Wet viviparity

Chapter 375: Conference, Eight Generals Appear
Outside the hut, the two gentlemen were waiting until Ji Ming and Jiang Hongqiong left the hut.

After Ji Ming sent Jiang Hongqiong away, Jie Huojun looked frightened and said, "Brother, is this clear now?"

"Just point it out instead of telling it out loud!"

Ji Mingdao.

"This is best. It will make everyone look decent. Besides, World War II is imminent, so we shouldn't get bogged down in such sentimental relationships." Linshui Jun said this and looked at Jiehuo Jun with a meaningful look on his face.

Jie Huojun's expression changed slightly. He knew what his elder brother meant. He was advising him to cut off his emotional attachment and focus on fighting.

For a moment he felt a little flustered and subconsciously looked at Jintong, thinking of Jiang Hongqiong. He could see that Senior Sister Jiang had a good impression of Senior Brother Jintong, but it seemed that she was suppressed by reason.

Maybe big brother was right. With World War II approaching, he couldn't even seem to protect himself, yet he was still relying on big brother and Golden Boy for protection.

"Changhe." Ji Ming looked at Jiehuo Jun and said, "You practice with me first. I'll see if the upper government can help you enter the Taiping Blessed Land to visualize the true form of the Red Crane, so that you can become a Red Crane Divine General as soon as possible."

"Haha~ Thank you, brother."

Jiehuojun suppressed his sorrow and let out his unique straightforward laugh.

He didn't want to trouble his eldest brother and senior brother Jintong with his personal affairs. They were already troubled enough. His progress had been slow for too long. He had to become stronger as soon as possible and take up the burden again.

"Wenlin!"

Ji Ming looked at Lin Shuijun, the newly promoted master of dragon and tiger skills and a great talent in formation.

"Brother, just give me your orders."

Lin Shuijun responded to Ji Ming with a look that showed he was determined to follow him, and said.

"Haha, it's not a big deal. I just went to get some information. I have nothing to do these days anyway."

Jiming smiled.

After giving instructions to the two gentlemen, Ji Ming wrote a letter to Xinghua Zhenren.

Soon after, he received a reply in a letter, saying that his master Dan Ling had already arranged for Huo Jun to enter the blessed land for visualization, but later he had to refine the sword for his disciple, so he kept delaying it. Now that Ji Ming had written to him, he would do him a favor and allow Huo Jun to enter in advance.

After receiving the reply letter from Ji Ming, Jie Huojun was happily led to the blessed land. He didn't even care about the conference that was about to be held. Anyway, he was not the protagonist and could only be a background at best.

A week before the conference, Qianshou'er rushed back and told Ji Ming that everything had been done, Susu and Linggu had been notified, and the master had officially gone into seclusion in the cave two weeks ago.

Three days before the conference, Xuan Jing from Heguan arrived at the mountain. He had planned to arrive at the mountain a week ago to participate in such a grand event, but his master Fei Huzi appeared in his dream and told him many important things, so he arrived late.

The day before, Wen Daoyu visited the thatched cottage and brought some news, some of which Ji Ming knew and some of which he didn't know.

There are more and more disciples on the mountain, and the constraints of the upper mansion are getting stronger and stronger. It is like controlling an ant colony, controlling this behemoth, and it can only move in that one direction.

On the day of the meeting, the government sent a red-flame golden crown, a set of bright armor, a black and white embroidered robe, and a pair of cloud-head Taoist shoes, which were the Taoist general's helmets.

On this day, all the Taoists came and gathered together. They saw on this mountain:

The peaks stand beyond the clouds, and their roots are connected to the earth.

There are strange peaks scattered around, jagged rocks, green grass and white flowers under the cliffs, and fragrant red herbs beside the secluded paths.

The clever monkeys go into the bamboo forest to pick fruits, just like fire refining silver; the white deer rest beside the pines and rocks, just like smoke supporting green.

Pairs of magical cranes and pairs of riding beasts.

Pairs of magical cranes, their cry in the morning sun brings good luck to the world; pairs of stork beasts, riding the wind and carrying their masters, bring wonder to the world.

I saw the emerald jade tiles with dragons and phoenixes, and the sparkling silver bricks inlaid with corals.

To the south and to the north, there are jade buildings everywhere; to the east and to the west, there are endless palaces.

Auspicious light surges from the Zhenjun Pavilion, and red flames burst out from the front of the Patriarch Hall. The pagoda stands tall, and the incense burners waft in the air. It is the land blessed with natural beauty, and the clouds are light and the day seems long. There is no disturbance, and all causes are quiet. The Great Dao Sect has not been harmed by thousands of disasters.

In the pavilions and towers of Shangfu, fragrance rose and gathered into hundreds of auspicious clouds, with all the true beings listed above. There was also a golden flower with the True Lord in the middle, a jade aura, and a Taoist Lord sitting cross-legged. In addition, eight embroidered cushions were arranged in front.

"Dang~"

A chime sounded.

Above the jade aura, Daojun Lu made a Taoist gesture with his hands, gently shook the jade whisk, and looked around at the Taoists.

“I have long said that Liling is a place without morality and a place of barbarians. The monks in the mountain do not know how to cultivate themselves and uphold virtue to protect the people. They do not fear God and even insult the righteous way and harm the people. They will be punished!
The side gate of this mountain has run out of luck and its incense should be stopped. Today, we, the righteous people of Tiannan, vow to eradicate this evil atmosphere.

