Journey to the West I am the Demon Lord of Hundred Eyes

Chapter 3 The Taoist Temple changes its owner and worships the great immortal

End practice.

Tomorrow is the beginning of the month again.

Wu Ming shook his body and carried a wild deer on his back, which was offered by a mountain leopard.

rustle~

Suddenly, a multicolored light burst out halfway up the mountain.

"That's where the Taoist temple is, what happened?"

"Forget it, just go and ask tomorrow morning."

No worries, went back to the monastery and fed the blood to the black centipede and lay down in the courtyard to absorb the moonlight.

It's just that there was a light rain in the middle of the night, and Wu Ming had to give up his practice and return to the hall to sleep soundly.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha Namo..."

On the second day, Wu Ming went down the mountain early.

"Master Jing Yu, what am I?"

Wu Ming rushed into the hall, but he didn't expect that there was no Daoist Jing Yu in the hall, only two Taoist priests he didn't know were meditating.

One looks like a young man, wearing a feather coat and wearing a lotus crown on his head, with a little cinnabar between his brows, a hint of evil in the corners of his eyes, and a pair of spiritual eyes half-opened and half-closed.

There was a person sitting cross-legged next to him, looking middle-aged, with a bloated figure, coarse linen clothes, and pockmarked face, he was not afraid to see Wu Ming, but smiled naively.

The Taoist priest in feather clothes opened his eyes, exhaled a foul breath and said, "Where did you come from, little monster, why did you break into my junior disciple's dojo?"

junior?Is this person Jing Yu's senior brother?Also a real person?

"Report to the real person..."

Wu Ming then recounted his own experience with Jing Yu Zhenren.

The Taoist immediately laughed and said: "Okay, okay, it seems that my junior brother intends to accept you as a disciple, but now he can't do it."

Wu Ming was very happy when he heard the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the second half, his heart sank and he asked why.

"The master has a destiny. My junior brother should not come back from now on. I will take over this Taoist temple from now on."

Hearing that Daoist Jing Yu would not come back, Wu Ming suddenly felt a sense of loss. This old Taoist priest should be the only one in his life who has been kind to him.

"Thank you for letting me know."

Wu Ming wanted to turn around and leave.

"Hold on."

The golden body paused.

"Brother told me when he left, if you want to learn some skills, you can worship me as your teacher, I wonder if you would like that?"

Wu Ming was overjoyed, he didn't expect Daoist Jing Yu to still remember us!

"Willing, willing, I don't know the master's name, so the disciples should pray sooner or later, may the master have a long life and see the unsurpassed fruit sooner."

The Taoist priest in feather clothes didn't expect that the mountain centipede spirit would say such flattering words, which was a bit strange.

"Hahahaha, you little centipede is used to flattering, so I will accept you as my second disciple. The title of master has long been used, but people outside the same way call me the Great Immortal of the Five Poisons!"

Five Poison Immortals?

Doesn't sound like a nice guy.

Wu Ming was thinking secretly, but there was no trace on his face. Of course, it is impossible for others to see it with his current appearance.

"By the way, this is your senior brother, Taoist Toad."

Wudu Daxian pointed to the pockmarked middle-aged man next to him and said.

"I have seen my brother."

Wu Ming said hello, and Taoist Chan also smiled innocently.

"Since you have entered my sect, as a teacher, I should give you a dharma name, let's call you Taoist Centipede!"

Wu Ming wanted to complain but didn't dare, he didn't know anything else, but his master must be a waste of names, the Great Immortal of Five Poisons, Taoist Toad, Taoist Centipede...

Will there be Taoist snakes, Taoist scorpions, and Taoist spiders in the future?
Finally, he finally became a disciple of a real person, and Wu Ming finally put down a big stone in his heart.

This new master was not stingy, seeing that Wu Ming hadn't transformed yet, he taught him a method of transforming.

Wu Ming was overjoyed and listened carefully.

In the evening, I left the Taoist temple and returned to the mountains.

"Thousand-eyed centipede, there is such a strange species in the world? Master, it seems that there is a real possibility that the nine-headed poisonous flood dragon, an ancient beast, is buried in the poison pool under the northern hillside!"

Taoist Chan said in a rough voice, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

The Five Poison Immortal nodded slightly.

"Well, the toxicity there is too strong, and I dare not go deep, let's not worry about it for now, we have plenty of time, you go down, the teacher needs to heal his wounds."

"Yes."

Taoist Toad respectfully exited the hall and closed the gate, and then strode into the forest.

Crouching Tiger Mountain.

Wu Ming crawled leisurely on the mountain road, humming an unknown tune.

Today, the Great Immortal of the Five Poisons taught him a method of refining truth and transforming form.

It is said that this method can transform the most suitable human body, and if it succeeds, it will be of great benefit to cultivation.

It's just that it also has disadvantages, that is, when practicing this method, one's own luck will go up and down, and one may pick up elixir and elixir when going out, or be shocked to death by a passing Da Neng with a sword.

The Great Immortal of the Five Poisons still had two transformation methods in his hand, but Wu Ming finally chose this one, just because of the little ambition in his heart.

Although this method has disadvantages, luck is good and sometimes bad, but it is not always bad, and it does not have such a big flaw after practice as the Taiyin training method.

"Ah! I forgot to ask Master what the colorful light was last night..."

Back in the abandoned temple, my cousin stayed in the Buddha statue without any movement, but Wu Ming knew it was there, so he didn't bother it, but began to practice the form-refining method on his own.

The night passed by.

Wu Ming shook his body and was about to go down the mountain to find his master. Some parts of the method of refining the true form last night were not clear.

As soon as we arrived halfway up the mountain, we saw that the original simple Taoist temple had changed.

There are layers of palaces and pavilions, water pavilions and cloud pavilions, colorful mountain flowers and wild fruits, and scattered animals and birds.

What a grand scene of a fairy house.

Taoist Chan stood outside the gate and greeted him.

"Junior Brother, Master has gone out to collect Qi, he expected you to come and let me wait here and take you to choose a place to live."

Wu Ming was flattered.

"Senior Brother Lao."

Taoist Chan smiled and said it's okay, so he led Wu Ming into the backyard of Guanzhong.

Wu Ming watched in amazement all the way, and the sense of touch on his feet told him that these were real buildings and not magical changes.

There are probably dozens of palaces, big and small, how can it be done overnight?
"Master has great supernatural powers, so this is just a drop in the ocean."

Taoist Chan said it, but Wu Ming felt that he didn't say anything.

I am more and more curious about this master Wu Ming who claims to be the Great Immortal of Five Poisons.

Taoist Chan took him to choose a yard, the yard was not big, the main reason was that most of the yard was a pond, and there were lotus flowers planted in the pond.

After choosing a residence, Taoist Chan told him that Master would come back in an hour and left.

After Taoist Chan left, Wu Ming was left alone in the courtyard to meditate.

What kind of world is this?
Think of him as a big monster of a century old, except that he can breathe black wind, have a harder body, more eyes, and more and sharper legs, and he can't do anything else.

Even Master Jing Yu can only build four or five thatched huts with a sack of food and a scoop of drink.

But the Great Immortal of the Five Poisons can complete this feat overnight without a hundred or eighty people building it for several years. Is it manpower?
Thoughts fly irresistibly, like a kite with a broken string.

At the same time, a strong thirst for knowledge quickly occupied my mind.

He is more and more eager to know what kind of world this is?
This is an instinctive desire, which seems to be constantly urging him to understand the truth of this world as soon as possible.

At this time, auspicious clouds suddenly descended from the sky, and the rays of light scattered in all directions.

"Teacher, come to the main hall quickly!"

(End of this chapter)