Wet viviparity

Chapter 4: Old Temple, Mud Ghost
At the foot of a steep slope, hidden by grass and trees, a figure was rising and falling.

The man stands on one foot, with only five toes digging into the ground, bearing the weight of his entire body, while the other foot is arched, which is exactly the posture of the crane standing in the "Controlling the Crane" pose.

The arms are stretched up and down, almost like a pair of wings, and folded backwards on the back. This is the crane spreading posture in "controlling the crane".

With his arms stretched out, he leaped on one foot, quickly jumping up and down like a giant crane.

He tilted his head back, stretched his neck as far as possible, and there was a rhythm in his breathing.

With a specific breathing frequency and the coordination of the standing and exhibition postures, Ji Ming could hear hunger growls from his lower abdomen from time to time.

The sound was like a ball of air rolling in the lower abdomen, which quickly digested and decomposed the food in the stomach and intestines to strengthen his body.

It took a long time for this ball of air to come out of the mouth, like a stream of boiling hot steam, rising and dispersing in the damp and cold air of the early morning.

The so-called "training to make your body look like a crane" is one of the keys in this secret book of "controlling the crane".

The two forms, neutral and exhibition, are meant to strengthen the muscles and bones and build up the body.

Furthermore, once these two forms have laid a solid physical foundation, and then one practices the third "Pine Crane Form", a force of energy that can both attack and retract will naturally be generated within.

Since Ji Ming practiced the skill of "Controlling the Crane", his body became thinner day by day.

Although these two forms are wonderful, they require a large amount of blood and food. If the blood and food supply is insufficient, the two forms will suffer losses.

Now, in order to support him in practicing martial arts, the tiger spirit hunts for him in the mountains all day long to obtain blood food for him to nourish his body.

Even with this progress in practice, the tiger spirit still felt dissatisfied.

Although Ji Ming also mastered this secret skill, he was still very different from the Taoist master who was the owner of the secret book.

On this day, after finishing his training, Ji Ming sat at the entrance of the tiger's den, looking somewhat dazed.

He practiced hard here, hoping to master the skill of "controlling cranes" with the help of the tiger spirit, so as to accumulate for his next life.

But judging from the tiger spirit's meaning, it seemed that I had practiced it wrong.

"Ma Ning!"

Since he had mastered the art of martial arts, he could vaguely sense a cold shadow always hiding near him. It must be the evil ghost.

Ji Ming shouted and asked, "Is the king out?"

Ma Ning was silent for a while before he spoke: "Yes, probably to hunt blood food for you to consume for training."

"I'm dying."

Ji Ming suddenly said.

Ma Ning was silent again, not knowing how to comfort her.

"There are still some undeciphered parts in the secret book. You still have a little hope."

"Ha~"

Ji Ming smiled bitterly, opened the book in his hand, and said, "On this page, there is a sentence that says that the secret skills need to be enlightened by the "Dantou" before they can be used without hindrance."

He turned to another page and pointed.

"There is a note here, which says that without the guidance of the "Dan Tou", although one can practice the two forms, it is difficult to grasp the true meaning of the form.

If this goes on for a long time, the body will definitely be damaged by exerting too much energy, and medicine will be unable to make up for it, and the life span will be greatly shortened.

So, Brother Ma Ning, even if the king doesn't kill me, I will be killed by this secret skill, and the only way for me to survive is."

"impossible!

The king will never let you go down the mountain and enter that Taoist temple to seek the elixir.

Moreover, that Taoist book is controlled by the Three Heavenly Supremes, and one needs to be proficient in Taoist scriptures and undergo examinations before entry.

Among the thirteen large strongholds at the foot of the mountain, only one or two people can be admitted into the Taoist register and promoted to Taoist people under the Three Heavens.

You are just a common person, so stop daydreaming and obey the king's orders. Maybe you will suffer less."

It turns out that in order to obtain the elixir, one must become a Taoist.

Ji Ming gritted his teeth. He was not afraid of being tortured, but he was afraid of wasting his reincarnation in vain.

He will wait a little longer. If there is no improvement in the situation, he will be reborn early.

"Whoo~"

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the next moment a heavy tiger head fell heavily on his back, pressing down his upper body.

