Wet viviparity

Chapter 207: Going to the dark, leaving the fire
When Ji Ming heard himself being called Jin Tong, his heart was in turmoil for a moment, and it took him a while to calm himself down.

He appeared, stilled the wind, and said in a surprised tone: "Master, why do you say that? Since I was born, I have never been an enemy to anyone. I have been seeking the truth with all my heart.

"I have served you in the Demon Crane Cave to help you master the art of catching people with one breath.

Huang Jue fought me with you in the Iron Prison Temple. When you reappeared, you had acquired a new magic skill and took his Green Skull. "

Su Luo clasped her arms together, looked at Ji Ming with complicated eyes, and said, "You seem to have forgotten that the person who knows you best and cares about you the most in this world is me, besides yourself.

It's ridiculous. I always thought I was just competing with you in wits, but I didn't expect you to have the mysterious skill of "incarnation outside the body". With the help of the master, you repeatedly practiced incarnation to confuse me. "

After hearing what the Zen master said, Ji Ming didn't know whether to relax or become more alert. Although the other party's speculation was outrageous, it was very close to the truth.

This sounded a wake-up call for Ji Ming. The Zen master had been entangled with him for many years. If he was not removed, his "golden finger" would be discovered sooner or later. The world fears people with ulterior motives the most.

But... now is not the time yet, he still needs one last step.

At the bottom of the cliff, Qing Ru Lu dropped the jade sceptre, which flew back and landed in Ji Ming's hands.

Ji Ming shouted, "Yaksha, come out and stop him."

In a crack in the rocks, the Yaksha ghost Qian Geng flashed out of the crack, jumped onto the cliff, and without saying a word, he started fighting with Zen Master Sula.

“Yaksha, Yaksha, you know the secret of his incarnation, he will not let you go.”

During the fight, the Zen master shouted loudly, but Qian Geng did not even sneer. He just raised the iron pestle to subdue demons and hit him fiercely, until the Zen master's bones were weak and his muscles were loose, and he could not use the gods in his body to fight the enemy.

"Old Su, how long do you want to watch the show in my body?"

"Good show, good show." Yi Su Fa Nian said happily in his body: "That bald donkey actually regarded you as an incarnation, he is really shallow-minded. Your body and spirit are in harmony, which is something an incarnation can't do.

If you ask me."

Ji Ming felt like he was having a bad year, as everyone seemed to like digging into his biggest secret.

"If you ask me, it should be the method of the second soul.

This place is close to Liling. Could it be that the object entrusted to your second soul is the "Divine Snake Jade"?

That is not true. My Dharma thought descended into your body and you did not notice these treasures. If you really had these treasures, you would not be able to hide them from my Dharma thought. "

Fa Nian was still guessing, but Ji Ming ignored it and swirled in the evil wind, flying to the mountain outside the mountain, while listening to the sounds from all directions.

After flying for dozens of miles, he arrived at Xiaoxi Mountain. He could no longer hear the voices of Su Luo and General Shisha.

In the area of ​​Xiaoxi Mountain, apart from the Vajra Net in his own tomb, the only thing that could completely prevent Su Luo from spying was the "Ancestor's Temple" in the Fayan Courtyard on Xiaoxi Mountain.

If Su Luo was not a member of the Taiping Mountain sect and could enter and leave the other courtyard temple freely, he would have lived in the temple in his celestial body.

Now, he flew here just to play a trick in the dark.

The ancestral temple is swept once a week, and there are also sacrificial ceremonies during festivals. On weekdays, there are only a few boys practicing martial arts here, and there is no one else on duty. After all, who would have the courage to offend the ancestral temple?

Ji Ming shrank like a mosquito with flower legs and flew silently into the ancestral hall. After climbing over the two ancestral tablets, he crawled through a crack in the bricks.

Right below the Patriarch's Monument, he slowly arched out a worm chamber, restored his tiny body bit by bit, and expanded the worm chamber over and over again until he returned to his original shape.

Ji Ming took out the Shangbao Ludan. At this moment, Fa Nian popped up again to comment, "Interesting, interesting, this elixir actually incorporates some of the principles and theories in the Chengpan Yuhua Sutra."

