Wet viviparity

Chapter 360: Bitter Sea, Lone Boat Arrives
The water of the vast sea of ​​suffering and the road of ruggedness and hardship.

It is like silk binding the sky, but it is like the abyss reflecting hell.

The bitter fog chills the soul, and the foul wind blows on the face and stings the heart.

The waves are rough, and there are no ferry boats to be seen; the people are in rags, and they encounter ghosts who leave the shore whenever they go in or out.

The sea is vast and boundless, the shore is far away and hard to find, the depth is bottomless, and the suffering is endless. There is no guiding light above, and there are six impure senses below. Shackled and bound, I fell into the boundless sea of ​​suffering.

On this sea of ​​suffering with no clouds or light but the sound of wind, a solitary boat floats on it, drifting far away in a certain area of ​​this sea of ​​suffering.

Rather than calling it a boat, it was more like a piece of rotten dead wood with a little hollowed out in the middle. A Taoist with a body like a floating cloud was sitting cross-legged in it. His temples were gray and a few strands of hair on his forehead were wet with bitter water.

He muttered:
"The Three Origins Heavenly Venerable is incalculable, and he is clothed in starry colors for three days of cultivation.

Five-colored auspicious clouds appear under your feet, and nine-colored magical salamanders swim in front of you.

Nectar is often sprinkled in the palace, and the ruyi is held in hand regardless of autumn.

"Everywhere you look, the Dharma will be answered. The sea of ​​suffering is always there to save sentient beings."

The old Taoist chanted the mantra of the Three Yuan Heavenly Venerables to resist the pain from the sea of ​​suffering, especially the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance, which made him fall into a state of endless suffering, like drowning in the sea.

The old Taoist couldn’t remember how many days he had been taken to the sea of ​​suffering.

He seemed to have forgotten why he came.

The soul after death seems to be separated from the living by a layer, and feels alienated from everything in life, especially for someone like him who is waiting for his life span to end and has completely let go of his obsessions in life.

However, after being found by a venerable in the pond and taking on a dark post in the Fox Court called "Soul-Calling Banner Envoy" in the Fox Fire Mound, the sense of estrangement from his life before was gradually fading away.

A kind of warmth, the warmth of being cared for, always surrounds him.

This warmth made him no longer numb, inspired him to have hope of returning to life, and also drove him to recite hymns so that he could persevere in the sea of ​​suffering.

In the sea of ​​suffering, beneath the dark and pure bitter water, four flesh tentacles swayed gently in the water, driving a tender white female body to swim under the sea.

This woman has a slender waist and a soft belly, and she wears a Luoying skirt around her waist. There is a Dharma wheel pattern on her chest. If you ignore the four whiskers on her body, she will move like a fairy flying in the sky. She is none other than the Music Fairy from the altar of the cemetery.

At Ji Ming's request, I came here to lead Fei Huzi's soul to the sea of ​​suffering.

She swam under the boat, her four fleshy tentacles stuck to the bottom of the boat, and her fleshy lips opened, clinging to the boat.

The goddess of music twisted her whiskers and climbed up onto the lonely boat little by little. She did not pay attention to the old Taoist on the boat, but looked up, where there was a swirling vortex leading to another place.

"Your chance is here."

She said to the old Taoist.

Seeing that the old Taoist was still chanting, the Goddess of Music blew a breath of true energy towards him, awakening him from his confusion.

After being forcibly awakened, the old Taoist staggered to his feet, then suddenly leaned over the side of the boat and vomited. As a soul, the old Taoist naturally couldn't vomit anything. This was just his reaction after being awakened.

"Why should my disciple do this?"

After waking up, the old Taoist was overwhelmed with emotions and for a while he just lay beside the boat in silence.

"How lucky you are, my friend. After this great dream, you can return to the world of the living."

"Although the Yang world is good, if it becomes a burden to my disciples, it would be better for me to stay in this Taishan Artemisia."

The goddess of music coiled up her two whiskers and formed a circle, with a solemn look, and said: "It is difficult for people to break away from worldly desires, good and evil are intertwined, cause and effect are endless, passers-by draw their swords and denounce injustice, Taoists open an altar to refine Yin and return relatives.

This world is just a broken song, and we are just surviving it repeatedly."

“Thank you for your guidance, Master!”

