Wet viviparity

Chapter 382 Process, Corpse Land
The sound of water drips slowly and steadily.

The petals are falling, and the light smoke is dancing slowly.

The sky is full of hazy clouds and the ground is covered with flying grass clippings.

A gust of cold wind blew suddenly, and the troops slowed down.

In slow moments, corpses in graves play the music of the dead, in fast moments, the water in rivers is in turmoil. The frogs in the woods sing in a muted voice, and the fish in the stream jump incessantly.

The windows of the pavilions on the left and right rang, and the courtyards in front and behind were gloomy and startled. The Buddhist stone bottle was blown to the ground, and the sword light swayed in the dark mountain peaks.

The incense burner tilted and the talisman dust scattered, the candlestick tilted and the incense was slanted. The pennants and flags were swaying, and the bell and drum towers were shaking.

The indigo sword light coming from the distant peak seemed to be swaying in the strong wind on the river. Lin Shuijun in the sword aimed at a place, rushed down, split the waves, and came to a pavilion.

Qianshou'er, who was entangled on the octagonal well pavilion, saw the sword light coming, and hurriedly picked up the relic bottle that was blown over, jumped into the air, flapped his wings, and caught up with the sword light.

The sword light and the Thousand Hands parted the evil wind and went straight to the source, where the dark green light penetrated the clouds, reflecting the evil colors; the chilly ghost fire illuminated the corpses, giving off a demonic aura, white flags were fluttering in the camps everywhere, and countless ghost soldiers were brandishing swords and spears.

In the Black Stone Valley, wild spirits are stirring up evil spirits, and in the pavilions and towers, gloomy zombies are blowing their conch shells.

At the center of the wind, there were some people sitting cross-legged on an altar in the mist. One of them was holding up pieces of green leaves and spreading them in all directions, isolating the inside and outside of the river port with strong winds that pushed up clouds and waves.

"bad news."

Lord Linshui lowered his sword light onto the altar and spoke to Ji Ming.

On the altar, in addition to Ji Ming, there were Xuan Jing, Jiehuo Jun, Wen Daoyu, Huang Ling, and several monks from Tianteng Mountain in the Southern Wilderness. They each held a Nandou flag, chanted praises, and prayed for Ji Ming to receive divine power.

"Is it really bad news?"

Jiming smiled.

When Linshui Jun heard Jintong say this, he looked at the four camps occupying this place and the nearly two thousand ghost soldiers who were fed with food, and changed his words and said, "No, it's just a coincidence."

At that moment, he told the story of the Taoists from Lingnan rushing to the Baisha Pagoda Palace in Baiyue Village.

Jie Huojun had just come out of retreat at Taiping Mountain and had rushed here without stopping. He hadn't even had a few days' rest yet. Now, after hearing the news, he looked eager to make a contribution and said, "We didn't go looking for them, but they came looking for us instead.

It just so happens that we have just acquired a thousand Xiatan soldiers from the Jiangpu Corpse Pile, and they have been properly trained. We might as well take this opportunity to wipe them out in one fell swoop."

As he spoke, he looked towards the golden boy who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the altar.

Xuan Jing, Wen Daoyu and his wife, and the monks from Tianteng Mountain who came from the Southern Wilderness, all looked at Jintong one by one.

Ji Ming stopped sending out the strong wind, and Qianshou'er shrunk his long body from the cold wind and floated on Ji Ming's shoulders. Ji Ming took the relic bottle from his hand and poured the several wild ghosts collected in it into the ghost camp in the corpse-pile ground.

The wild ghosts floated down from the altar like fallen leaves and landed on the dry land.

The cultivators on the altar looked solemn as they looked at the wild ghosts that had fallen to the ground by Ji Ming, and tried to guess the deeper meaning behind them.

The wild ghosts that fell to the ground, with their chaotic intelligence not yet enlightened, were unable to process what was happening to them. They instinctively wanted to escape, but were held down by several ghost soldiers holding flags and forks, and dragged into a stone trough of spiritual water.

Behind the trough, in the dark wind and dim light, stood two Taipingshan disciples. They wore ochre yellow robes and Hunyuan scarves, holding a bell in one hand and pinching their fingers in front with the other, muttering to themselves:
"In the vast Fengdu, there is a sea of ​​wormwood.

The boundless light from the sky shines brightly on the altar.

All the ghosts in Taiping follow the fragrant cloud banners.

"

After the wild ghosts washed off the filth of their Yin bodies in the trough, they had taken on a human form. When the bell rang, the wild ghosts were led to a paper burning furnace, and two Taiping disciples threw talismans, incense, candles and other offerings into the fire.

