Chapter 415: The Collapse of Rituals and Music
Zhao Fangxu made it very clear that he wanted to join the Tongbai Palace just to give himself a place.

This body of his was originally that of a commoner, not even a registered Taoist priest. It was almost wishful thinking for him to take part in the Luotian Grand Ceremony. In the next six months, he would probably receive a crown and be ordained as a Taoist priest.

Receive the ordination!

It is not easy to upgrade yourself to a high-level wizard in just half a year. Although your situation is special and your skills are not bad, you still have to take it step by step.

"Next, I will be very busy and have no time to take care of you."

Qu Tong pursed her lips, and her heart trembled as she watched Murong Ji's expression and temperament change drastically in such a short period of time.

"What are you busy with?"

"Receive the ordination."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji walked towards the takeaway. At this time, many Taoists were in the main hall in the back mountain, and Zhao Huanjin had already left.

Seeing Murong Ji coming in, the old palace master slowly said: "It just so happens that you are here. Time is running out, so let's start with the first step."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he bowed down, "Okay, thank you all for your help."

They didn't call him senior, because Murong Ji's inheritance was very senior and his origin was terrifying. If they really explored the golden elixir technique, they would all bow to Murong Ji.

Li Yannian took Murong Ji downstairs to change into a green Taoist robe.

With Murong Ji, they knelt in front of the statue of the ancestor. The Palace Master of Tongbai Palace stood on the left and presided over the ceremony, passing on the ordination on behalf of the ancestor.

In Murong Ji's case, this step could actually be omitted. To pass on the teachings actually means to establish rules and teach the disciples to know the laws, what must be done, and what are the unforgivable sins.

Taoism attaches great importance to the master-disciple relationship. When accepting a master's teaching, one must swear to observe the precepts. It is said that the Dharma is not passed on lightly and the Tao is not sold cheaply.

Murong Ji took this step in order to establish three masters: the master of transmission, the master of recommendation, and the master of supervision.

After the transmission, three people immediately stood in front of Murong Ji to examine his familiarity with the scriptures, which was not difficult to handle.

To investigate Murong Ji's behavior, the disciples needed to go down the mountain and visit Murong Ji's relatives and friends. Some people had already gone down the mountain to investigate when Murong Ji went up the mountain.

In addition, there are official documents, etc., all of which were handled by Zhao Fangxu.

Murong Ji performed the ritual to welcome the imperial carriage. After careful observation, he did not feel anything. In his opinion, this was more of a ritual.

He thought that some great trend of heaven and earth would gather.

After receiving the certificate, token, flag, scriptures and Taoist robes, he returned to the house.

When he finished his work, it was almost evening. By now, he had reached the seventh level.

Qu Tong looked at Murong Ji with a smile on her face and threw him a coquettish look, "Little Taoist priest, do you want a date?"

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to her. After dinner, he read for a while before falling into a deep sleep.

In the following months, Murong Ji worked hard to improve the quality of his talismans.

It is not easy to become a high-level Taoist priest. There are two types of them. One is the high-level Taoist priest who is good at scriptures and seals, and is used to fool people and preach scriptures.

The other type is the extraordinary person, which requires a high-level practitioner to cultivate the sect's secret techniques to a certain level, and is called a Dharma Protector.

At this point, Murong Ji must show the true strength of the Jindan Sect, otherwise, there is no way to pass.

What is the real thing?
The fire of the Danding School and the thunder of the Fulu School, these are the real things!

Murong Ji knelt in front of the statue of the ancestor and exhaled slowly. The continuous chanting of the ceremony seemed to have some kind of magical power, which gradually calmed Murong Ji's mind.

The next moment, a golden glow gradually bloomed on Murong Ji's body, scorching the air around him, and a burnt smell filled the air...

Several old men in the hall looked at each other, some understanding and some surprise.

The chanting continued and became louder and louder.

Suddenly, a golden sun appeared above Murong Ji's head. It was the size of a grain of rice, but extremely hot, like a small sun.

"boom!"

The combustible materials around Murong Ji instantly ignited, and flames rose up.

"Can!"

As the old Taoist priest spoke, Murong Ji's golden elixir instantly hid itself and sank into his body. Afterwards, everyone rushed over to help him put out the fire.

After leaving the main hall, Murong Ji looked a little embarrassed, with half of his robe being burnt.

"This thing is not a magic weapon. If it were, why would it be so embarrassing?"

Speaking of magical instruments, Murong Ji remelted all the formal high-level magical instruments he had received and forged them into real magical instruments.

He even tried to refine his own robes into a magic weapon.

Time passed quickly, and Murong Ji had already spent a year in the mountains. During the second half of the year, Qu Tong accompanied him throughout the whole process.

It's as if he's managing two companies and isn't busy at all.

And Jiang Beibei was left at her grandmother's house... "Master Dao~" Qu Tong's drowned royal sister's voice suddenly came over. Murong Ji's mouth twitched. He steadied the brush in his hand and finished copying the scriptures.

After putting down the pen, he said with some disgust: "Don't do this to the damned!"

