Wet viviparity

Chapter 906 The Underworld, the Education Bureau
In the late summer of the Jiazi year, in the underworld of Haoli.

This place is not an ordinary gathering place for ghosts; it is a quiet place under the jurisdiction of the Southern Ghost Kings Tu and Lei, called "Kusafu Beppu".

This mansion is not constructed of brick, stone, wood, or beams. Instead, it is built with the aerial roots of an ancient banyan tree that has been growing for tens of thousands of years. These aerial roots are like high arch bridges, supporting each other. Below them are groves of bamboo and emerald green bamboo, covered with dark green moss, forming a natural palace.

Outside the mansion, the river water drawn from the Bitter Sea flows silently, encircling the ancient banyan tree of Yinhua, and meandering through the dark bamboo forest. Through the gaps in the forest, one can see the soul-guiding lanterns floating on the river, casting a hazy light and shadow on the surroundings, creating an exceptionally tranquil atmosphere.

Mi Posuo and Mo Yazi came here together on the riverbank.

Mi Posuo is where an infant came out to play, while Moyaizi is where a spirit came out of its body.

Although the two were of the same clan, their relationship was not harmonious. Mo Ya Zi considered himself a supporter of Xiao Sheng, a member of the Shen Gang Palace, and a staunch supporter of the Great Council. He deeply despised the Mi family's conservative family ideology.

He tried to persuade the older generation of the Mi family more than once, but through his interactions with them, he deeply realized what it meant to talk to a brick wall.

From that moment on, he understood that the Mi family had to lose several groups of people in order to adapt to the survival methods of this new era; otherwise, they would be eliminated.

After a moment of silence, Mo Ya Zi finally spoke, saying, "At this meeting to reassure you, my esteemed uncle, being able to attend as a member of the council, you must be very careful with your words and actions. The cabinet is not like a family or the upper house. My esteemed uncle has not made any contributions and his position is unstable, so his situation must be precarious."

“I know they see me as a lucky charm.”

Mi Posuo displayed a more carefree attitude than Mo Yazi had imagined, and said.

Mo Ya Zi didn't know if his great-uncle was truly carefree or just putting on a brave face, but in a sense, regardless of whether he agreed or not, the two were already allies within the Shen Gang Palace, at least in the eyes of others. He had no choice but to make his great-uncle realize the current situation.

"Grand Uncle, there's no need to be discouraged. Among the few seats already appointed in the cabinet, your skill is the highest. Moreover, your lucky summoning of the Thunder God General 'Blazing Fire Salamander' from the Electricity Exorcism Academy during that duel has already made you famous."

Other families may not know about the ritual of invoking the Tongjiao, but Moyazi certainly does. The effect of this ritual is like drawing lots. It's estimated that his great-uncle won't be able to summon the Xuanhuo Zhenyuan a second time in the next one or two hundred years.

"Relax. Unless absolutely necessary, I will never use any more rituals or ceremonies. That way, people will only know that I can summon the Fire Salamander."

As she spoke, Mi Posuo turned her prayer beads and said wistfully, "I have been imprisoned on Yushan Island for many years. The moment I was born, I had to fight with the Little Saint. It seems that Heaven wants me to earn such a great reputation, which I will certainly cherish."

"All intelligence regarding your past encounters must be kept completely confidential."

Mo Yazi then changed the subject, saying, "As for the other members of the Mi family, apart from those who have just passed the Daoist exam and their newly initiated disciples, the rest have been expelled from the ancestral peak and scattered to various altars."

Seeing that Mi Posuo remained silent, Mo Yazi said urgently, "Grand Uncle, since Xiao Sheng has said those words, even if he has changed his mind and will no longer pursue the Mi family, there will be people in Shen Gang Palace, and even inside and outside Taiping Mountain, to help him realize 'words become law,' maintain his authority, and ensure his benevolence."

Mi Posuo nodded in agreement and said, "It's already being done."

Mo Yazi stopped and looked at his old uncle with great surprise. He hadn't expected his old uncle to have such awareness and to be able to seize such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity so decisively.

"Of the seven members of the cabinet, there are currently two: Wen Daoyu of He Guan and Lin Shuijun; one: Liu An of Jia Feng; one: Shangguan Yun of the Shangguan family, a major clan in the branch altars; and now, with the addition of you, my great-uncle, the remaining two are probably Zhang Xiaoyuan of Shangfu and You Rongzi of Tianhe Peak."

"It seems that this spot should have belonged to Yi Feng."

Mi Posuo said.

Mo Yazi, who was born in Yifeng, looked at his great-uncle with a resentful expression. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw a wet, long hair floating in the river, drifting downstream.

What kind of ghosts are these?

With a flick of his wrist, Mo Yazi revealed the incense burner and other magical artifacts in his palm.

"Whee!"

"Ha ha!"

The mocking laughter of children came from all directions, interspersed with the voices of women, "Take me to find Lingxuzi."

