Wet viviparity

Chapter 130: The monk arrives and is captured

At the foot of Zirong Peak, there were monks making pilgrimages, kneeling every three steps and knocking their heads every nine steps, reciting hymns to Nanhua Fire Virtue, their faces weathered and pious.

In the air, the mountain god of Zirong Peak appeared and silently watched the pilgrim monk.

Next to the mountain god were the mountain ghosts of the various peaks. They asked, "This man came from outside, why did you allow him to enter the peak?"

On the other side, standing at the foot of the mountain were the Yintu Cao people. They replied: "He is a Taoist from Taiping Mountain, one of the four Yin officials in Heshan Fang. He can come to the peak."

The mountain ghosts of the various peaks were displeased, and just as they were about to retort, they heard the mountain god say, "I have received the order from the ghost god Zhong Cheng, and you all should leave now."

"Yes!"

Upon hearing that Zhong Chengzi was a famous ghost god in southern Tian, ​​no matter how dissatisfied the mountain ghosts were, they had no choice but to suppress their dissatisfaction. And the people of Jihengshan Dicao were as if they had won a victory.

The mountain god stood in the void, watching the monk disappear into the depths of the mountain and arrive in front of a pavilion built against the mountain wall.

"Feibailou!"

When the monks saw the precious towers and the immortal scenery, they worshipped them several times.

"Where are you from?"

The boy who was welcoming guests in the building asked.

The monk was not surprised to see the boy's unfriendly tone. People said that he was a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister. The boy had been in the building for a long time and was afraid that he had seen too many immortals and winged guests.

The purpose of his visit this time was to investigate openly and secretly, to check the Taoist network of Feihu one by one, and to find out where this immortal was taking shelter.

Speaking of which, he has been investigating for many years and has visited people from all over the world. One has to admit that the number of relationships the old Taoist has accumulated when he was young is frightening.

If the old Taoist's future was not over, these relationships alone would be enough to make his master feel a little wary.

Zirong Peak was one of the places he was least willing to investigate, as if he was not careful he would offend some important figure.

However, after searching for the past few years, no clues about the celestial beings were found, which made the monks realize that their approach of taking the easy way out was just a futile waste of time.

He said to the boy who was welcoming guests in the building: "My Buddhist name is Huijin."

"Who asked you for your Dharma name? Do you have a Taoist name?"

Monk Huijin shook his head grimly. Only those who have reached the third stage of foundation building and have been granted talismans can have a Taoist name. It is not like a Buddhist Dharma name that can be easily obtained.

Seeing that the monk had no Taoist name, the boy showed obvious impatience on his face.

"I am here to inquire about something."

Monk Hui Jin took out a pearl and put it into the boy's sleeve, and asked, "I wonder if there is a boy from Heguan in the cave? No, he should be a young man with tied hair now."

The boy weighed the pearls in his sleeve and shook his head gently.

Monk Huijin knew that this did not mean that the young man was not available, but that the gifts were not enough.

After stuffing a dozen more pills into the mouth, Monk Huijin realized that the wolf cub was never satisfied with his food, and just as he was getting angry, he saw a familiar figure.

Just as I was about to greet him, I stopped.

In the fire cave that was glowing red, a young Taoist walked out. He looked imposing and high-spirited, nothing like the old man he used to be.

Monk Huijin unconsciously looked at him carefully.

The young Taoist was seen wearing a glittering golden crown, a black Taoist robe, a pair of small shoes with cloud-patterned patterns, and a red silk ribbon tied around his waist. His hand, tucked into his sleeve, was gently waving a dust tail.

Behind him, two children followed closely, one holding a small bag and the other holding a magic sword.

Before that person arrived, he had already given the monk Huijin a sense of majestic power, as if he were a true Taoist or a Buddhist disciple of a foreign sect.

"Brother Jintong!"

When the boys in Feibai Tower saw the young Taoist in the cave, they all vied with each other to greet him and called him "Senior Brother" continuously.

Monk Huijin stepped forward with courage, and just as he got within ten feet of the young Taoist, he clearly felt a sense of oppression and a gaze.

"It has been several years since we parted at Yintian Palace Spirit Garden. I didn't expect that you are more charming than before."

When Ji Ming first saw Monk Huijin, the expression on his face was really amazing. He almost spit out the energy in his lungs and suppressed the bald monk on the spot.

Seeing that Monk Huijin didn't seem to be looking for him, Ji Ming managed to calm down.

Then he lightly shook the dust tail in his hand, and pinched a Taoist seal. The thoughts in his mind turned rapidly, and the nine void warriors placed in the three yang meridians of his hands and feet were ready to go.

"Why do you want to visit the master?"

Ji Ming asked, pretending to be calm.

At this moment, the boy who was receiving Monk Huijin came running over and said to Ji Ming excitedly, "Brother Jintong, he is here to see you."

