Wet viviparity

Chapter 485: The disabled, the killing intent rises
Lu Daojun knew that he had mentioned this matter to Lingxuzi before. At that time, it was said that Baicaozi was an official in the Yanshou Palace in heaven.

However, he did not tell Baicaozi's position in the palace at that time. He did not expect Lingxuzi to ask this question suddenly. Soon he remembered that when he was traveling in the sky, he heard that in the Yanshou Palace, Hetong and Canglu, who were under the seat of the old star god, were not in harmony.

Perhaps this kind of relationship has extended to the factions within the palace.

As the Jinfu messenger, Ji Ming should be under the jurisdiction of Hetong in Yanshou Palace, while the Yinlu messenger is from Canglu's faction. I guess there must be some story behind this.

"Baicaozi practiced the family tradition of Changchun Gong and entered the Yanshou Palace to serve. Because of his family tradition of medicine, he was indeed favored by Canglu. In his early years, he was awarded the title of Silver Lu Messenger. However, since he became a master of the elixir, he has gone a step further and was promoted to Silver Lu Dan Jingli."

"This guy is really lucky."

Ji Ming said.

For the three messengers like Jinfu, Yinlu and Yushou, they can be given this special prefix. They must have a "unique skill" that can please the old star god, otherwise they can never continue to be granted this title.

Ji Ming could guess the reason. Baicaozi was not good at fighting, but relied on his family's unique skills - medicine.

After leaving Zhenjun Cave, Ji Ming called Yaksha Qian Geng and solemnly handed him the Daojun's edict, saying: "Baicaozi may have formed a rebellious party to resist, so you should go to Kuangshan first and convey this edict.

I want to see if the rebels of Baicaozi dare to hinder my righteous cause."

"Yes!"

Qian Geng took the imperial edict and said.

Ji Ming looked at the elder and confidant in front of him who had always been diligent, and took out the Ghost God Yuan Dan of King Zhao.

He said to Qian Geng: "In the battle of Lingnan, more than 10,000 soldiers and horses of Xiatan relied on your control. I have seen your hard work. I will give you this Yuandan. I hope you can make further progress in your body refining method."

Qian Geng did not go to take it, with an expression of gratitude in his eyes. He knew that he had only contributed a little and his importance was far less than that of Shu Si.

"Master, please wait until I have made great contributions before bestowing this Yuandan upon me."

Ji Ming was sure of Qian Geng's attitude, but this did not change his decision. With a thought, Yuan Dan threw himself into Qian Geng's arms and said, "When everything is settled, you go to Mount Shi and train a group of elite soldiers for me."

"We will not fail in our mission and will train an elite Yin army."

Qian Geng received the elixir and said happily.

A gust of wind blew past and blew Ji Ming away to the Shenzhuyi Peak.

There is a fire room here, built beside the waterfall. In the room, a Taoist is refining forty-nine flying swords. A strange light shines through the room. It is obvious that at the critical moment, when a strong wind blew from outside, the Taoist's mind moved, and he failed to control the fire, and then he failed.

"Junior Brother Zhao!"

He shouted in a muffled voice in the room.

Ever since Fire Lord Zhao Changhe came back from the South China Sea, his life span was greatly reduced and he suffered severe torture, so his cultivation and physical form were both damaged. He just wandered around Yifeng every day, like a useless person.

Because of the mercy of his master Dan Lingzi, Zhao Changhe was given the job of guarding the fire room. He thought it was a great favor. Many people wanted to have someone by his side, but they were unable to do so.

Zhao Changhe was a disciple who was not a true disciple. Although he had the title of junior brother to him, he was just a candle in the wind. He should have done his duty well in this assignment. He did not expect that he would neglect his duty when he was offering sacrifices to the treasure, causing the sacrifice to fail.

With a sense of anger, the Taoist stepped out of the fire room and suddenly heard crying, which slowed his pace. He thought, "It's too late to cry now that I realize my dereliction of duty."

Outside, the Taoist took a few steps and then completely stopped.

