Wet viviparity

Chapter 348: Discussion of Strategy, Return of the Thousand Hands
In front of a small temple in the east of Xiaoxi Mountain, the nun Nangyi said to the visiting Yaksha, "He is now in Yanxu Mountain, and has built a cave. You can just come with me."

"You want to go with me?"

Yaksha, also known as Qian Geng, was surprised for a moment.

"Didn't I tell you that your master wanted to help his teacher return to life, and asked me to mediate. I just got the good news recently, and I was about to go and report it to your master in person."

"If it's not a big deal, Master, why don't you let me do it for you?"

Nang Yini showed a charming smile and said, "I would love to, but your master insisted on tying me to his side and not allowing me to stay in Xiaoxi Mountain. It's really distressing!"

"That's it."

Qian Geng took a step back and kept his distance.

"Zi~"

While the two of them were talking, a dissatisfied and extremely sharp sound came from a thick cloud above the temple.

Nang Yini was subconsciously panicked for a moment, and when she glanced upwards, she saw the long shadow of a dragon twisting in the thick clouds. No, it wasn't a dragon's shadow, because dragons don't have so many claws.

"what is that?"

"Thousand Hands!"

Qian Geng said fearfully.

"I want to see my grandpa." A clear child's voice sounded from the sky.

"It's Master."

Qian Geng wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead and corrected loudly.

If the master knew that Qianshou'er, under his "teaching", called him "master" as "grandfather" and couldn't change it back, I wonder if he would be so angry that he would skin him alive.

"You are too slow. I will give you a ride."

In the thick clouds, a long shadow twisted left and right and rushed down, like a red flying line, hanging in the air, circling around Qian Geng and Nang Yini, and the next second the figure disappeared from the place.

Yanxu Mountain, Yuping Peak.

On the peak, Ji Ming and Wen Daoyu sat on the cliff together, watching the cloud scenery.

To be honest, excluding other factors, Ji Ming still admires this hibernating dragon Wen Daoyu very much.

The other party is not a descendant of a Taoist merchant, but a descendant of a cultivation family in Hemingfang. He has some talent, but does not possess the bones of a dharma.

Ji Ming guessed that the people who suffered the most on the mountain were probably people like Wen Daoyu.

Wen Daoyu was unaware of Ji Ming's emotion. He took a sip of bamboo leaf tea. After coming here and interacting with Jin Tong for a few days, he already had some admiration for him in his heart.

In the land of southern Tian, ​​those who dare to test the Taoist Lord are absolutely rare, and this golden boy is absolutely the only one who dares to test the Taoist Lord in the mere three realms.

Besides, the bamboo leaf tea in his hand was freshly picked and was rich in spiritual energy. After drinking it, he felt his body and mind were refreshed. The things represented by this tea alone were incomparable to him.

However, he is not completely without hope of catching up.

"Brother, everything is as you expected. After I reported the matter, Daojun did not respond. It seems that he tacitly agreed. Your tyranny has a feasible basis."

"Do you think my tyranny, which is based on painstaking efforts, can achieve anything?"

"of course."

Wen Daoyu changed his usual attitude and acted very affirmatively.

"Look at the three Taoists who are in a mess on the mountain, the disciples of various altars who are content with their own corners, the Zen practitioners headed by the two monks from Yifeng, and the old man who is watching from the sidelines.

Up to now, a second all-out fight has become inevitable, and there are still arguments on the mountain that this fight could have been avoided.

The Lu Daojun of Zhenjun Shangfu is indeed all-powerful, but that doesn’t mean he has no opponents or neutral people.

It's just that these people are all dormant, or more accurately, avoiding, just like the shadows that carefully hide under the sun. Daojun needs more people like Zhang Xiaoyuan, Huyan, and Luo Ji who can stir up the stagnant water, so that the scum under the stagnant water can come up and disintegrate them one by one.

