Wet viviparity

Chapter 719 Angle, Practice Method
Leaving aside Shenzhu Temple, Baiqin Mountain and Shuangshen Temple are two tough nuts to crack.

Eradicating a legal system is not something that can be accomplished by focusing solely on that one entity; one must thoroughly investigate all its relationships and connections.

Pulling out a radish brings out the mud, which is obvious. Sometimes, the chain reaction it triggers, and the third parties involved, may be more difficult to deal with than the disciples or ancestors within this lineage.

Generally speaking, those factions that have only recently established themselves and have a bad reputation are the easiest to deal with and have the least impact. You don't have to worry about a situation where defeating one small faction leads to the exposure of a bunch of older ones in a war of attrition.

Baiqin Mountain meets this standard.

Although the Hundred Birds Immortal had attained enlightenment more than a thousand years before his reincarnation, he only truly established his own school six or seven hundred years ago.

Furthermore, at the very beginning of its establishment, the grand ambition of "promoting all demons and monsters and turning them from evil to good" had already offended too many demons and monsters, causing it to lose its base among them. This resulted in the sect making many enemies, and in the end, even someone as skilled as Jinghai Ke could only die with regret.

After his transformation, Jinghai Ke changed his name to Baiqin Shangzhen and lived in seclusion in Yanbo Nunnery on Wei Niao Mountain. It is likely that he was unable to realize his ambitions in the past, so he chose to live in seclusion.

As long as Baiqin Shangzhen doesn't interfere, dealing with those three mutated demons from Baiqin Mountain and their demonic offspring shouldn't be too difficult.

Compared to Hundred Birds Mountain, those sects that have been established for a long time, value their reputation, are good at blending in with the crowd, and do not easily start disputes are extremely difficult to deal with. The Twin Body Temple of the Venerable Kongle Buddha can barely be classified as such a sect.

Although the old Buddha's method of pleasure emphasizes the practice of sexual intercourse, apart from his youth when he was impulsive and strong-willed, causing harm to many innocent people in the secular world, he has become increasingly cunning with age and no longer easily harms others.

In the secular world, they only use gold and silver as bait, not magic to forcibly extract the essence. Even if the secret is revealed afterward, no major fault can be found.

Even when it comes to the practice of mutual cultivation, it is a shared joy and a path to ultimate bliss. Who can obtain the primordial yang and primordial yin depends entirely on the skill level during intercourse, and there is absolutely no dispute afterward.

Ji Ming knew that the Old Buddha of Emptiness was elusive and extremely famous. He had been roaming the world for many years and had never been troubled by any orthodox religious master. This showed that he was not comparable to those three scoundrels from Hundred Birds Mountain. If he wanted to get rid of them once and for all, he could not act rashly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Ji Ming had a rudimentary plan.

His second primordial spirit body was originally prepared for this situation. What his main body couldn't do, he delegated to his second primordial spirit body. With this cooperation from inside and outside, he could achieve twice the result with half the effort.

If we were to use the second primordial spirit body, namely Jiang Heixiao's identity, then the situation would take a completely different turn.

Jinjing Mountain, deep in the clouds.

The secluded residence, named Yun Shen Jing She, has been shrouded in mist all year round for twelve years.

During this period, only a handful of people visited this forgotten mansion, the one who visited most often being the mansion's owner's father, Jiang Shenhu.

In Jiang Shenhu's eyes, Black Owl seemed to be born out of place with the word "righteous".

When he turned one year old, whether out of rare overflowing paternal love or out of unspoken expectations, he held a "first birthday celebration" for Black Owl.

Black Owl didn't even glance at the jade slips, spirit herbs, and small wooden swords on the table. His hairy little hand went straight for a small nail used to set up a warning array, gripping it tightly. He chuckled strangely, his fingertips digging into the cold nail until they pierced his palm skin, but he wouldn't let go.

Once they were old enough to run and jump, this sense of incongruity became a frightening habit.

Every morning, during the Taoist fundamental practice of breathing exercises, Black Owl would sit cross-legged with two streams of air subtly swirling under his nose.

The breath that was inhaled into his mouth and nose carried a faint, fishy wind, making the air within three feet around him seem turbid and viscous, devoid of any purity.

The birds and beasts in the mountains naturally feared him. Whenever the small figure of the black owl appeared, the beasts and birds seemed to see something extremely terrifying.

Even the spirit cranes and deer, which had been nurtured by the spirits of the Jiang family's blessed land and were quite intelligent, bristled with fear and scattered in all directions as soon as they smelled his presence from afar.

However, strangely enough, Black Owl also has a "positive" side.

Before he could crawl, he was already able to sit in the lotus position. He even carved a Buddhist shrine in the wall and meditated in it. His profound Buddhist wisdom was fully reflected in him.

Whenever one is about to harm or play with snakes, insects, rats, or ants, the Buddha-nature in one's heart will stop it.

Over time, the contradiction and violence within him became harmonious. Looking at it now, it may have been a mistake for him to force the violent nature of the Western metal element into his blood and spirit.

Of course, this thought only lingered in Jiang Shenhu's mind for a moment. He knew that once this ferocity was utilized after entering the Dao and cultivating the true methods of his sect, it would have unimaginable and enormous effects, and Black Owl would thank him in the future.