In front of him, the tall and strong man Zhao Changhe was slumped in front of a stranger, crying like a child. The wine gourd and the crutch beside his legs had been smashed to pieces.

Jiehuojun's elder brother, Linshuijun, was standing far away with a sad look on his face.

Ji Ming looked at Zhao Changhe in front of him. His body was covered with scars, his clothes were torn, and one hand and one foot were broken. He looked like a disabled old man. He could not help but clench his teeth and murderous intent appeared in his heart. Listening to Zhao Changhe's heart-wrenching cries, Ji Ming stretched out his trembling fingers and wiped away the hot and turbid tears from Zhao Changhe's eyes. The tears seemed to burn him, making his fingers tremble even more.

"I am coming."

Jiming spoke up.

"Junior Brother Zhao, I'm here."

The only response to Ji Ming was his unbridled crying, as if he was pouring out all the humiliation, pain, resentment and hatred he had experienced over the years in this cry, crying out in front of his most trusted senior brother Jie Huojun.

The crying gradually stopped, but Ji Ming's murderous intent became stronger. Some of his original ideas were completely overturned. Now it was not just a matter of retribution. Baicaozi would never continue to live so easily.

"Junior brother, take a nap first. After a nap, everything can start over again."

Ji Ming spoke seriously to the Lord of Fire.

Jie Huojun's eyes, which had been washed by tears, stared at Ji Ming steadily until Ji Ming's figure occupied his entire eyes. Then he nodded heavily and fell into a deep sleep.

Su Lian flew out from Ji Ming's Dantian and flew into the body of Jiehuo Jun.

Then it bloomed under his body and slowly lifted him up. The pure air in the white lotus wiped away the dust and dirt on Jiehuo Jun's body, his dirty clothes, and the pain deep in his heart.

The relic bottle was gently lifted, and drops of water fell on Jiehuo-Jun. Linshui-Jun, who was standing by, was moved, and stepped forward and said, “When we went back to the South Sea that year, we were unexpectedly captured by the Thousand Illusion Fang Dogs of the Baolou Sect.

That Thousand Illusion Fang Dog sent his disciples to torture us brothers with the Ten Thousand Blade Chariot, forcing us to turn against our senior brother and fabricate evidence.

In order to protect me, my brother insulted the disciple who was torturing me in the most humiliating way possible and brought all the torture of being rolled in a chariot with thousands of blades upon himself, which saved me a lot of pain.

After being tortured, A-di kept cursing, fearing that once the torture stopped, the dog's disciples would come and attack me. Therefore, the man hated A-di so much that he drove the sea shark to bite off one of his hands and one of his arms.

Later, a real person came to the mountain to ask for someone, but Qianhuan Liaogou kept delaying. If Master Xuanying had not come in person, he would have killed us both."

The sweet fairy water in the relic bottle washed away the scars on Jiehuojun's body bit by bit, except for his broken hands and feet which could not be restored. Ji Ming turned his gaze to Linshuijun with an extremely complicated look in his eyes.

"What are you afraid of? You're afraid that I'll be blinded by hatred, so you choose to hide this for the time being."

Ji Ming said.

"Brother, please forgive me."

Lin Shuijun couldn't hold on any longer and bowed, saying, "Brother, the matter is more important. If you act on impulse, there may be consequences. It's okay for us brothers to suffer a little."

"If I don't come, how long will you keep it secret?"

Ji Ming asked in a deep voice, but Linshui Jun did not answer. He just stood there and bowed for a long time in silence. Looking at his body carefully, he was trembling uncontrollably and crying softly. The resentment and grief in his voice were so deep that anyone who heard it was terrified.

After washing the body of Jiehuojun, Ji Ming ordered the white lotus to close and rest Jiehuojun in the lotus.

"Go and call Senior Brother Xuantan and ask him to go to Kuangshan with you."

"Brother, the upper house clearly asked Master Baoxiang from Tianhe Peak to go to Kuangshan with you."

Lin Shuijun said.

"This is a different time. Baoxiang practices Buddhism and is compassionate. He is no longer the best candidate for the trip to Kuangshan."

(End of this chapter)