Wet viviparity

Chapter 304: Possession, Receiving Wisdom
The ghost wearing a bat mask resurrected, covered in a white paper cloak, and came out from the right tower. His first reaction was to look back at the Demon Palace in the inner city, where the silkworm smoke net that covered it looked like it was about to break.

"Second Master has stirred up a hornet's nest!"

There is a hint of gloating in the words of this ghost or god.

He floated to the edge of the Que Tower and looked down at the entire bamboo forest below. He saw a glow rising from one of the places. The glow was orpiment in color, like curling smoke. The vast Buddhist spirit there startled him.

"This is actually to summon the Buddha's true Dharma thoughts to touch the Buddha treasures in the forest. It is really ingenious, but it's a pity."

Just as the masked ghost was about to make a move, suddenly from right below, at the bottom of the Que Tower, rolling hot mist rushed up from below, forming a huge rolling cloud curtain in front of the two Que Towers.

"Have you prepared for this?!"

The ghost muttered.

"The Wrongful Death Palace has reached this point now. Will the Master really just sit there and watch?"

Ghosts and gods flew in the air. Inside the two towers, five-colored lights leaked out from the cracks in the doors and window screens. Then the light faded away, and masks with dragon-head patterns floated out, forming two teams and following the ghosts and gods into the cloud curtain.

In the forest, Ji Ming was chanting something on the altar. Although there were miraculous signs of Buddha's light ascending to heaven, the Burnt-faced Ghost King did not respond for a long time.

Ever since he became proficient in the rituals, relying on his celestial body, Ji Ming's rituals have always been effective. However, it seems that the Buddhist ghost king does not give him, a celestial being, any respect.

Ji Ming looked at a cloud curtain rising to the east of the bamboo garden. It was the image of hot mist caused by the Three Talents and Six Combinations Formation, which showed that the two kings had already taken action. It seemed that his opening of the altar had alarmed the ghosts and gods in the Que Tower.

There was a spot above the cloud curtain that was colorful, which gave Ji Ming a bad feeling, so he stopped insisting on opening the altar and jumped down from the altar, saying, "Echo Ghost, you open the altar."

When the ghost fell on the altar, there was an immediate response without any words of praise.

Ji Ming sighed in his heart, "This ghost really has a connection with Buddhism, which is good. Lu Daojun doesn't seem to like Buddhism and has been in opposition to the two monks for a long time. It's not easy for me to have direct contact with the outsiders of Buddhism.

In this way, I can send this ghost to secretly contact Buddhism, especially Nang Yi Ni, a ghost transformed from the skin of the goddess of music, who is the key to my rescue of my master from the Taishan Artemisia. "

The altar sang Buddhist chants, and thousands of auspicious colors descended, dispelling the evil cloud on the top rock. The entire bamboo forest swayed back and forth, raising a green wave. In the green wave, there was a light like a bright lamp, which appeared at an unknown time, or perhaps it had always appeared.

Ji Ming looked with joy, and in the dark swaying green, he saw a precious bamboo from the light, which was as smooth as topaz and had distinct joints.

With a leap of lightning, Ji Ming shuttled through the green waves and flashed in front of the bamboo. He smelled a fragrance under his nose, and immediately felt refreshed. He stretched out his hand to grab it, but grabbed nothing.

"It's not yours to take."

On the cloud curtain in the east, a number of masks with dragon heads appeared from the colorful clouds. They opened their mouths and shouted, and the next second, sword light and red fire knocked the masks back into the clouds.

"The Bamboo of Wisdom was gifted to the master of the Demon Palace by the Ming King. Now the treasure has two owners. If you take it by force, you will surely suffer a lot of consequences in the future." The ghost who was pulled back into the clouds was still talking.

Ji Ming seemed to be oblivious to the words of ghosts and gods. Most of the chance encounters in the world, except those left by casual cultivators, were reserved for those destined to be with them.

If Ji Ming had been persuaded to retreat and frightened away by just a few words, then he would definitely not have been able to reach his current level of cultivation. This ghost was really meaningless. His mind returned to the precious bamboo, thinking about how to get it.

There are no restrictions to protect this precious bamboo set up by the owner of the Demon Palace. It is estimated that this "Wisdom Bamboo" cannot be obtained without fate. Even if one can obtain it by fate, one must know the corresponding method to obtain it.

Ji Ming thought about how he used a wooden spoon to pick up the evil spirits in the evil pond of Yanxu Mountain, which was exactly in accordance with the principle of "wood overcomes earth" in the Five Elements.

