Chapter 265: The Emperor of Heaven, possessed by the devil?! (Added)
At this moment, Biyao seemed to be asleep.

"Ah! Ah ha ha!" Wanrenwang collapsed on the edge of the bed, laughing until tears came out.

Two grown men, crying like babies.

Suddenly, Biyao turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

The two stopped crying and carefully checked Bi Yao's condition.

"Baguio?"

"Yao'er?"

There was no response, it really seemed like he was asleep.

"Biyao can hear you guys talking now, but she can't respond. She is missing her soul, and she needs to slowly repair it."

Wanren wiped away tears, but couldn't suppress the smile on her face. She bowed to Murong Ji and said, "Mr. Murong, may I ask if there is any way to speed up my daughter's awakening?"

Murong Ji stretched lazily, "First, the Soul-Nourishing Pill, but it is expensive and the materials are hard to come by. Second, some special geographical terrains can nourish the soul, such as the place where the Soul-Devouring Stick was first nurtured."

"However, where the spiritual energy is strong, the evil energy must also be strong. If things go wrong, it will harm her."

"Third, some special formations are also possible."

"Fourth, the method of refining souls, such as the magic of the ancient witch tribe, the "Heavenly Book·Witch Scroll" and the "Heavenly Book·Ghost Scroll."

Wanrenxiang felt relieved, and the smile on his face was even more satisfied. He clasped his fists towards Murong Ji and said, "Mr. Murong is a master of formations, right? You have met two of the four conditions..."

"Don't!" Murong Ji waved his hand to interrupt him. "My current strength is shallow and far from meeting the requirements. But there is no need to rush. Can we still cooperate?"

"Master Wan, if you find the Heavenly Book, we can cooperate."

Murong Ji's words made Wanren narrow his eyes slightly. Without waiting for anyone to ask, Murong Ji continued, "How many volumes do you think there are in the Heavenly Book?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the room was completely silent, and no one spoke.

After a long time, Wanrenwang said, "We don't know either. According to my guess, there should be five volumes."

Murong Ji frowned slightly. He always felt that something was not right. With just one general outline, there were already five heavenly books on magic, Buddhism, Taoism and witchcraft.

[What is written in the heavenly book in the treasure house of heaven and earth? Is there another volume describing the soul? ]

No matter how you practice, you can't avoid three points in the end: spirit, energy and soul! He had never come into contact with ghost magic, but the incense burning jade technique was definitely from the heavenly book.

Coming back to his senses, "I'll prescribe a prescription. Let Miss Biyao take some medicine every day. It doesn't need to be too much. It will be good for her body."

After leaving Bi Yao's room, Zhang Xiaofa took him to the guest room. Murong Ji stretched and had a good sleep.

Wanrenwang is indeed a talented person with a broad mind. There is no need to say more about it. He even allows Murong Ji to read the ancient books and secret techniques of the Ghost King Sect.

Murong Ji glanced at the endless study and was a little surprised.

What is the foundation of a sect? The accumulation of knowledge is also a very important criterion. This represents how many outstanding talents can be cultivated.

The rise of a force cannot be without key figures, but it also cannot be without middle-level and grassroots leaders. A tall building rises from the ground.

A sect with only a few people, no matter how powerful it is, cannot cause much trouble. Take Dazhu Peak for example, Tian Buyi's strength is ranked third in Qingyun, which is higher than Cangsong.

It's still the same, but it still can't stop the weakening of Dazhu Peak.

"These are the books that we rushed out when we left the headquarters. Feel free to read them. If you don't understand anything, feel free to ask me."

Murong Ji glanced at Wanrenwang and suddenly smiled: "If we throw out the question of camp, I still like you very much."

"Hahaha, but I don't like you. You're not bold enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "bang" sound.

Murong Ji turned his head and saw Zhang Xiaofan carrying a tripod and placing it beside the study.

Murong Ji walked forward to take a look. This square tripod was two feet four inches long and one foot three inches wide. Its height barely reached Murong Ji's knees.

After a careful study, I found that it was engraved with all kinds of rare and exotic animals, but on the other side, there was a ferocious face engraved.

"This is the Fulong Ding!"

"Yes, the holy relic of our Holy Religion has dozens of dragons of various colors carved on its four feet. I guess that's why it got its name."

Murong Ji then realized that it was just as Wanrenwang had said.

In the next few months, Murong Ji lived and ate in the study, reading various books of the Demon Cult, copying and writing down his thoughts.

What is the significance of books to practice and life?
It is meaningless and cannot even provide any help. The only thing that helps in practice is the idea!

The contact and collision of opinions will give you countless ideas, which are the most precious.

Every word you read is not useless, it’s just that you didn’t notice it when it was working.

As the saying goes, you only regret not having read enough when you need it.

Who could have imagined that the thoughts, opinions, and even cognitions you have now are all based on the information you were exposed to several years or even decades ago?
For example, "Postpartum Care for Sows", ten years ago you might have just been curious and flipped through it and read a few pages.

