Wet viviparity

Chapter 149: Silver Falls, the Maze Falls
In the night sky, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, with a few thin clouds hanging obliquely.

In this cool starry sky, a two or three meter long, thin and skinny dragon was flying in the air, dragging a bone-shaped flesh lotus platform with it.

On the dragon's neck, there was a small figure riding on it, pinching blood beads one by one, his exposed upper and lower jaws clicking as he chanted a mantra.

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

I recited for a while, felt the night breeze on my face, and then looked down. There were still continuous mountains and towering ancient trees below, but no trace of human beings.

The dragon under him seemed to sense Ji Ming's emotions and said, "Master, we will soon leave the mountains and reach the Huayin Ancient Road, where you can see the "Silver Falling Lake" in Tianqing Square."

"Silver Lake."

Ji Ming lowered his head and muttered the name, then looked at the little Qiulong under him.

The round scales on this dragon's body have grown back, its entire body is shining, and its eye sockets are almost seeing again.

It has to be said that even a dragon of the Jiao family has a recovery ability that cannot be matched by cultivators.

Zen Master Suluo's body can withstand the lightning spear of Xiao Qiulong, but if his organs are removed, he will not be able to simply grow another one.

"According to legend, the Tianqing Great Convenience was named after the Falling Silver Lake, and it is related to a great catastrophe in the Tianzhou period."

"That's right." Xiao Qiulong took over the conversation sensibly and said with a sigh: "That catastrophe fundamentally shaped the eternal pattern of Tiannan."

His eyes flashed with reminiscence, and he said, "I remember when I was a child two hundred or three hundred years ago, I could often see my father. He often told us children about old stories and said that this was a treasure of our water immortals."

"continue."

Since it was boring to travel anyway, Ji Ming asked Xiao Qiulong to continue.

"In the first dynasty of civilization, the Tian Zhou, it was a dynasty in which Heaven directly participated in governing the world. It was also the dynasty in which the Yellow Heaven Old Party was most rampant.

They spread natural disasters, sowed plagues, raised floods, pried open the earth's crust, made the sun and moon pale in comparison, and caused mountains and rivers to become turbulent. In a word, they tried their best to shake the orthodoxy of heaven.

One of the disasters occurred in several states in the southern part of the country.

At that time, the thirty-six directions had just been divided. One day, the sky tilted to the southwest, and the Milky Way in the sky flowed backwards. The water of the Milky Way submerged two-thirds of the land of Zhexiong Prefecture and even split the Nandu Panjiang River, one of the famous four rivers, into two.

Since then, two new names, Luoyin Lake and Tianqing Dafang, have appeared, and Nandu has two water gods co-governing, resulting in the position of Nandu Water God remaining vacant until now."

"And who is your father?"

Little Qiulong shook his head and said proudly: "My father is the River God of the Nanpan River. The water fairies in the four rivers call him "Jiang Sou Long Gong." "

Ji Ming thought of the Golden Lion Ape, who seemed to be the son of the River God of Nanpan River. He once boasted that he was born in the Qianzi Cave.

"You were also born in the Thousand Sons Cave."

As if something had been done to his reverse scale, Xiao Qiulong shouted, "I am different. I am special. Look at my horns, my scales, and my claws. I am different from those bastards in Qianzi Cave."

Ji Ming's eyes turned cold, and the round light shone on him, which took away a lot of his energy. The little Qiulong wilted immediately and dared not to make loud noises anymore.

The sky was beginning to lighten, and Ji Ming quickly ordered Xiao Qiulong to land on the ground, as his yin body could not stand the sunlight.

After pouring Xiao Qiulong's blood and sweat into the poison seed bag and feeding it to Qianshou'er in the bag, Ji Ming then looked at the two figures that had been following him in the forest.

"Senior Dade, please accept me as your disciple."

The gourd monk Wu Liang exerted his strength and rushed to the mountain mandrill woman, bowed down in front of Ji Ming, and said: "I have no way to find the way, I hope that the Zen master will have mercy on me and save me from the sea of ​​suffering."

“The Dharma cannot be passed on lightly.”

Ji Ming said. Wu Liang bowed and said with enthusiasm: "Master, you must be testing my sincerity. I will go and help you hunt for blood food to nourish your Yin body."

Ji Ming was delighted. He was a man who knew how to handle things, so he did not stop Wu Liang for a moment. After all, the journey was long, and it would be easier if he had someone to take care of him.

At this time, the one-legged mandrill stepped forward, transformed into a woman, and bowed, saying, "Master, do you have any instructions?"

"You are quite smart."

Hearing the praise from the great Zen master opposite, the baboon woman shuddered.

"Master, please rest assured. Although you were reborn with the help of my Yin Tai Demon, my Nine Sons Yin Demon Art cannot restrict you or deal with you."

Ji Ming said casually, "I will go to Tianqing Dafang to look for my senior brother, the old Buddha Kongle."

"That lewd monk from the south of Tian!"

"good."

Ji Ming continued to speak nonsense, "That Su Luozi was my old friend. He was severely injured by me this time, and he might come after me with injuries.

Although I am not afraid of him, the human law is very strict. If I call upon the underworld officials, I will not be able to defeat him. I have no choice but to surrender to my senior brother and seek protection.

The next day, when I have transformed myself into a human, and reborn as a spirit, I will settle the old debt with him."

The woman mandrill glanced at the fleshy lotus that had closed into a bone shape, and thought to herself, "No wonder the old ghost brought that young Taoist along with him. It turns out he was planning to use a corpse to revive the dead. He is really shrewd."

The mandrill woman was about to express her loyalty when she heard the old ghost say, "My senior brother is on the south bank of Luoyin Lake, living in a hidden temple called Lingyin Temple."

After hearing the old ghost's full itinerary, the mandrill woman felt inexplicably nervous and said, "I would like to follow the Zen master and go to the Lingyin Temple to practice in seclusion together."

"No!"

Ji Ming waved his hand, took out a banner, and said, "My senior brother practices the Way of Joy, and does not care about meat or vegetables. Recently, he has been particularly fond of strange creatures. If you go with him, he will surely take some of your food, and your Taoism will be greatly reduced.

This banner was made by my senior brother in the past. I will give it to you today to cancel the karma of my reincarnation as a ghost in your womb."

"what!"

The mandrill woman was frightened. The old ghost's transformation was so sudden that she thought he had been possessed by another spirit.

No, even if he was possessed by another spirit, he would not do such a thing, unless he was possessed by a demon. For a moment, she did not know how to react.

Seeing the mandrill woman hesitate, Ji Ming's voice turned cold and he shouted, "Take this banner and go back to your red stone cave!"

Ji Ming's purpose in doing this was simple, which was to prevent Zen Master Su Luo from tracking him.

Although Zen Master Sura's body was damaged by Ji Ming's Yin Cang Shui Lei Dan and he was also hit by Huang Jue's nightmare technique, there was no guarantee that he would not take the risk and ambush him or Huang Jue with injuries all over his body.

Although this possibility is extremely small, Ji Ming still used the mandrill woman to make a maze, just to be prepared.

Next, while continuing on his journey, Ji Ming had to consider how to maximize the use of this Qingjiang Ghost's body.

Should he directly pry open the blue skull, the Yin and Ming Dharma Bone, or explore the deeper secrets of this Yin body and find traces of the various Dharma techniques left by Huang Jue?

After much deliberation, Ji Ming chose the latter.

He put his little hand into the big belly, felt around inside, and took out the bulging, bag-like stomach sac, praising it, "What a delicious organ!"

(End of this chapter)