Chapter 361 Taoist Priest, I Will Get Married When I Return

Murong Ji was a little surprised. Recalling the two exchanges he had with Pu Hong, he understood what Pu Hong meant. He wanted to debate with him.

This is a good thing. He has this intention. If you don't debate the truth, you won't understand it. The same is true for Buddhism. In the process of debating, he is also perfecting his Buddhism.

It can also be considered as a discussion of the Dao.

"Master Puhong, I came here to ask for a favor. I wonder if you can help me?"

Pu Hong clasped his hands together, "Master Brother Murong, please feel free to speak."

Murong Ji clasped his hands together and asked, "Excuse me, Master, do you know if the 'Heaven and Earth Wheel of Reincarnation' is in Tianyin Temple?"

Pu Hong was startled. "Yes, this rare treasure is indeed in Tianyin Temple. I wonder if you are…"

Murong Ji took out a book from his bosom and handed it over, "Please have a look, Master."

Pu Hong took it, looked at the name of the book, and whispered: "The Book of Changes". He opened it and saw that it was a book that recorded the changes of the stars and the calendar solar terms.

The word "Zhou Yi" means "all-encompassing", covering everything and repeating over and over again. Yi means "yin and yang", the rotation of the sun and the moon, and endless changes.

Pu Hong looked carefully and found that the changes in the stars, the interpretation of the hexagrams, the rotation of life and death, the rise and fall of life and death, all of which were included. It could be used to guide people in their conduct and to promote the development of the Zhou Tian.

For a moment, Pu Hong was stunned and speechless. Others couldn't understand it, but he did!
"Heavenly Book?!!!"

A cry of surprise frightened Fashang and Murong Ji.

"No, it's not a heavenly book. This is the hard work of an old senior, and it fell into my hands by chance."

Pu Hong regained his composure and smiled bitterly, "It's not impossible to lend you the Qiankun Samsara Disk, but it's in the hands of my junior brother Pu De, so I need his consent."

Murong Ji nodded: "As it should be. May I ask where Master Pu De is? I will go and visit him."

Pu Hong was about to agree, but suddenly he thought of something, his face froze, and he put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name, "Dharma-situation."

"The disciple is here."

"Take this book with you and go and ask for it."

"Yes."

Watching the Dharma image go out, Murong Ji didn't ask anything. Pu De, who had fought with him before, had not yet healed from the injuries of the Vajra Palm and the Great Compassion Palm.

In addition, he was an expert in medicine, so he could tell at a glance. Although both sides understood that at this time, Qingyun Sect and Tianyin were leaning on each other for warmth.

But I can’t lift the quilt, it’s so embarrassing.

Murong Ji asked about the Buddhist teachings of Tianyin Temple, and Pu Hong patiently explained them to him.

Pu Hong sighed and asked, "Nephew Murong, I have heard that you and Brother Tian are on the path of alchemy, which is different from the path of medicine. This path is not for cultivation, but for saving the world and saving people."

"I wonder if you can teach the disciples of Tianyin Temple? We can teach some orphans who are unable to practice, so that they can have a way to make a living after they come down the mountain."

Murong Ji was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Good! Uncle Master, just send someone to learn from me, and I will not hide anything."

"Amitabha, good, good, good."

Murong Ji stayed in Tianyin Temple, and there were two more children behind him, a boy and a girl, who came to learn medicine from him. Murong Ji turned around and saw that they were too young, so they walked by themselves while they ran.

The two little ones were running out of breath, and only when they saw Murong Ji stop did they let out a long sigh of relief.

He squatted down and looked at the little boy, "What's your name?" As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped him on the head. The bald head was so bright that it was dazzling.

"My name is Bodhi." The little boy had a bitter face, covering his bald head, and tears were about to fall from his eyes due to the pain.

Murong Ji was startled. What a guy! Bodhi!
He turned to look at the little girl, who was so scared that she immediately hugged her head. Her short arms couldn't hug her head completely, which was both cute and funny.

"I...I...my name is Liuli."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. The two children had not yet started practicing. "Is your master a Dharma image?"

"Ah."

Murong Ji rubbed the heads of both of them. The bald head of this little Bodhi felt very good to the touch, and he hoped that it would be patinated with patina as soon as possible.

He picked them both up and walked towards the scripture hall.

Walking into the scripture hall, the originally noisy noise instantly quieted down. Murong Ji looked at these children, all wearing gray monk robes, looking at him with big eyes.

Suffering made them mature at an early age, and the hope in their eyes made Murong Ji feel heavy-hearted.

Exhaling slowly, Murong Ji said no more and began to lecture.

Medicine, no matter in which era, is synonymous with extremely heavy things. As long as you take into account the lives of most people, you will encounter various problems.

Perhaps as a reward to Murong Ji, Murong Ji ran into the Sutra Library and no one stopped him.

This is a good deal for Murong Ji.

Every morning during class, Murong Ji would debate with the senior monks of Tianyin Temple. They would win and lose, but the debate helped Murong Ji to make great progress.