I want to select those with magical powers and perseverance to be the pioneers of the righteous path, cross the evil ridge, and eliminate Panku's minions. Are there any disciples who would like to recommend themselves?"

As soon as the Taoist master finished speaking, the disciples gathered in front of the pavilion's hall became excited, their faces flushed and their eyes lit up. Some of those who thought they had some Taoist skills were eager to try, but this Taiping Conference had its own rules.

Above the auspicious clouds, among all the immortals, Xinghua Zhenren took the lead and approached the golden flower and jade aura, saying, "I am not talented, but I would like to recommend eight people from my sect." Above the golden flower, the old Zhenjun's white beard drooping down his belly moved slightly and said, "Yes!"

Taoist Xinghua's face glowed red as he looked down at all the Taoists, and he raised his energy and transmitted his voice to the mountain.

"There are eight Taoists in my sect who can serve as the sect's pioneers and demon-slayers. These eight people are Zhang Xiaoyuan from Shangfu, Luo Ji, Liu An, and Xu Yanzi from Jiafeng, Jueguang and Moyazi from Yifeng, Yourongzi from Tianhefeng, and Lingxuzi from Heguan."

“Where are these eight people?”

The old master asked.

"Haha~"

A flash of knife light came flying, making everyone's hair stand on end. The knife light was accompanied by an extremely arrogant laugh and stopped on an embroidered cushion in front of a golden flower and jade aura. A figure emerged from the light, wearing a red robe and jade armor, it was Luo Ji.

"Master, please give me the order, and I will take a hundred heads of the side sects."

The murderous words made the old master close his eyes slightly.

Under Luo Ji's might, all the Taoists felt as if a steel knife was scraping their bodies. Although they felt uncomfortable, they were respectful in their hearts. Luo Ji's name was earned by killing with one sword after another. She was a pioneer general and truly deserved the title.

"Wow!"

The cry of an eagle broke through a corner of the sky, and out flew a huge eagle with golden eyes and black feathers. It had a red beak and steel claws, and was extremely strong. The eagle carried a Taoist priest on its back, who was calm and composed, wearing a white robe and silver armor, and landed on the pier.

"Zhang Xiaoyuan!"

Many disciples of the upper mansion shouted excitedly.

"Senior Brother Zhang hasn't shown up for a long time. This time he will definitely make a splash."

"It is so difficult to achieve sainthood in the flesh. Senior Brother Zhang dares to take on such a heavy responsibility at this time. He must have practiced to the highest level."

"He is Zhang Xiaoyuan. He has a good reputation and looks good."

"He is just a proud son of the upper house, and is protected by his mentor."

At this time, there is a monk on the third embroidered cushion, holding one hand in front, like an old monk sitting down.

"Who is he?"

"Jueguang, he used to fight openly and secretly with Zhang Xiaoyuan. Recently, he has been serving the two monks, sitting facing the wall, and his Taoism has greatly improved. He is a hidden dragon in the abyss."

Then auspicious clouds descended and there was a loud hissing sound. A unicorn horse and a raccoon beast came flying in the air, each carrying a Taoist priest. They sat on an embroidered cushion. They were Liu An and Moyazi.

The second group of people worshipped the Old True Lord.

Below, the crowd started discussing again.

"These two are the elites of Peak A and Peak B, both of them are Taoists who do not come out into the world."

"I heard that Liu An was defeated twice by the same person, so how come he was still recommended? Is he capable of clearing the evil spirit of Evil Mountain?"

A disciple from Jiafeng said, "Senior Brother Liu is the first disciple of Master Lizhu. Who is Master Lizhu? He is a great cultivator who has refined the Cang-grade golden elixir. He is the eldest disciple of Master Zhenhu and is definitely a master of the fifth realm."

"That's right. Water doesn't compete for the lead, but for its continuity. What does a temporary victory or defeat mean?"

"Brother, that's a good idea."

The Taoists did not discuss much about Moyazi. At a time when Taoist merchants were being suppressed, no one wanted to have anything to do with the disciples of Taoist merchants, thus being labeled as being close to the disciples of Taoist merchants by the upper house.

"Look!"

Three figures came from three directions.

You Rongzi came walking on the waves from Tianhe Peak, wearing a golden red robe and a jade belt, and sat down in a low-key manner.

A huge golden fish jumped out of the sea of ​​clouds outside the mountain. On the back of the fish was Xu Yanzi, wearing a crown and armor, and a Taoist robe. His skull was glowing, which was a strange appearance. It was the manifestation of the immortal's Dharma bone, which attracted much discussion.

Just as Xu Yanzi sat down, suddenly there was a gathering of flying clouds, and a shadow several feet long swam inside. It stretched out a pair of crystal purple claws, and its eyes flashed with the light of the morning, making the Taoists feel as if they were facing a great enemy. When they looked carefully, they saw a Taoist sitting on the red centipede's head like a canopy, wearing a black and white robe over his armor, looking like a warrior.

Ji Ming sat down, and the eight people gathered together. Immediately, wonderful music was played, and all the immortals praised it.

"good!"

The old master smiled happily, sat upright on the golden flower, raised one finger, pointed it to the sky, and said: "God is my witness, there are now eight generals, who can be called Taiping Dao generals, and I grant them the "Altar of Law: No Taboos" to mobilize the troops of the Lower Altar Old Camp."

As soon as he finished speaking, eight octagonal jade altars, with eight precious curtains hanging from them, were placed one by one in front of the eight generals.

(End of this chapter)