Wet viviparity

Chapter 156 Only Me, the Golden Evil Bag
The little Qiulong rolled around on the sandbar, grabbing the ground with its head and defending control in its mind.

There was a muffled sound of thunder in the sky, and suddenly a loud thunder fell. The lightning flashed from the clouds to the sand and went straight into the dragon's body. The silver scales that had just recovered a few months ago were blown away.

"Ah~"

Ji Ming and Xiao Qiulong cried out in pain. Before the severe pain came again, Ji Ming ended his reincarnation dream.

In a dark cloud in the night sky, a creature with the body of a human with eagle claws and the mouth of a thunder god squatted on the top of the cloud. He clasped his hands together and printed electric talismans on the empty space around him.

The old Taoist took out his dust tail and swept it in front of him. The smoke dissipated and the limp dragon was caught in front of him with one move.

"Don't worry." The creature on the cloud said proudly, "I held back my strength and only knocked the soul unconscious. I didn't really kill him."

The old Taoist bowed slightly and said, "Third Master, Longzi is a delicate person. If he is really beaten to death, then Jiangsou Longgong will blame him, which will add a lot of karma."

The Third Master on the cloud nodded and said casually, "I am very busy with official duties, so I will not stay here any longer."

The Third Master did not take the Taoist's words to heart. He came here just to repay a favor. A person who had reached the end of his life was not worth wasting his time on.

On a sandbar, an arm stretched out from a bunch of flesh and bones.

The six fingers on the arm were stretched out, and then they were pinched hard. The strong energy blessed by the Dharma bones broke through the bones, and the petals of the flesh lotus stretched out.

Ji Ming stepped down from the lotus platform and immediately looked towards the dark clouds in the sky and the Third Master with the Thunder Mouth.

"Hey!

Your good disciple has come out."

The old Taoist looked indifferent, but he had unconsciously clenched the long handle of the Dust Tail in his hand. When he turned his head, the little Qiulong that was charred by lightning opened its eyes slightly.

There was a grim calmness in his eyes, endurance under severe pain, and a bit of confusion.

"This is what I am"

He stretched out his three-toed claws with great effort, and the confusion in his eyes became even more intense, even overwhelming the pain in his body.

"No, why did I take this body?"

He raised the dragon head slightly and saw a figure approaching.

His eyes involuntarily met those complex and deep eyes, and in just a moment, he understood everything.

"It's you!"

"careful!"

"Xiao Qiulong" and Ji Ming spoke at the same time. Taoist Feihu turned back in surprise and the lightning in the sky moved again.

The four Yin treasures, the flesh lotus, the trident, the conch shell and the Buddhist beads, flew towards "Xiao Qiulong" from different directions. Ji Ming silently recited the Dharani mantra, and those Yin treasures were suddenly suspended in the air, as if they had no idea what to do.

"Ha~"

Ji Ming opened his mouth and made a loud sound, and "Little Qiulong" was sucked into his mouth without any resistance.

There were bursts of roars coming from under his belly. Taoist Feihu was stunned by this situation. The Third Master in the sky also stopped his thunder and lowered the clouds.

Ji Ming touched his belly, feeling the increasingly weaker struggle in Zhongdao Zang Alchemy's stomach.

"What kind of magic is this?" Taoist Feihu was surprised, wondering if the master had already passed down the Zhongtian Dharma and was determined to compete with him for the Tianren disciple!
The Third Master of Leigongzui said: "This is a magic spell from a side door, called the 'Golden Evil Bag', which can refine the five metals and separate blood and flesh. It is very mysterious.

This spell is so powerful that many old monsters and demons who practice unorthodox methods cannot master it. "

"Master!" Ji Ming burped, stepped forward to greet him, and bowed slightly to the Third Master, saying, "Thank you for your help, Third Master."

"No need to thank him, he is here to repay a favor." Taoist Feihu said, standing with his hands behind his back.

"You old Taoist, what kind of favor is this? How come I don't know about this?" As he said this, the Third Master smiled at Ji Ming affectionately and said, "My dear nephew is in trouble, how can I sit back and do nothing?"

How could the old Taoist not know what the Third Master was thinking? He simply saw that his disciple was a potential dragon in the abyss and would rise to prominence sooner or later, so he wanted to sell him well in advance and earn a favor.

Although he was unhappy, the old Taoist did not expose it. He believed that the Third Master's relationship would be beneficial to his own disciple.

