Wet viviparity

Chapter 283 Sheepskin, All Evils Die
Monk Lou Fan quickly turned the rosary in his hand. Two whiskers appeared on his forehead, shaking back and forth. He felt the vibration in the air and the residual smell. He was slightly surprised and asked, "They... separated?"

In his perception, two of them were going south, and the other one was going west, and seemed to be circling back to the store.

Around Monk Lou Fan, there were a group of minions, all of them with hideous looks, some with horns, some covered with scales, some with indigo skin, and some with even-toed hooves. They did not look like the monsters they had hidden in the store.

Two of the disciples dressed in plain clothes came carefully to the side of Monk Lou Fan and suggested, "Master, why don't we split our forces into two groups and chase and intercept them?"

Monk Lou Fan thought for a moment and agreed, saying, "I will take two to chase the two who fled to the south, as for the one who returned to the inn."

"I come!"

While Monk Lou Fan was hesitating, an old man with green hair and bare body in the team volunteered.

The old man said proudly, "We have always been bullied by that young lady Ding in the inn. This time, we will skin these people and hang them on the door as a banner for young lady Ding to see."

After that, the whole team became happy, and even Monk Lou Fan was tempted, but in the end he suppressed the proposal and said, "Be patient for a while. Once this big event is over, I will hold a banquet in the temple and invite everyone to enjoy the Heavenly Demon Dance."

"This is good."

Everyone was very excited when they heard the demon dance in the temple.

In the underground palace of Tugu Temple, monk Loufan kept many young girls, as well as women he abducted from the land of Guhezhou. He taught and trained them carefully, and selected sixteen of them to perform dances.

These sixteen women wore hats with golden and jade Buddhas, held rosaries in their hands, had their hair in several braids, and were covered with tassels. They wore long and short skirts and jackets with bright red and gold embroidery, celestial robes with cloud-like hems and sleeves, and wore ribbons, shoes and socks. All of them had dignified appearances.

The dance is slow at first and becomes faster later. Sweat gradually comes out and the clothes become less and less. This is a sign that the precious appearance is being stained.

Finally, they even get naked in a room, kowtow and praise, begging for joint practice, and enjoy great joy together. This is called the Dance of Sixteen Heavenly Demons.

"Ah~"

The old man with green hair suddenly sighed and said to Monk Lou Fan seriously: "If Miss Ding can dance with me, even if it shortens my life by twenty years, I will be willing to do it."

"Old fisherman, you still dare to think." Monk Lou Fan put his hands together, admiring the lustful heart of Yu Bifa Weng, and then said: "There is no time to lose, let's set off quickly."

The team soon dispersed, and Monk Lou Fan took his two beloved disciples south.

The old man with green hair led the team back and tried to stop the people outside the store.

At the original place, in an inconspicuous crevice, a whirlpool stopped there, suspended in the void, motionless, like a dark snail shell, with slight vibrations on the surface.

This echo ghost has been here for a long time. He said, "Mayflies are born in the morning and die in the evening."

Outside the inn, under a mountain waterfall in the southwest.

The water poured down from a great height, like a small silver dragon hanging down, shuttling between the green on both sides, rolling continuously on the rocks, stirring up layers of water mist and making a melodious echo.

A group of people holding knives and spears, swords and boxes on their backs, moved swiftly and abruptly in the dense forest, roaring and rushing to the front of the mountain waterfall.

They stood steadily on the round rocks under the waterfall, holding their breath and looking up the waterfall. There stood a figure, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

In the afternoon sun, the diffuse water mist flickered with colorful lights, hiding everyone above and below the waterfall.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Someone said to Bifa Weng eagerly.

The old man with green hair stood in the mist for a long time, and he didn't move at all until the water vapor soaked his whole green hair.

People with sharp eyes have noticed that the old man's face is becoming increasingly gloomy, no longer as relaxed and arrogant as before.

"Everyone, be careful. My soul is warning you."

The old man said solemnly.

"Old Yu, what are you afraid of? As long as they are not Jindan Zhenren, who can resist us if we fight together?"

After one person finished speaking, he gathered his energy on the spot and leaped to a height of about ten feet. He used the protruding rocks in front of the waterfall and the slanting branches on both sides for leverage, and continued to leap higher in the water mist. Suddenly, he saw a ray of light pressing down on his head.

