Wet viviparity

Chapter 324: Fate, the Immortal in the Nunnery
"Mi Longque, you still have a chance."

Under the Yin-Yang main line, the Feique God General rushed into the void, advancing little by little under the huge force of the impact.

When he arrived here, he saw people entering the door one after another. This greatly stimulated him and he worked harder to swim upstream.

"Dongtian, fairyland!"

He was excitedly thinking about the beauty inside the door.

There is also a cave in Taiping Mountain, which is the Taoist temple of the founder Gan Xiong, and immortals from past generations practice in it. Generally speaking, only the current Taiping Zhenjun can enter, pay homage to the founder and the crowd, and be taught the mysteries in person.

But now, only because of an imperial decree from Lu Daojun, Zhang Xiaoyuan and Jueguang were allowed to enter and obtain the Yang Gang to subdue the Yin Tiger.

Moyazi did not feel that the treatment of Zhang Xiaoyuan and Jueguang was unfair.

The master once told him that in every era there are "giants" who break the rules. The future of such people is foreseeable, and they will definitely become immortals. Therefore, the sect is willing to break the rules for such people.

Lu Daojun is such a person, and so is Zhang Xiaoyuan. As for Jueguang, he has a deep affinity with Buddhism and can be of great use in another way.

Moyazi could be said to have a deep understanding of enjoying special treatment. As a direct descendant of the Taoist merchant Mi family, he could obtain resources, a Taoist companion, secret skills, and even a name entered into the Heavenly Court if he worked a little harder.

However, when he reached the fourth level of the Golden Core, he could no longer overcome the difficulties with a little effort as usual, and a Yang Gang from the Cave Heaven blocked him.

He now understood what real effort felt like. He regretted his previous laziness. His mentality that a little effort would be enough had caused him to distance himself from the top Dao seeds.

"arrive!"

He came upstream and saw the Ghost Gate.

Jin Tong's soul was standing in front of the Ghost Gate. He said something, then glanced at him and stepped in.

"There are still mortals."

The divine man is the master of the tea path.

The divine man stood on the door and asked, "Who are you?"

Moyazi said with a lack of confidence: "The Hechen Lishi in the Shenshu Palace of the Southern Dipper Star Lord."

"What?"

"Hechen Lishi!"

"Isn't it just sweeping and dusting? Why does Tiancao have so many names for it now?"

The gods and men are very strange.

"It's because there are too many people practicing." Shenren Lei said, "Since the Yuanyang Patriarch of the Great Chunyang Palace established the Dao of Alchemy, the number of practitioners in the world has increased like carp crossing the river. If the two Caos of heaven and earth don't expand their grassroots, who knows what chaos the world will be in."

Shenren Tu said: "It's good to have chaos, because only with chaos can we have some relaxing days."

Moyazi, one of his disciples, was ignored by the divine being and was very angry. He even asked, "Why did Chiyi Langjun from Panku Mountain get in?"

"That's a good question. We want to know that, too."

"What about Lingxuzi? The one who just went in."

"you guess?"

Two gods and human ways.

"I guess?"

"Yes!"

The two gods sighed at the door and said, "That little Taoist is really cunning. He has cultivated the form of Xuanming. When we asked him about his relationship with Xuanming, he actually asked us to guess. Naturally, we couldn't guess, and we didn't want to guess.

Although there are five directional constellations in the Dou department, the Northern Dipper is the primary one, followed by the Southern Dipper.

The seven stars of the Big Dipper are all killing gods, scheming for eternity. Although we have been guarding the ghost gate for a long time, we are not stupid at all. We will never get involved in things that we should not get involved in. "

"So he just went in so easily."

Moyazi murmured.

The vast river flows eastward, with waves reaching the clouds.

Hundred-foot-high silver waves hit the sky, and thousands of layers of blue waves surge in the daytime.

The water splashed in all directions and the waves were surging.

The light shines all over the fields, stirring up the flying snow; the waves surge like thunder.

Don't talk about the river, just look at the cave. The colorful Fallen Flower Island, the thousand auspicious clouds are winding around the Zutao Mountain.

Then you will see the green trees in the world and the sacred mountains on the sea.

What a wonderful place! The mountains are stacked up and reach the sky.

There are thousands of exotic flowers and plants all around. The wind blows through the jade trees, and the sun shines on the golden lotus. The roof of the Miaozhen Hall is covered with colored glaze, and the door of the Fanyin Cave is inlaid with amber. Cranes dance under the shade of green bamboos, and bluebirds sing in the flower mud.

Beside the Emerald Rock, the King Kong is mighty; in front of the coral beach, the strong man is majestic.

In the fairyland of the cave, Ji Ming walked out of the door.

