Wet viviparity

Chapter 145: Dragon, Scales, Claws and Horns
In front of the temple, the young man knocked on the door, but no one responded.

I knocked on the door again and again, but still no response, only silence.

They stood outside the temple for a long time. Not only the young master himself, but also the rest of the people gradually looked angry. Several warriors were so cold that they started shouting in front of the temple.

After a long time, the temple door was slightly opened, leaving a gap.

The group of people outside hurried in, only to see that there was no one behind the door, nor any ghosts guarding the temple. It was desolate and cold, and they immediately felt something was wrong.

After walking up the stone steps and arriving in front of the hall, you will see a "bloated" hall. It seems as if the walls of the hall have been stretched out from the inside out, and many bricks have fallen down.

Blood was seeping out of the wall, painting the mottled wall with a layer of deep red paint. This touch of deep red made everyone feel cold.

"Zen Master!"

When the young master saw the mysterious monk following behind him walking to a higher place, he did not care about the weirdness in the temple and hurriedly followed him.

"You are here to rescue the criminal in the well, too!"

The young master took out a yellow scroll and said, "This is the imperial decree to absolve sins. I asked for it from my teacher, Taoist Qiuqiu. It is exclusively owned by Jihengshan. It is the right way to save people here."

Seeing that the Zen master ignored him, the young man continued, "My master once said that there is an old monster named Shan Niu guarding outside the well, and he is the most unruly.

In addition, there is another person who has recently been sent to guard the well in Huoxu Cave. That person is very famous in the mountain. It is said that a spiritual crane threw itself into the cave and dedicated itself to practicing magic for him. "

With a "pop" sound, a thick stone slab was crushed under the Zen master's hemp shoes.

The Zen master suddenly pointed upwards, with a half-smile on his face, and asked the young man, "Is that him?"

At the end of the steep steps, a young Taoist priest stood with his head held high, a crown on his head and a sword on his back. A slight frosty wind was blowing the few strands of messy hair on his forehead.

"Master, greetings."

At the end, Ji Mingchao bowed and saluted.

The Zen master stretched out his two pairs of arms from his cassock, put them together, and formed a strange four-pointed star shape. He said, "Heavenly being, please get on your way soon."

"It's still early to set off. Let me invite the Zen master's old friend to come here first."

Ji Ming shrank back to the side of the Suonie Well, where Qian Geng, who was sitting cross-legged, looked unhappy.

There are still a few days before the agreed time to open the well, but the Taoist priest's enemies would come here so early. He felt depressed as if he was being plotted against.

Although he was depressed, Qian Geng still stood up, made hand gestures, and chanted a spell.

"My scales have all fallen off!"

The roar echoed in the hall, and a tall, scaleless body rushed out, crushing the crowd in front of the hall, spreading out the carpet of blood, mud and flesh, and headed towards the direction of the Locking Well.

"Yaksha, Yaksha, when will I become a dragon? When will I become a dragon?"

Qian Geng sat cross-legged on the Suonie Well and laughed loudly, shouting: "Today, you will grow scales, claws, horns, and ride the wind for three days."

The Zen master stood on the steps, watching the scaleless monster snake climbing to the top of the mountain. He muttered to himself, then decisively raised his four hands, with each finger pointing downwards - this is the Demon-Subduing Seal.

Invisible huge forces came down one after another, hammering the scaleless monster snake as thick as the mouth of a jar into a bloody mess.

As the hammering continued, blood scabs appeared on the horrible scaleless body, scattered here and there, like a bald head that had been shaved.

"Aha!
I have scales now, I have dragon scales now."

The strange snake turned around and laughed at the blood scabs on its body.

"You are my calamity. You must be my great calamity of transformation into a dragon."

The strange snake had an ugly scab on its body, and was not afraid of the falling demon-subduing power. It pushed its horns forward, and suddenly there were sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls.

The strange snake, that is, Master Shandu, seemed to have some reason suddenly, and murmured: "Longhu Dayin, you are a dragon and tiger master in the late stage of foundation building."