The light was emerald green and gloomy, not like the sunlight shining through the fog, but more like the light of a ghost.

The person who jumped high had no time to react and was wrapped in the green light. He immediately became stiff and cold, and lost all consciousness.

At the foot of the waterfall, a group of people were looking up. Seeing someone leaping up the waterfall, they cheered. Two or three of them shouted and immediately followed. "Plop!"

In the water mist, a figure that looked like a dried corpse or even more like rotten bones fell down, crashed onto the rocks below the waterfall, and broke into pieces.

Before everyone could get shocked, two or three more rotten corpses fell down, and this time there was green light falling with them, illuminating everything.

"careful!"

With a loud shout, Bifaong slapped his bag, took out a demon skin and covered his head with it, then dived underwater.

The people around who had no time to react were thrown into the water like dumplings, while those who were more careful had already dived into the woods on both sides, into the cracks between the rocks, and behind the waterfalls.

"With this little ability, you dare to track down the enemy."

At the top of the mountain waterfall, Ji Ming had been waiting there early. After suspending his Yin-Heart Pearl in the air, he waited for these people to chase to the bottom of the waterfall. Then he released a green light, illuminating the area under the waterfall.

The Yin Pearl suspended in the void above the waterfall was already as red as blood. Under the water, in the forest, in the cracks of the rocks, and behind the waterfall, those who tried to hide from the green light had their bodies lose vitality bit by bit, and their blood was sucked dry from their flesh and bones.

"It is a treasure, a treasure, a most yin treasure."

There were those with profound Taoism skills and strong eyesight who saw the Yin-Heart Pearl in the air above their heads through the green light and mist. They shouted loudly in fear, but no one around responded to them. They became even more afraid and fled under the green light.

After a while, the green light gradually faded, and the Yin Pearl that was filled with essence and blood was taken back by Ji Ming.

The old man with green hair wrapped himself in the monster skin and squeezed nervously under the rock, feeling as if he had eaten bitter blood.

He was already filled with remorse, for he knew clearly that a great battle of magic would take place in Mingyu Mountain in the near future, and that there would surely be many strange and sage men lurking nearby.

Now that he was no longer in the sight of Monk Lou Fan, why did he still try so hard instead of just doing things perfunctorily like in the past?

Look, as soon as I got serious, something went wrong.

"The people on the waterfall should be led away."

Just now when his companions were shouting in fear, Bifa Weng hid under a rock and deliberately did not make a sound.

Since the enemy has a precious treasure, he must be a first-rate figure in the unconventional ways, or even comparable to the Chiyi Man of Panku Mountain.

In this situation, even if he showed up and joined forces with his surviving companions, it would be of no use. It would be better to let his companions flee in fear and lure the enemy away, perhaps saving himself.

The old man with green hair put out his black ice fork, took out a hidden talisman and stuck it on his body, then quietly came out of the water and looked around in the misty water vapor. Suddenly his eyes fixed on one place.

There, a long, twisted ribbon hung down from the mist. It was like the umbilical cord of a fetus, but it was unusually thick, more like the umbilical cord of an ancient god.

The umbilical cords hung underwater, embedded in the rotting corpses.

No, it was piercing the dying bodies that were not yet dead. It seemed as if it was sucking desperately, trying to absorb some kind of nutrients from those bodies.

"Woo~"

"Namo. Namo"

The sounds of ghosts crying and Buddhist chanting were heard nearby. The man who escaped first returned with a grim face.

When Bifa Weng saw that man, he first looked at him, then spontaneously walked to the hanging umbilical cord and let it tie around his body.

"Demon possession!"

"Good insight."

Ji Ming flew down the waterfall and landed on the rock. He looked down at the invisible figure in the water and praised with a sneer.

The next second, a powerful catching hand lifted the person out of the water and pressed him tightly against the rock, allowing the "God's Spirit Cell" to extract the nutrients from his soul.

Now that the evil has been eliminated, Ji Ming will consider hiding in the store.

Ding Minjun and Yang Xiucai are not easy to deal with casually, he needs to think of a safe way.

Ji Ming slapped the bag on his waist, and a whole sheepskin fell into his hand. He stroked the wool on the skin and thought to himself: "In extraordinary times, extraordinary things should be done."

(End of this chapter)