Looking up, the tree canopy is as tall as the sky, huge and dense, with layer upon layer, winding and twisting for thousands of miles. No wonder it is named Panqu.

The place where he was was the northeast end of the Xiantian Renshui Panqu Tree. There was an arched branch with vines entangled and bent down to the ground, forming a natural door. This door was the ghost gate under the sacred tree.

The fairy soil under the tree was a pinky color. Ji Ming took a closer look and found that it was flower mud that looked like pink clouds.

These flower muds are sparsely distributed under the sky-covering crown of the sacred tree. The small ones are like pools, and the big ones are like a lake. Under the scorching sun, they evaporate into wisps of camouflage flower miasma.

After looking at the flower miasma for a long time, Ji Ming's soul jumped. These flower miasma actually gave him a feeling of extreme danger.

He thought to himself, "This sacred tree is an innate sacred species, as if it grew in the cracks of time, witnessing the changes of countless springs and autumns. These flower muds must be tens of thousands of years old, so the flower miasma accumulated on it must be a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual miasma."

Suddenly, an object next to the soul emitted light. It was Wu Lu Hu Yun Dou. The spirit within it felt something and wanted to fly away.

"It is a magic weapon after all. Even if it is incomplete, its spiritual nature alone is much better than that of a treasure."

Ji Ming did not restrain the Five Evil Huyun Dou, and let it fly away. He followed it and gradually arrived at an old swamp of Bailihua Ni.

He held down the two red snakes under the feet of the Star General in mid-air and did not rashly follow Canbao down to the old lake. From a distance, this place looked like a brilliant patch of pink clouds, while from a close distance, it looked like colorful miasma curling up, as if thousands of dragons and snakes were mating in the air, a scene of erotic desire.

He deliberately let go of the remaining treasures in the hope of seeing if he could encounter an immortal fate.

In this fairyland, if there is no opportunity and fate, just wandering around aimlessly will definitely yield nothing. The time given to him by the two gods was the same as that given to Chiyi Langjun, which was only an hour.

In this hour, half an hour is used to encounter the immortal fate, and the other half an hour is used to obtain the Yang Gang.

I saw the Five Lustful Clouds Bag falling into the misty pink haze, floating up and down. A greasy light emerged from the bag cloth, swallowing up the spiritual miasma here. For a moment, the broken bag actually regained some of its brilliance.

"The immortal land of the cave is vast, and there are hundreds of thousands of flower miasma areas under the sacred trees. Which Taoist friend can come to my small nunnery and take away the peach heart treasure miasma that I have been cultivating for thousands of years?"

A corner of a thatched hut appeared in the mist, and in the hut, a fairy with a fair face, a slim waist, red lips and white teeth could be vaguely seen. She was holding a green sand pot in her right hand, and there was a hint of murderous intent in her bright peach eyes.

Wu Lu Hu Yun Dou was moved and floated towards the stars, turning into a gauze curtain to cover Ji Ming's soul.

“Please don’t blame me, fairy.” Ji Ming quickly put away the magic hood and held it in his hand, saying, “This remnant treasure was taken from a demon and has not yet been destroyed. I don’t want to offend the fairy here.”

This fairy has a pure and clean spirit, and does not seem to be following any unorthodox practices. She also seems to have lived in Taiyi Qingmu Mountain for a long time, so she must be a true fairy.

In front of this woman, Ji Ming would of course clarify who the broken bag belonged to. Even if he would not actually destroy the broken treasure, he would certainly speak in a righteous manner.

"Mortals from where?"

Ji Ming was waiting for this question, he made a hand gesture and said, "I am Lingxuzi from Taiping Mountain in the lower world, and I am here to pay my respects to the fairy lady."

Ji Ming could sense that the fairy's eyes were on the Star General for a long time. It seemed that the Xuanming spirit had helped him again unintentionally. Ji Ming decided to go back and hang a picture of the Xuanming Wenqu Star God in addition to the pictures of the Three Heavens and the Crane and Deer Playing with the Ganoderma in the cave, and pray to him morning and night.

"Who is that demon?"

the fairy asked.

"I asked anyway."

What Ji Ming feared the most was that Gu Huagong had built up a lot of relationships in this fairyland, which was why he only called him the devil and deliberately did not say his name.

If the female fairy was like those two gods and intentionally favored Gu Hua Gong, then his situation would be bad.

"Mr. Pilong."

Ji Ming said.

Lord Pilong and Guhua Gongben share the same Dharma body, so it is not wrong for him to say so.

"Lingxuzi, since you are from the lower world, it is a fate that you come to my place. I would rather not let you return empty-handed. Please come to my nunnery."

"Yes."

Ji Ming said with half trepidation and half joy.

(End of this chapter)