Chapter 526 Conditions, Taking the Duplicate
A candle as thick as an arm was burning quietly, the flame bright and illuminating everything.

An exquisite painted porcelain vase was reflected by the candlelight. The vase had a round belly and a thin neck. An old fox head protruded from the neck. Its eyes were full of compassion. It recited a scripture and kept chanting in a soft voice.

A beautiful woman was examining a painting carefully by candlelight, her eyes full of infatuation.

Finally, there is a Taoist in a red robe, with the fingers of his two hands intertwined, thumbs touching, and one finger pointing upwards. This is exactly the fundamental seal of the “Happy Old Buddha” enshrined in the Shuangshen Temple. If you hold it, you will practice dual cultivation of lust.

“woke up!”

Someone said something, and three pairs of eyes turned to the man who woke up in the middle. This man was Tang Jie.

“Ah.”

Tang Jie stood up with difficulty, his body covered in purple and green. He smiled bitterly and said, “I was tricked by that witch after all. I was almost entangled to death in the dark cave.”

“Haha~”

On the small porcelain bottle, the old fox head smiled and said, “We have explained the pros and cons to you long ago. The witch was forced to stay here by the ancestor. Later, she had no choice but to give herself to Huang Zaozi. She has troubled the ancestor many times over the years.

You, Tang Jie, are just a small disciple on duty outside the Sutra Building. To her, you are just a small character who can be thrown away after use. How dare you be so careless? If you miss the big plan, you will regret being born into this world.”

Tang Jie said awkwardly, “Master Hu, that witch is really clinging to me. Even if the young master came, he might not be able to resist her.”

“Be careful.”

The old fox on the bottle cried out in surprise and immediately lowered his head.

As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of light flew out from the bony wrist and whizzed towards Tang Jie. Tang Jie was completely frightened and realized that he had said something wrong. He did not resist and just took the blow, knocking out several teeth.

“Madam, please forgive me. Madam, please forgive me.”

Tang Jie covered his mouth full of blood and spoke as if he was letting out air.

Madam Shagu put away the scroll of Chi Shenzi, and with a wave of her bony hand, she took the dragon lock buckle in her palm, “You are an old man in the cave, and you speak so recklessly. How can you abide by the rules when you enter Haiyin Temple and have your seats arranged?”

Being scolded in person, Tang Jie just kowtowed like a grandson, begged non-stop, and asked Hu Laixi to help speak.

Hu Laixi poked out his fox head from the porcelain bottle. He dared not utter a word. Everyone in the temple knew that Madam Shagu was privately taught Buddhism by the young master. She became more and more adept at using the treasure, the Dragon Locking Buckle.

Facing Tang Jie’s begging for mercy, the lady remained silent. The dragon-locking buckle on her palm kept turning, making a rustling sound. The spiritual light from the buckle flickered on her bony palm, exuding an extremely dangerous aura. Tang Jie was extremely nervous.

“lady!”

The red-robed Taoist Master Xue Lin bit the bullet and said, “This Tang Jie has performed a good show in front of the Little God Lord Jin as planned, and he also used the evil method in the Sutra Tower to eliminate the Second Lady Jin, which can be regarded as cutting off Huang Zaozi’s arm.

But the ancestor is concerned about the background of the Second Lady Jin. If the ancestor returns to the mountain and investigates in detail, I really don’t know whether it will be a blessing or a curse.”

“Compared with Huang Zaozi, the young master’s talent and character are obviously different. How could the ancestor blindly favor Huang Zaozi?”

Madam Shagu pointed at the Blood Forest Master and said, “I know you are always trying to get the best of both worlds, but you must know that the young master is born with wisdom and a clear mind, and he can see through any evil tricks.

If you cannot hide your tricks in the mountains from now on and are discovered by us, you will not be allowed in the Haein Temple.”

The Blood Forest Lord remained silent, thinking to himself that if this lowly slave had not attached herself to the Son of the Chi God, how could she dare to speak ill of him and criticize herself in public like this.

Although he felt resentful in his heart, his reason told him that if he touched Madam Shagu, he would be touching the Son of the God Chi.

That son of the Chi God was really hard to figure out, as deep as the abyss of the ocean. Even though he hadn’t formed the demon elixir or attained the first fruit of Buddhism, he was still able to tame everyone in the temple. His wisdom was like that of a fairy or a Buddha.

Occasionally, he would sit alone with Chi Shen Zi and discuss Taoism and Buddhism. In a trance, it was as if he was facing his own master, the old Buddha Kong Le. The same confidence and strength emanating from his heart was truly breathtaking.

In front of such a person, the thought of resistance is a kind of courage.