However, there are forbidden spells in it. If you swallow it, you will be able to learn the Feather Transformation Sutra without a teacher, but you will be controlled by others in the future."

"Are you done?!" Ji Ming swallowed the pill and said, "Old Su, you don't really believe in the so-called 'Shangcheng Nan's destiny' in the prophecy!"

"If I believe it, wouldn't it be more beneficial to you?!" Fa Nian said as a matter of course: "Although we old masters are hated by the heavens, our Taoism and secrets are real." The Shangbao Ludan began to take effect, and Ji Ming's skin began to harden little by little.

"You still have a chance to regret. The 'Chengpan Yuhua Sutra' in this pill is for cultivators. If you swallow it, I'm afraid only God knows what will happen.

The most likely possibility is that it is a mysterious and unprovoked event. It is an abandoned road that only lunatics, madmen, and demons can walk on."

Yi Su Fanni's words reminded Ji Ming of the "Tianhe Ascending Dragon Wonderful Talisman Diagram" in the Tielao Temple. The scene of the strange transformation of the mountain calf master into a dragon in the temple was still vivid in his mind.

Ji Ming did not respond, he was confident in his heart.

"Boy, whichever path you choose, I cannot go with you, otherwise this path of Dharma will be broken. It seems that our fate ends here."

At this time, Ji Ming was already feeling dizzy, and hurriedly said: "Old Master, why don't you leave me the fire of Taoism, so that I can fulfill the prophecy of 'carrying on the fate of the south'."

He could see that Old Su Fanian was indeed interested in the prophecy, which was why he stayed with him for a long time. Otherwise, he would have left in a moment after descending, just like he did last time at Liuxiang Peak in Jiheng Mountain.

There are not many Six Ding fires in the world, but there are still a few. Since Yixiu is in charge of the source of this fire, it should not be difficult to give him a fire.

“Alright, alright.

If you cultivate the fire properly, there may be other opportunities in the future."

After Yi Su Fa Nian finished speaking, he disappeared into Ji Ming's body.

When Fa Nian left, Ji Ming checked himself and found a spark inside his body. It was a very small spark, so small that it could be ignored. Ji Ming sighed to himself that it was not such a good thing.

In order to cultivate these six fires, I wonder how much firewood I need to invest.

Calming down the floating distracting thoughts, the blue skull floated up beside itself and began to become invisible and substantial.

It was originally a part of the green ghost that King Huang Jue transformed into after he experienced the pain of being a corpse pad in the underworld. Of course, it is also the most essential part. It is the Dharma bone of the ghost.

Ji Ming has never used it because of this: ghosts and humans are naturally in conflict.

The blue skull sank into the hardened insect head little by little, penetrating into it like a ghost. This made Ji Ming feel as if he had grown a brain, and even the hardened insect body began to shake.

When the blue skull was completely submerged in it, the insect heads were all stained with a layer of blue.

Then the relic bottle was taken out and the relics in the bottle were swallowed into the mouth, and then came the last step of the plan.

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

He recited the Dharani in his heart, and the Green Skull, wrapped in the relics, began to leave the body with its soul and enter the underworld, returning to the place where the Green Skull was born, the sea of ​​suffering in the pole of Mount Tai, where the charred ghost king lived and preached - the altar in the cemetery.

On the cliff.

General Shi Sha held the jade sceptre carefully and swore secretly that he would never use this precious sceptre again no matter how big the fire was in the future. This was the token he received when he went to the Wu Zang Palace to pay homage to his master.

Without it, even though I am a disciple, I am afraid I can't even enter the master's palace. After all, the master has quite a few disciples.

In front of the cliff, Zen Master Sula rarely put his hands together or chanted the Buddha's name. He just stared blankly at the vast emptiness below the cliff, as if he was ready to jump off.

At his feet, a charred corpse lay there. It was his third disciple, and the only one who survived.

"Master, since you are certain that the insect demon is the reincarnation of that boy, why don't you report it to Taiping Mountain and let the people there deal with it."

The Zen Master did not reply to the General. Was he sure? Not too sure.

In the past, even if it was just hearsay, he would have filed a complaint. But according to his guess, this matter could not be avoided by that master, and if there was no solid evidence, he would be in trouble.

(End of this chapter)