Wet viviparity

Chapter 50: Heavenly Beings, Great Monk
On this clay tablet, there is a line of small words: 'Sir, come quickly, as it is related to the prophecy, and we will discuss important matters together.'

Ji Ming hung the clay card on his body and touched the three bags one by one. All his wealth was in these three bags.

After two months of meditation in the cave, my whole body is itching. Now is a good time to find my "benefactor" from my previous life to reminisce about the past.

"Prophecy?
Words that predict good and bad luck! "

After thinking about it, Ji Ming became interested.

"Gah!!"

After calling twice, a flock of crows immediately flew away, leading the way.

He has not forgotten all of the crow language he learned in his previous life, so he will have to practice more in the future, as it can be considered a foreign language.

Soon, Ji Ming had settled down on the big locust tree in front of the old temple and began to communicate enthusiastically with his crow brothers from his previous life.

During the conversation, Ji Ming learned that his father and mother had both passed away, which made him a little sad.
"Gah!"

"quack!"

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Just as the communication began, a golden object flew in from the temple and circled around the big locust tree.

In an instant, a flock of crows fell down, their heads and bodies were separated, and many branches were cut off, hanging randomly on the branches.

"Monk, that's my carrier bird!" The angry roar of Bo Nigong was heard in the old temple.

On a locust tree, on a leaf swaying in the wind, Ji Ming lay nervously, fearing that the spinning thing in the sky would fall down.

Under the tree, several headless crow brothers were still fluttering, their wings raising dust and their broken heads spilling blood.

"I will definitely be born into a good family in my next life!"

Ji Ming lay on the leaves, silently mourning for them in his heart.

Only after the object that was spinning around on the tree was brought back into the temple did Ji Ming dare to move a little.

That was definitely a magical weapon, a carefully refined magical weapon, which meant that there was at least one cultivator of the second realm in the old temple.

Just as Ji Ming was about to fly away, a deep and slightly friendly voice came from the old temple.

"Fellow Daoist, since we are here to discuss important matters, why are you trying to steal secrets with crows?"

"It's not stealing secrets." Ji Ming's mentality changed quickly, and he shouted outside the temple: "It's just that this matter is of great importance, so we must be careful."

After saying that, he untied the Little Ruyi Technique and took down the three bags hanging on the branches.

"That's fine!"

The one in the temple seemed to accept this statement and said again, "Fellow Daoist Wu, please come into the temple and have a chat."

Hearing the man call out "Wu", Ji Ming was certain.

This person had already seen through his true form, but still invited him into the temple, so he must have had no ill intentions.

Besides, he has an iron back and is good at shrinking things. If things don't go well, he can escape quickly.

"Let me fix my appearance."

Ji Ming took out his cassock and put it on, holding the bracelet, and holding an old sword behind his back.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha.

This attire barely concealed his wildness, and he looked like a well-established person.

Those monsters without any foundation are just like those wandering evildoers, who are always inferior to others wherever they go.

Putting his hands together and chanting "Namo" "Namo", Ji Ming felt that he still had a little Zen spirit.

Pushing the door open and entering the dilapidated old temple, what comes into view is the familiar desolate scene.

Behind the threshold, several bluestone bricks were cracked, with weeds and moss growing in the cracks, and a damp, musty smell was the first to hit you.

The temple was dark. The sun shone through the holes in the roof, casting several beams of light, in which dust danced.

A familiar mud horse stood there, casually illuminated by one or two beams of light.

Next to the half-collapsed statue in the center, the short-bearded Bo Ni Gong seemed to have lost his charm long ago.

In addition to the ruptured belly, there were many new cracks on the body and face of the clay sculpture.

In addition to the clay god at the top, there are two new faces in this old temple.

On the altar, an old monkey was sitting cross-legged.

His legs were casually crossed and he sat in an untidy manner, revealing a bit of wildness. However, the red gold carp necklace around his neck adorned him with a bit of nobility.

The old monkey played with the old incense burner on the table, squeezing the incense ash that had been wet by the rain and solidified into a ball. On the west wall, a severely faded mural, there was a monk facing the wall, with his hands folded, chanting sutras.

