Wet viviparity

Chapter 151: Xinglin, Ghost Gathering
Ji Ming looked towards a place where the mountain fog was rolling, and asked those around him, "What's over there?"

Wu Liang said first: "That's the mountain king using the mist to set up the illusion of the ghost market. It can block the entry of ordinary people and create a lively atmosphere of the market."

"Ghostly tricks!"

Xiao Qiulong was very disdainful and said, "The Zen Master and I have never heard of such a trick. In the Dingxiangshuiyuan area where I used to be in charge, the worst market was also arranged with the help of formations.

Occasionally, I would go to the sea market with my father. It was built with the help of mirages and is a place for immortals to exchange what they have. I’m afraid you, the little cultivators, have never heard of it.”

Wu Liang didn't dare to offend Xiao Qiulong. He just held the frog-mouthed conch that he was awarded tightly, looking like he was trying his best to restrain himself.

The unorthodox sects emphasize indulgence in lust and are lawless. Wu Liang has been keeping a low profile these days and has to endure beatings and scoldings from Xiao Qiulong, which is really hard to endure.

Ji Ming raised his eyes to the sky. Xiao Qiulong's words were a bit harsh. He had never heard of such a mirage!
"Hai Shi!" This name reminded him of his own secret skill, Hai Shi Dafa. He vaguely felt that this secret skill had some connection with the so-called Hai Shi.

He did not ask any more questions, leaving Qianshou'er to protect the celestial body in the flesh lotus, and then floated straight into the gathering of ghosts.

In that market, there are lights and noise; when you drift into it, you can see restaurants leaning against the mountain, stalls beside the water, and the hustle and bustle of traffic.

"Pinch back!"

Ji Ming lifted up his sleeves, and little Qiulong reluctantly shrank into his sleeves.

As you walk into the market, you can hear all kinds of hawking sounds, including those selling mountain products, gold and stone, and even fortune-telling. There is really everything.

Ji Ming wandered around for a while, bought some small items such as fasting pills and armor and horse talismans, and at the same time inquired about the names of the monks given by the mountain king to verify whether they really had a reputable reputation.

Although the dirty plunder was urgent, he needed to act cautiously.

After inquiring for a long time, Ji Ming had an idea in his mind. What Shanjun said was generally true. Those three had indeed been operating in the local area for a long time and had a good reputation.

Amid the bustling scene of the ghost gathering, Ji Ming couldn't help but relax.

In such a relaxed mood, he rarely felt any kindness and threw a few coins to the little ghost that was leading the way, which immediately attracted more little ghosts.

Suddenly, a scented handkerchief fell down.

Ji Ming's nose twitched and he grabbed the handkerchief in his hand. He turned his head to look at the smiling woman upstairs, and a foxy smell from the handkerchief entered his nose.

A bald kid came over from the building, carrying a large plate filled with drinks, food, and many brands.

Ji Ming flipped over the label on the plate. On it were vivid spring pictures, names, and prices. The prices were quite reasonable.

Wu Liang followed Ji Ming carefully, pocketing the small change he had on him, and praying that his cheap master would not fall into the den of evildoers and have fun, as he, as a disciple, really could not afford the money for whoring.

"go!"

Seeing his cheap master walking away, Wu Liang felt relieved. He smiled at the vixens upstairs, but turned his back with contempt.

"Foxies, if you saw the true face of Master beneath his disguise, I'm afraid you would be scared to reveal your true colors." Wu Liang thought hatefully in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, his master who was walking in front of him turned into a small alley, and Wu Liang hurriedly trotted after him.

Ji Ming stopped in front of a medical clinic. He saw a piece of cloth hanging in front of the door, with the words "Successor of Xinglin" written in Bawen on it.

The word "Xinglin" aroused his interest, so he chose the monk in this clinic.

As soon as he entered the door, the musty smell of herbs stimulated his sense of smell. He endured the discomfort and continued to walk inside.

The ghost gathering was created in the grave pile. These pavilions and stalls were all graves, and when he entered them, he entered a tomb.