"Ugh~"

Ji Ming pretended to feel unwell and opened his mouth to spit out a blue skull, a bloody lump of flesh as big as a fist, and a shiny silver nail.

"Yin Ming Dharma Bone!"

The old Taoist's eyelids jumped, and he took the blue skull in his hand, carefully observing it, as if thinking about something. He then looked at the bloody lump of flesh, and suddenly a black shadow quickly passed by, took the bloody lump of flesh away, and swallowed it with a few sizzling sounds.

"Thousand Hands."

Ji Ming called out in a deep voice, looking unexpected.

The black shadow landed on Ji Ming's shoulder, with its segmented body raised. The Third Master's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he said, "What a flying centipede, it actually knows how to swallow the blood and flesh of a dragon to temper its essence."

Ji Ming put Qianshou'er into the poison seed bag, thinking that he had performed the play to such an extent that Taoist Feihu should be able to figure out everything.

The old Taoist on the other side understood and said, "It seems that Huang Jue is using you as a vessel for his future reincarnation and transferring his Daoist organs to your body."

"Damn it, you are a child of destiny. Your Third Master has only seen this in dramas. Today I have really learned something new."

Ji Ming said fearfully: "Maybe misfortune and fortune go hand in hand!"

"Good and bad are interdependent. If those guys who were struck by lightning knew this, they wouldn't call me Thunder God's hawk dog." The Third Master said angrily.

Ji Ming looked at the old Taoist priest, and then the old Taoist priest introduced them.

"The Third Lord of the Thunder Department punishes on behalf of the heavens and bestows thunderbolts, which is what demons and monsters fear the most."

"Ha ha!"

The Third Master laughed with his mouth wide open, "What do you mean by punishing on behalf of the gods? I am just taking orders from the Thunder Department to eliminate evil spirits everywhere."

"Okay, I have something else to do in heaven, so I can't stay any longer." The Third Master flapped his wings and flew up, shouting to Ji Ming: "If you go to heaven in the future, remember to come to Lei Mansion to find me."

"This Third Master?"

Ji Ming looked at the old Taoist priest, who seemed to have a very important background.

He had often heard of the Cang Tian Dou Department, but rarely heard of the Lei Department. As for carrying out punishments on behalf of the heavens, it sounded a bit mysterious and powerful.

After watching the Third Master leave, Taoist Fei Hu said with a smile, "He is just a little demon in the Thunder Department. He learned some thunder magic from what he saw and heard.

Others were afraid of his background, so they called him Third Master. Over time, he began to regard himself as Third Master.

As he spoke, the old Taoist looked at the silver nail and said, “Although Lord Jiangsou Long has many offspring, only a few of them are dragons.

The cause and effect of the dragon's death should all be put on Huang Jue, saying that he tried to steal the dragon's body but failed, and ended up killing the dragon by mistake, and now his body is hiding in the underworld."

Ji Ming was certain that with Taoist Feihu covering for him, there would be no problem with this matter.

There was a hint of sadness in the Taoist priest Feihu's eyes, and coupled with the faint sense of decay in his body, Ji Ming had a bad feeling in his heart.

With a flick of his dust tail, the old Taoist sent the blue skull back. He said with a carefree smile, "Life is but the fleeting moment of a mayfly. I, the old Taoist, have already shown the five signs of decay of a celestial being. Soon I will follow the ancestors of the temple and leave."

"Master, have you arranged where to go after death?"

"Please remember this, my disciple."

The old Taoist priest looked serious for once, his face stern.

"Although we fear death and love life, we must not do certain things. If you become the abbot of the temple someday, even if you die, you must not steal the Yinquan priesthood of Hemingfang and seek to continue your life after death."

It was rare for Ji Ming to speak his true feelings in front of the old Taoist priest.

"If I were to become the abbot, I'm afraid that the little property in the abbot would be emptied by me."

"I understand that you are on a path that is based on me and the truth. You are not burdened by personal feelings, nor are you trapped by worldly matters. That is why you are able to make progress courageously."

"No!" Ji Ming shook his head and said, "Yin alone cannot grow, Yang alone cannot be born, but I am the only one who cannot find the great way."

If the side magic made the old Taoist feel frightened, then the inner expression of his disciple touched his soul.

"Then what can we do to seek the great way?"

"Be affectionate without being tired, conquer things without being hurt."

The old Taoist asked, "Why?"

"Love arises from events, and disappears when events are over. That's all."

"You want to be a saint!"

(End of this chapter)