Wet viviparity

Chapter 626: Yumin, the holder of the festival
"Goo!"

The six strange birds cried out, whispered to each other, and were at a loss as to what to do.

Ji Ming was a little surprised. He should not have made a mistake. These should be the feathered people who had passed down from ancient times.

According to some records in the ancient books of the sect, these Yu people came from the Yu people country. During a period of time in the ancient times, they were the guides appointed by the heavens and were sent to the human world to be in charge of guiding the immortals. Now this country seems to have been moved to Danqiu, the immortal fairyland in the South China Sea.

Today's Yumin Kingdom is under the jurisdiction of the Wulei Palace of the Thunder Department. I heard that the Yumin people in this country have served as the Thunder Generals of the palace for generations.

The status of the Yu people is somewhat similar to that of the two major demon tribes, Xunfeng Eagle and Chihu, under the Hufeng Division, but they are also very different. Perhaps it is because the Yu people are ancient ancestors and extraordinary people with a long history and great connections, and they are not comparable to the demons.

In mid-air, the magic talisman that was in a state of both reality and illusion floated slowly, and sections of secret text appeared on it, which made the strange birds calm down and begin to stare at the secret text on the talisman. Their expressions gradually became solemn and respectful.

"now it's right!"

Seeing the reactions of the strange birds further confirmed Ji Ming's thoughts.

No matter whether they are ancient immortals or modern immortals, after attaining enlightenment, they all need to open up a temple.

In a Taoist temple, the immortal residence must be mysterious, with exquisite palaces, scattered springs and rocks, and full of spiritual energy. The immortals usually invite people to travel around the world and visit the beautiful places beyond the clouds, and meet immortals and friends from time to time.

Although the immortal can tolerate solitude, since there are such mysterious structures in the Taoist temple, it is appropriate for there to be people to serve and clean the place.

Ordinary earthly immortals rely solely on their supernatural powers to summon spirits and monsters and drive them around, and can barely manage their own Taoist temples.

However, activities such as training cranes and feeding deer, picking herbs and brewing dew, etc., are all part of the pure cultivation practices in this blessed land. If they are accomplished by using talismans and magic to command ghosts and spirits, although they can be done in the blink of an eye and everything is prepared, they simply dissolve the charm of the spiritual interest of heaven and earth and lose the wonderful method of harmony between heaven and man.

For earthly immortals with profound foundation and a background of immortals, they will choose the ancient and extraordinary people such as the feathered people, hairy people and long-armed people. When they are in silence and contemplating the mysteries of the Tao, they will clean the alchemy cauldrons and brew snow and tea for their own Taoist temples. Only in this way can they show the style of immortals.

In the Yumin Kingdom, due to various stories and traditions, the Yumin people have been working hard to serve the powerful immortals since they were born. Over hundreds of generations, their respect for the immortals has long been ingrained in their bones and souls.

These strange birds had been living in the forbidden area for an unknown period of time, but when they saw Ji Ming's magic talisman, they knew that it was a treasure worn by the celestial beings. They calmed down for no reason, and as time went on, they no longer had the slightest desire to fight.

"Gu! Woo!"

The strange birds called to Ji Ming one after another, as if trying to please him.

Ji Ming thought to himself, "I've lived here for too long, with no one to communicate with. Has even my speaking ability deteriorated?"

Just as Ji Ming was puzzled, the strange birds looked upwards one after another, bowed down and fell to the ground. Ji Ming raised his head and saw a flying cloud coming. The cloud was full of herbs and there was a long shadow standing on it.

Only when the flying clouds get closer can the true appearance of the long shadow be seen.

He was also a feathered person, but he was tall and thin, with a bird-like beak, red eyes and a white head. He was wearing a thatched robe with long sleeves and a bare chest and belly. He held a talisman in his hand and stood among the pile of herbs and clouds. He looked into Ji Ming's eyes.

The flying cloud slowly descended, and the feathered man holding the festival pointed at the fallen upper half of the strange tree, and the upper half of the trunk of the giant tree stood up again and connected with the still standing lower half to restore itself.

Then, the Feathered Man holding the Festival came to the giant bird's corpse again. After stuffing a lot of herbs into the bird's corpse, he rubbed a ball of fire with his palms and set the whole bird's corpse on fire. Soon, a giant egg appeared in its place.

The strange birds cheered and surrounded the giant egg and carried it to the strange tree.

The Feathered Man with the Imperial Seal shook off his ancient thatched clothing and came to Ji Ming. He first glanced at the talisman, then grinned and said, "The immortal officials in the Nandou Yanshou Palace can be considered immortals."

