Chapter 700: Rotten Wood and Stubborn Stone
The majestic giant ghost with bull horns emerged from the painting like a huge rock falling to the ground, but when it stepped on the ground, it was light and silent.
"Fu Xin greets the master." The giant ghost knelt on one knee and lowered his head.
Ma Qingji asked, "Is what he said true?"
Fu Xin said, "Those little brats had fun all night last night, but he was playing chess with me and didn't play with me."
The old man's face flushed red as he said, "You, you, you!"
"Master, please understand. Although I am playing chess, I am always thinking about those little ones. I am worried that they might get bumped or hurt. How can this not be considered playing with them?"
Ma Qingji snapped his fingers, and the Skull God fell backwards to the ground with a cry of "Ouch", and coughed out a green flag from his mouth.
The green flag waved, and the forty-nine baby ghosts entrenched in the middle appeared one by one. These baby ghosts did not look very good after death, and they had just fallen asleep and their sweet dreams were disturbed. When the flags came out, they became ferocious at first, with red light in their eyes, but when they saw the familiar faces of the Skull God and Fu Xin, they restrained their ferocious looks.
To prove his merit in nursing the children, the Skull God soared into the air and said, "My dear children, have you met Lord Sky Fox yet?"
These infant ghosts had the sharpest perception, with animal and wild nature intertwined. When they saw Ma Qingji, they knew they were no match for him, so they were afraid and turned into a cloud, hiding behind the Skull God and Fu Xin.
The Skull God looked embarrassed and coaxed, "Baby, have you forgotten? It was Master Sky Fox who saved you from the Array of Suffering and even gave you your favorite incense. Didn't I teach you to respect Master Sky Fox? Don't you remember?"
Ma Qingji didn't move at all, just stared at the baby ghosts with his dead fish eyes, and the baby ghosts became more and more timid.
The Skull God wanted to persuade him again, but Ma Qingji stopped him and said, "Okay, no need to say more."
Ma Qingji had already seen the ability of the Skull God. Perhaps he had put some thought into it and achieved some results, but in the end it was not as good as he expected.
These baby ghosts were somewhat friendly towards him and Fuxin, but it was hard to tell whether it was because of familiarity or because they understood this fate.
Gong Mengbi transformed into Ma Qingji, hiding his true appearance as a fox fairy. Without his almost supernatural appearance, he lost his natural and friendly charm.
Ma Qingji believed that the Skull God often gave these baby ghosts instructions in order to please him, but these baby ghosts remained unmoved, which showed that they had not made any progress in their spiritual intelligence.
The Skull God felt lost. If you say he didn't put his heart into it, he should have put his heart into it. If you say he didn't care at all, he did care after all.
Ma Qingji didn't blame him, but said, "That's already pretty good. Infant ghosts are difficult to raise, and it takes a lot of effort for you to nurse the children and make them recognize humans. Don't force it."
The Skull God turned around and looked at the baby ghosts hiding behind him. He felt helpless and unwilling. Finally, he just sighed and said, "Time is still short. I'm afraid I still need to work hard to endure it."
Ma Qingji agreed, "Indeed. They seem to be somewhat hard-hearted. Without hard work, there will be no success. I am very pleased that you have such awareness. It seems that the method for these infant ghosts to transcend will still fall on you."
"Ah?" The Skull God was suddenly frightened. When did he say that he was the one who would endure this hard work?
Just looking at Ma Qingji's relieved expression, the Skull God couldn't bear to say a word of objection.
Since the Skull God has such a kind heart, how could Ma Qingji not follow his wishes?
He threw the green flag away, and it turned into a green light and drilled into the skull god's ear.
The Skull God shuddered and covered his ears. His true form was just a skull, without real ears, but when he transformed into a human form, he was still startled.
In fact, no matter how exquisitely the Skull God transformed, it was still a skull in Ma Qingji's eyes. This kind of illusion technique could not deceive him at all.
The Skull God felt as if the sky was falling, and he wanted to cry but had no tears. He spread his hands and said, "Master, it's not that I'm trying to shirk my responsibility. It's just that my ability is limited and I can't do it!"
Ma Qingji naturally knew that the old man's ability was limited, and that he might not be able to accomplish the task even if he was given the task. So he pondered for a moment and said, "Well, I can't make it too difficult for you. I'll lend you a hand."
Ma Qingji took a look at the dozens of fruits on the Ghost Face Peach Mother Tree, reached out and grabbed them, and the fruits began to shake. The lifelike human faces on the fruits seemed to know their own fate, and they were vaguely making crying expressions.
The fruits on the tree suddenly opened their mouths and started sucking. The baby ghosts screamed and were swallowed by the ghost-faced peaches. Then the faces of the shaking peaches twisted and changed, and finally turned into the faces of baby ghosts.
The ghost babies were surprised and frightened at first, but soon they started laughing with joy and cheered, "Grandpa, it's so warm, so comfortable, and so much fun!"
The Skull God had a chuckle on his face, but he was jealous in his heart. In the past three years, the mother tree had produced many fruits, but the Skull God didn't dare to eat any of them. He hadn't even tasted them, but these little guys had eaten them first.
Those twisting and turning ghost-faced peaches soon let out a series of "ouch" sounds, fell from the branches, and landed on the ground, turning into pink, tender and crisp little peach people.
The little peach man touched his butt and stood up, looking confused and puzzled.
The Skull God was so jealous that his face turned blue. This was because Ma Qingji used his supernatural powers to allow the baby ghost to be reborn using the ghost-faced peach.
This wasn't true living, of course, but for a ghost immortal, such a physical existence was practically a dream come true. Many unorthodox practitioners could only achieve this level of cultivation throughout their lives.
His skull has been weathered and refined by countless demonic means. It is filled with lingering coldness and deathly silence all day long, but these guys have only suffered so much to enjoy such a blessing!
The Skull God turned around and gave Ma Qingji a flattering smile, saying respectfully, "Master, can you make me look like this? I want to educate them, so it would be best if I could stay the same as them, right?"
Ma Qingji laughed and said, "Are you discussing your requirements with me?"
The Skull God fell to his knees with a thud, pointing to the heavens and swearing, "I didn't do that!"
Ma Qingji said, "As I said, if you don't have the will to transcend, even gods can't save you."
He pointed at the ghost babies and said, "They are hard-hearted and ignorant of the ways of the world, so they are unresponsive and difficult to liberate. But you are like a piece of rotten wood and a piece of stone, so it's even more difficult for you. I'm helping them, but am I not also helping you?"
He said with profound meaning, "You cannot regard them as a burden. Instead, you must regard them as your treasures, your chance for liberation, and the stone of enlightenment. This is your last chance."
The Skull God shuddered all over, recalling the past, and forced himself to cheer up again.
During the three years that Gong Mengbi was away, he had been much more lazy, but now after some warnings, it seemed that they were effective again.
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