Chapter 23 Going Down the Mountain
After entering the lower courtyard and packing up, Murong Ji took Shi Leyuan's pulse and found that the injury was not too serious and he could treat it himself. He went down the mountain to buy some medicine, boiled it, and helped him take it.

Then he started to treat his back injury.

Shi Leyuan has strong internal strength, so this is nothing to him.

The injury healed in less than half a month.

At this time, the punishment for Shi Leyuan was also decided. The new abbot demoted Shi Leyuan's status to an elder, and imposed many restrictions on him, which almost cut off Shi Leyuan's future.

Murong Ji looked at the downgraded certificate with a grim face.

"Uncle Master..."

"Okay, have you finished your homework for today?!"

Murong Ji angrily threw the certificate of ordination on the table and turned to leave the meditation room.

“Don’t cause trouble”

"understood."

He knew that someone was deliberately suppressing him. The matter of releasing Yuan could be a big deal or a small one, but now his certificate of ordination was directly reduced, which was like a commoner being demoted to a pariah.

He exhaled, picked up the sword and started practicing.

Every move was filled with anger, the Tianwen Sword cut through the air, heavy and fierce, completely unlike the continuous sword-controlling style of the Murong family.

"If you practice with anger, be careful not to get carried away!"

The sound in the Zen room rumbled, as if it had consciousness, and drilled into Murong Ji's ears.

Murong Ji put away his sword and walked back to the meditation room, "Uncle Master, why... this punishment is clearly to end your career."

As Shi Liaoyuan was doing his homework, the wooden fish became louder and louder, and he said, "What's the big deal? I made a mistake and I am punished. It's no problem."

Murong Ji was about to speak again when Shi Leyuan stopped beating the wooden fish and asked, "You have been practicing with me for two years, right?"

"Yes, Uncle Master, it's almost two years."

"Well, the day after tomorrow, let's go down the mountain."

Murong Ji was startled, and then stood there in a daze, "Uncle Master, did I... did I do something wrong?"

Shi Liaoyuan shook his head. "I thought that I could use the secret scripture of Chengtian Temple to forge your character and help you avoid taking detours in the future. But now it's no longer possible. If you continue to follow me, it will only delay you."

Murong Ji opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Shi Leyuan continued to lift the wooden fish.

"After coming down the mountain, read more books, including Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism and many other knowledge besides the three religions. The three religions and nine schools of thought, all of them are knowledge and reflect the mind and nature."

"Some are even as good as the three teachings. When reading, do not be biased, do not be biased because of humbleness, and do not be specialized because of breadth."

"If you want to become an immortal, you must reach the level of your master. Do you know what the three words Zhang Boduan represent?"

At this point, Shi Leyuan sighed, "It represents the pinnacle of the world, and no one can surpass it."

After he finished speaking, he sighed slowly, "In fact, you have to specialize in something. You have to be proficient in your own things."

"As for martial arts, the swordsmanship of the Murong family is your foundation. Dou Zhuan Xing Yi and the Xiao Wu Xiang Gong are both martial arts that have been inherited from all over the world and used for their own benefit. They can be used as means, but not as the foundation."

Murong Ji knelt on the ground, listening very carefully, afraid of missing a word. What should he say? How should he say it?
This is a senior showing me the way.

If you want to figure out these words by yourself, it will probably take you half your life.

If they were not father and son or master and apprentice, who would teach so earnestly?
"Your master left you a book and the word 'Sincerity'. I will also give you a book and the word 'Truth'."

As he spoke, he took out a book from the side, "The Inner Path of Sex and Life". Murong Ji's face became extremely solemn, Zhou Dunyi, Chen Tuan!

Chen Tuan developed the Wujitu according to Zhouyi, and the idea of ​​turning the reverse into the elixir came from him. As for Zhou Dunyi, he was closer to Murong Ji. Although he had died for more than ten years, his achievements were not low.

Expanding and summarizing Chen Tuan's Wujitu, further integrating Taoist and Confucian scholarship, Zhou Zi's Taijitu was created. This was a step forward to "becoming a smooth person".

Don’t underestimate these two pictures, as they almost cover all the contents of the Golden Elixir method of cultivating both sex and life!

And this book "The Inner Path Diagram of Sex and Life" is the academic summary of the two.

In the Ming Dynasty of later generations, Murong Ji remembered that there would be a person who would summarize the alchemy method and write the book "The Key to Sex and Life".

"Uncle Master, this..."

"Study carefully, it will be good for you. As for the word 'truth', you often say that you can use the unreal to cultivate the real, so I don't need to say more."

Shi Yuan sighed and looked at Murong Ji with eyes full of confusion. After a long time, he said, "To me, your aptitude and understanding are not good."

"You can't be a pure good person. You can't be a complete bad person either. Murong Ji, I have something to say to you today. It's up to you whether you listen or not."

Murong Ji bowed his head and listened quietly. Honest words are unpleasant to the ear. Some words are unpleasant to hear, but they are the truth.

"When you enter the martial arts world, you must act decisively and do not hesitate. Kill when necessary and let go when necessary. You should prioritize your own safety and interests. As for the rest, you can do whatever you want."

Murong Ji looked up suddenly and stared at Foyin, but Foyin stopped talking about this and changed the subject.

On this day, Murong Ji and Shi Leyuan chatted for a long time.

Finally, Shi Leyuan set his eyes on Murong Ji's left wrist. It was a bracelet, or more precisely, a golden hoop.

Upon seeing this, Murong Ji took off the bracelet and handed it over.

Shi Leyuan reached out to take it, and in an instant, the Vajra bracelet slowly dissipated and turned into gold powder. The gold powder gathered into a golden light and returned to Murong Ji's wrist.

The two were stunned. Was this just their eyes playing tricks on them?
Shi Yuan exhaled, "It's fate. That's all."

Three days later, Murong Ji went down the mountain.

Standing in front of the gate of Chengtian Temple and looking at the monks in this temple, the anger in my heart, which had been barely suppressed, suddenly rose up.

With a sneer, he unsheathed the Tianwen sword and carved a poem directly in front of the gate of Chengtian Temple.

When you realize the truth, don't talk about destiny; when you practice cultivation, don't seek true scriptures.

One sorrow, one joy, one prosperity and decline, which one is destined in the previous life?

The cassock is inherently pure, and the red dust does not stain its empty nature.

The thousand-year-old clock in the ancient temple is just a foolish dream.

He sheathed his sword, mounted his horse, and rode away.

Not long after Murong Ji left, a carriage stopped in front of the temple. The noble lady who took Su Shi away got off the carriage, followed by an official from the Song Dynasty.

The two of them walked into the temple hand in hand. When they glanced at each other, the noble lady stopped.

He frowned slightly and looked at the words on the wall in silence.

The official beside him said with a smile: "Hahaha, the cassock is not pure in nature, and the worldly affairs are not stained by it. Great, Qin has opened his eyes. This little brother is quite interesting."

The noble lady's brows relaxed and she uttered two words: "Nonsense."

Lift your skirt slightly and enter the temple.

(End of this chapter)