Wet viviparity

Chapter 475: Guardian, Treasure
"Brother, look at that bottle."

The second junior brother looked at a golden vase in the hall at first sight. A branch of plum blossoms was inserted diagonally in the vase.

"Junior brother, the real treasure is there."

The senior brother pointed his finger at the Taoist who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion. He saw light flowing in the Taoist's abdomen and chest. The light penetrated his skin, and five small stones of five colors could be vaguely seen, separated from his five internal organs. It looked very beautiful.

The junior fellow's expression flashed, and he said with a smile: "Senior brother, we each have one, not more, not less, just right."

He could feel that the spirituality of the golden bottle was even greater than that of his master's treasure.

After the two brothers had discussed it, they did not rush forward. The smoke stove in the strange rock in the hall was really suspicious. It must be the protective device of this place. If the two of them did not destroy it, it would be impossible for them to take those treasures.

"Junior brother, go outside and set up the "Boundary Seal" and don't let anyone come in to fight for the treasure."

The fellow disciple who was called hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and said earnestly, "Brother, this incense burner doesn't look like an orthodox thing. When I saw the smoke rising from it, it made my soul jump. You must not be careless."

"I, your senior brother, spent my early years in the north, and I also received the true teachings of the northern side sect "Master". "

The senior brother stepped on the ghost monk under his feet and said with regret: "It's a pity that our master died early and our master was expelled from the lineage of our master. He had no choice but to put down his butcher knife, pretend to convert to Buddhism, and come to the shore of the East China Sea.

Poor us, we were originally the noble disciples of the side sect, enjoying an endless supply of elixir-shaped pearls and inexhaustible offerings from mortals, but we never expected that we would have to live such a hard life with our master.

I just hope that after we get the treasure this time, we can be our own masters and live happily in the Southern Wilderness, so that our journey in this hairy world will not be in vain."

After saying this, he paused, and the monk ghost under his feet immediately spit out a red hook. The senior brother raised the hook and simultaneously performed the extremely obscene technique of his sect, "The Seven Fishy Air Technique". A fishy smell spurted out from each of the seven orifices and merged into the hook.

"go with!"

The senior brother shouted urgently and swung the hook towards the cigarette burner, hooking the black smoke on the stove and actually pulling it a little.

"What kind of magic item is this? My magic combined with the magic of summoning spirits can summon all visible and invisible things. I have never failed in my life. How come it only summoned the smoke from the stove and missed by an inch?"

The senior brother realized the problem. The person who set up the smoke furnace must have a level of Taoism far beyond his.

Just when the senior brother was at a loss, Qianshou'er, who was as small as a fly and almost unnoticeable, came back from a lake hole outside the temple that was eroded by water.

Just a moment ago, a strange creature suddenly attacked from underwater.

This time the strange creature did not offer any treasure, but directly attacked the physical body of the old man in the hall. If it were not for the dual protection of the Smoke Stove and the Dirty Gold Bottle, it would be difficult for him and the Echo Ghost to deal with the strange creature's abnormal desire to attack.

In the end, Qianshou'er could only ask for help from Yuezhang Goddess through the "Blood Skin of the Goddess". Together with the Echo Ghost, he took the relic bottle, the seven-shaped poisonous ingot tower, and the blood skin of the Goddess and guided the strange creature into the lake cave.

This abnormal behavior of the strange creature reminded Qianshou'er of the human calamity that his grandfather had mentioned.

After escaping from the lake cave first, he quietly returned to the hall. Qianshou'er heard the conversation between his two senior brothers. He did not alert them, but shrank his body, lay on the beam, and carefully observed the two brothers inside and outside the hall.

After watching for a while, he didn't think that the cultivation level of these two people was worthy of the word "disaster".

He controlled his temper and suppressed the urge to protect his grandfather. He observed carefully inside and outside the hall. Indeed, he noticed something unusual - the ghost that the two brothers stepped on had a different expression.

The ghost outside the hall was helping the junior brother to set up the barrier seal, his eyes were full of pain and fear, and he was yelling.

But inside the hall, the ghost that the senior brother stepped on had a calm look in its eyes, without any evil spirit or intent. After Qianshou'er felt it, he actually felt a Buddhist energy that was no less than his own, and had already entered the flow of Buddhism.

The smoke above the incense burner was drawn away inch by inch. The brother who cast the spell gritted his teeth and persisted, stomping on the monk ghost under his feet frantically in order to obtain the monk ghost's blessing of magic power.

"Disciple, step slower."

The monk ghost who was stepped on put his hands behind his back, grabbed the Taoist's feet, and said with a chuckle: "Let me help you."

