Wet viviparity

Chapter 780 Drill, Minor Derivation Numbers
Having received Ji Ming's decree, Shu Si went to contact various places.

After everything was settled, he and the Bright Moon Boy arrived at a steep, unnamed peak outside Crane Mountain.

At the summit, there is a natural stone plateau, flat as a mirror, with a vast sea of ​​clouds stretching out before you, bathed in golden light.

In the center of the stone platform, an incense table had already been set up, with three sticks of incense rising straight up, their smoke condensing and not dissipating, reaching straight up to the Milky Way and the stars, beckoning someone to come.

Before long, a figure descended from a height of ten thousand feet, and only stopped when it reached a height of six feet, slowly hovering on the ground without touching the dust.

Apart from a pair of lotus-white bare feet, the newcomer was completely concealed in a shawl that resembled the deep glow of night. If Rat Four hadn't seen the newcomer with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe that someone existed before him.

This discrepancy in perception is clearly caused by some kind of magic or treasure.

"Fairy Maiden!"

The rat bowed and said.

He understood that the fairy maiden had prepared a plan for the secrets of this apprenticeship ceremony.

The night-covering shawl loosened from its close-fitting state, revealing the Green Fairy's pair of bright eyes. She said, "This shawl is made from silk refined from the gloom of the underworld. It can conceal one's aura, making it difficult for even the most discerning eyes to detect. In addition to this one, I have prepared five other handkerchiefs for this operation."

As he spoke, he took five handkerchiefs from his sleeve and gave them to Mouse Four.

“This matter is of utmost importance. Since receiving the message from the Master, I have been preparing at the Heavenly Mystery Platform. Today, I have ordered you to set up an incense table and arrive early so that you may become familiar with the use of the Jade Hook and Split Hook and be able to practice it skillfully.”

“The fairy maiden has considered everything carefully; the monk can rest assured.”

"Shu Si said from the bottom of his heart."

Beside her, the Bright Moon Boy took off the magic weapon, the Jade Severing Hook, which he always carried with him and presented it to the fairy maiden. "Sister-in-law Green Flower, I have already properly activated the spiritual energy within this magic weapon. You can rest assured to activate it."

"good!"

Green Flower nodded and took the hook, which resembled a crescent moon.

Then he pointed to the incense table, and the three incense sticks burned out in an instant. The smoke condensed and did not dissipate, filling the entire stone platform and rising in a rolling motion.

When the smoke rises to a height of about ten feet, it stops rising and instead slowly sinks, like an invisible smoke hood that envelops the entire area of ​​the incense table within a radius of three feet.

Inside the smoke hood, the light and shadow were slightly distorted, and all the sounds and sights of the outside world became hazy and distant. It had become a world of its own, isolated from detection by the inside and outside. Green Flower said from within: "You all go and prepare early. I will appear as soon as the order is given."

“A banquet is not a good banquet, and etiquette is not good manners.”

In the secluded room of Yanbo Nunnery on Wei Niao Mountain, a Taoist priest was shaking his whisk, his body rising and falling with the mist and clouds, muttering to himself.

Before the Taoist priest, a young Taoist boy held an invitation and said excitedly, "Master, what a wonderful banquet and ceremony! Master Lingxu is one of the most outstanding masters in Tiannan. I never expected him to give our Yanbo Temple such great honor. Please come and pay your respects."

"What a huge honor!"

The Taoist sighed, then stretched out his withered, bird-claw-like fingers and gently manipulated the void in front of him.

There were no physical objects in the void, but dozens of tiny particles of light and dust of different colors were suspended. These particles were not stationary, but moved slowly according to a certain numerological trajectory. This was the Minor Derivation of the Hundred Birds Inspiration, painstakingly developed by the Hundred Birds Master.

This luminous dust spirit map is formed by the small derivation number taking the qi from all directions and manifesting it. Each grain of luminous dust corresponds to the subtle movement of a force, a person, or a spiritual hub of a land vein.

What is now manifesting is naturally the subtle movement at Heguan.

Suddenly, his fingertips paused slightly.

A tiny, almost transparent, pale blue speck of light silently drifted into the spiritual map before my fingertips from the southwestern horizon.

This speck of dust, so small and fleeting, moved like the wind within the spiritual diagram, churning the mysteries into a chaotic mess. If it weren't for the fact that the perception of the Hundred Birds Immortal in the Lesser Derivation of Numbers had reached a state of perfection, it would have been almost impossible to detect this speck of dust. One might have thought that one's own power was insufficient to deduce the mysteries of Crane Temple.

