Wet viviparity

Chapter 909 Drawbacks, Paulownia Wood
Ji Ming was not surprised by Lady Qiyun's desire.

He spent considerable time and effort drafting "Several Detailed Rules for the Estimate of Spiritual Resources," and kept a close eye on the cabinet's lobbying efforts with the various sects in Tiannan. He also explained the prospects of the Precious Resources, Merits, and Spiritual Court to Lu Zhenjun and the patriarchs. Was it all just for playing around with official documents and money-related games?

Ultimately, it all comes down to the future Earth Immortal Grand Lesson: "Spreading the Dao among mortals, and making merit in the Dao." Only by revitalizing the grand chessboard of Tiannan, enabling all sects to prosper, all industries to flourish, and the Daoist spirit to flourish, will Ji Ming inevitably receive a share of the merits that are earned by anyone in the future.

Lady Qiyun, for example, sensed the immense opportunity involved. Despite the risk of angering Zen Master Caihu, she came to inform him, hoping to receive substantial assistance and become the founding patriarch of her sect, thus sharing in the merit.

Judging from the current situation, Madam Qiyun is indeed capable and ambitious, and more importantly, he is very interested in the ulterior motives hidden in Madam Qiyun's heart.

Unfortunately, after he mastered the "Taiyi Hunyuan Yiqi Dishen Huafa" technique, he already had a plan for the first reincarnation of the primordial body he cultivated. Xiandao Shen was his first choice, but Lady Qiyun's pregnancy was not out of the question.

King Yin'e, in the form of Panxian, entered Lady Qiyun's womb and willingly became a ghost fetus. After being born, whether it is a god or a ghost, or neither, is an unknown that arouses great curiosity.

As Lu Zhenjun said, the techniques or objects one creates can hardly surpass the limits of one's imagination. Their possibilities are always on the edge of the known. Only by pursuing the unknown in chaos can one break through the supreme path of self.

Ji Ming admitted that he had been influenced by Lu Zhenjun, an influence that made him think, "If I were Lu Zhenjun, what would I do about this cultivation method?"

Even though he knew that everyone had their own path and their own way of doing things, he still couldn't help but think that way, to the point that he even suspected that he had fallen under Lu Zhenjun's Mind-Shifting Technique.

Of course, this influence also shows that he genuinely agrees with Lu Zhenjun and admires his courage to explore the unknown. This is the true cultivator, the "giant" who can lead the entire civilization forward.

Ji Ming boldly used the Divine Interference Eye of the Perilous Path in an attempt to manipulate the power of reincarnation. This was a challenge to the unknown and unpredictable dangers. Even though he had only just taken the first step, he was genuinely happy for his courage.

"I agreed."

Without letting Madam Qiyun remain uneasy for too long, Ji Ming said, "Go to the Jingsi Hall in the detached residence, where you can participate in this calming meeting."

“There are special envoys from Nanmu Mountain and the Five Immortals Sect at the Dingxin Conference. My appearance here will surely arouse their vigilance, thus making the Zen Master realize that his information has been leaked.”

"It's alright. I just want him to know that I know what he's doing. If he still insists on going his own way and disrupts the grand council in a few months, then don't blame my entire sect, as well as all the patriarchs and immortals of his grotto heaven, for regarding him as an enemy."

People in different positions think differently.

Lady Qiyun, lacking any powerful background, was accustomed to handling things independently and naturally couldn't understand Ji Ming's current mindset.

After leaving the Nest Residence and arriving at the Grass Floating Villa, Lady Qiyun realized that Ling Xuzi did not seem to have any intention of taking charge of the Dingxin Society. Only then did she understand that with Ling Xuzi's current status, he had reached the point where he could completely let go and retire behind the scenes.

"lady."

Wen Daoyu called out softly and handed a jade scroll to Madam Qiyun, saying with a smile, "This is the Spiritual Fund Allocation and Mutual Assistance Regulations from the 'Detailed Rules for Spiritual Fund Estimation,' which has six chapters in total. If you have any questions, you can ask Junior Brother Moya."

"The first article of the General Chapter is hereby established in accordance with the decrees of the patriarchs of the Jade Terrace of the Heavenly Palace, in accordance with the virtue of Heaven’s love for life and in mind the suffering of all living beings after the calamity. The purpose is to allocate public spiritual funds to assist the damaged sects in Tiannan to rebuild their mountain gates and restore their spiritual lineage, so as to demonstrate the magnificence of the Heavenly Way and jointly look forward to peace and tranquility in the world."

As she read the regulations in the jade slip and listened to the voices of the various sects around her, haggling like market vendors, some of the Taoists were arguing heatedly over a little bit of money and interest, completely disregarding the dignity of immortals, which made her feel contemptuous.

She tried hard to fit in, but always felt out of place.

Could it be that her pursuit of establishing a religion and her desire to participate in such a grand event began in this way? It turns out that after crossing a mountain, the scenery there was indeed not as interesting as she had imagined.

