Wet viviparity

Chapter 153: Treasure Altar, Ghost Alms
The shimmering surface of Luoyin Lake looks like a huge silver mirror inlaid on the land of Zhexiong Prefecture, quietly embracing the mountains in its arms.

The lake water is clear and transparent. Under the sunlight, it sparkles as if countless tiny diamonds are jumping on the water.

The surface of Luoyin Lake was vast and boundless. When Ji Ming looked at it, the water and the sky were one color, with a blurred boundary, making it difficult to tell where the sky was and where the lake was.

Ji Ming held an umbrella and rode astride the small Qiulong, quietly enjoying the scenery of lakes and mountains and the strong lake breeze blowing in his face.

"Guguwawa~"

On the lakeshore, Wu Liang blew the conch loudly with his little mouth against the frog's mouth, dancing with the posture he learned from the conch, constantly disturbing Ji Ming's good mood.

He has been flying along the winding lakeshore, flying on and off for several months now.

The lakeshore is covered with lush vegetation, wild willows gently brushing the water, reeds that can be seen every few miles, and the sound of the lake water lapping against the shore that I'm tired of hearing.

In the depths of the lake, large fish with thick scales, old crocodiles with one horn, and strange-looking water monsters occasionally leap out of the water, creating one violent splash after another.

Luoyin Lake is known as the den of demons. Ji Ming has experienced this deeply during his journey over the past few months, so he would rather spend some time and move forward along the long lakeshore.

Now, a large amount of wealth has been taken out from the body of Qingjiang Ghost.

However, there are still some left, but it is difficult to easily redeem them in his celestial body.

For example, the huge spiritual inspiration is a turbid and dark spiritual inspiration, similar to the evil spiritual spring that was refined into the White Bone Heart Pearl, and it is difficult to use for cultivation.

The only way Ji Ming could think of to use it was to incorporate this inspiration into the Yin Treasure to increase its essence.

The White Bone Heart Bead is the only treasure he has, and he has always used it with ease. It can be considered a trump card in battles with opponents of the same realm, and he can even gain some advantages against opponents in the third realm of foundation building.

This treasure has been with him for two lifetimes, so it can be considered an old friend.

If it continues to refine the treasure according to the treasure refining method of "Twenty-four Turns of Taiyin", it can be refined into the magic weapon "Taiyin Moon Bridge".

Once this treasure is released, it can be suspended in the void, and it can then collapse mountains of swords, cross seas of fire, and travel between the sky and the dark land. Those are all just easy matters.

But. The only problem now is that the Twenty-Four Turns of Taiyin came from Zen Master Sura.

Ji Ming needed a safe and risk-free treasure refining technique, a new treasure refining technique, and he decided to ask for it from the ghosts and gods in the heterodox Buddhist sects.

As for which Buddhist ghost or god, it was the one that Huang Jue worshipped and offered sacrifices to.

"Disciple!"

Ji Ming landed on a sandbar and called Wu Liang, who was playing the conch on the ground.

Wu Liang was dancing on the lake with a conch shell in his mouth and a gourd-shaped instrument on his back, as if he was tireless.

"So tired, so tired."

He jumped all the way to the sandbar, stepped on the fine sand, and finally lay directly on the sand, saying: "Master, why don't you take this treasure back!"

As he spoke, he stuck close to the frog's mouth on the conch and started to play the instrument with a humming sound.

Little Qiulong lay on one side with his head buried in the sand, not daring to look at Wu Liang, whose spirit had been polluted by the magic weapon and who looked like a madman.

He had a vague feeling that the monk's fate was doomed the moment he followed him regardless of everything.

During the past few months, he, the little Qiulong, one of the descendants of the true dragon, gradually felt the attitude of his new master towards him, which was to treat him like an object.

His inference was not without basis. During the past few months of flying, whenever he showed some indulgence, his energy would be immediately drained away.

Think about it, he is the son of the dragon, he once was in charge of a vast land, now this is the first time he recognizes someone as his master. Even if he is not held in the palm of his hand, he cannot be exploited at will!

Xiao Qiulong wanted to cry but had no tears, and he didn't dare to resist openly.

