Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

in the house.

Xie Buruo placed an earthenware pot on the table.

He borrowed the jar from the monk Xuanyin, and also asked for a packet of antidote powder for insect poisoning, just in case.

Lifting the lid, a bright red centipede was seen rapidly climbing along the wall of the jar, moving back and forth with incredible speed.

The centipede wasn't very big; Xie Buruo caught it in front of the house.

He didn't know how to catch insects, and he couldn't catch any rare poisonous insects.

These common centipedes are easy to catch.

He specifically chose this small creature with low toxicity, intending to test the power of the Yi Jin Jing tonight.

Examine whether what you are practicing is merely a skill for strengthening the body or a supreme method for dispelling external evil spirits.

Xie Bu took a deep breath and stuck his fingers into the earthenware pot.

The centipede in the jar was an ignorant and foolish creature, oblivious to the fingers, and just kept crawling around in the jar.

This appearance, however, angered Xie Buruo.

"Such a tiny crawler, how dare it be so ungrateful!"

"I'll give you a bite, and you dare not bite!"

He simply placed his finger directly on the centipede's head.

That centipede also had a bad temper.

Being inexplicably locked in a clay pot has already made him furious.

Now that someone is provoking us, how can we tolerate it any longer?

It opened its mouth and took a bite.

hiss.

Xie Buruo had never practiced external martial arts techniques, nor did he possess the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill to protect his body.

When the centipede bites, the skin breaks and blood is drawn immediately, allowing the venom to enter through the bloodstream.

My fingertips immediately became red and swollen, followed by numbness, itching, and stinging.

Xie immediately covered the earthenware pot with the lid and, following the instructions of the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic), focused his mind and practiced his internal energy.

He remembered the posture that You Tan practiced after being poisoned in the original story: he tucked his head under his crotch and crawled out, grabbing his two feet with both hands.

Turn to that page now and strike a pose.

Then, look at the fine lines drawn on the naked monk's body.

The thin thread ran from the arm to the throat, turned to the chest and abdomen, made several bends, and then went through the shoulders to the top of the head.

Xie should stare at those fine lines and try to understand them in his mind.

The pain and numbness in my right arm gradually transformed into a wisp of warmth, following the path of the thin line, from my throat to my chest and abdomen, from my shoulders to the top of my head, and slowly dissipated.

After visualizing this several times, each time a warm current flowed into my brain, and the pain and numbness in my fingertips lessened a little.

By the fifth time, my fingertips were only slightly itchy, the redness and swelling subsided, leaving only a few drops of poisonous blood on the ground.

Xie Buruo was overjoyed: "It seems that this Yi Jin Jing divine skill has no barrier to entry for me! Could it be that I am indeed gifted with extraordinary talent and have an affinity for Buddhism?"

He recalled attending a class at Zhengdao Academy earlier that day and concluded that it was through understanding the Buddhist teachings Xuancheng had imparted that he had crossed the threshold of practicing the Yijinjing.

"It seems I need to learn Buddhism!"

"I should visit the Shodo-in Temple more often from now on."

Xie looked at the earthenware pot again, his eyes filled with greed and anger.

Knowing that the insect poison wouldn't harm him, he became even bolder.

I'm determined to squeeze every last drop of venom out of this centipede tonight.

I lifted the lid again, reached inside, and let the centipede bite me.

Once the centipede bites have made you feel comfortable, then practice the exorcism exercises according to the methods described in the Yi Jin Jing.

But this crimson centipede, though resembling an insect, was neither good-looking nor useful.

It only bit three times before spitting out all the venom, turning belly up, and becoming too weak to fight again.

Xie Ruo saw that it had no exploitable value and immediately turned his back on it without mercy.

"Useless insects!"

He turned the earthenware pot upside down and poured the bright red centipede onto the ground.

Lift a foot and end the short but sinful life of this little insect.

Practicing martial arts with poisonous insects is much faster than practicing alone.

Since this method exists, how could Xie Buruo possibly refrain from using it?

"I need to find some time to see Huijing. He can even catch ice silkworms. If Xingxiu Old Monster didn't have the Divine Wood King Cauldron, he might not be able to match him in terms of insect-catching skills alone."

Thinking of the Starry Sky Sect, Xie Buruo suddenly remembered something.

While he was at Mantuo Villa, he stole quite a few things from Madam Yan's fertilizer room.

Three of these items were relics belonging to disciples of the Xingxiu Sect.

