Chapter 165: Such a Perfection
Murong Ji rode on his horse, looking at the lantern reflected on Su Shi's old face, and smiled: "Qiao Feng once gave me a sincere warning, the arrogant dragon will regret it."

Su Shi stroked his beard and said, "The man who died at Yanmen Pass? Well, he is quite knowledgeable. But you are different."

"What have you done? Do you really think those people..."

Murong Ji did not listen to the rest of the words. In fact, both of them knew that with Emperor Zhezong around, no one dared to touch his Murong family.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly and looked at Su Shi who was chattering non-stop. He was not the kind of person who was nagging, he was just panicking in his heart.

【I am no exception. 】

Fellow Taoists, fellow Taoists, people of the same path.

There are tens of thousands of people in this world, but there are very few who can really talk to each other. If you lose someone like Su Shi or Shi Liaoyuan, who can guide you on the right path, you will lose a spiritual sustenance.

Three days later in the morning, when Murong Ji and others arrived at Jinshan Temple, it happened to be just opening.

Without saying much, he and Su Shi went straight to Shi Yuan's meditation room.

When they pushed the door open, they saw Shi Leyuan sitting at the table, doing his homework with his eyes slightly closed. The two of them stood at the door without disturbing him.

Listening to the Zen chanting, I understood that Shi Leyuan was in good condition at this moment. If it weren't for his pale face, one would have thought he was healthy.

"Amitabha, please make way."

Murong Ji opened the door and found a little monk. He walked to the table with a food box and placed the porridge and food on the table.

Not more, not less, just three bowls.

He exchanged a glance with Su Shi, and realized that Shi Liaoyuan was waiting for the two of them. He calculated the time accurately, and he would return to his glory today.

The two of them sighed inwardly.

After Shi Liaoyuan finished his work, he put down the gavel in his hand, stroked the bowl to stop it from vibrating, and then motioned for the two to sit down with a gentle look on his face.

"Foyin, you missed us, so you deliberately tricked us here, right? You old bald donkey, you are not a human being anymore." Su Shi's voice kept shaking.

"How can my old bones withstand such torture from you?"

Although he was joking, his face was already in tears.

Shi Liaoyuan still looked the same, with a pale face, his hands clasped together, and he said "Amitabha".

The three of them finished their breakfast in silence, and then Su Shi and Shi Leyuan continued to chat, from their youth to the present, and from their acquaintance to their understanding.

It was not until Shi Layuan could no longer hold on that he gave up.

Shi Liaoyuan held the handrail and motioned Murong Ji to come forward.

Murong Ji knelt before him respectfully and kowtowed, "Uncle Master." His choked voice was filled with confusion and reluctance.

Shi Yuanfang felt very relieved, thought for a while and said, "If you are confused in the future, just go and read the book again."

"Disciple, please remember this."

Shi Leyuan opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something else, but finally closed it again. However, the unwillingness in his heart made him unable to let go.

He said again: "If you have the opportunity to see the immortals and Buddhas, please come to Jinshan Temple. Then, I will know."

Murong Ji wiped his tears and asked, "What if I am no longer in this world? Instead, I go to the immortal world or the Buddhist world..."

Shi Liaoyuan put his hands together and said, "Then just say, 'Shi Liaoyuan, your practice is complete.' It will be like telling me in person."

“Let what I have learned, sought, and practiced come to an end.”

Murong Ji bowed his head and said, "Disciple obeys!"

Shi Yuan sighed softly, and then Murong Ji realized that it was not a sigh, but the last breath he took.

At the same time, he also lost his strength and vitality, as if he was waiting for Murong Ji to agree.

He didn't know whether there were Buddhist kingdoms or immortal realms in this world or outside this world. Murong Ji also didn't know whether there were reincarnation and immortality.

Perfection, what is perfect?
It is nothing more than putting a full stop to the path you have taken. No matter whether what you have learned or practiced is right or wrong, there must be an answer in the end.

Whether this answer makes people happy or disappointed, it is to tell oneself that one's road has come to an end, and to tell future generations whether this road is accessible or not.

It is so perfect, and it is perfect.

Watching Shi Leyuan being carried by a group of monks on the Buddha's pagoda and burned into a pile of ashes and a wisp of green smoke, everything became calm again.

On the way back to the capital, Su Shi, who was originally healthy and strong, seemed as if someone had pulled out his bones and instantly became hunched over.

He looked haggard and his voice was a little hoarse.

Along the way, he didn't say a word. Murong Ji sighed lightly and wanted to say a few words of comfort, but was instantly retorted by him.

"Boy! Shut up! I'm strong and can eat three big bowls of rice! I haven't scolded those bastards in the court enough, how could they die like this!"

"Even if I die, I don't need you to come and cry for me. You might as well just stop coming!"

Murong Ji: "..."

After sending Su Shi back to Beijing, Murong Ji began to pack up and lead his family back to Gusu.

On the way back, Yang Yueman found out that she was pregnant again.

Between sadness and joy, Murong Ji suddenly came to his senses. Time passed so quickly and he already had four children.