In the dark corridor, bats were hanging from the ceiling, spiders as big as fists were weaving webs in the corners, and there was a pile of black altars on one side, covered with dust, and no one knew what they were used for.

From deep inside, a cough was heard.

"Cough cough cough~"

The coughing was obviously caused by an effort to suppress it, for fear of disturbing the guests.

At the end, there was a candlelight that gave people a sense of warmth and security. Ji Ming stepped inside and saw the Taoist priest in red clothes in the candlelit room.

"Come to see a doctor?" The Taoist priest was busy in front of the stage, weighing medicinal materials and sorting them into different packages.

"No."

"He must be buying my poison pills. I'm not bragging, but all of my poison pills are from the Panku Poison Scripture, and the prices are very fair."

"Not at all."

The Taoist narrowed his eyes, tied his long gray hair into a Taoist bun, put down the work in his hands, and said with a smile: "That must be the dirty business. I don't have any ready-made Taoist dirty business here."

Ji Ming did not discuss the dirty things immediately, but talked about another matter.

"How much of the claim that you are the descendant of the Xinglin family on the sign in front of your door is true or false?"

The Taoist became serious and examined Ji Ming carefully. He did not have the cultivation of a mountain lion and could not see through Ji Ming's true face. He just felt that a person of considerable stature had come.

“I’ve had this sign hanging outside for a long time, but no one has ever mentioned it, not even the Taoists.

People only know that Xinglin is a synonym for medicine and a good name for curing diseases, but they don’t know that it once represented the pinnacle of medical skills during the Tianzhou period. ”

"Cen Dongzi, the master of medicine."

Ji Ming uttered an ancient Taoist name, and then said: "He is the first master of Taiping Mountain's originator Bohe. The meaning of the word "Xinglin" in medical skills originated from him."

The Taoist's face flushed, and he nodded repeatedly, "That's right, that's right."

It was obvious that this cultivator was a loyal follower of Cen Dongzi, but Ji Ming did not quite believe that he was Cen Dongzi's descendant.

"You must also know that Bai He's second master is Cang Tian. Back then, Bai He was led into Taoism by Cen Dongzi, who taught him day and night, which solidified his foundation in alchemy.

That is why Bai He was able to enter the Three Mountains, serve the heavens, and gaze at the stone wall for three years before finally receiving the true teachings. "

Everyone likes to "build a gilded body" for their ancestors or idols, and getting closer to those legendary figures is undoubtedly the quickest way.

Most of what the Taoist said were true, but some of them were embellished by him, such as the fact that Bai and Ru Sanshan were due to Cen Dongzi's teachings.

As the founder of Taiping Mountain, Bai He's deeds were recorded in the Taoist records of Taiping Mountain. Ji Ming often read them, so he knew about Xinglin.

In his opinion, regardless of whether the Taoist was related to Cen Dongzi, he must be extremely confident in his medical skills if he dared to hang up such a sign.

After having a common topic, the atmosphere became lively and they started talking about business smoothly.

The Taoist admitted that plundering the Taoist organs did not depend on medical skills, but on the rituals. Only through the rituals, by borrowing the power of the gods, could one unhindered forcibly seize the Taoist organs of others.

"No!" Ji Ming touched his belly and said to the Taoist: "I am not plundering, but giving!"

"Gift?!" The Taoist's eyes widened. This was the first time he had seen such a thing of helping others in real life. It really opened his eyes.

"The monk is really kind-hearted."

The Taoist gave a fake compliment, then stretched out his hand and began to quote a price.

"Ten thousand!"

Ji Ming thought he had some experience in bargaining, and he had some success stories, so he simply chopped the price in half and said, "Five thousand."

"make a deal."

The Taoist priest decisively finalized the price, which made Ji Ming slightly stunned. He wanted to bargain further, but he was afraid that the Taoist priest would harbor resentment and not work hard, so he had to swallow the loss.

"Don't worry, I will do a great job. I have a good reputation."

"Complete within three days."

Ji Ming added a condition, and the Taoist thought it was because he got a good deal on the price, so he laughed and nodded in agreement.

(End of this chapter)