Wet viviparity

Chapter 82: Dahe, Zirong Peak
In front of the temple, on a big rock, there is a huge crane standing on one leg.

This crane is extremely large, with a bright red head and a snow-white body, except for the tips of its wings which are dark black, adding a fairy-like quality to it.

This crane had golden eyes and an iron beak. One of its claws was arched and the other was independent, with toes like copper hooks. Its body was about eight or nine feet tall, and it was plucking and combing its feathers there.

"This is the mount that an immortal should have."

Ji Ming, no, Zhang Bao said enviously in his heart, it seems that he will have to use the name Zhang Bao for a long time, and he hopes it will not be like the name Wang Lu in his second life.

"Is there anything packed? If not, we will leave immediately."

The old Taoist patted Ji Ming and Ling Gu on the head, urging them to pack up quickly.

Ji Ming didn't have much to bring, so he just took a few sets of clothes. His sister Linggu, however, had a bunch of snacks and food. I wonder how she could hide them all in these small rooms.

Sitting on the crane's back, Ji Ming and Ling Gu were held by the old Taoist priest to prevent them from falling. Ji Ming touched the feathers on the crane's back, which were smooth and had body temperature.

With a cry of a crane, the big crane twisted its long neck, signaling Ji Ming to stroke it more.

"cough!"

Taoist Feihu coughed heavily and stared at Ji Ming seriously until Ji Ming crossed his six-fingered palms and tucked them into his wide sleeves, like a little old man.

"You must remember to develop the habit of keeping your hands in your sleeves. These six-fingered magic bones must not be exposed in Gu Hezhou, otherwise..."

Ji Ming interrupted and said, "Otherwise, it would be very easy for people to associate it with the prophecy of 'Six Six Rebellion'."

The huge crane soared into the sky, passing through the barrier between the blessed land and reality, dancing in the clouds. On the crane's back, the old Taoist was giving earnest instructions.

"You are precocious, so I can tell you many things and warn you.

On this journey to Zhexiongzhou and the Huoxu Cave on Zirong Peak in Jihengshan, you must remember to be careful in what you say and do, listen carefully to the teachings, and never act frivolously or get lost in worldly affairs. "

"Ok?"

Ji Ming scratched his head and looked at the old Taoist in confusion. Why did these words sound like he was telling him not to fall in love too early?

The Taoist's next words confirmed his guess.

"For those of us who practice cultivation, the most taboo is to lose our Yuan Yang at an early age. Many seniors have lost their lives and started over again because of this, so you must take this as a warning."

Seeing Ji Ming in a daze, Taoist Feihu laughed and felt that it was too early to say all this now, even though this celestial disciple was very precocious.

"Look!"

Linggu suddenly pointed to a city under the clouds and begged the Taoist priest to go down and play around.

Taoist Fei Hu, who always doted on Ling Gu, shook his head and asked Ji Ming, "Who do you think is the most powerful person in the city?"

“It’s a temple!”

Ji Ming understood the old Taoist's meaning and said.

“Yes, it’s a temple, it’s Buddha.

In terms of secular preaching, our Cangtian Dao Sect is much inferior to those Buddhist heretics."

The old Taoist looked a little disappointed and said, "There are more than 300 temples in Heshan alone, and the incense is so prosperous that even in Heming, the trend of building temples and erecting statues cannot be stopped."

The topic was quite profound and Ji Ming didn't know how to respond. He could only look around like Ling Gu.

The big crane carried the two boys on its back and flew from noon to dusk before landing on a high slope sheltered from the wind. Ji Ming's little face was numb from the wind.

In the middle of the night, Ling Gu urinated again, and the urine woke up Ji Ming who was standing beside her.

He reached out and touched his trouser leg, and it was all wet and cold with Linggu's urine.

No longer sleepy, Ji Ming put on an outer coat and nimbly climbed to the top of the hill. Looking up at the bright moon, he thought of the lingering Zen Master Sula.

“What a confident person!
Even the monsters that ruined your plan can praise you. Have you really cultivated to the point where all beings are equal?"

Ji Ming was in a complicated mood. The "Twenty-four Transformations of Taiyin Treasure Refining Method" given by Su Luozi could not be shaken off from his mind. He always felt eager to try it. If the Zen master saw him using this treasure method to refine the White Bone Heart Pearl into a magic weapon, I wonder how wonderful the expression on his face would be.