A few days later at night, the Dharma Master came and handed the "Book of Changes" and the Qiankun Wheel of Reincarnation to Murong Ji.

Murong Ji didn't ask anything. After saying thank you, he started to study.

Under the Book of Changes was a round disk wrapped in black cloth. Murong Ji untied the knot of the black cloth and turned it out little by little. A white light flashed, and when Murong Ji completely took out the star disk, he was a little stunned.

It was a bluish-white jade plate with undulating waves on the edge, which looked a bit like undulating mountains.

The white light in the center was soft and bright, flowing slowly across the plate like water.

Around it, there are countless spots, each running
"This thing is quite interesting."

The jade plate imitates the earth, the spots are the stars, and the slightly larger white lights are the sun and the moon.

Looking closely, I found that the slightly larger spots were actually words. These ancient characters were so old that their meaning was no longer known.

But by looking at the trajectory of their movements, he could guess it.

Among them, the trajectories of several stars were wrong. Murong Ji directly adjusted them. The next moment, the light on the jade plate suddenly changed.

With Murong Ji as the center, the surrounding spiritual energy was inexplicably drawn, and mountains, rivers and streams evolved around him, flowing endlessly. Murong Ji even recognized one of the big rivers, the Hongchuan River behind Qingyun Mountain.

And the Yinchuan River that had long dried up!

Murong Ji drew the positions and trends of mountains and rivers, put the paper aside, and then followed the second star trajectory.

In an instant, the stars moved and the surrounding spiritual energy gathered and turned into a sky full of stars. The sky was endless and boundless.

Murong Ji looked carefully and saw various stars moving in a cycle.

"It's interesting!"

Murong Ji put the last few stars back into place, and in an instant, thin lines appeared on the star disk, which was the meridian map of the human body.

He had seen this way of passing on the Dharma before, as Lu Zu had used it before.

Extremely simple lines can stimulate the human body to automatically perform exercises through vision.

Murong Ji looked at it carefully. This technique was extremely simple, even crude. However, it was the first technique that appeared in the human race during the era of Emperor Chen.

To be able to reach this level is already extremely remarkable.

After putting away the star map, the next thing is to prevent it from reaching Zhang Xiaofan's hands.

Murong Ji glanced around the room and took out a medical book, which he had prepared long ago. After putting it on the table, he left a letter.

Left Tianyin Temple overnight.

At the foot of Mount Xumi, when daybreak came, we had already walked a hundred miles away. We found a tea stall on the side of the road, sat down and ordered breakfast.

Murong Ji was eating happily when he saw a group of people coming from the official road. Murong Ji looked carefully and saw that they were coming out from the jungles on both sides.

I was slightly stunned. It was the Su family of Jianlou!
They were flying and fell into the woods. Qingyun Sect also has this rule. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, it also requires people to restrain their pampered hearts.

Murong Ji withdrew his gaze and continued eating.

Not long after, for some unknown reason, Su Shi got into an argument with a poor merchant. The two of them cursed at each other across the table, neither of them giving in, but refusing to fight.

The corner of Murong Ji's mouth twitched. There were only a few merchants there, so it would be fine if he was afraid that they were outnumbered and powerful, but the Su family had quite a few people, including more than a dozen Yuqing fourth-level disciples.

Murong Ji pursed his lips, called the waiter to settle the bill, and then walked towards the official road.

Not long after walking, Su Shi caught up with him again, "Master! Master, have you finished your meal?"

Murong Ji glanced at him, said nothing more, and continued to walk forward. Su Shi followed behind him, talking incessantly.

After being annoyed by him for a while, she turned around and looked at him and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Su Shi scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Master, I know I am terrible, I just want to ask for an opportunity for my children. Hehe."

"How can you be sure that I am the opportunity and not the cliff of hell?"

"Master, the one who can be welcomed by the Dharma-Appearance Divine Monk is not an ordinary person. Moreover, the Taoist priest wears a crown, which means..."

Murong Ji nodded and said, "I have very high standards for accepting disciples. If your children do not meet the standards, I will not even look at them."

Su Shi knelt on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed to Murong Ji without saying a word, "Master, if they don't have that opportunity, I won't force it."

Murong Ji nodded and said, "Bring your child to Dazhu Peak of Qingyun Mountain. I'll take a look at him."

Su Shi froze, and looked up at Murong Ji blankly, "Did the Taoist priest agree?"

"Take the child to Qingyun Mountain."

Su Shi shrank his neck and said, "Master, I will get married now, and in a few years I will take my child to Qingyun Mountain!"

Murong Ji: "..."

It is difficult for monks to have children because the cells in their bodies are too active. If a woman has a high level of cultivation, the chance of getting pregnant is even smaller. By the time Su Shi had a child, no one knew how many years had passed.

Some couples never have children in their entire lives. In the inheritance of aristocratic families, most of the direct descendants get married at an early age, and there are very few people like Su Shi.

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to him and turned to leave. Su Shi saw that something was wrong and hugged Murong Ji's thigh tightly and refused to let go.

(End of this chapter)