Chapter 414 Worshiping the Mountain
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fangxu was instantly covered in sweat. Qu Tong, who was standing beside him, reached out and pulled Murong Ji, asking him to be more careful with his words.

Murong Ji didn't care at all. He reached out to take the teapot and poured himself a cup. "I heard from Director Zhao that you wanted to see my alchemy skills. Do you want me to make an elixir for you? To prolong your life?"

"Ahaha, leader, please forgive me, this little brother..." Zhao Fangxu hurriedly patted Murong Ji's thigh, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and tried to smooth things over.

The old man waved his hand, interrupted Zhao Fangxu's words, and looked at Murong Ji, finally taking the opportunity to look at him carefully.

"The feathered clothes are always smoky and hazy, and they don't attract the peach and plum blossoms of the world." There was some emotion, and also some envy, "Little brother, you talk to me like this, I don't know if you have stayed in the mountains for too long and have been infected with the air of immortals... This is really confident."

Murong Ji smiled faintly, "I can't help it. The people in the world are like vicious tigers in the mountains. They make me very scared. I have no choice but to learn the skills to fight tigers. Life and death, victory or defeat, all depends on my ability."

The old man nodded. Just at this moment, a RV drove into the yard. Without saying anything, he stood up and pointed at the car in the yard.

Murong Ji reached out and took the teapot and poured himself a cup. This tea is a good thing. Whether he can see it again after leaving this door depends on his fate.

This tea can be considered a spiritual plant, which is rare! Is there still such a thing in this era?

It was not very useful to me, but it was very useful to my daughter. Without saying anything more, I grabbed the teapot and poured the tea into my daughter's mouth, letting her circulate her Qi.

"Cough cough." Zhao Fangxu coughed a few times, and Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Qu Tong carried Jiang Beibei away in great embarrassment and walked outside.

His behavior was very ungentlemanly, but the true Qi he cultivated in his dantian was real. This world was really barren, so who cares about his face!
If he knew where the tea tree was, he would dig it up at all costs.

After leaving the yard, he got into the car directly. Inside the car, the old man had been sitting there waiting for a while.

Murong Ji glanced at him and saw him pointing at the bronze alchemy furnace in the car that was more than a meter tall.

Turning around, he was shocked. This thing turned out to be a magic weapon! An unearthed magic weapon!
Murong Ji reached out and touched the alchemy furnace. It was very old. Roughly speaking, it could be more than three thousand years old.

For more than three thousand years, it has been a piece of iron. After being deposited for more than three thousand years, it is also a good thing.

"This thing was unearthed, it shouldn't be..."

They immediately realized that it was news. It was just a matter of a word from them. Without saying anything more, they looked at the old man, grabbed the furnace from top to bottom, and carried it out of the car.

With a "bang", it fell to the ground, breaking many of the floor tiles in the yard.

"If you can satisfy me, this thing will be yours." The old man's voice was steady but quite majestic.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank as he looked into the old man's sharp eyes, which were filled with invisible resistance. Both wanted to see through what kind of person the other person was.

"What degree will satisfy you?" The treasure is pleasing to the eye, but not easy to hold. Now he just wants to fade out of the sight of these people and buy himself more time.

The old man thought for a moment, exhaled slowly, and poked his walking stick, "I'm not an alien, how would I know! That's your business!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he got out of the car and walked around the furnace a few times. "Can this thing use electricity? Or some other energy source?"

Murong Ji leaned on the alchemy furnace and looked at the old man. He was a well-known figure when he was young, and he was still quite heroic even when he was old.

"Let's use coal. This furnace is really a bit..."

The old man waved his hand and someone immediately went to do it.

Then the old man looked at Murong Ji and said, "I am over ninety years old. I have experienced all kinds of ups and downs. If I were afraid of death, how could I still be alive today?"

"The company was founded in 1993. At that time, there was no one. All resources in the industry were controlled by various families and sects. It has been a long time since we started. In such a big company, there are only a few outstanding people."

"There used to be a Xu Xiang, but now..."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Murong Ji and said slowly: "I am Xiao Zhao's boss. If your pill is really useful, it can greatly improve the strength of the people in the company and even the army."

"If you want anything, just ask."

Murong Ji didn't say anything. The coal under the alchemy furnace had been lit, and some medicinal materials were taken out. There were seven or eight large boxes, all of which were the recipes for the pills he had made in the company in the past.

Murong Ji walked up to the front and processed the herbs. Several soldiers came to help, and Murong Ji taught them patiently.

Only then did I realize that these people were not simple, they actually had some basic knowledge of alchemy! They were trying to steal my skills.

Murong Ji didn't say anything. His methods could be learned just by watching.

It was not difficult for him to refine a furnace of elixirs, but it was a bit troublesome. It didn't take long for Murong Ji to open the furnace and take out the medicine.

Pills, each the size of a glass ball, were placed in a porcelain bottle that had been prepared long ago. Watching them being taken away, there was no need to think too much, just go for testing.

Murong Ji curled his lips. If the result could be tested, he would eat the alchemy furnace.

