Chapter 332: It took us hundreds of years to complete the journey, but you only took twenty years!
"Murong Ji! Murong Ji! You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"

The sound rumbled and shook throughout the hall. The beams of the Mountain and River Hall shook three times, and countless dust fell down.

After the roar, Shangguan Ce sighed, picked up the things again, and continued to come out.

Putting down the things he had already dealt with, he suddenly felt a little melancholy, "Did we do something wrong? Brother, are you wrong?!"

Shangguan Ce didn't know, and sat alone in the Mountain and River Hall, silent for a long time...

On Qingyun Mountain, there is Dazhu Peak.

Early in the morning, the sun was warm, but Murong Ji did not attend early classes and his door was still closed.

Chang Qingfeng directed many little kids to process some animal bones and tendons. He looked at them one by one and nodded with satisfaction. "You guys do a good job. Master said that even though your posture is not good, when the time comes, he will guide you into the Dao."

"Although we have few people in Dazhu Peak, we don't keep useless people."

Chang Qingfeng was like a little adult, with his hands behind his back, teaching these children who might become his junior brothers. With a glance, he saw the lazy Chang Qingqing.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he stepped forward and knocked on the table in front of Chang Qingqing, "Junior Sister Qingqing, you are still their senior sister! How can you take the lead in being lazy!"

Chang Qingqing came back to her senses and rolled her eyes, "You can't even beat me, and you still have the nerve to call me Junior Sister!"

Chang Qingfeng's face suddenly turned red, "Of course not, I was the first one to kowtow to the master, and I was also the first one to offer tea to the master's wife!"

"Hmph! Master never said who he would accept first, so of course the strongest one is respected! Let's compete! Whoever wins will be the eldest disciple!"

Chang Qingfeng's mouth twitched: "I... I... I won't bother with you!" Then he walked to the side to collect the processed animal tendons and bones.

Chang Qingqing raised her eyebrows slightly, "Wait! Get back here!"

Chang Qingfeng turned a deaf ear and continued working. Chang Qingqing took a deep breath and muttered, "Master said that girls should be reserved and elegant."

After suppressing his anger, he slowly exhaled, put on a smile, and said gently: "Second brother! I'll count to three!"

Chang Qingfeng's expression froze, and he walked over with a helpless look on his face, "What are you doing? There's so much work to do!"

Chang Qingqing turned to look at the master's door, with a look of worry on her face, "It's been several days, and the master hasn't gone out. Is he injured and hasn't recovered yet?"

Chang Qingfeng didn't care at all, "You are underestimating the master. He is in seclusion. Look at the fluctuations of the aura in the room. The master is practicing."

"I thought it was something serious. What a waste of time."

Chang Qingqing came back to her senses and muttered, "I hope so." She lowered her head and continued to take out the animal tendon in her hand.

Not long after, the door of the main house was pushed open.

"Master! You are out of seclusion!"

Chang Qingqing rushed out and jumped in front of Murong Ji.

A smile suddenly appeared on Murong Ji's face as he looked at his disciple who had grown to the height of his chest. Chang Qingfeng was shorter as boys develop later.

"I have to go out for a few days, so I can't fall behind in my practice."

"Yes, master."

"Master, where are you going?"

Murong Ji pursed his lips but said nothing. After thinking for a while, he instructed: "We have a separate warehouse in the yard. If you need resources, go and get them yourself, but don't waste them."

"If there is anything you can't solve, go find your master uncle."

As he spoke, Murong Ji glanced at the dozen or so children standing in the yard, took a few steps forward, and scanned them one by one. These people, seven boys and five girls, all had poor qualifications, but were stubborn.

He asked Xiao Yicai to pick them out alone, "If you enter this courtyard, it will be considered that you have become my disciples."

"From now on, I will let Qingfeng teach you the first level of Taiji Xuanqing Taoism. I don't care what your talents are. The Dazhufeng lineage focuses on the foundation..."

Behind Murong Ji, Chang Qingfeng looked at Chang Qingqing proudly.

Chang Qingqing was so angry that she crossed her arms and refused to pay attention to him.

"You two, take care of the house and wait for me to come back."

"Yes, master."

After leaving the yard, Murong Ji bowed from afar towards Shoujing Hall. Daoxuan was possessed by a demon, and his master Tian Buyi must have noticed it.

Counting the days, it is estimated that the master will go to find Daoxuan in the next few days. He also thought about saving his master's life, but his temper made him unable to persuade his master's wife Su Ru on such a big issue.

Once the master confirms that he has been possessed by the devil, he will definitely go back and fight Daoxuan to the death.

With a sigh, he could only take one step ahead of his master.

Murong Ji straightened the lotus crown on his head and turned to head towards Tongtian Peak.

As soon as we entered Tongtian Peak, we went straight to the ancestral temple.

The back mountain of Tongtian Peak has not been attacked by any monsters. The trees are still green, the birds are singing, and the flowers are fragrant, swaying gently in the breeze.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly, looked towards the ancestral temple and frowned slightly. The evil there was extremely gloomy and became more and more intense.

When he pushed open the gate, he saw Lin Jingyu standing in the yard, and a voice could be faintly heard from the inner hall.

At this moment, Lin Jingyu happened to look back and said, "Brother Murong? Why are you here so early?"

Murong Ji nodded, "Junior Brother Lin, let's go to Yuqing Palace for a while." "What?"