The old Taoist's spirit recovered a little, and he put his hands together and bowed.

"Go!
It is not easy to open this well, and you are the first person to return to the world of the living from here in more than a hundred years." The old Taoist said with a half-happy and half-sad look on his face: "This boy must have owed the master a favor. How will he repay it in the future? I am just a lonely ghost, why should I worry so much about it?"

Seeing the old Taoist nagging like this, the Music Goddess waved her two whiskers, and the lips on the whiskers opened, making a whistle-like tune.

To the tune, the lone boat rose up with the wind, escaped from the boundless sea of ​​suffering, and sank into the whirlpool along with the cold and bitter rain. They came to a long and narrow area, like a corridor in a tomb.

After a short while, he had crossed the line between yin and yang, and reached the bottom of the well along with the wind and rain of the sea of ​​suffering. Thanks to the protection of the goddess of heaven, the old Taoist had no danger at all on his way back to the world of the living.

"Go ahead quickly."

There was a sharp and ecstatic sound in the well.

"Woo woo~
In my lifetime, I have seen the monument moved and sealed again. The day of leaving the well is just around the corner."

"Get out of the way and watch my magic."

"Everyone, hurry up and unleash your potential. Otherwise, we will be knocked down by him because of our weak bodies."

In the well, the imprisoned remnants of demons chose to burn their lives in a bid for a chance to unseal the well, and they rushed to the wellhead one after another.

On the well, Qianshou'er twisted his body and waved his hundred arms on both sides. They grew in size against the wind and became as big as five or six feet. His long white arms, like lotus roots, opened like fans and formed seals to subdue demons.

Behind it, hundreds of golden lights lit up, like a hundred golden eyes, revealing the spirit of Vajra to destroy evil, making the evildoers in the well tremble with fear.

Before the evildoers could react, golden light fell from Qianshou'er's back, leaving behind trails of light that slammed into the well. All of a sudden, the evildoers were either dead or injured, and were caught in Qianshou'er's hands and swallowed whole.

Feeling Ji Ming's gaze, Qianshou'er awkwardly threw down the corpses that looked like dry firewood, shrank his demon body, and coiled around Ji Ming's shoulders again.

Ji Ming's gaze returned to the well and he vaguely saw something floating up.

He became slightly excited, took out the "Glass Heart Oil Refining Treasure Lamp", and murmured: "Master, I have to rely on you again."

The lone boat flew close to the wellhead. The old Taoist Feihu on the boat had a complicated look in his eyes and was in a state of unrest. He straightened his white robe and was about to speak when he saw a lamp flying over and taking him away from the boat.

"Master, first go through the "Water Pool" and "Fire Swamp" in this treasure lamp, and we will talk about it later."

"Disciple, your master has been dead for a long time, and you didn't even let me have a hot meal or drink a jar of good wine."

"Haha~"

In the sky, a flash of lightning appeared from the pink clouds, revealing the face of the Thunder God. He laughed and said, "Bird Taoist, Bird Taoist, who said there is no good food and good wine? I have prepared it for you a long time ago."

"Third Master!"

In the cup, the Taoist priest Fei Hu said happily.

Ji Ming handed the treasure cup to the Third Master who was invited. The following conversation with Le Zhang Tiannv might not be suitable for the master to listen to.

The Third Master took the treasure lamp, looked at Ji Ming with admiration, and said, "Good Jintong, there are not many people like you nowadays. Your master worked hard for half his life, but he didn't expect to enjoy happiness after his death."

After saying this, he looked towards the goddess sitting on the boat with a serious face.

"Third Master, although I am not a big shot in the Thunder Department's "Driving Lightning Institute", I still have some connections with him. Jin Tong is like my nephew. If anything happens to him, I will not ignore him."

"Third Master!"

Ji Ming understood the care of the Third Master and said, "The goddess escorted Master here and took good care of Master in Haoli."

"Then it was I, the Third Master, who was rude. Please forgive me, Goddess."

On the boat, the goddess of music looked back and forth between Ji Ming and the Third Master, and transformed her whiskers into hands and feet, sitting cross-legged, and said, "Fate arises, fate ends, I am here only to seek fate."

She raised one hand, pointed at Qianshou'er, and said, "This insect has a deep affinity with Buddha."

(End of this chapter)