Chapter 420 Asking the Heavenly Master to Test
Murong Ji sat in front of the window, quietly watching the lively scene in the school. Turning his head, his eyes fell on the secretary Zhao Shuyu.

She has been with me for three or four years and is considered a veteran of the company. Without her, it would be difficult for me to control the company.

Murong Ji stretched out his hand, blocking half of her face, sighed softly, then picked up his phone and called Zhao Fangxu.

"Mr. Zhao, are you busy?"

"How come you have time to call me? Haven't we already discussed this matter?"

"There's another thing I'm curious about."

"Oh? You said..."

"Zhao Shuyu, you know her, right?" Murong Ji's voice was not loud, but not small either. The hotel room was not small, but he could still hear it clearly.

Qu Tong raised her head, her eyes full of inquiry, and the look she gave Zhao Shuyu was no longer so trusting.

"I don't know him. What's wrong? Do you want me to help you find someone?"

"Haha, I've learned a little bit about physiognomy. Although I can't predict fate or fortune, I can still tell some relationships between people's faces, such as family relationships."

Zhao Fangxu was silent for a while. At this point, it was meaningless to hide it any further. "That's my granddaughter. Don't bully her, kid."

Murong Ji looked up at Zhao Shuyu, his face gradually darkening. These big forces were so omnipresent that he even suspected that he would be able to force a few of them into his apprenticeship in the future...

He exhaled slowly, "Oh, I see. Thank you for troubling Mr. Zhao."

"Brother Murong, don't blame me. Sitting in my position..."

Murong Ji was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and hung up the phone. At this time, Qu Tong came over and asked in a low voice: "What are you going to do?"

"Let's keep it for now. At least it's better than forcing another person in."

Qu Tong nodded, and her eyes changed when she looked at Zhao Shuyu. She looked her up and down for a few times and then continued to work.

Murong Ji looked towards the playground of Nanbukai University and continued to practice.

The project was carried out very quickly and Feng Zhenghao was very efficient in doing things. Once things were on the right track, they had nothing to do.

Murong Ji also planned his itinerary, and the two of them headed towards Longhu Mountain.

Standing at the foot of Longhu Mountain, Murong Ji looked up. From his perspective, Longhu Mountain had unique terrain and was a sacred place. The entire mountain was like a coiled dragon or a reunited tiger.

In Taoism, there has always been a saying about blessed places, and Longhu Mountain is the twenty-ninth blessed place.

There was once a saying: The Three Sutras of Heavenly Cultivation, the Three Sutras of Earthly Cultivation, and the Three Sutras of Worldly Practitioners have twelve volumes each, and when they are connected, the total number is thirty-six volumes.

The Buddhist scriptures and the Daoist canon, in essence, consist of thirty-six volumes. However, different schools have different opinions on these thirty-six volumes, and there are roughly three versions.

But no matter which statement is true, the thirty-six scriptures are an opportunity for Murong Ji.

After coming to his senses, he started climbing the mountain, bought tickets, went up to the back mountain, and after handing over the Taoist certificate, a disciple arranged accommodation for the two of them.

Qu Tong stayed to tidy up the house, while Murong Ji was led by Zhao Huanjin to the old Taoist's residence.

Murong Ji stood outside the courtyard, straightened his back, clasped his fists and said, "Murong Ji, I meet the old Heavenly Master."

With a "bang" sound, the big door in the house was pushed open by a stream of energy, revealing two people sitting inside, Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong.

Murong Ji's gaze fell on the little Taoist boy beside Tian Jinzhong, that was Gong Qing.

"The breathing is long and powerful, it is really the true Taoist method. Boy, who is your master?" The voice of the old Taoist priest came from inside the door.

Murong Ji looked up and clasped his fists as a gesture of greeting, "I am from Tian Buyi, a countryman from the mountains. I am sorry to have embarrassed you, old Heavenly Master."

The old Taoist priest smiled and didn't care about Murong Ji's words. He took out his mobile phone and handed it to him directly. Murong Ji took a glance at it and found that the video of his ascension on the day was taken by someone in Tongbai Palace.

"It is difficult to find a few people in the whole Dao sect who can perform such a pure golden elixir method. Monks should not speak falsely."

Murong Ji's expression remained unchanged. "This is the fact. What can I do? If I say it was taught by Master Zi Yang himself, someone will believe it."

"Hahaha." The old Taoist priest laughed and said, "You boy, I heard that you have good medical skills. Can you show them to my junior brother?"

Murong Ji glanced at Tian Jinzhong and nodded. After taking his pulse, he had the answer in his mind. His physical foundation was seriously damaged. If someone had not treated him in time, Tian Jinzhong would not have lived to this age.

"Old Heavenly Master, you already know the situation, so there's no need to ask me again." Murong Ji had just finished speaking when he heard the old Heavenly Master say, "You have some skills."

"Huanjin, Rongshan, you two go out first."

"Yes, Master." X2.

Murong Ji glanced at Zhao Huanjin, who might be the next Heavenly Master.

After the two men went out, they closed the door, but did not leave. Instead, they stood at the door. They knew that this was a test for Murong Ji.

There are only two places that can lead the world's Taoism, one is Zhengyi Longhu Mountain, and the other is Quanzhen Baiyun Temple. It is not difficult to buy the identity of a Taoist priest, but it is impossible to build a Taoist lineage. Don't be fooled by the Taoist priests.