However, what worries him is Black Owl's distortion of the Daoist arts.

When he was three years old, he personally taught Hei Xiao the "Taiyin Zhengchan Mantra." This was a method to purify the mind and solidify one's foundation in Taoism, with each word precious and the sound long and peaceful. However, when the same syllables came out of Hei Xiao's mouth, they were thick and hoarse, like stones rubbing against each other in murky swamp. The old man supervising him next to him felt his skin crawl and exclaimed that it was eerie.

He started practicing swordsmanship at the age of nine, pushing this "uniqueness" to its extreme.

The other children in the family practiced the basic sword technique "Hanging Cloud Style." Their swords flashed gracefully, and although they were still young, they could all perform it with a certain elegance and fluidity.

But in Black Owl's hands, the wooden sword, which was about the same height as him, suddenly became strange and cunning.

The sword tip no longer nimbly stabs, but instinctively drills, pokes, and flicks downwards, targeting vital joints and other vulnerable areas. The angles are sinister, carrying a fierce and ruthless force that is completely out of place for someone of his age.

The hissing sound of the wooden sword cutting through the air didn't sound like martial arts practice; it sounded more like a venomous snake darting through the grass, waiting for its chance to devour someone.

After each drill, his small chest heaved violently, and what flashed in his eyes was not fatigue, but an almost thirsty excitement, which made Jiang Shenhu feel a chill run down his spine.

He had originally intended to correct Black Owl's childhood habit of practicing Buddhism and make him focus on the orthodox methods of the True Spirit Sect, but now it seems he has to wait. Perhaps practicing both Taoism and Buddhism in the future is also a viable path.

In light of this, Jiang Shenhu has been unable to make a definite judgment about the future of Hei Xiao's son.

Inside the Cloud Retreat, after sweeping the courtyard as usual, the five old men in yellow robes went one by one to the alcove in the backyard.

On the sword rack in front of the niche, one by one they tacitly picked up their swords, swiftly and quickly forming five groups, surrounding the Buddha niche on the wall. The blades in their hands emitted a cold light, flickering uncertainly in the dim light, like a serpent shaking its head.

Within the niche, the seated figure casts only a silent silhouette.

The person inside the niche slightly raised their fingers and palm, almost imperceptibly.

But in that instant, the five old accomplices suddenly moved in unison!

There were no shouts, no hisses, only the grinding sound of joints twisting, and five iron swords suddenly thrust out, their tips precisely tearing through the air, heading straight for the niche.

The person in the niche remained seated cross-legged with eyes downcast, his two hairy hands reaching out to grab at the air as if fighting against five spirit snakes, producing a series of clanging sounds and a flurry of cold stars.

Seeing that their first attack had missed, the five old accomplices immediately activated their sword formation, which moved like a cold, large snake winding through the mist. Their steps were intertwined and shifted, like snake scales rubbing against the ground. The sword light was the snake's tongue, cold and menacing, as they intertwined, advanced, and strangled each other.

"Wonderful!"

The person in the niche opened their eyes, and instantly a violent heat wave burst forth from their body. The Five Serpent Sword Formation was sprayed with pure Yang true intent from the heat wave, and water vapor evaporated from their Yin body, quickly forming a thin layer of white frost on the ground.

"Humph!"

Upon hearing this dissatisfied snort, the five servants all trembled.

Ignoring the fact that their Yin bodies were being burned by the pure Yang true intent, their formation suddenly changed. The five swords coiled and intertwined like snakes, their layers of sword light soft and dense, carrying a heavy, sticky force, as they pierced straight at that figure.

"This is decent."

The person inside the niche exhaled two streams of air from their nostrils, like two dark rays of light.

He grabbed the two beams of light in his hand, which transformed into two dark swords. He thrust them forward and spun them into the layers of dark, swirling sword light. They moved like butterflies falling into a thicket, and in a moment they passed through. The old man, who was wielding five swords, was shaken and hummed by the spun swords.

As the person in the niche passed through the formation, the five swords rang out and were already in the hands of the old accomplices.

Before the old men could even gasp in amazement, the two dark swords spun around, unleashing a move called "Soaring Serpent Enters the Cave." The person inside the niche swiftly moved in, his movements so fast that only a blurry afterimage remained. With a flick of his wrists, he slashed down with both swords, sweeping them across the room.

The moment the sword's edge approached, a surge of yang energy enveloped the yin bodies. Immediately, the five old servants felt a numbness in their yin bodies, their bodies slumped, and they knelt on the ground, saying, "Black Owl Tiger Lord's divine skills are unparalleled, and his swordsmanship is superb. This old servant is in awe."

"Boring!"

Jiang Heixiao released the two swords, which transformed into two streaks of dark light that he inhaled into his nose.

Two elderly men with blond hair and blue eyes stepped forward and protested, "Tiger Lord, there is a yang energy within your two strange lights and auras, which is too much of a nemesis to us."

The other three stiff, pale old men exchanged glances, cupped their hands in a gesture of respect, and praised in unison, "Tiger Lord's Yuan Yang Tong Zi Gong, which contains masculine energy, is even more powerful."

(End of this chapter)