I personally think that as long as it does not involve the Golden Core, there is nothing wrong with you being overbearing among the younger generation."

"Junior Brother Wen, then tell me, where should I start?"

Jiming asked again.

Wen Daoyu's face froze. The reason for his stiff expression was not because of the difficulty of the question, but because of the question itself.

He hurried back to the mountain a few days ago to meet Yu Jintong. In addition to completing the task assigned by Jintong, he also planned to use Jintong's power to secretly promote his own plan.

The way to take advantage of the situation is to offer advice to Jintong.

This strategy is exactly about where Jintong starts from the mountain, so that he can gather momentum by being domineering and truly squeeze into the upper reaches.

After becoming a Dragon and Tiger High Priest, fame, power, etc. will not come to you one by one. Instead, you have the qualifications to touch the real power, but you still have to work hard - fight for it! Fight for it!

Under Ji Ming's gaze, Wen Daoyu had no time to think more and could only speak his mind.

"In Qingping's native place, six hundred miles west of Taiping Mountain, there is a "Fire and Iron Temple".

This temple has been sitting on a sacred mountain for a long time. The disciples in the temple have been behaving rather unruly, and the temple master has been meditating on the mysteries and practicing magic, and has not been in charge of things for a long time, causing the disciples to become increasingly unscrupulous.

I suggest that you take action against the temple master. First, it will build up your reputation. Second, there are a group of iron cranes in the temple, which can be added to the small blessed land. Third, I, your junior brother, can also gain some benefits. "

"What's in it for you?"

"The temple master has been refining dragons and tigers for many years. Ten years ago, he was collecting herbs in the southern wilderness, hoping to refine a "corpse-transmutation elixir" to purify the yin quality and make the elixir of top quality.

Unexpectedly, because of an insignificant elixir, he had many conflicts with the disciples of Jiang Changpo's senior sister Qiu Laogu. In a fit of rage, the temple master killed them all and burned their bodies in the wild.

When Aunt Qiu heard that her disciples were killed and their bodies were burned, she wanted to seek revenge, but she was afraid of the influence of Taiping Mountain. She was afraid that her revenge would implicate her fellow disciples and friends. She was unable to get rid of this resentment until she passed away.

Later, Grandma Jiang Chang went to Taiping Mountain several times to seek an explanation, but was always appeased by the temple owner's master, and the matter was eventually left unresolved.

If I can help my mother-in-law calm down, I will be able to thrive in Tianteng Mountain in the Southern Wasteland. If I can take advantage of Tianteng Mountain in the future, I may be able to make further progress.”

“This really kills three birds with one stone!”

Ji Ming did not reject Wen Daoyu's idea. On the contrary, he liked it very much.

Since he reached this position, there are fewer and fewer people around him who are qualified and have the vision to discuss current affairs and major events with him.

Ji Ming said: "The only problem now is how to justify the request?"

Wen Daoyu nodded. This was indeed a problem. He couldn't just go to their door and say that your disciple doesn't abide by the rules. That would only make Jintong seem like he was overreaching.

"Grandpa!"

At this time, a long, bright red shadow rushed over from the clouds outside the peak, like a soaring dragon escaping into the sky.

Wen Daoyu's hair stood on end. If he hadn't seen the joy on Jintong's face, he would have used his jade seal to fight with the mysterious demon that came from the clouds.

"Good, good, good."

Ji Ming's face was filled with joy, and he waved his hand towards the shadow that was five or six feet long.

The long shadow suddenly shrank and fell into Ji Ming's hand, coiling around his inner palm and rubbing it vigorously.

"You've come at the perfect time. You still need to make some noise."

As he spoke, Ji Ming looked at Wen Daoyu standing beside him and said with a smile, "Junior Brother Wen, do you know what this play of mine is about?"

"This is called 'The Centipede Lost Its Law in the Temple of the Stone Cave, Lingxuzi's Phenomenon Subdued the Demons.'"

(End of this chapter)