Chapter 519: Yuan Dan, Second Cause (My child is one year old, it’s too late, I’ll make it up tomorrow!)

Jin Zhuliu is an extremely unstable factor, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is a double-edged sword.

This person always acts according to his temper, without distinguishing between good and evil, old and young, female or child. With this devilish temper, he would dare to draw his sword against even the king of heaven.

Ji Ming knew very well that if he arranged the seats for this person, even if he was placed in the first place, there would definitely be trouble in the future. It would be better to put him next to him, high up, unable to go up or down, so that he could have peace for a while.

Jin Zhuliu sat on the platform, behind Ji Ming, with his mouth wide open, laughing non-stop, and saying some funny words to Ji Ming to ease the embarrassment.

Inside the main hall, the cultivators saw the Plague God Jin Xiaoshenjun being pulled onto the altar and sitting up high. They were not jealous but rather felt very fortunate. They all breathed a sigh of relief and the atmosphere became more lively.

Jin Xiaoshenjun carries with him Jin Ting’s magic weapon “Lieshen Hoop”, and he himself has a very explosive temper. Being with such a person is like sitting on the edge of a knife, and it is difficult to really relax.

Now, Lord Jin is sitting high on the dais, his status surpassing that of other cultivators, like a senior. He always has to consider his face and be more lenient to everyone.

Ji Ming looked around and found that the number of people in the hall had exceeded forty-nine, which meant that some of the cultivators would have to be expelled from the hall. I’m sure all the cultivators knew about this situation.

Some monks with backgrounds disagreed. Since the two Avici Qi had been copied down, there was not much value left in the Buddhist Scripture Society, and they did not need to use their status in the Buddhist Scripture Society to elevate themselves.

Some people felt that the Son of Chi Shen was raising his status too high and were very disgusted with it, so they quietly left the hall.

Ji Ming didn’t care about the monks or demons who withdrew. These other examples would not affect his Buddhist scriptures meeting.

“Old Senior Huai!”

As for the first seat among the nine lotus seats, he gave a name that was beyond everyone’s expectation, and then said: “The first seat at the meeting should be occupied by the senior.”

This name not only surprised the other cultivators, but also the people from Qianhua Cave in Qingzhen Temple. However, Hu Laixi quickly came to his senses.

Although the old monster Huai is not well-known, his status in the Thousand Flowers Cave is unshakable. This old monster is a rare wood spirit who has achieved enlightenment. He was arranged by the old ancestor Ku Ma to take care of a thousand acres of cauliflower and medicinal fields and raise a colony of jade evil bees. He is very favored.

“The first person in this hall must be Senior Huai.”

Hu Laixi raised his hand and shouted.

Last time he was calling him “Old Demon Huai”, but now he is called “Senior Huai”, which shows that Hu Lai Xi has a very versatile personality.

Madam Shagu covered her mouth and chuckled, and said to the old demon Huai beside her: “The young master is so kind to me, old demon, you are really blessed and wise.”

Regarding the favor of Chi Shen Zi and the recommendation of everyone, Huai Lao Yao was actually a little hesitant. She knew that once she sat on this position, she would be tied to Chi Shen Zi’s boat, and thenceforward they would share the joys and sorrows, honor and disgrace.

However, thinking of Huang Zaozi’s petty character, I’m afraid that everyone in this hall is holding a grudge against him.

Thinking of this, he did not refuse and sat on the lotus. He clasped his hands together and bowed to the Chi Shenzi on the platform, saying: “From now on, I will follow your lead.”

Ji Ming nodded slightly, then looked at Madam Shagu. He was grateful to this lady who had always supported him, so he said, “Madam, please take a seat.”

Madam Shagu bowed gracefully and sat on the lotus, her heart filled with joy. Her burning gaze was fixed on the Son of Chi Shen, unable to move away for a moment.

“Hu Laixi, Master of the Blood Forest, please take a seat immediately.”

Ji Ming said.

“Yes!”

Hu Laixi and Master Xuelin said in unison.

As one of the organizers of the Buddhist Scripture Conference, they considered themselves to be the elders at the meeting and took their seats excitedly.

Of the nine lotus flowers, four have been taken away, and the remaining five will definitely be shared with people outside the mountain. It’s not that Ji Ming doesn’t want to be partial, but the other monks in the temple are not up to the level of cultivation and background required for this lotus seat.

Madam Shagu is a demon who has achieved the ultimate level of “metamorphosis” and her Yuandan is already formed.

Madam Huai and Hu Laixi were only one step away from refining a Yuandan. As for the Blood Forest Master, although he had not yet attained the first fruit, with the Blood River Chariot on his body, ordinary Jindan level 4 masters would be no match for him.

Ji Ming knew that the remaining five lotus seats could not be divided up simply.

Firstly, it would cause resentment among the monks in the temple, and secondly, the ones that Ji Ming favors might not be willing to accept it.

For instance, the Golden Lion Ape was originally a registered disciple of Master Wu Yuan, and there was Yang Qian, who was a disciple of Master Jia Feng Tai He and a great-grandson of Master Diao Long Weng. They might not necessarily be satisfied with the seating arrangement at the Buddhist Scripture Conference.

Including Meng Nan, this immortal is already one of the immortal elders in the Five Immortal Sect.

Ji Ming first threw the question to Jin Zhuliu and asked, “Little Lord, there are only five lotus seats left. Who in the hall is qualified to sit on one of them?”