The Zen master did not say anything, but raised all four arms in unison. There was a kind of pressure in the neat arm movements that made one's eyelids twitch.

A stream of bright golden light flew in from the wind outside the peak and fell obliquely on the long body of the mountain calf master, causing the blood-red ugly scab to fall off. Simple, rough, and fearless, this is the inherent impression that the Zen master gave to Ji Ming.

The Zen master took light steps and stepped towards the Locking Sins Well. The roar of dragons and tigers in his body repelled the wind, snow and frost around him.

"Practice both Taoism and Buddhism."

Qian Geng's eyelids twitched, and his expression became even uglier.

He glared at Ji Ming and chanted the spell more quickly. The mountain calf master who was coiled on the top of the mountain had once again lost his little sanity.

Amidst a burst of vomiting, Master Shandu vomited out many cows, descendants of cows, and mountain villagers. He picked them up from among the corpses that had been corroded beyond recognition.

The master did not disdain cow hooves, human feet, and human hands. He put whatever he liked on his body. Soon, he had many "dragon claws" of hands, feet, and hooves under his body.

"Now that my claws have grown, I will be able to climb the clouds like a real dragon."

The master leaped onto the peak, kicking his broken limbs and hooves around, and actually managed to climb up.

He climbed into the gloomy wind, and poked out a bull head from the cold clouds and mist, spewing a fierce yin fire at the Zen master on the mountain path.

The dark green Yin Fire made the top of the peak look like a ghost peak in the underworld. The Zen master's face did not change. Three streams of light flew in from the outside of the peak, carrying the grand Buddhist Dharma, which broke the Yin Fire in one fell swoop and hit the tall man in the clouds.

"Ang~"

The master let out a pure dragon roar, and the six Nan Dou spirit tablets beside the well fell down.

Qian Geng said at the well: "Longzi, hurry up and get out of the well and down the mountain."

A slender little dragon with silver scales flew out, but was knocked into the well by the flowing light outside the peak halfway through its flight. Its silver scales flew all over the sky, like floating silver catkins.

"How dare a mere dragon stop me?"

On the mountain path, the Zen master said in a low voice.

"My son!"

The old man was crying out in pain on the clouds, totally unconscious. He was twisting his body on the peak and pounced down into the Locking Well, his hands, feet and hooves grabbing and touching around randomly.

The evil cultivators and demons who were trying to take the opportunity to escape at the wellhead were caught one by one and swallowed whole. Many were also strung on the pair of long horns.

"This"

The old man suddenly felt his own horn and the flesh strung on it. He said to the man in the well in great surprise, "Son, my son, my horn has branches. Has it become a dragon horn?"

Xiao Qiulong in the well was terrified. Although he knew that practicing the tampered "Tianhe Denglong Miaozhen Talisman" would make him lose his mind and his body change strangely, he never expected that the changes would be so beyond his cognition. He was so scared that he whimpered in the well.

"Do you think I look like a real dragon?"

Two curved strings with human bodies and demon bodies turned in front of Ji Ming. The pair of hot bull eyes stared at him and asked very gently.

"No!" Ji Ming said sincerely, "You can't even defeat a monk, so how can you be considered a real dragon?"

The Zen master, who had passed the pillar gate in front of the well, heard these words and saw the mountain calf with "dragon horns" again. His expression finally changed a little.

"out!"

Before the master could climb out of the air, the Zen master took out a purple jade bowl, pushed it forward, and directly trapped the master in this small bowl.

The next second, the Zen master's face changed and he took his hand away. He saw a smear of blood on the bottom of the bowl, which was a sign that the Dharma instrument had been contaminated.

"Bah!"

The sounds of dragons and tigers roared together from the Zen master's mouth, and the master who was trapped in the bowl was instantly exploded into a ball of dirty blood by the loud sound.

"Come and die quickly, my god."

The dragon and tiger clashed again, and their target was Ji Ming at the well, along with the Yaksha Qian Geng, and the little Qiulong who cautiously poked his head out of the well.

(End of this chapter)