Wet viviparity

Chapter 69: Silver Wheel, Misty Bo Temple
The Heart-Gathering Bead was sacrificed, and dark light shone everywhere, covering several corpse towers, and the infant spirits inside them immediately stopped making any noises.

Ji Ming walked in the small tower, tearing off the talisman papers one by one and carefully putting them into his bag.

The power of this talisman paper has been greatly lost, otherwise how could a few infant spirits fan the wind to blow it? Ji Ming guessed that the talisman paper must have come from the great repairman who brought down the thunder.

Although I don't know its origin, there are very few people in the world who are proficient in thunder magic. If someone knows this talisman paper, it must be good. If I have the opportunity to practice talisman magic in the future, I can copy a thing or two.

The third time he set up the altar, he was already familiar with it and set it up in a short while.

Taking out the bone relic, Ji Ming said to it in a gentle voice: "Dayou monk, although I took money in the courtyard, I did not harm your monks. If the relic has spirit, please do not blame me.

For the sake of your moral reputation, you have accepted all the unorthodox people.

It was fine when you were alive, but it was a disaster after you died. After some time, I'm afraid you will take over my nest. I will help you clean it up. If you have a soul, you should thank me."

Ji Ming muttered to himself for a long time before placing the bone relic on the altar.

At this moment, the three ghosts had already moved the treasures over. Ji Ming was holding the white bone heart bead, and he couldn't wait to see how it would look like after it was consecrated and sacrificed.

"Come on, help me cheer."

Ji Ming threw three command flags to the three ghosts and gave orders.

With a loud "boom", the corpse jar caught fire. Ji Ming took a hundred steps, stepped on the small steps of skulls, climbed up the corpse jar, and a cold wind blew, and the fire rose in an instant.

In the fire, the bone relic became more and more crystal clear, with a ball of hot light shining through from inside.

When Ji Ming's inspiration seeped into it, the grand Buddhist chanting sound suddenly rang in his ears.

In the dim gray fire, Ji Ming seemed to see a Zen hall in an ancient temple. In the fragrant hall, a monk stood with his back to him, hunched over and chanting.

"Om, Ledah, Avada, Kenduha, Sosa"

The chanting of Zen scriptures drew Ji Ming's mind to the fire scene and to the back of the monk. A light breeze blew by, and the candlelight in the hall began to flicker.

The shape of the bones is revealed under the monk's robe blown by the wind.

"I have a great wish in my heart to spread the Zen Buddhism and attain the fruit of the heretic. Can you accept our Buddhism and become our Buddhist disciple?"

"Us?" Just as the thought flashed through Ji Ming's mind, he saw a drastic change in the Zen hall, melting away like snow in early spring, and the horrifying exterior scene began to reveal itself.

There were piles of skulls on the mountain. The three-meter-long spines with skin hanging on them looked like wood and banners. The scalps were spread as grass on the slopes, and the rotten flesh was piled up into mud. A cliff carving appeared among them, with five large ancient seal characters "Altar of the Cemetery" on it.

The skeleton in monk's robes put his hands together and said, "Buddha's disciple, come and receive the great wish."

"how long?"

Jimin asked hesitantly.

The skeleton monk had never encountered such a situation before. Every person who wanted to borrow the relics or Buddhist teachings had either agreed or refused decisively. This was the first time he took the initiative to ask questions.

“How long do I have to be a Buddhist disciple?”

Ji Ming asked again.

"In this life!"

"it is good."

Ji Ming calmed down. He was not afraid that the skeleton monk would deceive him.

Although this place has horrifying exteriors, it is in line with the Buddhist concept of horror and is authentic Buddhism.

This skeleton monk might have been the product of a genuine thought from some Buddhist deity, and was led here by the power of vows contained in his bone relics.

As soon as he responded, his mind immediately withdrew.

The bone relic dissolved in the fire and flowed into the white bone heart bead. The two became one in the blink of an eye, and the bone bead even took on the color of colored glaze.

Inside the clear and transparent bead, the vortex-shaped Yinsha Spring slowly weaves a silver light like a spider web. This process is extremely slow.

"Quick, refine the treasure!"

Ji Ming twisted his body on the fire altar and turned to shout at the three ghosts waving flags.

Handfuls of gold beads, pieces of silver ingots, jades of various colors, etc. were thrown into the fire altar one by one. Ji Ming began to practice the White Bone Heart Beads with the Baoguang Qi refining method.

Various colored precious energy transformed into the pearl, and the silver light gradually became a wheel shape.

