Chapter 190: The Wonder of Xihua
[I’m 150 years old in my three lifetimes combined. Why would I still be shy? ! ! Isn’t this nonsense? ]

Murong Ji washed his face and walked towards the cafeteria.

In the days that followed, peace returned to normal, and I repeated the cycle of practicing and reading. In fact, there was not much entertainment, and life in the mountains was very boring.

If I don't read, there's nothing else to do.

The difference is that he found "Ten Articles on Rare Treasures", as well as some books recording various spiritual materials and minerals.

"Ten Chapters on Strange Treasures", although the name says so, it does not really only have ten chapters. It records the detailed origins and functions of the magic weapons.

There are even some methods and speculations on how to conceive and nurture magic weapons.

The weapon refining method given by Master's Wife Su Ru was copied down here.

During the meal, Murong Ji noticed that as his junior sister Tian Ling'er grew up, her Taoism realm broke through very quickly, and Tian Buyi was too lazy to care about his other brothers.

He no longer forced them to practice, let alone investigate the cultivation status of several disciples.

Half a month later, Murong Ji was called to Shoujing Hall.

Seeing the elder again, Murong Ji bowed to him.

Tian Buyi said: "Brother Sun, the people are here, you can take them away."

Sun Bing stood up and clasped his fists, "Senior Brother Tian, ​​please don't be surprised if this is the sect's rule."

Tian Buyi waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

Murong Ji followed him out of the Shoujing Hall, and Sun Bing said, "Master Murong, don't be nervous, it's just a few strokes. This is the rule, and those who violate it will be punished."

"Uncle Sun, I understand."

"Well, that's good."

Walking into Tongtian Peak and entering the Discipline Hall, Murong Ji had the feeling of walking into an ancient government office.

"You have violated the rules and left the mountain without permission. You will be punished with twenty heavy sticks!"

Murong Ji then noticed that there was an acquaintance, Zeng Shushu, lying on a wide bench nearby.

"Oh, Senior Brother Zeng, you went down the mountain again and got arrested?! You never change your ways!"

Zeng Shushu looked over with anger in his eyes. He had no time to speak. The elder of the Discipline Hall above spoke up, "Zeng Shushu, you have failed to change after repeated admonitions. You will be punished with another twenty strokes of the cane."

Murong Ji sneered, but he couldn't hold it back. Before Zeng Shushu could finish his curse, the board fell.

"Dazhu Peak disciple Murong Ji! He attacked in the city! He disregarded human lives, fortunately no disaster was caused, and he will be fined forty!"

"Disciple accepts the punishment." After saying that, he lay down on another wide bench.

"Wait, there's more!"

"besides?"

The elder of the Discipline Hall spoke again, "Making fun of your fellow disciples is bad behavior. You will be beaten with twenty more strokes."

"Puchi, haha, retribution! Ouch! Hit me gently, brother, we are all acquaintances..."

Murong Ji's face froze, and his mind was full of thoughts, whether there was such a rule in the Qingyun Sect's precepts, [No!]

[Could this guy be a relative of Zeng Shushu? ! ! ]

"bump!"

A board hit Murong Ji, and the pain instantly spread throughout his body.

"Ah! Ouch!" He screamed out in pain. This board was specially made. It wouldn't hurt anyone, but it hurt! It hurt too much.

No matter how strong your body is, you can't stop it.

After sixty strokes of the board, he was in so much pain that his nose was running and his tears were streaming.

After the fight, Murong Ji felt pain and numbness all over his body and he had no strength to get up. He checked his injuries and found some redness and swelling, but nothing serious.

Only then did I understand that the Discipline Hall was meant to teach people like them a lesson.

"To bind one's nature by actions." Lying on the wide bench, Murong Ji did not move at all, like a rotten salted fish that was unwilling to turn over.

This method is not very clever, but it works for most people!
Except Zeng Shushu.

It’s not enough to be beaten, you also have to memorize the rules and regulations.

Now that he had regained his strength, Murong Ji climbed up and walked towards the Discipline Hall step by step. When he reached the door, he took a look at it.

I can’t describe the feeling in my heart. Qingyun Sect is very good at educating disciples. It makes you understand why you are being beaten and what is your mistake.

He didn't know what the other peaks were like, but the atmosphere in Dazhu Peak was really good.

Except for Junior Sister Tian Ling'er, everyone has something to do. Over time, there is an inexplicable feeling of fulfillment and a warm atmosphere.

[No wonder Zhang Xiaofan is willing to go back to the mountain.]

The turbulent sea and the great waves have tempered people and indeed smoothed out the initial passion. What they want most is to find a place where they can stay in peace.

"Murong Ji! Good boy! You don't care about the friendship between fellow disciples at all! You are such a villain who takes advantage of others' misfortune!"

Murong Ji turned around and saw Zeng Shushu scolding him angrily.

His upbringing prevented him from saying anything too harsh, but these words did not hurt Murong Ji at all.

"Brother Zeng? Have you figured out those words?"

Zeng Shushu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered, "Oh, yes, yes! I found it!" As he said that, he pulled Murong Ji and sat in the pavilion not far ahead.

He took out a small booklet from his pocket, which he had prepared in case he forgot.