"Insolence!" Mi Posuo's primordial spirit infant shook on the spot, transforming into a circle of mirror light that constantly reflected the surrounding scenery. As the mirror light expanded and contracted, six balls of Five Elements Thunder and Fire immediately burst on the river surface, directly evaporating that section of the river water.

The thunder and lightning subsided, and the river flowed back in, revealing five short figures within the rising steam. "The Five Demonic Devils!"

Mi Posuo said with great apprehension.

"It's you, Lady Qiyun." Upon seeing this signature menacing figure, Mo Yazi immediately identified the visitor.

Five short figures disappeared, and wet hair rose from the surging river, spreading out like a curtain and hanging over the water, behind which a graceful figure could be vaguely seen.

"I have something important to discuss with Lingxuzi immediately."

This matter should not be publicized. I had already contacted Wen Daoyu, but he was unable to leave because he was presiding over the Meditation Conference at the Jingsi Hall in Caofu Villa. He was also afraid that this matter would be discovered by the old monster of another sect, so he asked me to wait for you here.”

Mi Posuo snorted coldly and said unhappily, "No wonder he made us take this road."

“Grand Uncle, I’ll take her there. You go to the other residence first; we need you to oversee things there.”

"it is good!"

Mi Posuo nodded slightly, and then vanished in a flash of spiritual light.

Behind the curtain, Madam Qiyun covered her mouth and chuckled, saying, "Why do you doubt me? I have the token given to me by Wen Daoyu. There's no need to have your old great-uncle confirm it with Wen Daoyu again."

When Lady Qiyun exposed his thoughts, Mo Yazi was not embarrassed at all. After seeing the other party's token, he led the way and said, "Little Saint is not in the Meditation Hall. He and the two Ghost Kings are living in the Ancient Banyan Nest. Even if you have ulterior motives, do you think you can cause any trouble there?"

Behind the veil, a pale hand parted the curtain, revealing half of a tiger's face, which was filled with reminiscence. "Who could have imagined that the Lingnan Daoist General who once visited my Shenshuang Nunnery would become the peerless Lingxu Little Saint in the mortal world?"

Deep within the Kusafuki Beppu, the gnarled trunk of an ancient banyan tree forms a spacious cavern.

The dim light shining through the damp moss was even stronger, illuminating the banyan wood grain on the four walls like winding dragons and snakes, creating a unique and rustic charm.

Nest dwells in the center, with a smooth root nodule serving as the chessboard. Ji Ming and the two deities, Tu and Lei, sit facing each other outside the chessboard.

At this moment, these two extraordinary individuals were like children just starting out in school, scratching their heads and staring intently at the chessboard, their expressions a mixture of distress and excitement.

On this chessboard, black and white pieces are scattered, but unlike ordinary chess games with clear lines and hidden dangers, they reveal a strange "rule".

"Wonderful!
Brilliant!

Tu clapped his hands in admiration, pointing to the black piece that Ji Ming had just placed, "Little Sage's move was a trial balloon, seemingly a trap, but in reality, it was a way to lure the enemy in. If Lei had been greedy and captured that piece, he would have fallen into the ambush." ​​Although he saw through the trap at a glance, he did not think that Ling Xuzi's chess skills were lacking; on the contrary, his face was full of admiration.

Lei frowned, holding a white piece, hesitating for a long time, then with a "snap" placed it on a seemingly insignificant corner, and said smugly, "Look at my blind tortoise and driftwood move, how about it? Does it capture some of the essence of the Little Sage's chess method?"

Ji Ming, holding a black piece, shook his head upon hearing this and advised, "Brother Lei, the purpose of this move is not to occupy territory, but to show weakness."

You need to make your opponent feel that you have a weakness in this area, causing them to underestimate you, so that you can launch a surprise attack later, making their victory precarious and leaving them feeling exhilarated.

As he spoke, he casually placed the chess piece on another spot, and the situation of the entire game subtly changed again. Tu, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly realized, "Little Saint's chess is no, no, this unique chess style is truly profound and profound."

Lei was filled with emotion and said, "I had only heard that the Little Sage had gained the favor of the Yin Goddess with his profound chess skills. Today, I have witnessed it in person and I know what it means to turn the rotten into the miraculous."

The chess of battle and conquest, like a fierce duel on the battlefield, is intense but lacks artistry. The Little Sage's chess, however, is like a master butcher skillfully carving up an ox, using nothing to penetrate the spaces between things with ease and grace, aligning more closely with the natural order of the Dao. No wonder it caught the eye of the Divine Mother!

Listening to the flattery of the two divine beings, Ji Ming laughed loudly and said, "Brothers, rest assured, I will do my best to teach you the fixed patterns of this game, and one day you will also be able to make a name for yourselves in the Moon Palace."

"I'm counting on you, Brother Xiao Sheng."

Tu and Lei said in unison.

Ji Ming suddenly put down the chess piece, changed the subject, and asked, "What's the situation with the Pleiades Star Lord?"

(End of this chapter)