Wet viviparity

Chapter 150: Ghost Collection, Alchemy Bag
Xiao Qiulong had broken through the hard rock and dug out a temporary cave. He sprayed out a few puffs of water vapor, swept the area, and moved a few flowers and plants into the cave.

Just as he was about to call the new master to rest in the cave, he saw him holding a bag-like object, and instantly knew what the magic that had been put away by him was.

"you know?"

Ji Ming put the internal organs and stomach into his stomach and asked Xiao Qiulong.

"Who hasn't heard of the 'Alchemical Stomach', one of the ten great organs of the side sect? No wonder you accepted me like a loach before."

Xiao Qiulong couldn't stop complimenting him and said, "You must have been reborn as the starving ghost, no, the yellow hungry ghost, to practice the "Iron Chewing Technique". This is truly a stroke of genius.

The Dao Zang of this secret skill needs to be refined with starving ghosts that are full of hunger, and the yellow hungry ghost is a powerful hungry ghost that escaped from the Yin land. Using it to refine the Dao Zang is an even better quality Dao Zang. "

Ji Ming nodded slightly. Xiao Qiulong's speculation was somewhat similar to his.

He also believed that this organ was made from the yellow hungry ghost, but not after rebirth.

Not long after Huang Jue was reborn, he was "possessed" by him. Even Ji Ming didn't know what state Huang Jue was in now.

The time when the Dao Zang was refined should have been even earlier, when Huang Jue cultivated into a human being and had not yet been ambushed by Zen Master Sula.

By that time, Huang Jue had truly become a human being and began to practice the humanistic method of refining Qi. Naturally, he would make full use of his originally fading body of the hungry ghost to enhance his secret skills.

However, Huang Jue did not expect that he would be killed by Suluo and die again, becoming a starving ghost again. Then he was summoned by Ji Ming and temporarily escaped the punishment of the underworld. He became a yellow hungry ghost again, as if he had experienced a wonderful reincarnation.

But the new cycle ended here at Ji Ming.

Ji Ming estimated that when Huang Jue was killed, he used some unknown method to carry this organ to the underworld. Therefore, once it was summoned by Ji Ming, it was able to show its great power and capture the little Qiulong in the well, along with many demons and sinners in it.

The ten major side sects and techniques have a very impressive origin, so Ji Ming naturally wants to use them on his own celestial body.

He was not the first monk to have the idea of ​​plundering Taoist priests. This idea had already given rise to a huge market a thousand and eight hundred years ago.

The plundering of Taoist monks cannot be done in public, and one needs the help of a monk who is proficient in medicine. Such monks will secretly take orders in various markets.

The little Qiulong beside him was very familiar with the Taoist land where Jiheng Mountain was located, as well as Tianqing Dafang, but Ji Ming could not ask him where the nearest market was.

It’s nothing, it’s just that you are out of control.

He was waiting in the cave. Not long after, Wu Liang came over with a gourd of flesh and blood. He placed the gourd in front of Ji Ming like offering a treasure.

"There are so few people in the deep mountains and dense forests that I can't hunt any human flesh for you. There is only the flesh of tigers, leopards, jackals, and the like."

As Wu Liang spoke, he carefully looked at the monk. Seeing that he did not show any signs of joy, he quickly said, "When we get out of the forest, I will offer you six pairs of boys and girls."

"Okay!"

Ji Ming laughed so hard that his face was shaking. He threw the frog-mouthed conch in front of Wu Liang and said, "You are so loyal, how can I be stingy with my reward? I will give this treasure to you."

There are some problems with this frog-mouth conch, and Ji Ming doesn't mind letting Wu Liang try it.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master."

Wu Liang looked like he was taking advantage of the situation. It was a good thing for him to be like this, because even if Ji Ming used him up, he would not have any psychological burden.

Ji Ming sucked hard at the gourd's mouth. The gourd, which was only half a person's height, was filled with a lot of flesh and blood, more than one ton, which was about the amount of flesh and blood of four or five oxen.

The flesh and blood entered the alchemical stomach and turned into a large amount of essence in a moment. The essence nourished the yin body and turned into a spiritual inspiration similar to the Earthly Fiend.

A vast spiritual energy was rising within the body, condensing into mist and circling around the body. However, because there was no restraint from the profound skills, it could not circulate in a regular pattern.

Ji Ming is not Huang Jue, so how could he know what kind of mysterious skills the old ghost has cultivated. The Taiping Mountain's Sitting Mountain Warrior Sutra also conflicts with the Yin body, so he can only use four or five points of his ten points of Taoism.

In the end, he could only use the "Moon Worship" method to sort out his ideas, and then his body flashed and transformed into the appearance of a white-faced monk.

Ji Ming turned his blood-tumor Buddhist beads and asked Wu Liang, "Where is the nearest market?"