Ji Ming carefully put one foot behind the threshold and walked into the temple.

He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but as soon as he stepped into the temple, he felt a sense of awkwardness, like a small fry infiltrating a high-end circle.

In front of the mural on the west side, the monk had his back to him. After a long while, he slowly asked, "Did the master send you here?"

Ji Ming stood at the threshold, not moving another step inside, and said, "The young master is already preparing for the exam in the pond, so he sent me here to listen to the important event."

"I heard that the young master will take the exam this time."

“Puppet show!”

Ji Ming interrupted.

The monk in front of the wall turned around, showing a kind face and a solemn appearance, and asked some more questions.

Ji Ming had stayed in the Fox Society for a period of time. He had read "Notes from the Wild Hills" which recorded the changes in the Fox Clan, and had also heard many things about the society, so he could answer questions fluently.

"Master Dayou, the Fox Society sent this monster here because they don't want to get involved in this matter." Bo Ni Gong was deeply worried, and there seemed to be more cracks on his body. He said, "That person will definitely force me to commit a crime and use me for his own purposes."

"The monk Dayou from Tubi Peak."

Ji Ming thought to himself and looked at the monk carefully. Apart from his pair of bright eyes and dignified demeanor, there was nothing outstanding about him.

"If we don't obey, what can he do?"

On the altar, the old ape took out a fresh fruit from somewhere, rubbed it under his ribs, and began to chew it with a crunching sound, looking nonchalant.

"Little monster!"

The ape suddenly looked at Ji Ming and took out another fruit. "Here, I'll give you one."

Ji Ming took the fruit and sniffed it carefully. The scent of inspiration mixed with the fruit filled his nose, and he became curious about the old ape's identity.

In this old temple, Ji Ming didn't want to keep the spiritual fruit and do something petty, so he could only taste it carefully.

After eating one, the old ape threw another one.

"This"

Ji Ming had no choice but to start eating again.

He threw another one and ate another. Ji Ming's mouth was full of juice and he felt more and more embarrassed.

He did not think that the old ape had any intentions towards him, but rather felt that this action was a way of conveying some kind of gesture to the other two people in the temple.

"We have to come up with a solution."

Bo Ni Gong could not help but interrupt the old ape's actions. He knew that the old ape was hinting that he had a rich family background and was not afraid of being forced by that person.

"You are the son of the River God of the Nanpan River, and you are in charge of the river network in the Hengshan area. You can be said to be a nobleman, but facing Taiping Mountain, I'm afraid you are nothing!"

"Squeak!"

Bo Nigong's words made the old ape furious, and he stood on the altar and shouted.

"That fellow has been showing off his power in Heshanfang. How can he control the mountains and rivers of Lanyinfang? He deserves to be punished by heaven."

"Silence!"

The monk Dayou suddenly roared like a lion, a low, extremely suppressed roar that echoed in the temple.

Amid the resounding roar, Ji Ming almost vomited out the fruit pulp he had just eaten. This could not be wasted as it was a precious inspiration.

So Ji Ming swallowed it back with great effort.

The old ape thought he had spoken out of turn, so he said, "Master Dayou, this matter was caused by you, the heretic Buddhist sect. Give me some advice!"

“With the gods blocking my way, how can I have any idea?

If we can't come up with a solution, let's wait for that person's disciples to come over and see if there's room for maneuver."

As he spoke, Monk Dayou looked towards Ji Ming and said, "It's a pity that you haven't come yet, otherwise I could have used the old man's connections to put pressure on him."

“God’s punishment!
Buddhist heresy!

Taiping Mountain!
Heaven and man are blocking the way!"

These words flashed through Ji Ming's mind one after another, and a light bulb went off in his brain. The conversation between the three Daomin on the Wanghuo Tower was still ringing in his ears.

"But he is the Grandmaster of Sibeiyun Temple?"

Three pairs of eyes in the temple all looked at Ji Ming at once. Even the mud horse tilted its head and looked at him in surprise.

(End of this chapter)