Wet viviparity

Chapter 99: Ghost Tiger, Trouble Comes From the Mouth
In this small circle, no matter whether they are humans or monsters, anyone with a discerning eye should know some facts. Huijin must have a way to win when he proposed to play this gambling game of fighting ghosts.

Ji Ming glanced at Li Muru, who was trying hard to control the smile on her face, fearing that others would know that she had drawn the good ghost and exclude her from the group of discerning people.

With a pair of wide sleeves dragging down his body and holding the jar, Ji Ming truly felt the control over the little ghost in the jar.

While he was sensing the strength of his control over the little ghost, he glanced at Yue Ke Lao.

This person is willing to take out the Wind-Repellent Pill as a bet, so I'm afraid there must be some means to restrict Huijin from cheating. It's impossible for him to give away a rare pill for charity!
Of course, Ji Ming would not fully expect Yue Ke Lao.

He glanced around, his wide sleeves brushed across the mouth of the altar, and a bead fell into it.

Hui Jin placed a large pottery jar in the middle and asked, "Who wants to gamble first?"

Da Pan and Xiao Ling Tong remained silent. Although Li Muru was eager to try, he still held back. Ji Ming spoke before Yue Ke Lao: "Let me do it!"

Hui Jin saw Ji Ming holding a jar, as if he had held a powerful ghost, and said with a smile: "Okay, you and I will each release the little ghost into the jar to fight."

Ji Ming opened the lid of the altar and said, "My little ghost seems to be very timid. How about entering my altar and fighting?"

"How can this be possible?" Hui Jin shook his head, showed the large jar to everyone, and said, "This ghost fight is just like a cricket fight. It's all about the struggle. It's clear at a glance."

After Hui Jin said this, Ji Ming didn't know what to say and could only quickly change his strategy.

The white bone beads in the altar turned into a round light that illuminated the hanged ghost, and all the methods and secret spells that had been inflicted on his ghost body were gathered and sealed.

Such operation is already the magical effect of the treasure.

Ji Ming's White Bone Heart Bead was only a hair's breadth away from the treasure, but it was a bit difficult to use its magical powers other than "Heart Bead".

Ji Ming's face turned pale, and Hui Jin seemed to have sensed something and his face darkened.

"it is good!"

The eyes of the old man Yue Ke flashed with brilliance, and he clapped his hands and said, "Please drive the ghost into the urn."

Ji Ming opened the lid of the jar, and the hanged ghost's purple face had turned red, revealing his ferocious nature, but under Ji Ming's gaze, he still obediently threw himself into the big jar.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the hanged ghost looked just like a wild ghost that had never been tamed, and was full of ferocity, almost as fierce as an evil ghost.

For a moment, Ji Ming received many looks, some of which were filled with awe, some with fear.

Hui Jin had long lost his calm and composed demeanor as if everything was in control. He lifted the lid of his own jar and a tiger shadow accompanied by a whistling cold wind sank into the large jar.

"Ghost Tiger!" The knowledgeable Xiao Lingtong shouted, and then shouted angrily at Huijin: "You must have practiced the "Five Ghosts Soul-Severing Palm."

The Five Ghosts Soul-Severing Palm is a well-known secret martial art. It is estimated that six out of ten casual practitioners have practiced it.

The magic skill developed from this secret practice is even more famous and is called the "Five Ghosts Moving Technique".

Ji Ming heard that this secret skill was practiced by nourishing five ghosts and swallowing the hair and fingernails of zombies to make Yin Dantou. After the skill was perfected, when one struck out with his palm, there would be phantom sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Ji Ming looked at Li Muru again, but this time he didn't look at her and asked directly, "What's the connection between the Ghost Tiger and the Five Ghosts Soul-Severing Palm?"

"When a mountain tiger becomes a spirit, it has its own magic tricks to 'act as an accomplice to the tiger'.

If this type of tiger spirit becomes a ghost after death, it can still control the ghosts it trained during its lifetime to cause chaos.

If a cultivator who practices the Five Ghosts Soul-Severing Palm can capture a ghost tiger, he can use it to control the ghosts and practice this skill without having to spend too much energy on raising ghosts. "

As he spoke, Li Muru looked at Ji Ming steadily and said, "I guess the ones we chose were all the ghosts he raised while practicing martial arts. He just didn't expect that you were one step ahead of him and actually let the ghosts return to their original nature and not be controlled by the ghost tiger, so he had no choice but to release the ghost tiger for a fight."

