Chapter 422 Then I will teach him for a month
Among the ten leaders, they all avoided the sand and stones. Murong Ji looked up and indeed met the eyes of one of them. He was as fierce as a tiger!

The two looked at each other and then stopped.

"Lu Jin! What are you doing?!"

"Senior Lu!"

"Humph! This is one of the Eight Great Skills of Jiashen, the Tongtian Lu!"

Murong Ji's gaze fell on the ground. The talisman just now suddenly reminded him of a Taoist treasure.

Red book talisman scroll.

If we talk about the Taoist magic and techniques, and trace them back to ancient times, they can eventually be traced back to two major things, talismans and alchemy cauldrons.

For example, the Taoist formation is not about arranging troops, but a large talisman.

There is also a legend that says that in ancient times, people's lifespan was a thousand years. Because of the loss of the Danshu Fu scroll, the human lifespan was drastically shortened. Fifty years was a person's lifetime.

Legends are just legends, but from what Murong Ji saw today, this Tongtian Lu can be used to engrave precious talismans from various sects.

But in Murong Ji's opinion, not only that, its most precious thing is that it can record various powers.

He was very familiar with the power of engraving. When he was studying the meridians of various creatures, it was one of them. If this Tongtian talisman could depict the meridians, then wouldn't it be...

Suddenly, Murong Ji's pupils shrank. He thought of something, but it was so fleeting that he couldn't grasp it!

"Who are you?!"

Murong Ji came back to his senses and looked at the ten elders. They were all looking at him. He frowned slightly, feeling unhappy. He had just realized something, but was interrupted.

Murong Ji glanced at Wang Ai with a half-smile and took note of this person.

"My name is Murong Ji, nice to meet you all!" Murong Ji clasped his fists as a courtesy.

If it was just a normal junior, no one would care, but what was Murong Ji talking about? He was talking about being on equal terms with them! What were their identities? And who was Murong Ji?
Are you qualified to be friends with them as an equal? ​​! !
For a moment, several people looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on the old Taoist priest and Lu Jin.

Wang Ai looked Murong Ji up and down, and seeing the aura around him, he knew that he was not practicing the Longhu Mountain martial arts, so he had a way to vent his dissatisfaction, "Hmph! Old Heavenly Master, why did you bring this ignorant brat here?"

"Is he worthy of being on equal terms with us?!"

Murong Ji smiled sinisterly. Was he afraid to offend Lu Jin too much and wanted to vent his anger on him? Did the old Taoist priest ask him to come here just to let him share the pressure with his disciple? ! !

[You think I'm a pushover.] Murong Ji subconsciously straightened his lotus crown, then realized that he was not wearing a Taoist robe. He felt helpless, as some habits of hundreds of years could not be changed.

"It seems that if I want to eat at the table, I have to show off my skills first! Old Heavenly Master, Mr. Lu, everyone, I'm sorry."

As soon as he finished speaking, he watched Murong Ji spread out his palms and then slightly closed them. Wang Ai was about to mock him, but the next moment, he felt his blood surging and the Qi in his body rolling.

After several attempts, he could not suppress it. Countless Qi and blood beads flowed out of his skin, especially from his seven orifices, where the most energy flowed out!
Wang Ai looked up and saw that the other people were in the same situation, but their situations were much milder.

"Hi!" Chen Jinkui turned the Liu Yao coin in his hand over to protect himself. Others also protected themselves, but no one left the original foundation of the pavilion.

At first glance, Lu Jin had activated the third level of reverse life.

They are already quite old, if someone accidentally sucks their blood and energy, wouldn't that shorten their lifespan by several years? !
Only the old Taoist priest and Wang Ai did not make any move. Zhang Zhiwei could not absorb it! As for Wang Ai, he was subdued by Murong Ji in some way!

Everyone looked up and saw that above Wang Ai's head, a strange square tripod with an ancient style and countless mountain birds, fish, insects, and four strange giant beasts painted on it had appeared.

Looking again, the flowers, plants and trees surrounding the pavilion seemed to have been stripped of their colors. They became lifeless, just like stove ash.

The soil on the ground, although it looks like nothing, seems to be burnt soil.

This range was still expanding little by little, and countless energies gathered into the center of Murong Ji's palm and gathered into a bead.

Murong Ji's gaze was on Lu Jin. The third level of Rebirth in the Trinity Sect was quite interesting.

What is Trinity? There are two explanations. The first one is that there are three gods: Tianyi, Diyi and Taiyi. As early as before the middle of the Han Dynasty, people worshipped the gods of heaven and earth separately, and Taiyi was the highest, the god of creation.

This Taiyi was downgraded to Taiyi after the Han Dynasty. Later generations also linked it with Donghuang Taiyi in "Nine Songs".

The second explanation is that the three elements of essence, energy and spirit are united into one. There is no debate about this, as all good sects’ cultivation theories are like this.

The reason why Murong Ji was interested was that he guessed that the Sanyi Sect was taking the path of becoming an immortal in reverse, but it just didn't get to the root of it. [If I could complete its Taoist tradition, it would be a great skill! ]

Suddenly Murong Ji's heart trembled, and he subconsciously used the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi technique to return the attack to its original path. Turning around, he saw Lu Ci staggering a few steps, and just steadied himself, with a ferocious look on his face.