Murong Ji's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself that he should prepare one as well. Sometimes all kinds of strange ideas would pop up in his mind, and he never knew when these things would be used on the path of cultivation.

"I looked it up. It's the writing of the ancient people. It's almost extinct. I translated a few words. Take a look..." Murong Ji took Zeng Shushu's booklet, and the words on it were exactly the ones on the iron plate.

Written below is Zeng Shushu’s translation and the guessed text.

Murong Ji read slowly: "Xihua is the most wonderful..."

The following fonts are gone.

"I guess the thing behind it is a person's name, or a title." Zeng Shushu rolled up his sleeves and was about to explain it to Murong Ji.

"Xihua Qi is actually another name for evil spirit. The ancients believed that both spiritual energy and evil spirit could be used for cultivation, so there was the Demon Cult... I'm getting off topic."

"I think this thing should be a tablet, used by the ancients for sacrifices."

After talking with Zeng Shushu for a long time, Murong Ji returned to Dazhu Peak, but he had a bad feeling in his heart. His master reminded him that there was something wrong with the material.

Murong Ji walked to the front of the Shoujing Hall, clasped his fists and said, "Master, the disciple is back."

"come in."

Murong Ji walked into the room and saw Tian Buyi sitting there alone. He clasped his fists and saluted again, "Master, I have some doubts."

Tian Buyi gently wiped the lid of the teacup, "You want to ask, what's the problem with the refining materials?"

Murong Ji was startled, and clasped his fists and said, "Master, that's right."

Tian Buyi sighed softly, "I can't really say what the problem is. When I was young, I traveled down the mountain and met people from the God Clan. I saw the scenes of their sacrifices."

"What they are worshipping is this iron plate. The people of the God Clan have a very different way of doing things from us. It is very magical. I just don't know why this thing appeared at the foot of Qingyun Mountain?"

Tian Buyi looked thoughtful, but couldn't figure it out. "No matter what, you have to be careful. Those gods are not easy to deal with."

"Disciple knows."

After that, I calmed down again, practiced and studied, and my life became quite comfortable.

Every month I go down the mountain with my senior brother to shop and visit home.

A peaceful and stable life seems to have magic that can soothe people's minds and make them more peaceful.

It was time to eat, Murong Ji immediately put down the writing in his hand and stretched. Now he became the same as his senior brothers.

I have become a little lazy and cannot help but sigh that the unhappiness of Dazhu Peak is definitely due to this kind of living environment.

As I walked into the cafeteria, I heard the gossips of my seniors.

"Big Brother, Master went to Tongtian Peak?"

"Well, a senior monk from Tianyin Temple came and said he had something to discuss."

Murong Ji stood at the door in shock. [Monk Puzhi! He’s here?!] He then remembered the tragedy in Caomiao Village.

"Junior brother! What are you daydreaming about?!"

Murong Ji came back to his senses, walked over and sat in his seat, and asked, "Big Brother, how long will Monk Puzhi stay in Qingyun Mountain?"

"I don't know either. I think it will take quite some time. The senior monk of Tianyin Temple is not much weaker than Master. It's a rare opportunity for us to meet. I guess we will have a discussion."

After dinner, Murong Ji was a little absent-minded. [Can I intervene in the Caomiao Village tragedy? ]

After thinking about it, he decided to give up. The risk was too great for him. Puzhi and Cangsong could both slap him to death with one slap.

【Tell the master? ! ! 】

Murong Ji frowned, but then gave up the idea. Cangsong's strength was almost one level higher than his master's.

He wanted to kill himself, all it took was a slap.

Murong Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was not a gentleman to begin with. As long as his life was not threatened or there was a certain chance of winning, he would help if he could.

A few days passed and Master Tian Buyi still hadn't returned.

When the day came to go down the mountain to buy things, Murong Ji and Song Daren went down the mountain.

Passing by Cao Miao Village, Murong Ji took a quick look and looked at the happy people in the mountain village. He slowly let out a breath.

"This is their fate." Even without me, Cao Miao Village would still be destroyed.

"What's wrong, little junior brother?" Song Daren stopped in the air and called Murong Ji.

"Nothing, I just remembered that piece of iron plate." Murong Ji then followed.

That night, a loud thunder woke Murong Ji up. He wanted to go back to sleep, but he couldn't.

After putting on his clothes, Murong Ji opened the window and faced the wind and rain that poured in, his heart in a mess.

[Heh, when did I become so caring? ! ! I started to think about others? ]

Murong Ji recalled the uprising in his previous life, and he could no longer remember whether it was for his own selfish desires or for the sake of the world.

Or, for peace of mind?

Turning around, Murong Ji picked up the magic weapon and went out. The rainy night was as dark as ink, so dark that you could hardly see your hand in front of you.

Looking up, he saw flashes of lightning in the clouds. Murong Ji was shocked. Under the reflection of the lightning, endless clouds were rolling, all rotating and circling around one point.

The clouds are so large and wide that they stretch as far as the eye can see.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

Thunder and lightning surged and brewed, as if they could destroy the heaven and earth. Murong Ji trembled subconsciously. Facing the power of heaven and earth, any cultivator would feel sympathetic.

(End of this chapter)