Chapter 17 Dharma Name: Shi Liao Yuan

In the Song Dynasty, horses were a scarce resource and very expensive.

Murong Ji walked towards Chengtian Temple, this time speeding up.

Before the end of the twelfth lunar month, Murong Ji finally arrived at the gate of Chengtian Temple.

After selling the horses, he simply bought some supplies and went up the mountain.

After knocking on the temple door, he first presented the letter from his master Zhang Boduan, and then entered the temple.

What Murong Ji didn't expect was that the person who met him was the abbot of Chengtian Temple.

In the Zen room,
Murong Ji bowed respectfully and said, "May I ask your name, Master?"

"Amitabha, my surname is Lin, and my Buddhist name is Shi Liaoyuan."

Murong Ji was stunned. The scholar was right. The person written on Zhang Boduan's envelope was Brother Lin.

Murong Ji quickly bowed, "Disciple Murong Ji, greetings to Uncle Master."

Shi Leyuan accepted this gift, which meant that he was teaching him as his teacher. Murong Ji breathed a sigh of relief. To be able to be friends with someone like his master, he must be very powerful, right? !
"I have read your master's letter. From now on, you should stay in the temple and do your homework. You should be diligent."

"Before that, I want to ask you a question."

"Uncle Master, please speak."

"What do you want?" Murong Ji was stunned, then smiled and said, "Uncle Master, of course I..."

Shi Liaoyuan interrupted Murong Ji directly, "I'm asking what you want most. Your master said that you don't know what to do. You are his last disciple, but you can't be his successor."

"I think it's because you are not interested in this and are not on the same path as us. Your answer will determine what I teach you and how long I will teach you. Think about it carefully."

Murong Ji was silent. He really didn't know. He knelt on the ground with a plop: "I... I don't know, Uncle Master, you can teach me anything..."

Shi Leyuan sighed and said, "In that case, you should go down the mountain."

Murong Ji was startled and became a little anxious, "Uncle Master..."

Shi Leyuan chanted his Buddhist beads, "Scholars want to pass the imperial examinations and go down in history. Your master wanted to become an immortal and spent his entire life trying to achieve enlightenment. What do you want most now? Revenge? What after revenge? Or..."

Shi Liaoyuan said a lot, but Murong Ji didn't listen to a word. After a long time, he asked, "Uncle Master, are there immortals in this world?"

Shi Yuan was stunned for a moment, looking at Murong Ji with a complicated expression. He had never experienced Murong Ji's situation before, and he watched him subconsciously touch the bracelet on his left hand, which was a Taoist golden hoop.

"The poor monk doesn't know."

Murong Ji exhaled slowly. Time travel, this word has become commonplace in later generations, but once it happens to someone, it will definitely overturn all his cognition.

Several questions arise unconsciously.

Are there gods in this world?!

Is it possible to live forever in this world?
Can I become an immortal?!
Traveling to the Tianlong world made Murong Ji extremely excited. Why?
Because there is inner strength! The inner strength has appeared!

Why can't there be an 'immortal'!
An immortal!
This is why he must worship Zhang Boduan as his master. Zhang Boduan is the one closest to him, the "immortal" in the eyes of later generations!

If you have not experienced what Murong Ji went through, traveled through such an outrageous thing, and witnessed the magic of the bracelet on his wrist, it is really impossible to understand Murong Ji's mood and madness at this moment.

Through thousands of years of myths and legends, the word "immortal" has never disappeared in history.

"I, I want to become an immortal! I want to live forever! Uncle Master, I know this is ridiculous! It's unrealistic, but you don't know that there is inner force in this world!"

"There is the Golden Elixir Method! There is Chen Tuan! There is the Eternal Youth Technique! There is..."

"Amitabha!" Shi Leyuan knocked Murong Ji unconscious with one palm and sighed softly. He really didn't know what to say. He was helpless and could only stuff the Diamond Sutra in his hand into his arms.

Diamond Sutra, breaks obsessions.

Then, Shi Yuan sighed softly. Zhang Boduan was an experienced man, so how could he not see the problem with this child?
"You, you are a lunatic. Now you send me another lunatic. It's really..."

Attaining the Tao and becoming an immortal is the obsession of almost every Taoist.

As far as he knew, Zhang Boduan had gone through a lot when he was young, but now that he was old and had no hope of becoming an immortal, he could only write down his own things.

But he was unwilling to give up, so he found another person who was just like him, a person seeking immortality.

Looking at Murong Ji again, I wonder if this child is pitiful or lucky...

……

Living in Chengtian Temple is actually quite boring. Murong Ji also needs to abide by many precepts and recite scriptures every day, just as much as the monks in the temple.

Apart from setting aside time in the afternoon for him to cultivate his inner strength and practice swordsmanship, he is no different from a monk.

Murong Ji looked at the pile of scriptures in front of him and felt overwhelmed.

Shi Leyuan was stricter than Zhang Boduan. Although he looked such a kind person, he was ruthless when it came to punishing people.

I taught Zhang Boduan, it’s up to you whether you want to learn or not.

Shi Le Yuan is right. I have taught you, and you have to learn it whether you want to or not.

However, what Murong Ji did not expect was that there were quite a few Taoist and Confucian books in Chengtian Temple.

Although no one gave him any explanation, when he encountered something he didn't understand, this uncle Shi Leyuan could really give him the answer. A few words of guidance would make him suddenly understand.

I have to say that this person is really good at the knowledge of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.

Murong Ji put down the book and was stunned. Such a person should not have no trace in history?! Maybe he didn't know?

Yes, history is vast, and I don’t know how many great people it has buried.

It was my first New Year’s Eve in Chengtian Temple. The temple was bustling with activity, but we could not break the rules.

But Murong Ji was not a monk. After the fifth day, he walked out of the temple and went down the mountain to have a meal.

The gold leaves given by his cheap aunt Li Qingluo were really a lot of money. They were all his expenses over the years, and until now, there were still two bags that he hadn't touched.

In January of the sixth year of Yuanfeng, Murong Ji grew another year older and was fourteen years old this year.

He was of a sturdy build. The Murong family was a noble family after all, and his appearance was outstanding. However, Murong Ji had a scholarly air and was somewhat elegant.

Sitting in the inn, he ordered a table full of dishes and started eating with big mouthfuls. At this time, he didn't care about etiquette or not. He just had to eat his fill first.

He ordered some vegetarian dishes and bought a fish, which he brought back to the temple. When Shi Liaoyuan was not paying attention, he put the dishes on the table.

Shi Liaoyuan has a hobby, which is eating fish.

Over the past six months, Shi Leyuan has made many corrections to Murong Ji's training problems. For example, since Murong Ji had weak attacking power, he taught him a palm technique.

It is extremely strong and masculine, extremely domineering, and is called the "Palm of Great Compassion and Great Mercy". If you cannot take it after one palm strike, you will either die or be seriously injured.

The most important thing is that this set of palm techniques is a five-palm combo...

It’s simply a magical skill of physical transcendence!!
(End of this chapter)