"There is a Guizao Mountain nearby. On the mountain there lives a mountain lord who is a Taoist and a Buddhist. On the first and full moon days of every month, he holds a ghost fair in the mountain to facilitate the exchange of information between the monks and spirits in the nearby areas."

Ghost fairs are ghost markets, similar to market towns, but much smaller and less formal. If ghost fairs like this are held regularly, if they are well managed and have a good reputation, and if they find a real person, ghost or god to endorse them, they may become a market town.

Ji Ming rested for a while, and when the sun set and the moon rose in the east, he rode his dragon to Guizao Mountain.

Because the fifteenth day of the lunar month would be just a few days away, they rested in a wild bamboo forest in the shade on the mountain.

There are some villages near Guizao Mountain, and you can see some people living there. In the flat areas of the mountain, there are several melon fields and vegetable gardens opened up by the villagers.

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

In the forest, Ji Ming was chanting a sutra. This sutra was not an ordinary sutra for salvation, nor was it a sutra for praying for blessings, but the "Heart Mantra of Dharani".

Ji Ming turned the blood tumor Buddhist beads, and the mantra naturally flowed in his heart, allowing him to recite it without any instruction.

He had a mysterious feeling, or to be more precise, after chanting the mantra, he naturally knew some things in his mind, about Buddhist practice, meditation and so on.

Ji Ming did not dare to go deeper, because as long as he moved the Buddhist beads, he could not help but chant and spontaneously practice this Dharani mantra, whose basis he did not know.

The practice of heterodox Buddhists is called secret practice, unknown to outsiders. Even if they visit a temple, most people cannot find the door. Ji Ming may have accidentally entered this secret door.

However, compared to the surprise of getting it, I was more frightened by it.

He had heard that some magic was often mixed in with Buddhism, which could eventually allow the practitioner to develop into a demon with Buddha's skin and bones, but the key was that the practitioner was unaware of it.

Looking at the blood tumor Buddhist beads in his hand, even though Ji Ming knew some of the Buddhist practice principles of terror, he was still frightened in his heart.

In the bamboo forest, before Ji Ming waited for the full sun, the mountain king of Guizao Mountain had already arrived and presented some money, three plates of shell pearls, and four portions of incense, talismans and food, performing all the formalities.

Seeing the incense, talismans and food used to save the souls of the dead, Ji Ming knew that this tiger with a human body and a tiger head was originally a ghost.

The tiger came here and presented a small gift, on the one hand to test the other party's background, on the other hand to show his own financial strength and strength as the king of this mountain.

However, when he saw the dragon head sticking out of the cold pond outside the forest, the tiger's face slowly changed.

After chatting for a while, knowing that the old ghost in front of him was just passing by and was going to participate in the ghost gathering in Wangri, the tiger finally let down his guard a little.

Ji Ming naturally knew what the local monsters were afraid of, so he called Xiao Qiulong to his side and asked Shanjun for the name of the monk in the ghost center who was good at medicine and had a good reputation.

The tiger thought for a long time and said three names, saying that these three were local residents and would not easily do such an immoral and evil act.

After the visit of the tiger, Ji Ming knew that he could not stay here for long.

That day, Zen Master Su Luo from the lower peak stayed in a Taoist temple on the mountain, preparing to recuperate while gathering information.

After finding several boys who were sent down the mountain from Feibai Tower outside Huoxu Cave, Su Luo gradually filled in his impression of the celestial being through their descriptions.

To be honest, these people's descriptions did not seem like a celestial being, but rather a god descending to the earth. The spiritual crane offering him a gift, the alien species accompanying him, and the master bestowing treasures, Zen Master Su Luo was stunned when he heard it.

In his doubtful mood, he couldn't help but feel a little solemn, because the Liusu sword was still in his hand, and this sword must have been made by a master.

A strong sense of uneasiness urged him to kill Tianren as soon as possible. No, he should be called Zhang Bao, or the title Jintong.

Zen Master Sura relied on self-control to suppress such emotions, or perhaps it could be said that this was a kind of inner demon. He was not the kind of monk who could not withstand a failure.

He knows what to do first and what to do later, knows that the body should not be driven by emotions, and knows everything he should know and strictly follow at this age.

These things, or experience, can give him an advantage against second-rate players.

In his eyes, King Huang Jue was a typical second-rate character, with some luck and brains, but he did not cultivate himself and was trapped in the big dye vat of the external paths and side doors. Even if he escaped from the underworld again, he would still be not worth mentioning if he did not wake up and cultivate his character.

Zen Master Sura was not sure about Jin Tong's level. Facing such an opponent, he would adopt a more conservative strategy. So he now needed to break the nightmare on his body and heal his body that was injured by the Yin Zang Water Thunder Pill.

Although Jintong has left the mountain, there will be traces along the way. The longer he stops, the more traces there will be. Su Luo is proficient in this, so he feels at ease.

(End of this chapter)