Chapter 264: Concentrating the Mind
The voices of the thousands of people were sorrowful, and their tears could not stop flowing.

For a moment, Murong Ji couldn't tell how much real emotion he had. He frowned slightly, but was constantly weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

He can protect himself now, but he is unable to compete with top-notch Shangqing masters like them.

"What if I don't help?"

Wanren was stunned. He lifted the front of his robe and was about to kneel down to Murong Ji, but Zhang Xiaofan knelt down before him.

He knocked his head to the ground, "Seventh Senior Brother, I beg you. As long as you can save Bi Yao, I will agree to do whatever you want."

Murong Ji frowned slightly and took a sip of the herbal tea in his hand.

"Master Wan, you and I are on different sides. You understand many things without me having to tell you."

Murong Ji stood up and paced back and forth, thinking that this was his chance to get in touch with the Fulong Ding, otherwise he would have to wait for ten years or even longer.

Opportunities are rare and will never come back. In ten years, there are too many variables.

After thinking for a while, he said, "I have a few conditions, and I hope Sect Master Wan can agree to them."

"Mr. Murong, just speak up. I will do it!"

Murong Ji walked down the steps, "First, I want to see the Fulong Ding."

Wanren was startled and glanced at Qinglong. Back then, he had copied the Qiankun Qingguang Ring just by looking at it. This level of weapon refiner was really...

Thinking of his only daughter, Wan Wan gritted his teeth, [It's not so easy to replicate the sect's sacred weapon! ]

"Okay, I agree."

Murong Ji exhaled, "Secondly, I want to read the books stored in your Ghost King Sect, no matter what they are, history, medicine, gossip, magic techniques, etc."

What people learn is diverse, and the Ghost King Sect definitely has a large collection of books. Knowledge has always been the most important resource on the path of cultivation.

Ten thousand people looked at Murong Ji carefully, this one was the simplest for him.

"Okay! This one's easy."

Murong Ji's brain was working rapidly. This was a dangerous road. There was a possibility that he would not be able to return once he went there. His pupils shrank slightly. "Third, the Ghost King Sect must guarantee my safety. They must send me back the same way they took me there."

"Hahaha, what do you think of me, Mr. Murong? I, Wanwanwang, still have some credibility." Having said that, Wanwanwang swore a solemn oath.

"God is above us. If we, the ten thousand men, go back on our word to Murong Ji, we will die without a burial place! The consequences will also be paid to future generations!"

Murong Ji secretly exhaled, "Fourth, I want to borrow the two "Heavenly Books" from the Ghost King Sect to take a look."

Wanrenwang was silent for a moment, lowered his head and kept thinking, then said: "Okay, but Mr. Murong, please don't spread it."

"If I pass it on to my descendants, it doesn't count as a side story, right?"

Wanren nodded without saying much.

After negotiating the terms, Murong Ji left a letter. Just as he was about to walk out of the yard, he saw Chang Qingqing's big eyes looking through the crack in the door.

"Everyone, please wait for me outside the courtyard."

Then he walked to the door of the room, pushed it open, looked at Chang Qingqing sitting on the ground, picked her up, and patted the dirt off her body.

"Master, don't you want us anymore? Qingqing, be obedient..."

Hearing the little thing crying, Murong Ji chuckled and hugged her, "How could I bear to leave you two little things behind. I'll be out for a while and will be back soon."

"When your master's wife comes tomorrow, you two will go live with her. Remember to help the master keep an eye on her and don't let her run away."

"Well, I will keep an eye on her. Master's wife can't run away."

Murong Ji covered her with a blanket and said, "Don't fall behind in your studies. Do you hear me?"

"Ah."

After closing the door, Murong Ji showed his presence and followed the tens of thousands of people down Qingyun Mountain.

Murong Ji looked back, half of it shining under the moonlight and the other half hidden in the dark blue clouds, and he slowly exhaled.

He came to his senses and turned away.

After Murong Ji left, Chang Qingqing suddenly got up, lay down in the crack of the door, and watched Murong Ji follow them away.

A pair of big eyes blinked as he looked outside. When they walked away, he suddenly pushed the door, only to find that it was locked from the outside.

I got so anxious that I burst into tears.

"Qingqing! What's wrong with you?"

Chang Qingfeng walked out of the door sleepily, glanced at Chang Qingqing's door, and asked with some confusion.

"Master, Master has been taken away. Go find Master's Wife! Go find Master's Wife!"

Chang Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, rushed to Murong Ji's room, saw nothing there, turned around and ran out.

"Wait for me, I'll be back soon!"

Ghost King Sect.

Murong Ji sat at the table, eating his food with big mouthfuls, glancing at the people around him.

"No, you're not hungry, why are you just watching me eat?"

"I have something on my mind and I really have no appetite. Mr. Murong, just eat as much as you want and don't worry about us."

Murong Ji ignored them and filled his stomach first.

"How are the preparations going?"

"Everything is ready. We are just waiting for you, Mr. Murong."