Looking at Li Qinglu, who was holding the child and coaxing him softly in the carriage, he felt emotional. When he returned to Gusu, he gave Murong Ji a critical hit.

"What?! Aunt, you are going to the Dali Palace?!!!" Murong Ji's face turned pale, and he felt extremely strange in his heart. His mother, who had been widowed for many years, was going to have a second spring? !
"I have already made the decision. You have no say on this matter."

"My... aunt, what kind of heart does Dao Baifeng have?! Can you handle it in the harem? And Duan Zhengchun..."

"What's wrong with Duan Zhengchun! What's wrong with Duan Zhengchun! He's your uncle, don't call him Duan Zhengchun from now on! What nonsense!"

Murong Ji: "..."

"Also! Your cousin is not ugly, right? She is the most beautiful girl in the world, why don't you like her?! She has waited for you for so many years, there should be a time for her to finally come!"

"I tell you, I only have this one daughter. It's a disgrace for her to be your concubine. If you dare to bully her, I..." Li Qingluo picked up the sword beside her and measured it again and again.

"I'll poke holes all over you."

Murong Ji felt helpless and was at a loss as to what to do with Li Qingluo.

That night, Li Qingluo forced Murong Ji to stay overnight in Mantuo Mountain. She personally carried Wang Yuyan and put her into Murong Ji's room.

That night, Murong Ji had a very carefree time.

A few days later, Li Qingluo was picked up by Duan Zhengchun...

Murong Ji had an awkward look on his face, he didn't know whether he should be angry or give his blessing.

Angry, but not as angry as I imagined. Duan Zhengchun was the responsible person after all. If I hadn't intervened, he would have committed suicide for love.

But should I say blessing? Not really, I'm not willing to say so...

Perhaps out of consideration for Murong Ji's feelings, Duan Zhengchun did not go too far and took the initiative to strike up a conversation. After all, he was the Emperor of Dali, and it was not easy for him to be humble.

Even after he sent them away, Murong Ji still hadn't gotten over the awkward feeling.

Wang Yuyan gently pulled her sleeve and said, "Cousin, let's go back."

The days suddenly became smooth, and Murong Ji was either practicing or fooling around with his wives.

There were not many entertainment activities in this era, so adding population to the Chinese nation was a great merit.

Nearly thirty years old, Murong Ji's energy and blood had almost reached its peak.

He was not sure whether he was invincible or not, but he knew that Emperor Zhezong Zhao Xu had changed the reign title again.

Jianzhong.

This was originally the reign title of Emperor Huizong of Song, but now it has become that of Emperor Zhezong. After receiving Li Qingzhao's letter and confirming that Emperor Zhezong was fine, Murong Ji began to prepare for his trip to Huashan.

Huashan, one of the Five Great Mountains.

It occupies a very important mountain in Chinese heritage and is also a deified mountain.

Mount Hua is world-famous for its steepness.

Murong Ji looked at the news in his hands, which were all various legends and some strange landscapes and wonders.

He slowly sat down on the chair, put down the stack of documents, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"You want to explore Huashan alone?!" Yang Yueman's face was solemn, and his tone unconsciously rose. Then he gently patted the child in his arms and shook him gently.

Murong Ji put down the teacup, pulled his eldest son Murong Xuan in front of him, and checked his bones.

When he was a child, he didn't understand what root bones were. How could the root bones of such a young child be examined?
Now Murong was pinching his son's bones carefully.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is a problem of bone quality. As the saying goes, the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts. For martial arts practitioners, the diet is much stricter than that for students.

When children are growing up, they need to have enough food. How bad can it be if you are born in the Murong family?

This is still the most basic. Some children are born with hard bones. It’s not that they have strong bones, but their bones are really hard.

He looks thin and never gains weight no matter how much he eats. He is not that tall compared to people of the same age. However, when he weighs himself, he finds that he is dozens of pounds heavier than his peers.

This kind of person is born to be a good candidate for martial arts.

Only by training hard in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer, and after months and years of practice, can your bones be made as strong as a rock. Then you can train your reaction, speed, gain weight, etc.

Some children are born with weak constitutions, and if they work hard or do strenuous exercise, it is very likely that they will lose their lives.

Even if they survived, their lifetime achievements would be limited. For such people, practicing martial arts would be in vain in the end, so it would be better to find another way out.

Murong Ji pinched Murong Xuan's bones and nodded, which was not bad. He turned to Yang Yueman and said, "Well, I'll go by myself. It's a round trip and I can come back faster."

Yang Yueman was somewhat reluctant in her heart, but she could only shut up after hearing this, and finally sighed, "Come back soon."

Murong Ji nodded, looked at his son and said, "Starting tomorrow, I will teach you how to practice and lay a solid foundation. Don't be lazy."

Murong Xuan's eyes widened, almost shining brightly: "I know, Daddy."

"Let's go play."

Murong Ji looked at the little kids outside the gate of Chanhe Manor. They were the sons of the four major ministers of the Murong family.

Suddenly he thought of something, his face darkened, "Come back!"

(End of this chapter)