Wet viviparity

Chapter 517: Familiar, Lie Shen Hoop
At the Qingzhen Temple, there were lanterns and decorations, and the sound of gongs and drums was deafening.

At the Baibaohui, there were sixteen trained palace maids, who had several braids on their heads, wore ivory crowns, tassels on their bodies, and wore long and short skirts and jackets with bright red and gold embroidery, cloud-hemmed and close-sleeved celestial robes, ribbon-like shoes and socks. They danced a dance called "The Wild Goose Dance" at the meeting.

Although Huang Zaozi engaged in lewd behavior in private, he did not dare to perform any vulgar plays or the devil's dance at this meeting, for fear of upsetting Old Ancestor Ku Ma.

After the dance, all the practitioners at the meeting lost interest. They were used to enjoying lewd plays outside and could not appreciate such an elegant dance. They just wanted to go up and dance naked with her to commit some obscene acts.

Among the people present, Meng Nan, who came from the "Five Immortals Sect" in Liling, was already regretting his decision.

He originally thought that Qingzhen Temple was considered to be on the orthodox side in the Western Wilderness. After all, Patriarch Ku Ma had a good reputation in both the orthodox and side paths, had many friends and confidants, was good at mediating disputes among cultivators, and his style of doing things was very impressive. However, he did not expect that his eldest disciple was such a mediocre person.

It would be fine to intercept them in front of the Bu Lao Peak and take them to Qingzhen Temple. There is nothing wrong with the power struggle.

But after tasting the elixir, they should have discussed Taoism and shared their knowledge, exchanged inspirations, and improved their Taoism. However, when Huang Zaozi saw that those evil villains had no interest in this, he ordered the palace maids to dance for their entertainment.

It's a pity that the evildoers couldn't appreciate this dance, and everyone just sat there in boredom.

At this moment, someone at the meeting cast a spell and rolled up several cattle and sheep from the foot of Guanwai Mountain, and asked Huang Zaozi to use a newly refined treasure.

Huang Zaozi tried to evade the question, saying that although the treasure had just been refined, its effect was really against the harmony of nature. Once used, it would be extremely bloody and might cause discomfort to the immortals.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the meeting became lively, and everyone asked Huang Zaozi to urge them to transport the treasures so that everyone could broaden their horizons.

Meng Nan could see that this was just a play directed and acted by Huang Zaozi just to liven up the atmosphere at the meeting. These villains were not afraid of bloody scenes. In fact, the bloodier the scene, the more excited they would be.

Meng Nan, who was already disappointed, said to Xie Chunchi who came with him, "Junior Brother Chunchi, we will leave later and go to the Buddhist Scripture Conference to take a look."

Xie Chunchi was absent-minded and it took him a long time to respond.

Meng Nan knew that the reason why Junior Brother Xie was absent-minded was because he had accidentally encountered the whereabouts of Shu Si when he was flying outside Baibao Mountain just now. This reminded Xie Chunchi of an old friend from Taiping Mountain.

The fact that Xie Chunchi can now concentrate on his practice and gradually take on the heavy responsibility of the Five Immortals Sect has a lot to do with the influence of that immortal.

This person, when he is young, cannot meet someone too amazing.

Once you encounter this, you will find that the people you meet in your future life are not lively and brilliant, and always lack something. Xie Chunchi is an example. Now he doesn't even support his male friends.

At the meeting, Huang Zaozi looked unable to resist the enthusiasm of the crowd, so he had to let the practitioners broaden their horizons.

He just muttered a few words silently, then counted several times with his fingers towards the empty space in front of him. Immediately, sixteen streams of yellow smoke spewed out from the empty space.

In each of the yellow smoke, there was a yellow flag fluttering in the wind. On each flag, there were two skeletons embracing each other. The skeletons were twisting their hips and shaking their heads on the flag, and the sound of seductive music came out, which made all the cultivators intoxicated.

Huang Zaozi stepped on the Dou Gang on the stage and prayed silently. The sixteen yellow flags were arranged in the air, and yellow smoke hung from them, covering the herds of cattle and sheep on the ground.

Along with the skulls on the banner twisting and turning their necks, the cattle and sheep made breathing sounds similar to that of humans, which made the monks' hair stand on end. Soon, the cattle and sheep began to drool, their eyes became bloodshot, and their hair fell out in an instant.