In Haiyin Temple, Ji Ming came over morning and evening to nurse Jin Zhuliu back to health, and to chat and play chess with him.

After careful nursing, Jin Zhuliu’s body gradually recovered, the three flowers on his head and the five qi in his chest were stable, but he became taciturn and always pressed his upper abdomen with his hands, which was his degenerated Dao organ. Ji Ming was waiting for Jin Zhuliu to ask him for help.

Empress Jin Er stole the Taoist book and died in the Sutra Tower. After all, it was just a trap. The golden brocade robe refined by Tang Jie had no ability to protect against the evil spells in the tower. It could hardly protect against the evil wind.

At present, Ji Ming is trying his best to block the news about Empress Jin Er, but he believes that the ancestor must be able to sense such things. Perhaps he will return to Baibao Mountain soon and check the building. It will be difficult for Jin Zhuliu to escape pursuit.

Jin Zhuliu should be aware of the root cause of this, so he doesn’t have much time left.

On the third day, when Ji Ming came over in the evening, Jin Zhuliu seemed to have made up his mind and solemnly asked him for help. He went to the Sutra Building to get a copy of the book and promised to study the copy with him.

These days, Jin Zhuliu has been thinking about how to get a second place in the list.

He originally planned to return to Xiaozhu Jinting and ask his grandfather to come out and get it, but he was worried that Old Ancestor Ku Ma would come back to transfer the copy, and by then even his father, the One-Horned God, would be helpless.

This old ancestor Ku Ma has many friends in the mountains and rivers. Even in the righteous path of Cang Tian, ​​he has many close friends in the Great Chunyang Palace in the two northern states. He is far from being a loner like his grandfather.

In addition, he doubted whether his grandfather, the One-Horned God, was aware of the situation here.

So many years have passed. Even when the “Three Monsters and Five Animals” of Tianteng Mountain broke into the Golden Court and slaughtered countless relatives and children in the court, my grandfather had no intention of reopening the sealed storage in the South China Sea and taking out that supplementary volume.

Now that the supplementary volume had suddenly appeared here and was openly stored in the Qianhua Cave Sutra Tower, he found it hard to believe that his grandfather didn’t know the inside story.

He had a vague guess in his mind that perhaps his grandfather also wanted to stick to the teachings of the previous generation of gods, fearing that the method of refining this supplementary volume was not well-known and would bring disaster to future generations.

This idea is really ridiculous. If the magic power is extraordinary, there will be no disaster. But if the skills are poor, there will be disasters everywhere. My grandfather didn’t even understand this truth. He is unworthy of being the God of this generation.

Facing Jin Zhuliu’s request, Ji Ming did not agree and said, “Little God, leave when your injury gets better!”

“You do not trust me.”

Jin Zhuliu stretched out his hand and slapped the bag, and the outline that could interpret the main and supplementary volumes flew out and landed in front of Ji Ming.

“Brother Chi Shen, here is the general outline. Can this prove my intention?”

To Jin Zhuliu’s surprise, the Son of Chishen in front of him pushed open the general outline, and his attitude was as unpredictable as ever, which made him helpless and extremely agitated. He wanted to kowtow and beg here.

In the end, he was able to show no shame thanks to his strong self-esteem.

Ji Ming was well aware of this tactic of playing hard to get, so he was not in a hurry to get the general outline.

He said, “The ominous nature of this copy is well known to all monks. If I get it for you, it will not be a blessing for you. You and I have known each other for a long time in the temple, how can I bear to see you fall into this evil path.”

After hearing what Chi Shen Zi said, Jin Zhuliu was touched that the other party cared about him, but also secretly mocked the other party for his short-sightedness.

“Brother, why do you think the same as the vulgar people in the world? As long as you can practice superior magic, there is no need to say that this is a bad omen.”

“Nightmare magic is the most detrimental to one’s virtue. You don’t accumulate external skills to earn virtue, and you are not a righteous person who can receive virtue. Once you practice it deeply, your virtue will be greatly lost, and you and your loved ones will suffer.”

Ji Ming said earnestly.

Jin Zhuliu had never expected that the Son of Chi Shen actually knew the source of the unknown. He was at a loss for words for a moment, and finally said angrily: “If you don’t help me get it, I will sit here and die, and let your ancestor come to question me.”

Ji Ming and Jin Zhuliu seemed to be in a stalemate, and both sides were silent for a long time.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Ji Ming sighed and said, “We are on good terms with each other. If you continue to sit here like this, and the news of you being punished by the ancestor spreads out, how will the forty-eight Taoist friends in the temple view me, the Son of the Chi God?

Well, I’ll help you this time.”

Jin Zhuliu was just overjoyed when he heard Ji Ming say, “But I have a condition.”

(End of this chapter)