Wang Ai seemed to have aged by more than ten years, breathing in less and breathing out more. No matter what he did, he could not break through the Dragon Binding Gate, and his whole body's energy and spirit were suppressed by the Fulong Ding.

"Little brother, please forgive others when you can." Mu You suddenly said, and walked over. Murong Ji narrowed his eyes. Those who can make a living as an intelligence agent in China are people with great backgrounds. Ordinary people cannot make a living like this.

Murong Ji was also willing to give him this face, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

With a wave of his hand, the square tripod suddenly withdrew and sank into the Qiankun Qingguang Ring in Murong Ji's left palm.

In his right hand, energy the size of a glass ball had already gathered. "I am a disciple of Taoism, so I cannot do such things as plundering and killing." After he finished speaking, Murong Ji crushed the energy ball with one hand.

However, countless energies did not completely dissipate, but turned into the earth's veins, and the originally dead flowers, plants and trees slowly recovered their vitality.

Even Wang Ai had regained a lot of vitality. He staggered a few steps and managed to stand.

Murong Ji stepped forward and clasped his fists, "Quanzhen, Jindan Sect, everyone, please have mercy!"

"Hahaha, Brother Murong is becoming more and more to my liking!" Feng Zhenghao was the first to return the gift.

Then it was Ru Hu who came, but he didn't say anything. Mu You said, "Brother Murong, we still have some relationship. Let's keep in touch in the future."

"Easy to say."

Unlike the indifference just now, at this moment, he became much warmer.

On the way back, Lu Jin was smiling, feeling a little proud. "You are so powerful, kid. I have never seen such a move before. When did the Jindan Sect become so domineering?"

Murong Ji said slowly: "Isn't it the secret of Taoism to seize life and death from heaven and earth?"

Lu Jin was stunned and looked at Murong Ji in astonishment. He was of course familiar with Taoism, but he was used to seeing Taoist disciples acting in a gentle manner, so he was not quite used to seeing a fight for life and death.

"Boy, being too strong will only lead to failure. Wang Ai is not a kind person. If you offend him this time, I'm afraid..."

Murong Ji nodded, "The noble families are all the same. They treat them like dogs, and beat them to death so that they won't dare to bark anymore."

"Hahaha! That makes sense, that makes sense..." Lu Jin paused, "Huh? Why do I feel like you're scolding me as well!"

The old Taoist priest shook his head and smiled, "Murong boy, how about we make a deal?"

Murong Ji instantly became alert, [The real show is about to begin!] "Just give me your orders, old master."

"You want to enter the Sutra Library of my Longhu Mountain? You can. Not only the Sutra Library, but also the Secret Sutra Building of Longhu Mountain will let you go in and take a look."

"But you have to do something for me, the old man."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. Isn't the secret pavilion of Longhu Mountain the place of inheritance? ! ! [I'm afraid it's not easy to do it now! ]

Murong Ji pondered for a long time. He could think that the old Taoist priest must have seen something and wanted to drag him into the quagmire of the Eight Wonders? To cover up for Zhang Chulan?

The old Taoist priest raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Murong Ji. Seeing that he said nothing and no longer mentioned the matter of the Sutra Pavilion, it was as if the previous conversation had never happened.

He couldn't help but sigh, "I am much older than you, and I see many things more clearly than you do. Your background will definitely attract the attention of those people, and you can't escape."

"In that case, why not take the initiative and join the game to seize the initiative. Don't be afraid of making things worse. I still have decades to live."

Having said this, the faces of the three of them turned serious and looked unsightly. Murong Ji looked up and saw the two old guys were staring at him.

His heart sank involuntarily, and Lu Jin looked confused. It was normal that he didn't know, but the old Taoist priest wanted him to die.

Zhang Huaiyi was besieged and killed.

The thirty-six thieves were the best of their respective sects! Which one of them didn't die miserably?
Murong Ji exhaled slowly. The benefits and risks were not proportional. He didn't want to get involved in this muddy water. Would his origins be exposed? In another year or so, he would be able to break through the sixth level of Yuqing.

After dragging him for a few decades and entering Shangqing, he will be able to use countless secret killing techniques, and it will be easy to deal with that group of people.

"Old Taoist Priest, I'm sorry." Murong Ji clasped his fists and was about to turn around and leave.

The old Taoist sighed and said, "Then I'll change the condition. You are quite skilled, so go and teach Zhang Chulan. It doesn't need to be very detailed, as long as he can handle this competition..."

"As for the rest, I'll figure it out, old man. How about that?"

Murong Ji was startled and stopped. After thinking carefully, he felt that this was a good deal. "Okay, there is still a month before the competition. I will teach him for a month."

"Hey? You're so arrogant? Just one month is enough to prepare him for the trials? You can't brag like that."

Murong Ji glanced at Lu Jin and suddenly smiled and said, "Mr. Lu, why don't we make a deal? How about Tongtian Lu and Nisheng Sandu?"

(End of this chapter)