Wet viviparity

Chapter 147 Fisherman, Sleeping Taoist
Zen Master Sura was obviously stunned. This familiar voice shook his dusty memories and also shook his diamond-like stable state of mind.

On one side, the divine general who was sweeping through the void warriors was like a Zen master, casting his gaze towards Inoue. Ji Ming took the opportunity to take the plum branch in his hand.

With a light flick of the plum branch, the devil on Inoue, whose intestines had been ripped open and was sucking the essence of the mandrill, was immediately shrunk to Ji Ming's side.

This devil was still in the shape of a baby, with short and thin arms and a gray body with no blood at all.

His small body sat on a fleshy lotus, with a dark light shining all over his body. He held a three-pronged halberd in one hand and a frog-mouthed conch in the other, with blood-lump Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. But the most special thing about him was his green skull.

There was not a trace of skin on it, only green bone color, a mouth full of fangs, and a nose and mouth that seemed to have been cut off, which carried a strong sense of horror.

Obviously, even if King Huang Jue returned to the world of the living ahead of time, his good deeds and the blessing of ghosts and gods would bring great pressure to Zen Master Sula.

"Master, please chat with your old friend first."

As he spoke, Ji Ming's figure disappeared in front of the temple and came to the well again.

After putting on his Taoist robe and tying his hair into a bun, Ji Ming appeared in front of the mandrill leisurely.

The mandrill was recovering from its violently ruptured intestines. She lay prone beside the Locking Sin Well with difficulty, absorbing the negative energy and spiritual inspiration gushing out from the well.

Qian Geng was standing by the well, trying hard to persuade the little Qiulong in the well to leave.

Ji Ming noticed a corpse next to the mandrill. It was the young man who came with the Zen master. He was obviously chosen to replace Huang Jiao as the corpse pad.

Seeing Ji Ming approaching, the mandrill looked frightened and said, "I gave birth early as instructed. He almost killed me because of it."

"You should have given birth when I was turned into a sheep."

Ji Ming looked in the direction of the fight, where the Yin light and the Buddha light were mixed together, and two figures were entangled together. It was the most exciting moment.

"No matter which of the two wins now, they will not let you, the instigator, go."

Said the mandrill.

"Don't worry." Ji Ming held onto the plum branch tightly, not daring to let go, and said, "The most exciting and dramatic things are still to come. Let's wait patiently for a while."

"we!"

The mandrill savored the word carefully, feeling a complex and indescribable feeling in his heart.

She didn't know how the young Taoist in front of her had the confidence to plot against the two masters at the same time. Could it be so easy for the fisherman to benefit? !
Even if she wanted to jump off Ji Ming's broken boat, there was no safe place for her to land now, so she had no choice.

"Golden boy!"

Qian Geng shouted indifferently, "I don't care about your calculations, but you can't involve Longzi. This is my bottom line."

"boom!"

Outside the well, the entire "bloated" temple was affected by the fight and was completely destroyed and collapsed, stirring up a large amount of smoke and dust.

Ji Ming didn't care about Qian Geng's accusations, nor did he care about the frightened Xiao Qiulong in the well. He held a small pill between his fingers.

He stood between the pillars and doors in front of the well, looking up, ready to use at any time this trump card that he had treasured for so long that it was almost covered in dust.

The Flesh Lotus Platform was suspended in the air, and the ghost baby King Huang Jue was standing and sitting at times, lifting his feet and waving his arms, doing some kind of dance, and the wonderful music of Sanskrit was echoing in the void.

Listening to the wonderful music and looking at the eerie ghost baby, Ji Ming felt dizzy and turned his head away quickly, but even so, the feeling still did not disappear.

Rays of light flew in from outside the peak, trying to smash the ghost's body and break the lotus platform, but they were swallowed up one by one by Huang Jian.

"Magic spells: Vajra Force, plus the Demon Subduing Hand Seal, it's still the same old tricks, you really haven't made any progress in these years!"

"progress?"

Zen Master Sura sneered, did not attack again, and just closed his eyes.

"Do you know why I killed you? A senior monk who is comparable to the fourth realm and has already transformed into a great master was killed by me, who is in the third realm." "Because you attacked me by surprise."

Speaking of the past, she could no longer suppress her anger. The Huang Jiao danced faster and faster on the stage, and the waves of wonderful Buddhist music were like magic sounds pouring into her ears.

The Zen master closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, saying, "No, because you are on the wrong side."

"Now, at this moment, you are obviously on the wrong side again." The Zen master shouted, and offered a talisman, saying: "Where is the underworld of Jiheng Mountain?"

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of drums began.

"Woooooo~"

The sound of the conch shells echoed.

In the sky above the Cold Ridge Peak, a dark cloud several acres in size covered the sky. On it stood a crowd of ghost generals and evil soldiers, all wearing armor and holding weapons, with their eyes wide open.

"How dare you, the heretic Buddhist thief, invade my Taoist land?"

"Ah~"

Huang Jue was so angry that he plucked the green skull and shouted, "Look at my saliva wind nightmare method!"

The green skull was spinning in the air, and Zen Master Sura's face suddenly changed. He looked embarrassed for the first time and dodged everywhere like a temple rat.

He knew that King Huang Jue had cultivated a nightmare technique. Unlike his animal creation technique which was easily broken, this nightmare technique was extremely powerful and difficult to guard against.

He should have thought that Huang Jue had the Green Skull with the Yin and Ming Dharma Bone on his head, and he must have used it in conjunction with this nightmare technique.

"Take him in quickly."

The Zen master covered his aching head and shouted to the underworld soldiers above the dark clouds.

Huang Jue immediately landed beside Ji Ming, acting like an obedient servant, and whispered, "Hurry up and show us your identity, and protect me.

Don't think I don't know that you made me give birth prematurely. If I can curse that Su Luozi now, I can also curse you to death on the spot."

On the dark cloud, the generals and soldiers hesitated for a moment. They naturally noticed the thousand-year-old plum branch that Ji Ming was holding, and greeted him carefully on the cloud.

"I raised this devil." Ji Ming said calmly, and then he shouted at Huang Jue beside him: "Why don't you return to the mother's womb to rest."

Huang Jue cupped his little hands, looked at the Zen master proudly, then jumped into the mandrill's belly and shrank into the shape of a fetus.

The Zen master was about to speak, but he saw the boy throw something out. His pupils shrank to the extreme and he uttered a shrill voice, "Yin Cang Shui Lei Dan."

In the Tielao Temple, a flash of lightning with a hint of silver appeared in the pure black, and Suluozi rushed down the top of the mountain with a cover of burnt smoke and disappeared in the wind and snow.

"Good boy."

Huang Jue exclaimed in admiration in the mandrill's stomach, "With this hidden mine and my nightmare technique, he will not be able to recover for seven or eight years."

Ji Ming turned around and stared at the mandrill's belly. His eyes showed excitement that he was trying hard to suppress.

The mandrill had never seen such eyes before, desire, excitement, restlessness, as well as extreme calmness and restraint, many emotions intertwined together.

She covered her belly, having a mysterious feeling that the young Taoist would complete his transformation into a fisherman here, at this moment.

In the next second, he saw it. He saw the young Taoist falling asleep.

"Sleep!"

The baboon opened his eyes wide. The young Taoist not only slept upright, but also rested his head on an exquisite jade pillow.

(End of this chapter)