On the slope, Ji Ming felt the cool night breeze blowing into his arms. He waved his hands lightly, like a crane spreading its wings. The inspiration accumulated from drinking the water from the blessed stream flowed into his lower abdomen.

A faint, beating feeling occurs in the abdomen.

This is the "live hour" of the small circulation, and is also called the scene when Yang Qi is about to come out.

"Whoo~"

Ji Ming took a deep breath. Reason told him to stop this tiny attempt to practice the Crane Controlling Technique. If Taoist Feihu saw it, he would not be able to explain himself at all!

I don't know when the Taoist master will pass on his "magic skills" to him? Will it be other secret skills in Taiping Mountain? Will it be the Crane Control Skill again?
Oh, and also his family fortune. I remember hiding it in a clam cart at that time. He was afraid that the Golden Lion Ape would once again resist his entrusting of his family fortune to him, so he only left a letter.

All the other miscellaneous things are not important, but don't waste the eighteen bags of essence for breeding. Brother Jin Ni must remember to mate the Blood Jade Centipede.

The next day.

Ji Ming woke up from the quilt and saw Ling Gu's flushed face. She had already changed her clothes.

A big crane flew over from somewhere, holding a bamboo basket under its feet. Inside the basket were a lot of food, such as bean porridge, steamed cakes, steamed fish, etc.

Ji Ming picked up the bean porridge and drank it, then added maltose, frowned slightly, and then gave his bowl to Ling Gu.

"Thank you, Brother Bao!"

Ji Ming was very honest and waved his hand, saying, "Don't be too touched. I just don't like sweet porridge. The original flavor is best."

"Yes, it's natural."

The old Taoist priest was like Ji Ming's supporting actor, praising him from the side.

Linggu pursed her lips, took a few gulps of the bean porridge, and after she was full, she started on her way again. The long flight seemed even longer than the trip to Liling.

I don't know how long I flew or how many times I rested, but I felt like the bangs on my forehead were being blown upright on my scalp.

On the crane's back, the Taoist priest waved his dust tail, and the invisible force cleared the clouds ahead, revealing the undulating mountains below. "The Fanlang Valley ahead is the main road from Guhezhou to Zhexiongzhou. Many people of different sects live there. If we fly over there, we will reach the border of Jiheng Mountain."

"go!"

Perhaps they were almost there, so the old Taoist urged the crane to increase its speed. In a moment, they flew over the area and saw the peaks that seemed to be bowing to each other.

The peaks bowed and saluted like subjects paying homage to the highest peak in the mountain - Zirong Peak.

At this moment, the sky was dark, the sun was setting, and several white streaks were floating across the peaks. A closer look revealed that it was a sea of ​​clouds covering the mountains and forests, leaving only the tips of the peaks visible.

Only the Zirong Peak was covered with purple clouds, like the drooping branches of an old willow, drooping down thousands of purple airs.

"Who is that local master to be able to sit in this peak?" Ji Ming couldn't help but ask.

"Among the three heavens, the middle heaven is the clearest. The Taoist tradition established there is the "Great Pure Yang" lineage, and it has only one disciple.

Afterwards, those who inherited the Zhongtian Taoist lineage were not recorded in the list of true disciples, and those who were not disciples of Da Chunyang were also forbidden to be called Zhongtian disciples. Therefore, those who learned the Zhongtian Taoist lineage had less competitive and aggressive hearts, and had a reputation for cultivating pure morals.

This local master is one of the people who taught Zhongtian Dao. You must observe the etiquette and don't let me be accused of teaching poorly."

"Got it, got it." Ling Gu looked at the peak with purple air hanging down with expectation, "Grandpa, we must learn Taoism well and help you revive Heguan."

"I'm old now. Even my baby knows what's on my mind."

With a cry of a crane, a large crane circled the peak, flying with difficulty. Ji Ming also felt the subtle pressure of Zirong Peak, which made him feel like he was going to fall at any time.

"I, Fei Huzi from Mount Taiping, have come to pay respect to the mountain. I hope that the mountain god under the seat of Yuanjun will grant me the permission to enter the mountain."

A talisman sprang out from the spiritual platform above Taoist Feihu's head. It seemed real and unreal, like a stream of pure air descending from the sky, with astronomical talismans floating inside.

The "willow branches" hanging outside the peak parted layer by layer, and the flying cranes chirped joyfully and flew to somewhere between the peaks.

(End of this chapter)