Murong Ji didn't say anything else. He shook the sleeves of his robe and walked into the inner hall.

"I'm fine! Junior Brother Fan, you guys go down." His tone was full of sarcasm and coldness.

"Master, your behavior has been very strange recently, and..."

"roll!"

"Senior Brother Head!"

"you wanna die!"

"Master, calm down!"

Murong Ji took a few steps forward when Xiao Yi suddenly flew backwards, fell at Murong Ji's feet, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xiao Yicai turned around and saw it, his face lit up with joy, "Junior Brother Murong, hurry up! Save Elder Fan!"

Murong Ji nodded and walked into the inner hall, then he heard Daoxuan yelling, "You guys are hoping something bad will happen to me! You're hoping I'll become a demon! So that Wan Jianyi can take the throne, right?"

"What a pity, he is dead! Hahaha! Oh yes, yes, he also had a disciple, Xiao Yicai, who taught him hand-in-hand! He taught him the Seven Star Sword Technique hand-in-hand!"

"You are hoping that I will die so that he can take over, right?"

"Master Brother! How did you become like this?" Elder Fan shouted, trying to wake Daoxuan up.

"I have always been like this, rebelling against my superiors! You deserve to die!" After saying that, Daoxuan slapped down with his palm, so powerful that if this hit Elder Fan, he would definitely die on the spot!
Murong Ji flashed and appeared in front of Daoxuan.

"Who are you? Get out!"

Ignoring Daoxuan's angry shouts, Tianshan Zhemei Hand directly held Daoxuan's hand, turned around, and pushed with a fierce palm, pushing the seriously injured Elder Fan out.

He staggered back to the door, tripped over the threshold, and fell down outside the door, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Daoxuan looked at Murong Ji sinisterly, "Haha, you Dazhu Peak finally took action!"

Murong Ji glanced at Elder Fan who was collapsed outside the door. He was one of the few remaining powerful people in Qingyun Sect and was at the fifth level of Shangqing.

He retracted his gaze, waved his robe, and closed the door directly. Then he bowed and saluted, "Uncle Daoxuan."

Daoxuan snorted coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Murong Ji did not say anything in a hurry. He turned around and took the incense and candles. After slowly offering incense to the ancestor, he sat cross-legged on the cushion on the right.

The cushion directly above is Daoxuan's.

"I am here to discuss my marriage with Lu Xueqi with you."

Daoxuan looked at Murong Ji sinisterly, with his plate sitting at the head, "Hehehe, Lu Xueqi is pretty, and she tastes good too! You've been having an affair with her for a few years, right?"

"Aren't you tired of playing? Marry off a fallen woman like Lu Xueqi, and I'll give you a change of taste, how about that?"

Murong Ji's face became more and more gloomy, and an inexplicable anger rose in his heart, "Uncle Daoxuan, be careful with your words!"

"Haha, haha, why are you pretending? There are only two of us here, why don't we just speak our minds? If you don't like girls from other peaks, then pick one from Xiaozhu Peak. How about Jiao Wenxi's daughter Xiaoshi?"

"You are sixteen now, a blooming age. If she is not good enough, there is still someone named Shi Yan'ai, she is still your aunt, isn't that just..."

"Daoxuan!"

Murong Ji's face turned pale and he shouted angrily. The Tianwen Sword on his back kept vibrating, as if to cater to the mood of its master.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and Daoxuan chuckled again.

"You think so, right? It's not shameful. As long as you work hard for Qingyun Sect, I can help you solve any problem."

Murong Ji sighed deeply, closed his eyes and thought, reciting: "The Great Dao is invisible. It gave birth to the heaven and earth. The Great Dao is ruthless. It moves the sun and the moon. The Great Dao is nameless. It nourishes all things. I don't know its name. I just call it Dao."

"Quiet." Daoxuan frowned and said impatiently.

"The clear is the source of the turbid. The moving is the basis of the quiet. If a person can always be clear and quiet, then all heaven and earth are his. The spirit of a woman likes to be clear, but the heart disturbs it. The human heart likes quietness, but desire pulls it."

"Look inside your mind. There is no mind. Look outside your body. There is no body. Look far away at objects. There are no objects. Since these three are nothing, you can only see emptiness."

"Shut up!" An angry shout did not interrupt the voice that seemed to be asking for his life.

Murong Ji's voice was not loud, but it resounded deeply into one's heart. It was one of the 72 unique skills of Buddhism, the Lion's Roar.

The sound continued to invade Daoxuan's ears, but he became more and more irritated, and the ferocity on his face became more and more obvious.

"Observing emptiness is also emptiness. Emptiness has nothing to be empty of. What is empty is nothing. Nothingness is also nothing. Nothingness is nothing. It is always quiet. There is nothing to be quiet about. How can desire arise? Since desire does not arise, this is true tranquility."

Daoxuan's patience was completely exhausted as he listened to the sound. "Shut up!" The voice rumbled so loudly that the entire ancestral hall shook.

The Lion's Roar Technique was interrupted by Daoxuan with his powerful skills.

"Sixth level of Shangqing! Almost to the seventh level. Junior Brother Murong, you have great cultivation and great accomplishments. It took us hundreds of years to complete the journey, but you have already completed it in just twenty years."

Daoxuan's face was full of ferocity, and his red eyes were staring straight at Murong Ji.

(End of this chapter)