Just remember, 'Proper exercise and sunshine can improve the body function of sows, promote milk secretion, and prevent the occurrence of some diseases.'

Ten years later, I accompanied my wife for a walk and basked in the sun...

This idea may seem baffling to you.

Books are something you can choose not to read, but you can’t live without them.

If you are reading "The Goddess" now, then just ignore what I said and I will not be responsible... Half a year passed in a flash. Murong Ji's face was haggard. He put down the book in his hand, glanced at the messy study, and slowly exhaled.

He fixed his eyes on the notes he had sorted out, waved his hand, and put them directly into the dragon ring.

After walking out of the study, he was not familiar with the terrain of the Ghost King, so he could only walk around randomly.

Before I knew it, I saw fewer and fewer people.

I was a little confused. The tunnels in Fox Mountain are so complicated that I got lost if I went back.

Murong Ji felt helpless. He should have asked someone to take him to wash up earlier.

"Mr. Murong."

Murong Ji was stunned and turned around to look. It was Mr. Ghost. This guy was a master of ghost arts.

"Senior!" Murong Ji bowed.

After standing up, neither of them spoke a word. Perhaps their mutual vigilance was too obvious. This feeling was very strange, as if they had met another 'self'.

"Let's talk?"

Murong Ji hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay."

Following him into a room, Mr. Ghost poured him a glass of water.

The two sat at the table and were silent for a while. It was Mr. Ghost who spoke first and asked, "Do you have a heavenly book in your hand?"

Murong Ji replied in a deep voice: "No."

He knew that this was questioning the origin of his methods, whether it was the medical method of 'using needles to kill', or the method of concentrating the mind and gathering energy of 'three elixirs to stabilize the essence'.

In this world, they are all extremely exquisite existences, and can only be justified if one has the Book of Heaven in hand.

But now, Murong Ji doesn't need to pretend.

"Mr. Ghost, do you have a heavenly book in your hand? Is it a witch's book or a ghost's book?"

Mr. Ghost did not answer, but picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Murong Ji looked at the rolling black mist under his black robe, and a mouth appeared and swallowed the water.

He frowned slightly, feeling that something was not right.

He took a look at the black robe, and it was a magic weapon. This magic weapon seemed to be preventing his aura and three elements from escaping.

Murong Ji raised the corner of his mouth slightly, he seemed to know why Mr. Gui was looking for him.

"Did you find out?!"

"Are you a human or a ghost?" Murong Ji just finished speaking and waved his hand to stop Mr. Ghost from speaking, "Don't say it, let me guess."

Murong Ji pondered for a moment, and when he saw Mr. Ghost's state, he suddenly laughed, "Because he went astray while practicing the strange art of ghosts, he became like this."

"You make a condition."

Murong Ji thought about it and realized that there was nothing he could get from Mr. Ghost. It would be more reassuring to get the ghost arts from Zhou Yixian.

Mr. Ghost's origins always made him feel uneasy. He exhaled slowly, "I don't want anything else. If you want something, you can exchange it for the Heavenly Book."

Mr. Ghost was silent for a long time before he said, "Okay."

After he finished speaking, Mr. Ghost turned and left.

Murong Ji was stunned. He really had it in his hand? ! ! Thinking about it, it was right. Linglong must have a heavenly book in his hand.

[Is this the volume that Zhang Xiaofan didn't get? ]

When the Ghost King came, Murong Ji was in a daze thinking about something. After coming to his senses, he checked Bi Yao's condition again, and after confirming that there was no problem, he was led into the room.

After washing up, Murong had a very comfortable sleep.

A few days later, Zhang Xiaofan led him into a crowded room.

Murong Ji glanced at the Ghost King's room. It couldn't be said to be simple, but it wasn't prosperous either.

"Are you disappointed?" Wanrenwang suddenly asked, and at the same time handed Murong Ji a glass of water.

"No, I didn't expect that the leader of a sect would be so simple."

Wanrenwang did not dwell on this topic for too long and asked directly: "Mr. Murong seems to know a lot about our Holy Church."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, "No matter what, the descendants of the Heavenly Emperor once protected the human race. Strictly speaking, we, the righteous path, are the villains."

"Hahahaha! If this word gets out, you will be executed by Daoxuan."

Murong Ji didn't say much. He sat cross-legged in front of Wan Wang, quietly waiting for him to teach him the heavenly book.

Wanrenwang was in a good mood and said with a smile, "I don't know how many years ago, when the human race was still struggling under the control of the alien race, the Holy Mother of the Netherworld and the Heavenly Evil King of the Underworld appeared out of nowhere and reversed the situation of the human race being in a weak position."

Murong Ji was stunned. The Holy Mother of the Netherworld and the Heavenly Evil King of the Underworld? What the hell is the relationship between them and the Emperor of Heaven? Suddenly, he understood something.

"You mean..."

Wanren nodded, "I'm just guessing. It's hard to say what caused this situation."

Murong Ji lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment, [Emperor of Heaven, has he been possessed by a demon?!]

(End of this chapter)