Chapter 424: Magical skills, fascinating
Speaking of this, Murong Ji suddenly thought of an explanation.

There is a saying that the inheritance lineage established by the Northern School was deliberately designed to seek a sense of existence and emphasize that it is the true orthodoxy.

The reason is that Lü Zu, Zhang Boduan, and Wang Chongyang are all real people in history. How could Lü Zu and Wang Chongyang spread the teachings 200 years apart? ! !
Moreover, the inner alchemy theory of the Northern School is indeed not as perfect as that of the Southern School, and many things are even copied from the Southern School's system.

This kind of debate actually doesn't make much sense. In his later years, Zhang Boduan left his works everywhere in order to carry forward his life's work.

Not only Quanzhen was influenced by Zhang Boduan, but also Zhengyi, Shangqing, Lushan and others were deeply influenced by him.

As for Wang Chongyang, without him, there would not be the current situation where Quanzhen and Zhengyi are competing against each other.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji continued, "In the Inner Alchemy School, there are many ways of practicing, such as the Golden Alchemy School that refines the three elements and combines them into one to reverse the mixed element. The Inner Alchemy School that cultivates Qi in the three elements of essence, energy and spirit to nourish the innate Qi."

"There are even methods of refining acquired Qi to transform into an elixir to form an infant, the Dragon-Tiger Alchemy Technique that uses the heart and kidney to form a dragon-tiger formation, and so on."

"Practice with peace of mind, Zhang Chulan..."

Murong Ji turned and left, walking out of the woods. Qu Tong glanced at Zhang Chulan, stood up, and followed Murong Ji.

After resting for two days, Murong Ji and Qu Tong returned to Longhu Mountain again. This time, he wanted to prepare for the Luotian Grand Ceremony.

After sending the nine little kids away, Murong Ji slowly exhaled and said to Qu Tong: "How about you go with them? I will be very busy from now on."

Teaching apprentices is not easy. It takes a lot of effort to make them understand what you mean. Now he has no energy to guard against Qu Tong. He is tired.

Qu Tong hugged Murong Ji's arm with tears in her eyes, "You bullied me as soon as Beibei left. Husband, do you dislike me? Do you dislike that I've relaxed..."

After booking a plane ticket, Murong Ji returned to Longhu Mountain and lived in the original courtyard again.

After dinner, Murong Ji was invited to the Dharma Hall to go into seclusion to purify his mind. This seclusion lasted for three days, during which he strictly followed the precepts of various sects.

Especially the thirty-six high-level masters who came to the altar to participate in the Dharma.

Luotian Dajiao, this ritual will last for nine days. During the first six days, no outsiders are allowed to visit. Only Taoist leaders and representatives from various sects will be present.

The chanting ritual at the beginning was not very strict, the requirements were not high, and the pressure was not great.

After the old Taoist priest and others presided over the altar, the atmosphere suddenly became serious.

Each altar is led by a high-level master to set up and open the altar. The atmosphere is solemn and serious. Behind the high-level master are more than a dozen ritual groups to help.

The announcement of the opening of the altar included welcoming the gods, asking for water, cleaning the altar, submitting documents, etc. After going through a series of procedures, Murong Ji suddenly looked up in shock.

Are there gods in this world? No! He is a monk himself. How can you ask a monk to believe in gods?
Welcome the emperor.

Following the Heavenly Master's order, thirty-six high-level magicians gathered forward together. The feeling of oppression became more and more obvious. Murong Ji looked up at the sky, but there was nothing.

But Murong Ji felt extremely heavy in his heart. He knew this feeling very well. This was the power of heaven and earth! The trend of heaven and earth!
Looking closely, the old Taoist's stepping on the magic circle was very strenuous, as if there was some resistance. With his level of cultivation, it was still so strenuous for him. Apart from sorting out the invisible trend of heaven and earth, he could probably only sort out the veins of the earth.

Murong Ji took a deep breath slowly, practicing the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Taoism, harmonizing with the power of heaven and earth. He also took this opportunity to consolidate his foundation and improve his cultivation.

Looking up again, the old Taoist looked back at him without saying much. Murong Ji lowered his head and found several gazes looking at him.

Murong Ji was not afraid at all, he absorbed the power of heaven and earth into his body, and turned heaven and earth into the rhythm of Tao. It was definitely not easy to sort out the veins in this great trend of heaven and earth.