Monk Huijin's body trembled, his pupils shrank, and he looked at the young Taoist in front of him. Scenes of gambling in the spiritual garden in the past flashed through his mind, and he felt a sense of horror just because he was in the same mountain.

As soon as "Tian" opened his mouth, he saw the dust whisk swung down from above, followed by a huge force pressing down on him, pressing him to the ground and sinking deeply into the bricks and stones.

"you"

On the monk Huijin's body, dark golden shadows tried to break free, but under Ji Ming's powerful grasping move, they were all suppressed in the monk Huijin's body.

"What a force."

The six fingers holding the dust tail in Ji Ming's sleeves trembled, and it seemed that he couldn't suppress it even with his powerful grasping hand.

"Squeak."

Along with the friction sound of teeth biting, all 181 Vajra warriors in Monk Huijin's body exerted their strength together, and in one fell swoop raised the big grappling hand up half a zhang.

With a snap, the dust tail fell to the ground, and the six fingers that were grasping the dust tail in the sleeves were forced to open wide, and the powerful catching hand could no longer suppress it.

"One hundred and eighty-one Vajra Warriors."

Every time a strong man is trained, one needs a true Qi. One hundred and eighty-one people mean one hundred and eighty-one true Qis. And there is no telling how many inspirations can be transformed from these one hundred and eighty-one true Qis.

Master Ji Ming, Fei Huzi, was in the late stage of foundation building and was known as the "High Dragon and Tiger Skill". He had only cultivated more than 200 strong men before filling up the acupoints of the Ren, Du and Yang meridians. Most of them were cultivated after he reached the third stage of foundation building.

Ji Ming took a half step back, raised his hand slightly, and the dust tail flew into his hand. He flicked it again, and a pill flew into his mouth.

"Wind-repelling pill!"

Monk Huijin was shocked. This elixir had a bonus effect on spells like controlling the wind and air. He also contributed to the other party obtaining this elixir in the spirit garden.

He originally thought that the powerful grasping hand that had just suppressed him was so strong because he had taken the Wind-Repelling Pill.

"disease!"

Monk Huijin muttered something, waved his wide sleeves, and a sword light flew out.

"Evil monk, how can you be so presumptuous in front of the cave!"

Behind Ji Ming, Huamei Tong cursed loudly and raised the Liusu sword in his arms. The sword was immediately unsheathed and grappled with the sword of Monk Huijin.

Skylark Boy nervously pinched the bag of poison seeds.

Jin Tong once warned him that the Thousand Hands in the bag lies in its wonder rather than its strength, and the timing of releasing it on the enemy must be grasped well.

"Look at me getting you."

Ji Ming and monk Hui Jin were destined to fight to the death, but he had never expected that they would fight in front of the Huoxu Cave today. He had to end the battle quickly.

Then you have to quickly go to the master to apologize and explain the whole thing.

Otherwise, when the master himself understands the situation here and finds out his identity as a celestial being, the situation will be completely different, a passive one.

"My son, it's you"

Monk Huijin was about to curse when his body suddenly sank and he fell to his knees, with his bald head pressed to the ground.

"This is the Void Warrior."

The 181 Vajra Warriors he had placed outside did not come back to help, but instead rushed towards Ji Ming together.

For a moment, Ji Ming seemed to be trapped in a heavy shadow. He frowned and stood still. He shook the dust tail in his hand again, and a "dong" sound was heard.

Where Ji Ming stood, a huge handprint of strong energy fell.

A total of 113 overlapping Vajra Warriors around him were transformed into true Qi and returned to Huijin's physical body.

He swung the dust tail in his hand again, and the huge hand of internal energy turned, transforming it into a gas rope, shuttling back and forth in the air. The extreme speed made a rustling sound in the air.

The remaining Vajra Warriors were pierced by the Qi ropes.

Monk Huijin's face changed and he struggled hard. There was a friction sound on his body and the nine Void Warriors could no longer hold him down.

Just when his old strength had just gone and his new strength had not yet been generated, the skylark boy pulled the mouth of the bag, and a thin stream of light flashed out from the bag and hit the body of the monk Huijin.

Thousand Hands lay an inch below his ear, his hundred feet grasping his skin, and he thrust his poison hook fiercely. There was a resistance, but it could not stop his poison hook.

"Secret means can also harm me."

Monk Huijin raised his hand to slap the little poisonous insect sticking to his ear to death, but the air rope instantly bound his hands, preventing him from breaking free.

When Ji Ming saw the monk Huijin was tied up, he felt relieved. The fact that he captured the monk Huijin without using the White Bone Heart Pearl was enough to prove that his Taoism had made great progress.

"You thief, you evil beast, please stop being so arrogant."

Monk Huijin was already poisoned, but his strong physique made his voice as loud as a bell. Suddenly, a palm came flying at him, breaking all his teeth and knocking off half of his tongue.

Ji Ming bowed slightly to the old man who helped him and said, "Old man, please help me take care of this person temporarily. I need to apologize to the master."

(End of this chapter)