"Tonight, in the old temple...you play the game of clay!"

The tiger head pressed on his back was breathing out large amounts of hot air, and intermittent human voices were heard. Although the tone was a little unclear, the words could still be understood.

"Boy, you are blessed."

Ma Ning, who was in tune with Hu Jing, immediately said to Ji Minghe, "The king has discussed with Lord Bonni and wants to transfer you over.

Bonnigong is a famous ghost god in Hengshan. In his precious belly, there are all kinds of rare treasures and medicines.

This "Dantou" is definitely a piece of cake." Before Ji Ming could reply, the tiger on his back opened its mouth and picked him up and sent him to the old temple in the forest where Bonnigong was.

The old temple is very old. Dust nets are hanging inside, snakes and rats have made their nests there, and two or three incense burners are rolling on the ground.

In the middle there is a clay statue, half-fallen on the platform.

The paint on the statue had long been mottled and no longer had its former luster.

In front of the statue, there are two clothed clay ghosts, each leading a clay horse.

One of the heads had been smashed, leaving only a ghost with a short beard.

The tiger spirit put Ji Ming down, then lay down at the temple gate and soon fell into a deep sleep. It was not worried that Ji Ming would escape.

This is indeed the case. Ji Ming never thought of escaping.

First, there is no escape.

Second, he wanted to meet that Bonni Gong.

Ji Ming believed that more contact with the demons and monsters in this world would be of great benefit to his situation in the next life.

into the night.

There was not a single candle in the old temple, it was completely dark, and snakes and rats began to become active.

Ji Ming heard a subtle friction sound caused by the movement of a heavy object. The sound was so close that the hairs on his body stood up.

He moved to the side of the tiger demon without making a sound. The tiger demon's ears twitched, but he did not react.

"Yo~"

A charming voice came from outside the temple, accompanied by a few ghost lights floating into the temple, illuminating the inside and outside with a dark green glow.

"Old Bonnie is so stingy that he doesn't even want to light a few lamps."

Ji Ming was still looking outside the previous second, and the next second when he turned around, he saw a big yellow face with a short beard right in front of him.

"Ha~"

He leaned back in fear.

Isn’t the one in front of you the clay figurine leading a clay horse in front of the statue?

"Standing among ghosts, he remained calm and composed. I haven't seen such an excellent person in a hundred or eighty years."

"Bo Ni Gong Reward"

At the side, the tiger spirit spoke in an unfamiliar human language.

"Don't worry, you won't be short of benefits."

The tiger spirit stood in front of Ji Ming and said, "Human sheep. Pay more money, pay more money."

The short-bearded Bo Nigong, with a smiling yellow face, said, "I understand what you mean, this person is indeed as obedient as a sheep.

He has been in my temple for quite some time, and he has no intention of escaping. When did you become so good at controlling people's hearts? "

Ji Ming chuckled on the side, as if to support the tiger spirit's words.

"Giggle!"

The beautiful woman who had guided the ghost fire into the temple earlier let out a strange laugh that sounded like bones clattering.

"Old man Bonni, it's not easy for us to gather here, please don't waste time."

Before the person arrived, the faint fragrance had already invaded Ji Ming's nostrils.

He subconsciously leaned over to look, and his eyes lit up.

The beautiful woman was holding a white lantern in her bare hands. She was wearing a faded long skirt and a plain-colored double-breasted shirt.

Her hair was tied up in a high bun and secured with a green hairpin. A few pale yellow jasmine flowers dotted her hair. Her eyes were deep and peaceful, like a corpse.

Because he was not wearing any inner shirt, his sternum and two rows of symmetrical yellow ribs were exposed.

"Madam White Bone, wait for the two brothers Rat Three and Rat Four."

Bo Ni Gong pointed at Ji Ming in front of him and said with a smile: "Today in my old temple, he is one of our gambling games."

“It’s too late!

It’s too late! ”

There was a sharp and piercing sound coming from outside.

"The young master of the family had a small test on the classics today, and we two brothers were arranged to serve him, cut the candles and grind the ink, so we were delayed for a while."

Two short and fat figures, each carrying a head with disheveled hair, entered the temple.

(End of this chapter)