Wet viviparity

Chapter 213: Music, Insect Skin Group
"This"

Qian Geng held the delicate and white leather and said in confusion.

Ji Ming did not explain further and told Qian Geng to take the leather and follow him.

The two of them went all the way to Xiaoxi Mountain. With their speed, the dangerous mountains and dangerous waters seemed like flat land. They soon arrived at Xiaoxi Mountain and "wandered" around the temples in the mountain.

Qian Geng held the leather in his hand and followed closely behind the insect-eating monk in a cassock, and he had to use all his strength to catch up.

In the many temples on the mountain, Ji Ming only needed to listen briefly, and he could accurately pick out some monks who had violated the precepts from these temples, and then beat them with skins.

In just a moment, the leather was able to absorb the blood and essence from the monk.

After visiting many temples, the skin had sucked in dozens of sinful monks. The skin grew bigger and bigger, and it even grew a belly button, a neck, and even facial features.

This soft skin, or rather the female skin, made Qian Geng feel terrified.

"Put it on!"

Ji Ming said to Qian Geng.

"It?" Qian Geng shook his skin to confirm.

Although he was confirming this matter, Qian Geng knew that he could not refuse.

At this moment, he was extremely envious of Shu Si who was helping the master to manage the Taoist property, so he suggested: "I think Manager Shu would be more willing to accept this "dress"."

Ji Ming glanced at Qian Geng, and his figure flashed on the spot. Not long after, he appeared here again with a mouse in his hand.

"go with!"

At the command, Shu Si obeyed very well and swiftly got into the leather bag.

Then Shu Si conjured up his hands and feet inside the skin bag and stretched out the skin bag from the inside. Gradually, the skin bag began to become fuller.

Ji Ming stepped forward to look at the propped-up skin, and kept asking Shu Si how he felt.

"It's like putting on a thin shirt. It doesn't keep you warm."

"Hmm~something is moving under the skin."

"It's tightening, the skin is tightening, it's tightening on me."

"I can't pull it off, it's stuck to my skin."

"Squeak, squeak, squeak! I can't breathe. I hear singing and chanting. This is the supreme sound. This sound is controlling me."

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With such a plump appearance, her figure is fully exposed, her shoulders are as sharp as a knife, and her waist is as thin as a willow.

The lines on her body are full and soft, her waist is slender, and the curves under her body are round, and the transition to her waist is natural and smooth, which adds a bit of charm to her figure.

Her facial features were white and delicate, like solidified fat, her eyebrows seemed to be trimmed, and her small nose and thin lips showed her charm.

However, above such a face, there was a pair of slightly panicked eyes. Those were Shu Si's eyes. He had obviously been trapped in such a skin.

Gradually, Shu Si's eyes began to change, becoming charming, then cold. His thin lips slightly opened, revealing his white teeth, making a creepy "click" sound of grinding his teeth.

"Music Fairy!"

Jimin called out.

The look in her eyes changed under the skin. She looked at Ji Ming seriously with the eyes of a rat. Then she stroked his head, stroking out his black hair. Then she stood up and said, "Shenghun, I knew you would look for me. I was right about you."

"Come on! My mentor."

Ji Ming opened his four arms, raised the conch-shaped ear hole, and said, "Before we discuss the supreme truth together, I would like to ask the cemetery master to help me solve my doubts and help me get rid of one person."

The celestial maiden staggered to her feet, but she was still as unfit as she was to walk on the ground, as if she were in the cemetery.

"Good man!
Tell me about your troubles, tell me about your enemies."

Ji Ming dismissed Qian Geng and asked, "Have you heard of Zhong Chengzi?"

"Of course, when I was still cultivating in the human world, He had existed for a long time. He was a very famous person among the ghosts and gods in Tiannan, and even in the Northern Yin Underworld. However, He had a bad relationship with the Cemetery, and had been secretly fighting with the ghosts and gods of Buddhism in Tiannan, trying to completely eliminate the influence of Buddhism in the Yin Land of Tiannan."

"Madam Nanhua Huode's instruction?"

The goddess looked at Ji Ming twice, surprised at what he knew, and said: "Zhong Chengzi is a Taoist ghost god, and he was a registered disciple of Madam Nanhua Huode when he was alive. It seems natural for him to reject and suppress Buddhism.

It’s just that his method is more effective, and his achievements are more significant, which gives several Buddhist ghosts and gods in the south of the sky a headache.”

The goddess's subtext was that it had little to do with Lady Nanhua Huode, and Ji Ming could hear it.

"Zhong Chengzi's suppression targets also include the influence of the Burnt-faced Ghost King in Tiannan?!" Ji Ming asked in an affirmative tone.

"what do you know?"

The goddess couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing." Ji Ming did not share his earnings.

Behind Su Luo is Zhong Chengzi, and behind King Huang Jue is the Burnt-faced Ghost King. Ji Ming always feels that there must be a deeper reason why Su Luo stabbed Huang Jue in the back, perhaps it is a reflection of the greater struggle behind the scenes.

"You weren't being honest with me."

The goddess tiptoed forward and embraced Ji Ming in her arms, which made Ji Ming feel uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but feel disgusted. When he thought of the person under the skin was Rat Four, he felt absurd and disgusted. But could he refuse the embrace of the goddess now? !

He hoped that the goddess would not be unable to restrain herself and practice the idea of ​​"mutual furnace and cauldron" in the cemetery here, which would be very difficult for him.

Ji Ming hurriedly said: "Behind the enemy we are going to deal with stands Zhong Chengzi."

"Golden elixir?"

The goddess interrupted him and asked.

Ji Ming knew that this was a question about the man's cultivation level, so he shook his head and said, "No."

"That is an idle chess piece that can be discarded at any time."

After hearing this, Ji Ming was speechless for a moment, and he had a vague understanding in his heart.

“You are a different kind of practitioner and do not understand the underlying rules of Taoism.

Only those who have reached the fourth stage of the Golden Core Realm can be considered to have truly entered the vision of immortals, ghosts and gods. The rest of the cultivators are just this threshold, and no matter how talented they are, they are just ants. "

Ji Ming was silent for a while, thinking about the words he learned from his hard work in the underworld, "Practice according to your heart, and you will naturally be happy." Perhaps he should have thought of this point from the goddess earlier.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "So what I'm worried about is just me worrying about nothing."

"It's better to be cautious."

The goddess helped Ji Ming to tidy up his robes in an unskilled manner and quickly entered into an intimate role. She said, "How many people have died because of underestimating their enemies? If you want to seek the Dharma, you must play to your strengths."

"What advantage?"

"Live long."

“That seems difficult to do.”

Living a long life is a prerequisite for having profound Taoist skills. Otherwise, even if monsters can live for hundreds of years, they are just materials for Taoists to refine various elixirs.

“Just because it was difficult before doesn’t mean it’s difficult now.

At the place where I passed away, there is left behind a Dharma treasure, several Buddhist scriptures, four kinds of Taoist products, and twelve buckets of seven treasures.

After you kill your enemy, we can watch the clouds in the morning and listen to the flowing water in the evening, and practice peacefully. After three hundred years, I will help you cultivate into a human being and lead you to the Ming Society of Buddhism. "

Ji Ming was deeply moved when he heard this. Regardless of whether Yue Zhang Tiannv had other thoughts, her unconventional sweet words were indeed pleasant to the ear and worth learning from.

However, the increasingly intimate and private actions of the goddess were quickly making Ji Ming's feelings of being touched disappear.

"Goddess of Music, please follow me to the mountains."

(End of this chapter)