Deep within the Tianteng Mountains of the Southern Wilderness lies the ancestral temple of Tianteng Mountain—the Wutong Tree.

This tree is entirely crimson, with branches and leaves like flames. Its trunk is so thick that it takes a hundred people to encircle it. Platforms and pavilions naturally form between its branches, making it a symbol of the supreme power and virtue of Tianteng Mountain.

At this moment, on a wide platform at the highest point, shaped like a bird's nest, various exotic flowers and plants grow. A black tiger sits cross-legged here, several feet tall, wearing an old kasaya, with a string of prayer beads around its neck, and a halo of Buddhist rainbow around its body.

The black tiger raised one of its front paws, forming a strange Buddhist mudra. The tip of the paw gleamed with a cold light. Its tiger face had a half-smile, and its vertical pupils were fixed on a fire well deep in the lair.

"Namo Longjia Supreme Buddha!"

Black Tiger uttered a Buddhist chant and said, “My mother has long resided in the Southern Wilderness, possessing the fiery position of this land, and with the phoenix tree as the foundation of our sect, our sect has flourished. However, the fiery nature contained within this place and this tree is extremely intense. Ordinary Taoists and demons who cultivate here will inevitably have their hearts tainted by this fiery nature. If they are provoked by external evils, their fiery nature will inevitably erupt at will, and they will have to fight to the death to extinguish the fire in their hearts. Over time, their temper and irritability become even more unbearable, and no matter how strong their spiritual cultivation is, it will eventually be released.”

If it cannot be reborn and sprout new branches, relying solely on the treasures of the cold souls found at the North and South Poles to resolve it will still be a drop in the ocean.

Black Tiger was none other than Zen Master Caihu. Instead of discussing serious matters, he brought up the issue of Tianteng Mountain and the Wutong Tree hindering the cultivation of the disciples of the Weide Old Mother, which was actually a veiled attack.

Beneath the fire well in the nest, one, two, and five red firebird heads emerged, each with its neck feathers fluttering and flames dancing, saying to Zen Master Caihu: "Zen Master, please speak frankly; I dislike beating around the bush."

Zen Master Caihu's beard trembled slightly. He stared at the five heads for a long time, then suddenly realized, "The old mother has indeed broken through the void and is now one of us."

Since that's the case, then this humble monk will speak frankly: this grand council of Taiping Mountain, seemingly benefiting all of Tiannan, is in reality a strategy of annexation. With precious coins as chains and the Spirit Court as a cage, within two hundred years, all the sects of Tiannan will become its vassals, with no autonomy whatsoever.

With thousands of years of history, Tianteng Mountain has dominated the southern wilderness. Would it willingly bow down and submit, handing over its ancestral heritage to another?!

"Fuck away!"

The five voices sang in unison.

Zen Master Caihu was taken aback by the remark, his expression stiffening for a moment. Then, without changing his expression, he said, "This humble monk has already instructed several sects within the mountains to refuse to attend the Grand Council. However, there are bound to be opportunists in the mountains, and this news will surely leak out."

I think this should serve as a wake-up call for Little Sage Lingxu. If my mother can join me in resisting the Great Council, their scheme will crumble on its own in three hundred years.”

"Why?"

"The Lingting system has violated the heavenly rules and encroached on the authority of the heavens. The fact that it can be established now is entirely due to the righteous cause of 'assisting the damaged sects in Tiannan to rebuild their mountain gates and restore their spiritual veins, so as to demonstrate the magnificence of the heavens and jointly hope for peace and tranquility in the world'."

Three hundred years, just three hundred years. By then, all families will have recovered their strength, and there will be no way to continue.

"This is your way of breaking the deadlock. Three hundred years from now, the fate of all the sects in Tiannan will probably be in the hands of Taiping Mountain. Besides, even if we stay out of it, it won't be that easy."

“What my mother said is absolutely right; staying out of it is certainly the worst approach.”

My solution lies not in obstruction, but in addressing the root cause and starting afresh.

He paused for a moment, observing the reaction of the five bird heads of the old woman of Weide. Seeing that she was indeed interested, he continued, "Lingxuzi's plan has a fatal flaw—the drawback of the distribution of merits!"

"Merit?"

From within the fire well, the old woman of Weide repeated herself with a hint of doubt, then suddenly seemed to understand.

"At the Grand Council, Lingxuzi will surely promote the idea of ​​building and sharing together, which will bring immeasurable merit."

At that time, the old mother can represent Tianteng Mountain, and even unite with many sects in the Southern Wilderness who have doubts, to make a reasonable request: to establish an inspection delegation outside the Spirit Court.

"Taiping Mountain will not give in so easily."

"Then let's use force to promote talks."

The Zen master spoke with resounding conviction.

"That's what I wanted to hear. So, how should we play?"

Mother Weide knew that it was definitely not a head-on battle. Even if they were tied up, they would not be a match for Ancestor Ganxiong. Therefore, the Zen master's words about using fighting to promote conversation must have many hidden meanings.

(End of this chapter)