They moaned softly to the cultivators as if seeking pleasure, making them feel dry-mouthed.

The herd of cattle and sheep lay naked on the ground, their blood gushing out, their bodies red and swollen, swollen several times their size, and large amounts of hot and fishy blood gushing out of their mouths and noses, which were absorbed by the skull on the banner. The scene was extremely evil.

Huang Zaozi was quite pleased with himself; these sixteen "Demon Shaped Banners" had taken him decades of hard work, and once they were unfurled, even the righteous immortals would find it difficult to resist the magic on the banners.

Seeing this evil scene at the meeting, except for Meng Nan from the Five Immortals Sect, the disciples from Taoxiu Cave also frowned. Among those disciples, Yang Qian, who was hiding among them, could not hide his disgust in his heart.

He had taken refuge in Taoxiu Cave, hoping to find an opportunity to ask his master and fellow apprentices to mediate in the mountains so that he could avoid being exiled to two northern states. However, his master seemed to ignore him and there was no news at all.

Senior brother Xu Yanzi did have a few letters, but they only asked him to go to Jiliang Prefecture in the north to practice with Zhang Xiaoyuan, who had been expelled from the mountain gate, and wait for the recovery in the future.

For Yang Qian, the disciples of Taiping Mountain were his only confidence. Asking him to go to Jiliang Mansion, a sect outside the religion, and follow an expelled disciple of Shang Mansion would undoubtedly be a denial of his decades of hard work.

Whether it was his master's indifference or his senior brother's suggestion, Yang Qian felt betrayed.

It just so happened that at this time several good friends in Taoxiu Cave were preparing to go to Baibao Mountain to attend the Buddhist Scripture Conference to gain some knowledge, so he came along as well, and was forced by the people on the Bulao Peak to attend this Baibao Conference.

At first, everything was normal with the Baibao Club, but later it became more and more outrageous. Now the cattle and sheep were cast under a spell, which made him feel sick and uncomfortable.

At this time, he saw Meng Nan and Xie Chunchi from the Five Immortals Sect quietly leaving the meeting. An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he immediately chased after them. Just as he was about to chat with them for a few words, he suddenly saw a stream of blood rushing towards him from outside the temple.

Above the blood, there was a chariot, and under the chariot were four corpses carrying the chariot, two corpses holding lamps, and three corpses ringing gongs. There were two people sitting on the chariot, one of whom was tall and thin, wearing a yellow robe, and had a very outstanding appearance.

On the sedan chair, Lord Xuelin looked quite helpless.

He had no intention of intervening in the internal fighting of Qingzhen Temple, but as a disciple of the old Buddha Kongle, he knew very well the extraordinary nature of the two Avici Qi, and it was really hard for him to resist the temptation of this method, so he had to temporarily serve as a vanguard and come to the Bu Lao Peak. On the chariot, the young Jin was also there, looking eager to try, and this expression made the Blood Forest Master very worried.

As expected, as soon as he arrived at the temple in his Blood River Treasure Chariot, Young Master Jin started shouting, holding up the volume of Avici Qi and saying, "You fools, take a good look at this volume, it is the wonderful method of meditation in Buddhism.

You guys think you are getting a great deal by getting some elixirs and delicacies here, but you don’t know that you are just picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons.”

"Just pick up a booklet, who knows if it's real or fake."

Someone said at the meeting.

"Haha, I, Jin Zhuliu, will let you see it clearly."

As he said this, Jin Zhuliu got off the sedan chair, put the booklet in front of the man who made the noise and flipped it over. The man's eyes lit up and he shouted, "I believe it, I believe it. The Buddhist Scripture Society really wants to appreciate the wonderful sutra together. I will go to the Solitary Fox Temple to pay my respects to the young master."

As soon as the man finished speaking, there was a "bang" sound, and Jin Zhuliu slapped the man's head with one hand, causing it to explode.

"Chi Shenzi is so righteous that he has put aside past grudges and would like to invite you to come and enjoy the wonderful Dharma together.

But when I come here and see you waiting like a fool, I'm afraid that I might pollute the wonderful Dharma and the true scriptures, which is not good."