He copied the scriptures just to have some peace and quiet. Ever since this guy knew that he was going to take part in the Luotian Grand Ceremony and wanted to protect his spirit, after he broke through one level, he began to seduce him in various ways.

You can’t chase them away, and you can’t scold them...you can’t scold them.

Having precepts is like having a layer of shackles. One must cultivate his moral character and cannot do whatever he wants.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji slowly exhaled and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Hubby, I contacted the Moduna Company. They mine in Africa. The raw materials are much cheaper and the transportation is faster."

"I looked around and found that another resource source is in North America. How about we set our next site in Tianjin?"

"can."

"Then let's go to Tianjin for an inspection together, okay?" Qu Tong hugged Murong Ji's arms, and a pair of huge evil eyes tried to shake Murong Ji's will.

But how could Murong Ji be hit by these things?

Three days later, Murong Ji reached the fifth level of Yuqing.

On that day, he stood in front of the Tianxiahui building and looked up in a daze at the four big words above: Tianxia Group.

Murong Ji was a little speechless. His hair was not dry yet, and he had not yet gotten used to the suit he was wearing. "What are we doing here?"

"The Tianxiahui is also a group of aliens. If they want to open a factory on this land, they must visit that old man Feng Zhenghao. He also has a piece of land that we need."

Qu Tong straightened Murong Ji's collar and said in a deep voice.

Murong Ji frowned, turned around and walked into Tianxiahui. The two of them talked to the front desk, and soon someone took them to the elevator.

Murong Ji looked at Qu Tong who was having a great time talking with Feng Zhenghao. Contracts were being finalized one after another and the progress was quite fast.

It was obvious that Qu Tong and Feng Zhenghao had already discussed this when they came, and they came here to sign the contract.

Murong Ji glanced at the contents of the contract and stopped paying attention. Qu Tong was a weakling, and the prerequisite for keeping wealth and resources was to have enough strength.

After leaving Tianxiahui, Murong Ji and Qu Tong stayed in a hotel. In the afternoon, when they heard the bell for the end of get out of class, Murong Ji discovered that there was a university not far away.

Standing here, you can happen to see the university campus.

"That's Nanbukai University." Qu Tong's voice sounded faintly behind him, but Murong Ji frowned slightly. He knew where this place was, but...

Did Qu Tong do it intentionally... or unintentionally? !
Living next to this university, she wants to see Zhang Chulan? !
"Honey, why do you have that expression?" Qu Tong gently kneaded Murong Ji's brows, very tenderly.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly, and was about to speak, but his lips were suddenly blocked, and he was suffocated by the long kiss. Qu Tong lay on Murong Ji's chest and said with some resentment: "You are becoming more and more indifferent to me..."

"Besides, you're still on guard against me... What happened to us? We're no longer as close as before."

Qu Tong's voice sounded a little aggrieved and trembling. The heat from her words hit Murong Ji's heart, making him feel itchy.

Murong Ji's eyes darkened slightly, and he said slowly: "That's because you are not worthy of my trust, and you are pulling me into a deep pool, a bottomless pool."

Murong Ji suddenly pinched Qu Tong's chin, lifted her head, and looked down into her eyes. Her pupils were still red.

She didn't feel guilty or uncomfortable at all, but was full of affection, as if she would be submissive even if Murong Ji asked her to die, and she would not hesitate.

Shuangquanshou can change other people's cognition and will, so why can't it change his own? For a moment, he couldn't tell whether Qu Tong was sincere or not.

If it were someone else, they would have already indulged in Qu Tong's gentleness.

Qu Tong suddenly stood on tiptoe, put her arm around Murong Ji's neck, moved closer to Murong Ji, and suddenly said: "I just want to pull you into my deep pool... and drown you..."

As soon as the words fell, Qu Tong pushed forward suddenly, and the two fell on the bed...

When Murong Ji woke up, it was already midnight. He glanced at the bed beside him and saw that there was no one there. His face couldn't help but darken.

His eyes were fixed on the lit mosquito coil, which was made too deliberately.

After thinking for a while, he took out some medicinal herbs from the Qiankun Qingguang Ring and made a mosquito coil by himself. He took off the remaining half of the coil, shattered it, burned it to ashes, and replaced it with a new mosquito coil.

Suddenly, Murong Ji's pupils shrank, "Murderous intent!"

I walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked towards the playground of Nanbukai University. Not far from the playground was the dormitory building.

In the middle of the playground, there were two people standing, Feng Shayan and Feng Baobao. Feng Shayan constantly released her murderous intent in the school, unscrupulously, as if she was afraid that others would not know about her.

"A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger." Murong Ji's voice was indifferent. Looking at Feng Shayan's strength, it was hard to describe it in words...

Looking up, Murong Ji suddenly saw a Pleasant Goat running towards the dormitory building.

That action is quite flirty... I guess its owner is also a conspicuous person.

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead. For some reason, he felt as if the rituals and music had collapsed. "Puppetry, can it be played like this?"

(End of this chapter)