Ji Ming didn't know how to transplant and collect the Huigen Bamboo in front of him, nor could he act recklessly based on the theory of the Five Elements. After all, that was not the criterion for obtaining treasures.

"Then do the opposite."

An idea came to Ji Ming's mind. After considering it for a while, he stepped back a hundred meters and slapped his head hard. Suddenly, a bright green light appeared behind his head and spread in the bamboo forest.

The Huigen Bamboo was illuminated by the green light, and its topaz-like body became even more translucent. It swayed slightly in the bamboo wind, casting shadows of each bamboo root, which followed the green light and hit Ji Ming directly on the back of his head.

"efficient!"

Ji Ming was secretly delighted, and he drew his hands forward, catching the shadows of the bamboos in his hands and crushing them. The green light behind his head became even darker, and there were sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling in the light. The wisdom bamboo was originally a Buddhist treasure, so how could it be provoked like this? A little bit of true spirit passively counterattacked, and the bright light outside the bamboo and the Zen chanting inside resisted the extremely dark green light.

The heart-shaped Yin Pearl had completely risen to the top of his head, emitting dazzling green light. The light illuminated Ji Ming's head and body with a faint green glow.

Ji Ming pushed aside the bamboo shadows and walked forward, at the same time pulling the Yin Pearl behind his head so that his head would not be illuminated by such green light.

The Zanxin Yinzhu is indeed a precious Yin device that has been made through many years of sacrifice and practice. It has a profound spirituality, almost like a human. Once stimulated by the light of the wisdom root bamboo, it rises to the top of Ji Ming's head and settles in the three flowers.

Ji Ming no longer cared about it and let it do what it wanted.

The shape of the Huigen Bamboo gradually became solid, no longer an illusion, and it swayed faster. The shadows of the bamboo flew and hit him in a mess. Ji Ming clapped his hands in front of him, and his body, which was endowed with the spirit of Erjun "Ling Bixi", was able to withstand the shadows of the bamboo.

Ji Ming's steps became faster and faster, and he flashed a flying shadow. Finally, he threw himself forward, facing the flying bamboo shadows, and slapped the bamboo at the moment when Huigen Bamboo solidified.

"You dare!"

Inside the cloud curtain, the ghost sensed the situation in the bamboo forest, roared, and tried to escape.

Behind him, dozens of masks with dragon heads spewed out fire lines at the same time. In an instant, there were waves of heat, and the fire lines gathered into a ball, round like a fire pill. The surrounding clouds and mist could no longer condense into an array.

Surrounded by many masks, Huo Dan spun in the air, breaking the Three Talents and Six Combinations formation, and the flames illuminated the bamboo forest.

"The scoundrels are not willing to be subdued."

The ghost and god offered the fire pill from a distance, casting its shadow in front of the Huigen Bamboo.

At this time, Ji Ming held the bamboo with one hand and held the relic bottle with the other hand, chanting the praises of the Three-Life Old Star God. He was borrowing the divine power to collect the Wisdom Bamboo and the surrounding half acre of land into the bottle.

Just a little bit, just a little bit, under his feet, the roots of the Huigen Bamboo, along with the soil, were disappearing, and the bamboo body in his hand was slipping out of his hand into the bottle like a slippery fish.

"The Three Lives are the truest, the court of life.

The spirit is descended by nature, and the soul is molded and the spirit is forged.

"

While reciting the hymn, Ji Ming suddenly tilted his head, heat waves rolled over his face, causing his tiny sweat hairs to curl up. An orange-red fire pill shot towards him like a bullet and hit his face with a bang.

Ji Ming was not in a hurry to react, nor did he want to react. The turtle armor outside his body could still buy him a moment or two.

"Who?"

A hand, a five-toed scaly palm illuminated by the bright light on the bamboo, was stretching out from a height of ten feet above Ji Ming's head, reaching out in the flames of the fire pill, the green light of the Yin pearl, and the bright light of the precious bamboo.

"how dare you!"

Ji Ming said in surprise and anger.

The person who came was none other than the demon Pan Ku who was good at hiding himself. It was obvious that he was no match for him, so why did he dare to come and steal the treasure? Was he blinded by greed?

The next second, a great force came from the bamboo that Ji Ming was holding. The scaly palm was pulling the Wisdom Bamboo out of his hand little by little. What surprised Ji Ming was that he could not stop this force.

"Boy, let go!
You have no destiny with it, so don't force it."

Ji Ming was startled and said, "The aura has changed. The aura of this Pan Ku monster who is good at hiding has changed. This is... possessed by an evil spirit."

With a crisp "click" sound, the thin layer of tortoise armor under the fire pill on Ji Ming's face shattered.

(End of this chapter)