

"What should I do?"

The mandrill calmed down and asked obediently.

Ji Ming threw two dirty devils with fangs and red hair in front of the mandrill. "Recover your strength. He will descend in advance in half a month. Listen to my orders then."

The mandrill grabbed the two Japanese soldiers and forced them into their stomachs despite their resistance.

The devil retreated into a fetal shape in the belly, and finally dispersed into a large ball of Yin Qi, spiritual energy, etc. The mandrill's body became stronger and its fur became much smoother.

Ji Ming watched the changes of the mandrill and thought to himself, "The Nine-Child Yin Demonic Art, forming a fetus into a son, and then transforming the son into a fetus, traveling back and forth repeatedly, can cultivate the body of the Ghost Mother."

In the spiritual space in his mind, in the eye of the wet egg, the word "fetus" was slowly disappearing, indicating that it had already selected its target - the mandrill.

Man proposes, God disposes.

The game between Huang Jue and Suluozi is already underway. Ji Ming doesn't know how far this game will go, but he must make a leisurely move on Huang Jue's side as a means of counterattack in the future.

Although it was a means, and even a clever trick based on the Eye of Wet Egg Transformation, he himself had no idea whether he could use it or when he could use it.

The wind and snow on Cold Ridge Peak remain, and the temple remains, just like an ice-covered lake, with no one able to see the undercurrents below.

Three days before the agreed time to fly the dragon, a group of people reached the top of the mountain.

Among this group of people, the leader had a black forehead and carried a black lacquered gourd on his back. The gourd was on his back like a sword.

On his left and right were two people, a man and a woman, both of them were young, dressed like knights, each holding a sword and a hidden dart in their sleeves, and they were concentrating on being alert.

Behind the three men was a team. The warriors in the team were all wearing fur boots and thick coats. They were pulling a tightly covered carriage up the mountain.

Finally, there was a monk hanging from the back of the car, walking slowly.

"It's so cold!"

The fair face of a rich young man popped out from the carriage.

The young man rubbed his hands and exhaled, looking at a gloomy temple on the top of the mountain that was covered by heavy snow and wind, his expression full of awe and yearning.

“Who will live in it?
Is it a spirit or a fairy? Is it an immortal? "

"Son."

The sword-wielding female knight shouted, motioning the people in the car to get back in the car, and said, "The temple is full of monsters and guards. We must go and come back quickly to avoid any trouble."

In front of the nearly vertical peak, the young man in the carriage got off wearing a fox fur coat and said to the monk carrying the big gourd, "Senior Li, there are so many of us, how can we send them all to the top of the mountain?"

The young man said, looking back worriedly at the road he had come from, "It's getting late, and I can't go to the temple anymore. I'm afraid the followers who escorted me all the way here will freeze to death on the peak."

"Young Master, you worked hard to become a disciple of Taoist Qiuqiu, and finally obtained an imperial decree that could help you escape from the well. How can you stay here?

We should rescue the little Qiulong in the well as soon as possible and establish a good relationship with Jinbi Water Palace."

"No, I hired you all to protect me all the way. How can I just abandon you all?"

While the gourd monk was arguing with the young master at the bottom of the slope, the monk who had been accompanying them all the way behind the carriage put his hands together and said at the right time: “Compassion and kindness are not the heart, but unintentional compassion is the true heart.

Young Master, you cherish life and do not despise and abandon it because of your status and position. This is a true compassion, and blessings will surely come to you. "

The young man was just about to express his gratitude when an invisible force descended from the slope, falling upwards section by section, and pressing out a long staircase of snow and ice leading to the front of the temple.

"The void is my hometown, and I hear all the secrets of the outside world."

The Zen master looked at the empty warriors standing on the slope, clasped his hands together and sighed: "Ants, ants, pathetic, they deserve to be killed!"

(End of this chapter)