Murong Ji nodded, ate the remaining food in the bowl, and finally picked up a cup of tea to calm his thirst.

After resting for a while, he turned to look at the man in black robe. "Is this Mr. Ghost?"

The man in black robe clasped his fists towards Murong Ji but said nothing.

Since the other person had no interest in chatting with him, Murong Ji didn't say anything.

It was not until Zhang Xiaofan came back that Murong Ji stood up and said, "Shall I go see Miss Biyao?"

"this way please."

When I walked into Biyao's bedroom, I smelled a faint fragrance, as if all girls' rooms have that kind of fragrance.

Murong Ji exhaled, glanced at the surroundings, and finally his eyes fell on the huge cold jade bed under Bi Yao.

"Good guy!"

This thing is rare. In his previous life, there was a cold jade bed in Lingjiu Palace, which he treasured very much.

Later, that thing was moved into the Dayan Palace.

He moved a chair and sat next to Bi Yao. After taking her pulse, he knew her condition.

The living dead.

It's not a vegetative state. The living dead is a state of spiritual practice.

The difference between the two is that a vegetative person is actually still alive, and his body is still functioning, while a living dead person is already dead, but is forcibly hanging on to his last breath to prevent him from dying.

Without special treatment, their bodies will gradually rot.

Murong Ji patted the cold jade bed, he was really itching to get it, this kind of thing is hard to come by, in other people's hands, it's just a bed, but in his hands, it would be of great use.

"Seventh Senior Brother, what's going on?"

Murong Ji stretched lazily, "Biyao's soul is damaged. If I take action, I can only make her a vegetable."

“Vegetative?!”

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and explained: "To live is to repair the soul and keep sleeping."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, "Does this mean that Biyao can wake up?"

A pair of eyes stared at Murong Ji, wanting to get a definite answer from him.

"Yes, but it's not that I don't have a way... it's just..."

"Mr. Murong, please do as you wish. We will fully cooperate with you!"

With these words, Murong Ji no longer held back, and within a few days, he removed the thirteen short needles from Bi Yao's body.

The Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles had been removed, but then something went wrong.

Murong Ji took a look at Bi Yao's current situation. Blood-red mist mixed with azure-blue true energy continuously emanated from the acupuncture points all over her body.

A translucent blue light slowly emanated from Bi Yao's head and facial features. It was the soul, especially the eyes, where the condition was the most serious.

A group of people looked at the true energy, blood, and soul that continued to escape from Bi Yao. They were at a loss as to what to do and could only look at Bi Yao helplessly.

Murong Ji calmly sat aside, picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.

But in the mind, he is constantly thinking, concentrating his energy, this is kung fu.

It is also the biggest difference between the cultivation methods of the previous life and this life.

The true Qi cultivated in the Zhu Xian world and the 'Qi' cultivated in the previous life are not the same thing.

Murong Ji still can't tell what the spiritual energy is. He used to guess that it was a way to nourish the spirit.

Actually, it is not. Or rather, it is more than that.

Tranquility is a kind of cultivation and also a state of mind. It cannot be explained clearly, but that does not mean it does not exist.

Now, Murong Ji realized the difference between the two.

If he and Bi Yao had switched positions, Murong Ji would never have experienced the situation of the Three Yuans escaping.

That kind of 'calmness' seemed to naturally restrain 'his' state.

Put down the teacup and exhale slowly: "The turbidity can be stopped, and the tranquility will gradually make it clear."

If Bi Yao was still conscious, I would have directly taught her the meditation method from her previous life. But now that it’s no longer possible, I can only help her myself.

As he put down the cup, the gray inner energy from Murong Ji's body dissipated directly and gradually flowed into Bi Yao's acupoints, mouth and nose, helping her to concentrate and regulate her breathing.

“When the primordial spirit is concentrated, the spirit of breathing will naturally be calm and stable.” This is the method in “The Key to Sex and Life”.

It is also said in Daoxiang Ji: The spirit is settled by the breath, and the breath is settled by the spirit. When they depend on each other, it is called great tranquility.

The mind and breath are interdependent, which is the basic skill of gathering qi and concentrating the mind. With long-term practice, a conditioned reflex relationship between thoughts, breath, and meridians can be established.

Does it look like the "Three Dan Ding Yuan" in the Golden Elixir Method? In fact, it is the same thing, but the method is different.

The three elixirs of essence, energy and spirit firmly determine the interdependent relationship between the body, breath and soul.

Murong Ji came back to his senses and glanced at Bi Yao. The three elements that had escaped from his body had been taken back into his body and were slowly flowing through his meridians.

Only at this moment did Murong Ji let out a long sigh.

"Fortunately, it fulfilled its mission."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaofan and Wanren rushed to Bi Yao to check on her condition.

He carefully probed into the true energy and found that the skills in Biyao's body were running automatically.

This continued, Biyao's breathing was long, her chest rose and fell slowly, and the vitality around her body continued to gather and recover.

(End of this chapter)