The Taoist was grabbed by the feet, then the waist, and then the hands. He gradually lost control of his body. His hands formed seals uncontrollably, causing the incense burner in the stone chamber to shake, and the smoke from the burner became lighter. "This arrangement is really brilliant."

The ghost monk also exclaimed in surprise. Although the big handprint he performed was performed by his disciple, it was not much inferior to his own performance. It was obvious that the arrangement here was not arranged by ordinary people in the four realms.

The "ghost monk" flipped up and sat on his disciple's back.

He took a closer look at the hall. Apart from the dirty gold bottle that he had already recognized, he could not take his eyes away from the five colored stones in the Taoist's chest and abdomen. Because of the interaction of their qi, he knew clearly that this treasure could make up for the deficiency of his innate Taoism and it was a rare treasure in the world.

Ever since the death of his master, he had no discipline and had been indulging in sexual pleasure.

Although she never ejaculated during intercourse, the method of collecting and replenishing essence was ultimately an evil and unorthodox technique, and her own essence was still damaged.

Later, he converted to Buddhism under the guidance of a nun, and with great effort he attained the first fruit of Buddhism, "Srotapanna", and completely abstained from women. However, due to the problem of his essence, he was no longer innately flawless, and his pursuit of the truth in the future would be as difficult as climbing a steep cliff.

Now his physical body is still outside the Leiwen Mountain and Swamp, but with the help of the "Three Mysteries" of Buddhism, his soul has been transported into the ghost body of this monk.

These two stupid apprentices don't even think about how meticulous their master is. How can he let his two apprentices roam freely outside without any constraints? They are so stupid that it's laughable.

The "monk ghost" wiped his body, revealing a naked witch with disheveled hair, and then waved to the outside of the hall.

Outside the hall, the junior brother who was resisting the crocodile monster Longxubo at the barrier, the monk ghost under his feet returned to the true form of a witch, stretched out his arms to tear open the junior brother's intestines, ate a mouthful of blood, and then went all the way back to the hall.

The two witches fell into the void, and the soul of Monk Yu Ji was pulled out of it, forming a several-meter-tall Vajra with one face and two arms, two horns on his head, flaming hair and sharp teeth, a tiger skirt around his waist, and he held a stick in one hand and a sword in the other.

This is the appearance of the Dharma Protector. In Buddhism, only monks who have attained the "Srotapanna" can cultivate it. Its mystery is no less than that of the divine generals of Taiping Mountain. It is the true Dharma of Buddhism that can protect the way to compete with the righteous way.

The guardian's true form appeared, and his two feet stepped on the backs of the two witches, demonstrating his ability to subdue demons with his true form. Then he raised his arms, clenched his teeth and chanted a spell, and the hook on the stove was pulled violently, and the black smoke was immediately pulled into wisps that floated in the air.

Monk Yuji was very proud in his heart, thinking that it was worth it for him to reveal the trump cards he had kept in his two disciples and let his Buddhist teachings shine through.

The Dharma Protector looked at the Dirty Golden Bottle with fear. This bottle belonged to the Grandmaster and was supposed to be in the Huoxu Cave. The fact that it could appear here seemed to indicate that the identity of this Taoist who had already passed away was about to be revealed.

"Lingxuzi."

Monk Yuji murmured.

It is really a pity that the rising star of Taiping Mountain, the Taoist who had won many cross-border victories in the two Tiannan battles, would die here.

Yu Jizi was able to guess from the state of the corpse that the other party was practicing the "Taiyin Refining Form" skill, and became extremely jealous.

The Taiyin Refining Pill was considered an elixir of life in ancient times. Even though I had only heard a few words about the pill from time to time, I didn't expect that this boy could actually get it. It must be the grace of the mountain's ancestor.

“Why? I am also a person of extraordinary physique. I was expelled from the sect just because I raped and killed a few ordinary women. When I was young, I saved many times more people than I killed.

I finally confessed my sins, gained the trust of the nun, and converted to her teachings, but she still suspected me and asked me to copy scriptures every day to atone for my sins. Even when I went out to meet friends, I had to report to the nun, just like a sinner. "

As soon as the thought arose and his heart was filled with anger, Monk Yu Ji hurriedly recited scriptures and chanted Buddha's name to calm his mind, secretly lamenting that his spiritual practice was not good enough.

While chanting, the guardian deity took a big step forward and suddenly felt a chill on his back. He turned around and swung out with a stick, knocking a monster as small as a mosquito to the ground. The entire ruined palace shook three times.

"Haha, little Ruyi technique."

The guardian's true form lifted one foot from the witch's back and stomped on the ground wildly, forcing Qianshou'er to turn into a flying centipede.

"So you are a fellow monk. It would be bad to commit murder for nothing."

As he spoke, the Dharma Protector turned to look at the body and continued to stride forward.

(End of this chapter)