Ji Ming bowed his head and said, "I dare not address you as an immortal in front of you, Venerable Yu Ren."

Since the feathered people have their own country, they are divided into different levels. The most noble and respected ones among them have a status and cultivation that is no worse than that of immortals. The status of the feathered person holding the imperial seal in front of him should be second only to those others.

Jijie Yumin rubbed a handful of herbs with one hand, and the medicinal vapor was like smoke, puffing on Ji Ming, sweeping away the fatigue of Ji Ming's soul. "Since Guangyuan Water Palace was occupied by Huangting Palace, this place has enjoyed a long period of peace, but every six hundred years or so, they always come here to make trouble, and this time even my small tree house was almost destroyed."

Seeing that Ji Ming wanted to explain, the man holding the feathered sword waved his hand, looking as if he didn't care.

"Don't be nervous, they are all worldly things. My phoenix bird was brought by my father from the fairyland of Danqiu. It is one of the few remaining phoenixes in the world. If it is killed, I won't be able to find another one."

As he spoke, he called Ji Ming to come into the tree house.

This upright tree house is constructed like a tower, with layers rising upwards. The Feathered Man with the Festival enthusiastically introduced the situation here.

In those days, Gunlong controlled floods on earth and built embankments in the four rivers and five mountains. He received help and support from many ancestors and strange people from both inside and outside the mountains and seas. Among them, the people of Yumin and Qigong made the greatest contributions. After the floods were controlled, several of the Yumin people stayed here.

The Feathered Man Holding the Jiejie is one of the descendants of those ancient Feathered People. Even those who have lost their ability to speak and are short-sighted are also descendants of the Feathered People. However, the Feathered Man Holding the Jiejie did not elaborate on the reasons why their differences are so huge.

After briefly explaining the situation, the Feathered Man holding the Imperial Seal began to inquire from Ji Ming about changes in the outside world, such as whether the Feathered Nation was still being treated favorably within the Thunder Department; what the latest news was about the Hundred Flower Fairies; whether there were any additional Heavenly Officials within the Purple Mansion Division, etc.

The topic was very profound and Ji Ming couldn't answer any of it.

Seeing Ji Ming hesitating and looking a little embarrassed, the feathered man holding the imperial seal was not disappointed. He took the initiative to tell him his name - Xiu, Zhu Yu Xiu.

The "Zhu" in "Zhu Yu" represents his identity in the Yumin Kingdom as "Wu Zhu". This was the unified title of the ancient monks during the reign of King Huang, representing a high status, outstanding reputation, and profound Taoism.

The cultivator talked all the way and Ji Ming listened all the way, and unknowingly they arrived at the top of the strange tree. Outside there was actually a cloud platform. In the distance there was a shining sun, illuminating the outside of the cloud platform with colorful clouds and brilliant rays of light.

“It’s really a different world.”

Ji Ming praised.

Xiu smiled and pointed at the scene in front of him, saying, "It is just a realm of mind consciousness, which was learned from a great monk of the same sect two or three thousand years ago. For this skill of his, I spent a hundred years refining the magic elixir for him in vain."

"Two to three thousand years."

Ji Ming secretly clicked his tongue in his heart.

He knew that the ancients had long life spans, but he could not help but envy them because two or three thousand years passed in the blink of an eye. If he had these two or three thousand years, no, at least a thousand years, he would have been playing around in the world while practicing at leisure.

The two men came one after the other to the cloud platform, where the giant egg was placed. In addition, there were two other large eggs, which seemed to be the eggs of the phoenix.

Xiu placed the talisman on a cloud stand beside him, picked up a whisk and waved it in front of him. Immediately, a wisp of medicinal fragrance rose from an incense burner on the stage. Ji Ming took a few deep sniffs and felt his depleted Yuan Yang begin to recover.

He immediately sat cross-legged on the spot, regulating his breathing and practicing qigong.

Xiu blinked his eyes and looked at the posture of this immortal official. He knew that as long as the incense in his censer was not extinguished, he would not wake up from his meditation.

"This person is really thick-skinned."

Cultivate the way in your heart.

He looked twice more, his red eyes moving.

On the top of this immortal official, Xiu vaguely saw the shape of a Xuanming god that had shrunk into a ball. This god should be a divine general trained by this boy, which was concealed by a profound illusion and almost deceived him.

"He is relaxed on the outside but tight on the inside, thick-skinned but careful on the inside. He is worth making friends with."

(End of this chapter)