After a long time, Ji Ming carefully picked up the bead. So far, he had probably spent more effort on this bead than on the precious eye.

"It's worth it! It's worth it!"

He was immersed in the silver light inside the bead. With a thought, the bead immediately disappeared, and the silver light inside suddenly appeared, condensing into a round light.

Ji Ming looked around, preparing to find a living creature to test the treasure.

However, this dense forest was filled with gloomy air and was avoided by wild beasts. There was no living creature, so he had no choice but to focus his attention on the three ghosts.

The three ghosts couldn't stand his gaze, so they grabbed the tablet on the ground and tried to escape. Ji Ming didn't chase them, but just shone the silver round light in the air.

The three ghosts were reflected in the circle of light, and they felt the same palpitations in their bodies as they had in life.

"Let me ask you, if a man has no heart, he will die. Can a ghost live without a heart?"

The three ghosts cried, then turned back and placed the tablet respectfully in front of the altar. Ji Ming leaned on the altar and tapped the burning bones in the fire with his fingers.

"Ha~"

Ji Ming suddenly took a breath, and a cold wind blew up the three tablets and dropped them directly into the fire altar.

"Come, I'll find you a new place to hide."

After saying that, three water-blue command flags flew up to the altar. Ji Ming used the remaining treasures to sacrifice the command flags and included the three ghosts in them.

"After this matter is over, I should go find my brother and let him see my treasure."

Ji Ming was flying on the altar, his body growing taller and taller, and he seemed to be flying like a dragon. Perhaps this was the result of his aura rising from strength and his precious appearance emerging from his heart.

The mountain of dangerous birds, inside the Yanbo Temple.

Wen Daoyu, who was living in this nunnery, has recovered greatly from his injuries.

However, he did not write the invitation letter immediately, but spent a week chanting scriptures in the temple to thank the God of Musheng, one of the six stars of the Southern Dipper, for his healing skills.

Then, he spent another three days discussing Buddhism with the abbot.

For Wen Daoyu himself, the affairs of heaven and man are very important, but they are public affairs. His own Taoist practice is more important, and this is a private matter.

He has not yet realized the importance of sacrificing personal interests for the public good.

Bai Yunshang in Yanbo Temple is truly a rare and unique person who has attained enlightenment and is a pure cultivator. It would definitely be of great benefit to him if he could have a conversation with him for a few words.

On this day, he and Bai Yunshangzhen unknowingly talked about the Jialan Snake.

Shang Zhen said: "In the southwest, there has always been a custom of worshipping snake gods. Many villages even call themselves snake species, and they always raise flags to worship snakes during festivals.

After Panku Mountain established a mountain gate deep in the Nali Mountains, it included the Snake Immortal among the five immortals in the gate. Only then did the custom of this kind of worship and sacrifice decline.

The Jialan snake was originally a strange snake in Liling Mountain. It was very spiritual and was secretly worshipped by the local village. Because it did not want to be trained by the Panku sect, it hid all the way to Wei Niao Mountain. "

"So, you are also a strong-willed snake fairy?"

"How strong!" Shang Zhen held the dust tail in his hand, shook his head and laughed: "When he first came here, he took a lot of energy and attracted the Taoists from the Taiping altar in Fangzhong."

Wen Daoyu's face flushed. Although he was a disciple of Heguan, he also knew about the mess in this branch of the altar. In short, "I will do the work for money, regardless of whether it is human or demon."

If this branch temple had not been rotten to the core, there was no way that Heguan and Sibeiyun Temple would have gotten their hands on this piece of fat meat.

Now we just need to win a great victory in the Guancaidong battlefield and cut off the pass between Liling and Lanyinfang. After that, we can divide up the resources in Lanyinfang.

"How did he become a mountain ghost?"

You must know that Baiyunshangzhen often lives in this mountain. It is like sleeping next to someone else's bed. How can he allow others to snore on him, let alone a mountain ghost who can supervise the mountain.

Shangzhen explained the reason.

“Firstly, he exhales mountain fog every morning and evening, which can form the mist outside my temple, and can be used for my magic practice.

Secondly, this snake has become powerful, with more than 200 years of cultivation, and the blessing of the Yin soil at the foot of the mountain. Unless we find something to restrain it, otherwise."

"The thing that restrains!"

Wen Daoyu's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he looked at the immortal Baiyun Shangzhen on the cushion, and immediately bowed and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Shangzhen."

"hehe!"

Shangzhen smiled but said nothing.

(End of this chapter)