Ever since he was locked up in the well, a series of events and blows seemed to have shattered and reshaped his soul.

Ji Ming stood on the sandbar, watching the sun setting over the gorgeous lake, and asked with his hands behind his back, "Disciple, have you gained any insights from playing the conch?" "Yes," Wu Liang said tiredly, "I can see one ghost after another, with red hair and a burnt face, a big belly and a thin neck, with a flaming body and ugly little ghosts under his feet."

Ji Ming turned the Buddhist beads and understood.

Whenever he turned the blood-tumor Buddhist beads or manipulated the trident, he could always see that existence, chanting the Dharani Heart Mantra uncontrollably.

Judging from Wu Liang's appearance, he might not have obtained the mantra, so he couldn't control the conch and was controlled by it instead.

"Master, I understand. That must be the ghost you worship." Wu Liang became excited and thought he had figured something out. He said happily, "My disciple is really stupid. I have been running around for months but still haven't figured out the mystery."

On the sandbar, Wu Liang bowed and said, "It must be that the ghosts and gods have sensed my disciple's insincerity. I will go get some blood and food for the sacrifice, and by the way, settle the debts I owe to the master for the boys and girls."

"Ha ha!"

Ji Ming pretended to be relieved and said with a smile: "Disciple, this is the Burnt-faced God, the mighty power of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, the Ghost King of the Underworld. Your chance has come."

"Opportunity?"

"When this ghost attained enlightenment, he once said that if a Buddhist disciple gave alms to three thousand hungry ghosts, gave each of them a hu of food, and offered the Three Jewels, he would be able to worship under his seat.

You have been loyal and diligent by my side, and I have seen it all. Today, I will help you. At midnight, I will allow you to give alms to hungry ghosts. Although you cannot worship under the seat of ghosts and gods, it will be enough for you to hear the Dharma. "

Wu Liang was moved and bowed: "Master!"

"Stop being a daughter and go get ready."

"Okay! Okay!" Wu Liang responded and ran out of the sandbar.

Ji Ming asked in confusion, "I asked you to prepare to play the conch shells and make the hungry ghosts happy with the wonderful music. Why did you run outside?"

"I came across a fishing village while trekking today. I wanted to capture three or two people so that I could provide the hungry ghosts with one or two fresh meat dishes."

"The Ghost King is not an evil god, so don't try to make things worse."

That night, when the bright moon was hanging over the Silver Lake, a hand with great energy formed an altar out of clay on the sandbar. On the altar, a layer of soft jade, a layer of gold beads, and a layer of silver sand were spread.

The Buddhist altar emphasizes the seven treasures, treasure towers and so on. In the previous life, he encountered the Taoist disciples of the Four Sad Clouds Temple who were looting treasures, so he offered the seven treasures to the Buddha to prolong his life.

After decorating the altar, Ji Ming felt that something was missing, so he simply hung the Xi national treasure mirror on the altar.

It is said that a Buddha needs a golden body. If one does not have enough wealth and treasures, how can one prove one's sincerity and allow the Buddha's gods to show their effectiveness?

If we really believe in sincerity, then the gods will be too busy to handle it even if they have thousands of Dharma thoughts.

Ji Ming arranged for Xiao Qiulong to preside over the opening ceremony. With the support of this dragon cub, before the ceremony was officially started, many little ghosts were hiding on the sandbar, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Outside the sandbar, many heads popped out from the lake, with pairs of monster eyes shining with divine light, colorful and looking around curiously.

"Are you ready?"

Ji Ming asked Wu Liang.

Wu Liang's body was covered with gold, silver and jewelry, and he felt something was not good. When he served a water demon in the past, he would regularly offer virgins as sacrifices and would dress up the virgins in advance.

"Master, why don't you come here? I'm not ready yet. I'll do the alms next time."

"Nonsense, everyone is waiting!"

"big guy?"

Under the moonlight, in the shadow of the sandbar, figures with big bellies and thin legs staggered over, babbling something, circling around Wu Liang and laughing very happily.

"Meat and vegetables, vegetables and meat, full stomach, full stomach."

(End of this chapter)