Jin Zhuliu raised his hand, ignoring Taoist Huo Huan’s expectant gaze, and pointed directly at Meng Nan, “Except for the Taoist friend Meng from Panku Mountain, the others are just mediocre people. It is a great honor for them to be able to sit on a lotus leaf.” Meng Nan said with a little loneliness, “Little God, you are kind enough, but Panku Mountain has become a thing of the past. Today, there is only the Five Immortals Sect in Tiannan.”

“That Taiping Mountain is really domineering.”

Jin Zhuliu said this in a nonchalant manner.

Even with his temperament, he has to be careful in what he says and does when it comes to Taiping Mountain, the overlord of the righteous path in southern Tiannan.

In the hall, Taoist Huo Huan bit his cheeks tightly and cursed in his heart: “I have already achieved the elixir after all. I have been working hard for Jin Ting all these years. Now you are unwilling to honor me. Jin Zhuliu, you are a jerk. You deserve your whole family to be suppressed by my mother.”

Ji Ming pondered for a moment, then said, “Master Meng, it is fate that we meet at this Buddhist Scripture Conference. I wonder if you are interested in joining our small conference to study the truth together and improve our cultivation together?”

Meng Nan was very humble and said, “That’s what I wish for, I dare not ask for it!”

Ji Ming didn’t expect Meng Nan to agree so readily. He was a little surprised for a moment, but he also felt it was reasonable. He laughed heartily and extended his hand to invite him, “Haha, please take a seat, Master Meng.”

Who could have imagined that more than a decade ago he and Meng Nan were enemies in Lingnan, but now they were discussing law in the same hall in Baibao Mountain.

If it weren’t for the “Eyes of Wet Egg and Fetus” concealing his true self, how could he have let go and stirred up the situation here? Of course, his identity as “the person who reincarnated the thoughts of the Wings Constellation” perfectly explains all his abnormalities.

“It’s really hard to decide on the remaining four lotus seats, but Buddhism believes in fate, so why not just see who has this fate.”

As he spoke, Ji Ming recited the mantra of the deity “God of Wealth”, “Om, Beshawanaya, Soha!”

A white lion with green mane came from behind Ji Ming, its thick paws stepping on the stage, its green mane looking like floating flames, its eyes motionless as it stared at the cultivators in the hall, which was terrifying.

“Roar~”

The roar came without any warning, causing huge waves to form in the phantom pool of water in the hall. The cultivators were caught off guard and were shocked by the roar. Those with weaker spirits all fainted on the spot.

“Om, Beshawanaye, Soha!”

The mantra was chanted more and more urgently, like the Blood Forest Lord and Uszang of the Great Sangye Temple, staring at the white lion with green mane, chanting Namo Buddha’s name non-stop. It was really a rare opportunity, even for those who practiced Buddhism dedicatedly, they were unable to invite an opportunity with the deity.

At this moment, a silver light burst out.

There was a small silver mouse in the silver light. It circled around the hall several times, and then, before anyone could see it clearly, it dived into the body of Shu Si.

Even though Shu Si had received Master Lingxu’s instructions in advance and knew that he would have an opportunity at this Buddhist scripture conference, when he really got this opportunity, he still felt as if he was in a dream. Before he could think too much, he actually made a big step forward in the transformation realm.

“This is a sign that the Yuandan will be completed.”

Shu Si flipped over, revealing his true form as a rat. He was wrapped in a ball of silver light and sank into a mysterious realm.

The white lion with green mane leaped into the air, met the expectant gazes of the crowd, knelt devoutly, and dived into the body of the Golden Lion Ape. The mysterious reaction of the Golden Lion Ape was even more intense than that of Rat Four.

He had a solid foundation. He was the son of Long Bo, the old man of Nanpan River. Later, he became a disciple of Master Wuyuan. Over the years, he has been practicing hard, hoping to achieve great success.

As the green-maned white lion entered its body, the Golden Lion Ape stretched out its arms upwards, revealing the appearance of a three-meter-tall Golden Lion Water Ape. It directly opened the square outer and round inner caisson on the top of the roof, and light flowed on its body, operating all its bones.

The Golden Lion Ape glared with his eyes, and light flashed in his eyes, as dazzling as the sunlight outside the palace.

The ape’s head shook, and a golden mane grew out, like a golden flame swaying in the wind. The hair on its body fell off, revealing neatly arranged scales. Suddenly, it opened its mouth and spit out a golden Yuandan, which pierced through the clouds and swallowed up the essence of the sun.

The Golden Lion Ape opened his mouth and swallowed back his own Yuandan. Then, a thunderous voice came out of his mouth and pressed down on the Dharma platform, “The Golden Lion Ape thanks the Zen Master for granting us this fate.”

Ji Ming nodded slightly, his eyes were always on Shu Si, and he felt a little nervous.

Shu Si has a poor foundation and no supernatural bloodline. Over the years, he has been trapped in paperwork because he helped him maintain stability in the rear, and he has been working hard and slackened in his cultivation.

Now, Shu Si’s body refining skills were all accumulated by resources. Ji Ming didn’t know whether this “treasure rat” fate could help Shu Si refine the demon Yuandan in one fell swoop.

After a long while, Shu Si spit out a Yuandan the size of a grain of rice with a slightly silvery color. Although it was several times smaller than the Yuandan of the Golden Lion Ape, it was a complete transformation after all, and could truly be considered as one of the demons.

“good!”

Ji Ming felt relieved and said, clapping his hands.

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of gazes were cast on him with scorching heat like red-hot irons.

(End of this chapter)