After leaving the compound, Murong Ji got into Qu Tong's car and looked out the window quietly, but no one knew what he was thinking.

"Husband, I..."

"I know." These were the only two sentences he uttered along the way, and then there was no more words.

Murong Ji didn't care. It was nice to have the warmth of family. It would be easy for him to break away from it. There were very few people in this world that he cared about.

Qu Tong drove the car to the door of a villa, and the three of them walked into the house.

Nothing happened that night, and around noon the next day, Murong Ji boarded a bus to Jiangsu.

Walking to the edge of Taihu Lake, there was no ancient house of Murong family, nor any Mantuo Villa. The 800-mile Taihu Lake was similar to the water system in his memory, but different.

He was reminded all the time that these were two different worlds.

[The road ahead is long...]

With a light sigh, he turned and headed towards Mount Tiantai.

A few days have passed since I stood at the foot of Mount Tiantai again. When I looked up, an inexplicable sadness emerged in my heart.

The dusty memory was like a sharp knife, constantly pricking his heart. Just like the past, the nine peaks were still surrounded by the green stream, which was beautiful beyond words.

When he reached the gate of Tongbai Palace, he saw the middle-aged Taoist priest waiting there. Murong Ji handed him a visiting card and said, "I am Murong Ji. I am here to pay respect to the ancestor. Please report to me, brother."

The Taoist priest at the door chuckled, "You are quite humorous. If you didn't know, you would have thought that some great hero had come up the mountain."

He grabbed Murong Ji's wrist and ran towards the mountain. His speed was not slow and his strength was not small. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been dragged to the ground by him.

But Murong Ji followed slowly. From the gate to the main entrance, a distance of several hundred meters, the two of them had already exchanged several moves in secret.

After falling to the ground, the middle-aged Taoist said, "Brother, please don't blame me. After entering the mountain gate, we have to explore your background. Although we promised Mr. Zhao, the truth and falsehood are two different treatments..."

Murong Ji understood and nodded to show his understanding. He clasped his hands together, bowed and asked, "May I ask your name, Senior Brother?"

"My name is Li Yannian, you don't have to be so polite, junior brother." As he said that, Li Yannian grabbed Murong Ji's hand and pulled him towards the back mountain. This time he was much more warm and friendly.

Murong Ji then realized that if he couldn't pass the test, he probably wouldn't even be able to enter the back mountain.

After meeting the current Palace Master of Tongbai Palace and the Taoist Master of Shangqing Tiantai Sect, he paid homage to the ancestors.

Although Mount Tiantai became the ancestral home of the Southern Quanzhen Sect, it does not mean that Quanzhen is the only sect here. As early as when Zhang Boduan was alive, there were Taoists from the Lingbao Sect and the Shangqing Sect in Mount Tiantai.

Nowadays, the main inheritance is that of Shangqing Sect and Quanzhen Sect.

Murong Ji wandered around the mountain for a few days and then went straight into the Sutra Repository, where he stayed for five months.

It was not until Qu Tong came up the mountain that he came out of the Sutra Repository.

Qu Tong looked at Murong Ji's current appearance, sloppy, his clothes were loose, his hair was frizzy, his face was covered with grease stains and beard, he had transformed from a young handsome man into a middle-aged uncle.

The corners of my mouth twitched involuntarily.

Murong Ji stretched lazily and walked towards the room. Qu Tong fetched some clean water for him to wash up, and then considerately helped him shave.

After tidying up, the first thing he said was, "Why are you here?"

In an instant, Qu Tong's face darkened: "Why, I can't come yet?!!"

Murong Ji ignored him, his attention was attracted by the person coming outside the door.

Li Yannian welcomed a man in from outside the door. He was a Taoist in a blue robe with a crown of flames on his head. "A Taoist from Zhengyi, what are you doing here?"

The Quanzhen Sect emphasizes green robes, while the Zhengyi Sect emphasizes blue robes. In formal occasions, you can tell which lineage the Taoists belong to by looking at the robes they wear.

Of course there are exceptions. Nowadays, the rules for Taoist priests are not so strict, and what they wear depends on personal preference. How to identify is to look at his headdress.

The Zhengyi wear a crown of flames, and the Quanzhen wear a crown of lotus.

Qu Tong was a little angry, Murong Ji ignored her again! ! But she still turned her head to look over, and couldn't help but be startled, "Zhao Huanjin!"

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. The people from Longhu Mountain, [They came at this time, probably for the Luotian Grand Ceremony. ]

Luotian Dajiao is not a competition ceremony. The competition is just for the fun of the night. The real drama is the nine-day fasting and praying ceremony.

Before praying, one must bathe to purify the body and meditate to purify the mind.

This is not just a fasting and offering ceremony of one family or one sect, but a grand event of the entire Taoist sect. All the registered high-ranking masters must take part in it.

Every sect and school, whether prosperous or declining, must send people there.

Murong Ji came back to his senses, looked at Qu Tong, and said calmly: "You go back first, I think I have to attend the Luotian Grand Ceremony and go to Longhu Mountain."

(End of this chapter)