"Mage!"

Shangzhen's eyes were deep and clear; he understood who was trying to confuse him.

He moved his fingertips again, channeling the vast demonic magic around him, and slowly manipulated a point on the spirit map. A speck of light representing Ding Ruyi of He Guan suddenly shone brightly, with several faint lights around it connecting to it, and mysteries flowing within. Overcoming the resistance, he pushed the spirit map here, and Shang Zhen was already carrying a mountain on his shoulders, causing the entire Yanbo Temple to sink as if it could not bear the weight.

Even at this point, Shangzhen still did not give up. With his fingertips moving like lightning, he touched the mystery connecting the two specks of light that represented Ding Ruyi and Leng Cuishan.

The moment it touched the point, the entire finger was twisted dozens of times.

Bai Qin Shang Zhen didn't speak, but frowned and plucked off the twisted finger, slowly rubbing it into ash in his palm. A new finger had already grown from the broken finger, but its skin was lighter. He thought to himself, "Strange thing, the Three Wonders and Six Instruments are in disarray... the Five Elements are reversed..."

He took the invitation from the boy's hand again. On the invitation was a single line of neat handwriting: "My disciple Ruyi is performing the apprenticeship ceremony and sincerely invites the Venerable One to come and witness the ceremony."

"teacher!"

The child was quite frightened by the commotion.

"Go outside the temple to greet your three senior brothers."

Bai Qin Shang Zhen waved his hand, looking slightly tired, and said.

Outside the nunnery, three figures strode in without waiting for the young Taoist to come out and greet them, appearing hasty and reckless.

Among the three, the one walking quickly ahead was a man with disheveled hair and a long face, dressed in a hempen Taoist robe, leaning on a long-handled double-pronged iron fork, each prong pierced with a bloodstained fetus that kept whimpering.

"Master, we can't just sit here and wait to die."

The long-faced man leaned the iron fork against the door, knelt down with a thud, and shouted.

The two then followed suit, kowtowing repeatedly until they made holes in the ground.

“That monk has no relation to you, why would he invite you? His purpose is nothing more than the Yunyu Temple. We brothers are the temple’s right-hand men. Once you’re no longer an obstacle, he can deal with us without restraint.”

“After my transformation, the three of you have become increasingly audacious and reckless, indulging the demons and the spirits in the Cloud and Rain Temple to collude. You have turned the once peaceful Hundred Birds Mountain into a chaotic mess, and now you still have the nerve to come here and make wild guesses.”

“Master, we’re family, so let’s not be so formal. The three of us were trained by you. If you were truly determined to clean house, you would have dealt with us long ago.”

"That's what the long-faced man said."

"Yes, Master, in the end, you're still afraid of being punished by the gods in the temple."

The next fat man said heartlessly.

The last person added, "Don't even mention the God Lord, those four fierce generals in Yunfu are enough to give Master a hard time."

With profound forbearance, Shangzhen restrained his anger and sighed, "Before my reincarnation, my senior brother, the Martial Ape Master, advised me that after I left, the Hundred Birds Mountain, the sect of demons, would surely fall into evil and demonic ways and could not remain in the world for long. He instructed me to take you all down to the underworld before my reincarnation."

But seeing that you were young at the time and there was still room for salvation, I only eliminated the thirty-nine core members of the demons on Hundred Birds Mountain.

Then I sealed the entire Hundred Birds Mountain, along with the hundreds of unenlightened monsters I had gathered from all directions, beneath the lake, so that I could educate them after my next tribulation.

However, I still miscalculated, which led to the three of you becoming your own foes, leading Hundred Birds Mountain to submit to the Cloud and Rain Temple, wholeheartedly serving as its lackeys and vanguard.

“Master, let’s not beat around the bush. You gave us three brothers this invitation and secretly invited us over, just to discuss how to deal with that sorcerer. Why bring up that old, trivial matter again?”

"It's not about dealing with it, it's about just getting by."

Baiqin Shangzhen regained some composure, corrected himself, and continued, "The messenger was an ape demon. Obviously, He Guan was reminding me that the foundation of my previous life as a water ape spirit had been calculated, and he was trying to intimidate me."

To be honest, I really wish you bunch of bastards would all be wiped out at once.

"Ha ha!"

The fat man clapped his hands and said, "No matter how much Master Lingxu calculates, he certainly can't have foreseen that you, Master, simply can't let go of the burden of Hundred Birds Mountain. No matter how many tricks you use to intimidate us, you will still protect us."

His apprenticeship ceremony was clearly a performance for the blind.

(End of this chapter)