Hui Jin stared at Ji Ming, feeling very annoyed.

He raised seven or eight ghosts, which he could use for practicing martial arts and for gambling and fighting.

Originally, he didn't need to quietly replace the ghost in the jar with the ghost tiger. He only needed to let his own ghost tiger secretly control it. No matter which ghost the opponent used, he would win in the end.
Inside the jar, the hanged ghost and the ghost tiger were fighting each other. When the fight was fierce, it was like two balls of black air entangled and swirling inside the jar, unable to distinguish between them.

Hui Jin puts all his energy into controlling the ghost tiger, while Ji Ming just lets the hanged ghost fight with his ferocity.

Ji Ming knew that his winning strategy at this moment was to disturb Hui Jin's mind, so he said, "Today I saw a four-armed monk in front of Yintian Palace. He had a solemn appearance and I felt a liking for him. I wonder what his relationship is with you, brother?"

Hui Jin pretended to be calm and composed, and replied, "It is my master, Zen Master Su Luo!"

Ji Ming glanced at Li Muru for the second time and said to Hui Jin in surprise, "It turned out to be the Taoist monk who practices both Taoism and Buddhism and is also known as Su Luozi or Master Su Luo."

Hui Jin sensed Ji Ming's ill intentions and did not respond.

Li Muru finally understood a little and said, "What high monk? I heard from my master that Su Luozi was doing evil things against nature. Sooner or later, he will be punished by heaven and destroyed by something."

"Heaven!"

Reminded by Ji Ming, Li Muru quickly added: "Yes, he was destroyed by the gods."

Hui Jin's face turned pale. Although he knew that the two were deliberately speaking ill of him in order to disrupt his control of the ghost tiger, he still felt a surge of anger in his heart.

Li Muru's mouth seemed to be filled with poison as she sprayed it at Suluozi, but Huijin couldn't refute her.

When heaven and earth block one's way, it is like a scandal stamped by heaven, which cannot be simply erased by turning black into white.

"enough!"

After being scolded for a long time, veins popped up on Hui Jin's forehead. He could no longer hold back. He was so angry that even Buddha would be angry. He shouted, "What's that celestial being? He's lucky he didn't die in his mother's womb.

If he dares to take the examination to become a Taoist priest next time, we brothers will be waiting for him."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ji Ming clenched his fists in his sleeves, then unclenched them again, while beads of sweat began to appear on Hui Jin's shiny bald head.

After the secret of the sect was revealed, Huijin felt very uneasy for a moment. He did not dare to stay any longer and wanted to get up and leave, but his body did not move at all.

Old Yue Ke pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Little monk, is our gambling game over?"

"I give up." Hui Jin had a dejected look on his face. He threw down a piece of gloomy wood, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and only wanted to leave here as soon as possible.

"He must be afraid that his master will know about this."

As soon as Li Muru finished speaking, Monk Huijin's face turned even paler. He wanted to say something to ease the situation, but he couldn't open his mouth. It was really frustrating.

Ji Ming was still thinking about Hui Jin's words. As far as he knew, there were four Zen masters in the Sibeiyun Temple who had personally taught.

On Liuya Mountain, the monk Zhengguo had been killed by his heart-piercing bead, which meant that the fellow disciples Huikou mentioned were the remaining two.

If he killed Huijin here, there would only be two people who could be identified and killed by the Taoists during the assessment.

When he thought of this, Ji Ming couldn't hold back his murderous intent. He felt that Hui Jin's bald head was really cute and wanted to hold it in his hands and play with it.

“Hui Jin, the second stage of Qi Refining.

He is good at using a flying sword and knows the Five Ghosts Soul-Severing Palm. He is also suspected to have practiced the Taiping Mountain Great Zhoutian Qi Refining Method "Zuoshan Lishi Sutra".

The rest is unknown.”

Calculating Hui Jin's Taoist skills in his mind, Ji Ming suddenly felt that the bald head was not so easy to remove, and he was not as useless as Zhengguo Monk.

I really don’t know what kind of Taoist skills the remaining two Suluo disciples have.

(End of this chapter)