After the door was closed, Zhang Zhiwei took out the Heavenly Master Seal from Mount Longhu, placed it on the table, and flipped it sideways to reveal the seal characters below. "Zhengyi and Quanzhen are both Taoist sects. You and I are both Taoist disciples. It's not too much to kneel down to the ancestor like this."

Murong Ji only took a glance at the Heavenly Master Seal and knew it was a magic weapon, which was not much worse than his own Fantian Seal.

Looking closely, there are six words: Yangping Zhidu Gong Yin.

Murong Ji slowly knelt down and bowed his head to pay respect to the Taoist sage. After standing up, he clasped his fists and said, "Please ask the Heavenly Master to test me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his palm and headed straight for Murong Ji's center hall. Murong Ji's aura burst out and his protective true energy instantly spread out several meters.

Zhang Zhiwei's palm paused slightly one meter in front of Murong Ji, and then he continued to attack Murong Ji with unstoppable force.

Seeing it getting closer and closer, Murong Ji was not panicked at all. He looked at the withered palm quietly. When it was half a meter in front of him, a black light suddenly flashed, preventing Zhang Zhiwei's palm from falling.

"what?"

Zhang Zhiwei was a little surprised and exerted a little force. The next moment, the black light shattered and the withered big hand continued to reach forward, but the speed was much slower than before.

Inspired by the old Taoist priest, Murong Ji's skills instantly started to operate. His aura was greatly shaken, causing the power of heaven and earth around him to surge.

Murong Ji wanted to suppress it but couldn't. He looked up in shock. He didn't know what secret method Zhang Zhiwei used to stimulate the martial arts he practiced to function involuntarily.

In an instant, a big hand pressed on Murong Ji's chest. At this moment, Murong Ji felt the rich spiritual energy and evil spirit of Longhu Mountain, this blessed land.

Compared to other places, the spiritual energy and evil spirits here are quite strong.

【Opportunity! 】

Murong Ji's heart moved, how could he be polite any more? He immediately madly absorbed the power of heaven and earth around him.

The old Taoist priest was slightly stunned and a little surprised. He felt a burning pain in Murong Ji's Dantian area. He didn't know what secret method he used, but he actually took the golden elixir from Murong Ji's chest.

"hiss!"

The old Taoist priest couldn't help but gasp and suddenly retracted his hand. On Murong Ji's chest, a yellow golden pill was burning and the surrounding energy seemed to have turned into substance.

The two old men looked a little stunned.

“Even if you realize the true nature, you still cannot avoid abandoning the body and entering the body. Why not practice the great medicine at the same time, and instantly transcend the leakless and become a true person.”

The old Taoist priest stared blankly at the palm of his hand, which had been burnt to a crisp. His eyes darkened and he slowly recited the poem.

"Senior brother, you mean... this kid..." Tian Jinzhong also had some experience. Looking at Murong Ji's current state, plus the old Taoist's reaction, how could he not understand?

There are still some differences between the Golden Elixir Method of the Southern Quanzhen School and the Inner Alchemy Method of the Northern Quanzhen School.

The Southern School is close to Taoism, while the Northern School is close to Zen. If we look closely, the Southern School pays more attention to the method of combining the three elements into one, cultivating both nature and life, first life and then nature.

The Northern School is more inclined towards Zen Buddhism. In terms of practice, it advocates that sex is the main thing, with sex coming before life. It emphasizes cutting off lust, being determined to practice asceticism, and absolute abstinence.

The two are fundamentally the same in their practice, but their methods are completely different.

But over the years, the Quanzhen Sect had lost some of its classics, and the methods of condensing life pills and sex pills were gone, leaving only the method of producing the Yang Spirit.

The old master sighed, "The complete Quanzhen Dharma has been born. How can people not be excited? ! ! If this gets out, some old guys will be restless again."

"If my guess is correct, this kid's upper and lower Dantian have already formed Dan nature, and the three Dan are melted into one, forming a whole..."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone, took a photo, and sent it to the abbot of Baiyun Temple and several trusted old friends.

After putting down the phone, the old Taoist priest took the opportunity to look at Murong Ji and said, "The golden elixir enters the stomach, and the elixir returns to life. Your Taoism is a bit terrifying."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji opened his eyes, looked at the old Taoist priest and Tian Jinzhong, and said slowly: "Old Taoist priest, you, a high-level Taoist priest who is so 'eating clouds and submitting to others', say that I, a small rural cultivator, am horrible..."

"It's really a bit... bullying."

The old Taoist priest chuckled and said, "Boy, you came to Longhu Mountain so early, what do you want to do?"

Murong Ji stood up, patted his knees, and said without hesitation: "Old Heavenly Master, I have a shallow foundation. I want to go to the Scripture Pavilion of the Heavenly Master's Mansion to take a look."

"Well, this is a good thing. You have such a thirst for knowledge, which is precious. Naturally..." Zhang Zhiwei paused, and an idea came to his mind.

He looked Murong Ji up and down, "How old are you this year?"

Murong Ji was startled, then he understood what the old Taoist meant, and said helplessly: "I am not eligible to participate, I am already thirty-two."

The old Taoist sighed helplessly, and suddenly he had an idea. He looked at Murong Ji carefully and said, "Hey, how are you?"

(End of this chapter)