The wild ghosts instinctively raised their heads and absorbed the fragrance of the talisman ash. Their Yin bodies became more solid. Before they could rejoice, the ghost soldiers came forward again and forked them one by one in front of the Taiping disciples.

"The Yin body is crude, but the spiritual intelligence is awakened, and it can obey orders. It is of the lowest rank and will be assigned to the Gray Camp."

"The Yin body is as solid as wood, and the spiritual wisdom is still muddy. It is unfit to be dispatched, and will not be sent to join the military camp. It will be passed on in the cycle of salvation."

After being evaluated by Taiping disciples, the two wild ghosts were forked away by the Yin soldiers again. One was incorporated into the camp, and the other was sent to be liberated. Then two more ghosts were forked in. One of them was evaluated as medium and was given a set of paper armor and a paper gun. After the wild ghosts put on the armor and took the gun, they were refreshed and incorporated into a barracks.

The practitioners on the altar watched the smooth and seamless operations below, some of them felt it was impressive, while others saw the key.

Wen Daoyu immediately came and said, "Brother, this set of methods can quickly nourish Yin and train soldiers, and strengthen the military camp. It is really a good method for attacking cities and capturing strongholds."

Xuan Jing on the altar's eyes flickered slightly, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

This is indeed a good way to attack cities and capture strongholds. It is efficient and fast, without any delay. If there are enough ghosts, only two Taiping disciples are needed to form a group, and they can continuously replenish the military camp.

But this is also a good way to massacre a city and destroy a village. Senior Brother Jintong should not dare to risk the wrath of the world!
Jie Huojun said impatiently again: "Brother, we have been hoarding troops in Jiangpu for several weeks. I heard that the five generals in Lingbei have taken down countless camps and occupied two spiritual houses. I heard that they are now surrounding a spiritual mountain. It's time for us to take action."

"Can we find out the truth about Lingnan?"

Jiming asked.

"It's confirmed."

Linshui Jun first glared at Jiehuo Jun, and then said: "Lingnan is managed by Meng Nan, the Jindan True Transmission of Tengshe Gong, but he usually collects herbs in the mountains, and all matters are handled by Mulu King of Baisha Pagoda Palace.

This Mulu is a registered disciple of Master Tianwu, a native of Sheba, who has some ambition and prestige.

In addition, there are the Four Generals of Mucha Mountain, whose background is unknown, and they are highly respected by the independent cultivators in the mountain range. It is said that a certain independent cultivator once suffered a great loss at their hands. In addition, there is the Ghost Mother Cave under Xuanshi Village, which is also a major force here. "

Ji Ming pondered for a moment and said, "That is to say, only the four generals from Mucha Mountain have come here now, and there is no movement from Meng Nan and Guimu Cave."

"Meng Nan has his own immortals on the mountain watching him, and so does Ghost Mother Cave."

Linshui Jun said.

Wen Daoyu sneered and said, "Isn't the incident of the Five Dao Generals enough of a lesson? If we really expect the immortals on the mountain to turn the tide for us, I'm afraid they will all be fools after they get off the grass."

After that, Wen Daoyu turned to Ji Ming and said, "Brother, give the order!"

"Junior Brother Wen, you will be the Taoist general."

Ji Mingdao.

Hearing Ji Ming's words, Wen Daoyu felt a tingling sensation on his back. Huang Ling beside him, as well as the cultivators from Tianteng Mountain in the Southern Wilderness that he brought with him, were all stunned, and their expressions varied for a moment.

"How dare you!"

Wen Daoyu swallowed his saliva and felt that Jintong was criticizing him, criticizing the Tianteng Mountain system he brought with him.

"If you are asked to be the leader, then you should be the leader."

Ji Ming said calmly.

This Wen Daoyu loves to daydream. Now he is in charge of the old camp, with the support of the upper government behind him and many trump cards in his hands. His vision is different from that of ordinary disciples. He sees higher and broader.

In this operation, what he has to do is to manage the overall situation and prepare for the battle with Meng Nan and the four generals of Mucha Mountain. As for the others, he should let Yu Erjun and Wen Daoyu take care of them.

"The Jiangpu Corpse Pile is a good place for Feng Shui. Since they have gathered here in large numbers, we can wait for them to tire themselves out and win the battle in one go."

As he spoke, Ji Ming looked at Junior Brother Wen who had come to some realization, and said, "Since we want to achieve success in one battle, we naturally cannot scare them away. We must lead them slowly. This requires a careful person, and only you can do it."

"Yes!"

Wen Daoyu, who was entrusted with an important task, was in a rather unstable mood and nodded heavily.

"Okay, we can finally fight."

Jiehuojun slapped his thigh and said excitedly.

(End of this chapter)