At the meeting, Wusi Zang, a senior monk from the Great Sangye Temple in the Western Wasteland, clasped his hands and said, "Well done, well done. It is a great blessing for the Buddhist community that the son of the Chi God has abandoned his sectarianism and taught the Dharma to all regardless of their natures.

I originally thought he was seeking fame, but now I feel really ashamed. I will go and confess my sin to Chi Shenzi and hope he will forgive me."

"Haha!" Jin Zhuliu laughed and said, "What a sharp-tongued bald donkey! I can't find any fault with what you said. Fortunately, Chi Shenzi is not as smart as you, otherwise I, Jin Zhuliu, would really not like to see him."

At the meeting, no one noticed Huang Zaozi's increasingly worsening complexion. Everyone was trying to criticize Jin Xiaoshenjun and was anxious to go to the Buddhist scripture meeting to see the wonderful Dharma.

Previously, no one believed that there were any true Buddhist scriptures or magical methods in the conference. They judged others by their own standards and thought that this was just a move by the son of Chi Shen to gain fame and reputation. That was why they came to this Hundred Treasures Conference without any scruples. Now they regret it very much.

On the Blood River Treasure Chariot, Lord Xuelin saw the situation and advised Young Master Jin: "Since Master Chishen asked us to lead people over, even if you don't like them, at least let a few people go, so that you can have an explanation."

"it is good!"

Young Master Jin nodded and pointed randomly at a few people in the crowd, "Just the rest of you go over there."

"Let's see who dares!"

Huang Zaozi could no longer endure it, and regardless of the persuasion of Jin Er Niangniang, he pointed at Jin Xiaolangjun and said, "Jin Zhuliu, I think it is not easy for you to escape the disaster once. If you retreat on your own, I will forgive you for the past."

"Who do you think you are?"

Jin Zhuliu said in a choking voice, not giving any face at all.

He knew that Huang Zaozi was already in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir, and perhaps was about to reach the late stage.

However, after he turned the calamity, his golden elixir was formed long ago. If his Yuan Yang had not been lost early on, he would not have been stuck in the "mining lead and adding mercury" stage of the middle stage of the golden elixir for so long. Even so, he believed that he was not inferior to Huang Zaozi.

Huang Zaozi suppressed his anger. If he had not been afraid of the one-horned god in Xiaozhu Jinting, he would have already launched sixteen demon-shaped flags to turn Jin Zhuliu into a pool of pus and blood.

"Haha, Jin Zhuliu, your family's immortal scripture is missing a supplementary volume, which contains wonderful magic nightmare techniques. If it weren't for the methods in the fear training volume of the previous generation of God Lord Jin Ting, your family would not have been suppressed by that old mother."

As the saying goes, don't hit someone in the face, and don't expose someone's shortcomings when you scold him. Huang Zaozi's words alone aroused Jin Zhuliu's anger, and he took off the hoop on his forehead and shouted, "If you don't want to see the magic nightmare in the supplementary volume, I'll let you see it.

Today I happened to have brought the "Fierce God Hoop" that Jin Ting's ancestors refined according to the second volume, so I will use you to sacrifice to my Jin Ting magic weapon."

When Huang Zaozi heard about the hoop, his face turned pale. He never thought that the little God Jin would carry the Jin Ting magic weapon with him. He thought that the hoop on his head was just an ornament, worn to show off his own magic weapon.

When Jin Zhuliu raised the magic weapon Lieshen Hoop, Huang Zaozi's heart rose to his throat. He screamed immediately, and with a burst of devil flames, he fled to the Qianhua Cave at the foot of the peak.

"Haha, look at how cowardly he is."

Jin Zhuliu put the hoop back on his forehead and clapped his hands and laughed.

At this time, Ji Ming knew that if he continued to make trouble, he would be in trouble when the old man Ku Ma came back one day, so he spread the word in the temple: "Young Master Jin, Master Xuelin, since all the Taoist friends are here, please come and listen to the Dharma."

In the Solitary Fox Temple, Yang Qian, Meng Nan, Xie Chunchi, a group of Taoxiu Cave disciples, and a few people with foresight had already arrived at the temple in the chaos and sat in the main hall.

(End of this chapter)