He used that concoction very skillfully.

But the other two items were of unknown use and not particularly valuable, so they were forgotten for a while.

He hurriedly rummaged through his baggage and soon found two items.

A piece of cloth, and a bottle of insect eggs.

The types of insect eggs are difficult to identify.

The cloth contained instructions on how to raise and nurture insects, and also offered some tips on catching them.

The cloth contained no secret techniques, but merely some experiential observations.

For example, where should one look for centipedes?

Where are scorpions and toads more common?

The night is long, and it's still early.

He had just finished reading the method for catching insects on the cloth and felt that he was now terrifyingly powerful.

"The Shaolin monks said that there are many poisonous snakes in the Pagoda Forest area."

"If there are poisonous snakes there, there must be plenty of other poisonous creatures as well."

Xie Buruo had made up his mind. He pushed open the door and went straight to the pagoda forest on the west side of the temple.

In the Pagoda Forest, ancient pagodas are scattered among the lush pines and cypresses.

All was quiet except for the chirping of insects in the grass.

Xie Ruo broke off a branch and swept it through the cracks in the rocks and the grassy hollows.

After searching for a long time, they couldn't find a single venomous snake, or even a small insect, and couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Could it be that Monk Huijing arrested them all?"

Click!

He broke off the withered branch in his hand, threw it aside, and prepared to head home.

Just then, a loud shout was heard.

"Who goes there!"

The voice was strong and resonant, echoing endlessly among the pines and cypresses of the pagoda.

Two figures leaped out and blocked his way.

One man held a monk's knife, and the other carried a long iron staff on his shoulder; both were bald monks from Shaolin.

The two monks had seen Xie Buruo at the sermon session during the day, and their guarded expressions softened slightly.

The monk with the knife asked, "Young hero Xie, why have you come to the vicinity of the Pagoda Forest so late at night?"

Xie Buruo hadn't expected that there would be patrols in the middle of the night in the place where the dead lived in Tallinn, and he immediately answered.

"I heard from the monks at the temple during the day that there are poisonous snakes in this area that can harm people. I also know a little about catching snakes, so I'd like to do my part."

The monk holding the staff was delighted and put his hands together, saying, "Young hero, your compassionate heart is truly rare."

The monk with the knife shook his head and said, "It's a pity you're too late, Young Hero Xie. Senior Brother Huijing caught quite a few during the day, and there are probably no more poisonous snakes around here."

He licked his lips, seemingly wanting to say more.

Xie Buruo thought to himself, "The fat monk really did catch all the poisonous snakes!"

Curious as to why the two were patrolling there, he asked them why.

Upon hearing this, the two monks looked distressed.

The monk with the knife said, "It's all because of that Indian monk. This pagoda forest is the burial place of eminent monks throughout the ages, and there's no need for patrols at all. But that Indian monk's thatched hut is nearby, and the trouble he caused last time has made it impossible for us to rest at night, so we have to patrol here."

The monk with the staff shook his head and sighed, cursing his bad luck.

Suddenly I felt a numb and itchy sensation on the back of my foot, as if something hard was crawling over it.

Looking down by the moonlight, I saw a black scorpion.

He jumped up, cursing, "This is unbelievable! The snake's gone, and now the scorpion's appeared!"

The scorpion seemed startled and crawled away very quickly.

Xie Buruo was so eager to hunt that he wouldn't let the scorpion escape.

He didn't even have time to greet the two monks before he caught up with them.

The two monks watched his departing figure.

The monk with the staff laughed and said, "It seems he wasn't lying; he really did come to catch the poisonous creature."

The monk with the knife snorted, "I think catching poisoners is just a pretense; his real purpose is to feast and satisfy his hunger! The food in the temple isn't fit for human consumption; he's just here to indulge in meat."

As he spoke, he pulled out a piece of dried roasted snake from his pocket and took a big bite.

"I must say, Huijing's cooking skills are truly exceptional."

He handed the dried snake to his junior brother next to him, but the latter shook his head and did not take it.

The melodious sound of a flute drifted through the night sky.

The two monks turned around and looked in the direction of the flute sound, then spat in unison.

"Even the Indian monks can't stay still in the middle of the night!"

"One day, the Buddha will break that broken flute of his!"

The two men, cursing and swearing, continued their patrol along the tower.

After the monk's figure disappeared into the distance.

A faint hissing sound came from the grass.

A cobra, its tongue flicking, slowly crawled out.