Every day, Murong Ji was almost exhausted, but there were some benefits. He thought that it would take him seven or eight years to gain a solid foundation in the fifth level of Yuqing, but after these six days, he made great progress.

After the Luotian Grand Ceremony had passed the most difficult six days, the following three days were extremely relaxing and it was a time for the people to enjoy themselves together.

Many strange people came up the mountain, and the place became increasingly lively.

At the same time, many Taoist elders who came to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony also went down the mountain.

Murong Ji, dressed in a red robe, watched several unfamiliar Taoist leaders go down the mountain. When he was about to go back, suddenly a little old man stood beside him.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't even noticed when this person was standing here! !
The man was short, about 1.6 meters tall, with white hair and beard, and a hunched back. Although he looked old, he was actually not young at all.

His eyes were bright but his whole body was skinny, like a bag of bones.

Murong Ji did not dare to underestimate such a person. Warriors value bones and muscles more than flesh and skin. This old Taoist priest looked like skin and bones, and he could kill someone with one punch!
However, his aura is no less than that of the old Taoist priest! This is terrifying!

"Let's talk?"

"May I ask your name?" Murong Ji took a step back, bowed slightly, and asked with his hands clasped.

"I am Jingxu, Zhao Jingxu."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. He knew who this person was just by hearing the name. The abbot of Baiyun Temple! The current headmaster of Quanzhen Sect.

"Okay, please go in!" Murong Ji stretched out his hand to signal him to go forward, and then followed behind him without asking where the other party was taking him, and just followed silently.

The two walked towards the back mountain, one in front and one behind. "Is your lineage still thriving?"

Murong Ji was startled. It was not wrong for the Taoist master of Quanzhen Sect to ask such a question. "In this world, there is only one person in my lineage."

Zhao Jingxu was stunned, and after a long silence, he continued to ask: "Do you plan to accept a disciple?"

"My little girl Jiang Beibei, besides that, I haven't accepted any direct descendants yet, but I have accepted a few nominal ones."

Zhao Jingxu nodded, then took out his cell phone and motioned for Murong Ji to add him on WeChat. After Murong Ji set notes on both phones, he handed the phone back.

"Let's exchange our cultivation methods."

Murong Ji was stunned. This was exactly what he wanted! He just didn't expect it to be so straightforward! He was deeply influenced by sectarianism and thought it would be a bit difficult!

Speaking from the root, they are all of the same lineage, so it is meaningless for a sect to defend itself.

Furthermore, there is a shortage of resources for cultivation in this world, so it is really meaningless to play with the defense of a sect. It is enough to ensure that the person being passed down is not a bad person.

Zhao Jingxu found a huge rock and sat cross-legged on it, while Murong Ji sat cross-legged on the other side.

The two did not say much, but confirmed each other's methods. There are still differences between the Golden Elixir Method and the Inner Elixir Method.

For example, Baiyun Temple lacks the method to make the divine elixir, and Murong Ji lacks the method to strengthen the soul on his own.

The Yang Shen and Shen Jie Dan are both rare methods to condense the soul.

The old Taoist priest Zhao Jingxu is not secretive, he truly teaches.

Looking at Murong Ji's Yang Shen slowly leaving the body, he was a little surprised. Murong Ji's Yang Shen was not light blue, but golden yellow.

This is the result that can only be achieved when the soul has been cultivated to a certain level.

Not only that, the golden Yang God in Murong Ji's body grew stronger and stronger, and gradually, it became a hundred feet tall. If it had a physical form, it would be able to cover the sky and block out the sun.

Murong Ji stood between heaven and earth, looking at the front of the mountain. He could almost see the scene in front of the mountain and almost overlooked the entire Longhu Mountain.

The huge soul released outward, making Murong Ji feel as if he was floating in the air. Suddenly, he felt several gazes looking at him, and his heart was shocked. One was the old Taoist priest, and the other was Qu Tong.

There was another one, but it flashed by and Murong Ji did not catch a glimpse of the other party's figure.

Zhao Jingxu was stunned and couldn't recover for a long time.

At this moment, he could finally think of what those people who were crazy about the Eight Great Techniques were thinking.

Such magical skills are really fascinating!
"The magic pill method should be able to condense the divine form. You can give it a try."

Upon hearing this, Murong Ji no longer hesitated. His huge soul condensed rapidly, and within a few breaths, it had reached the size of a normal person.

Standing behind my own physical body, this perspective was a bit weird.

I have to say that Chu Yang Shen is really powerful. His soul can slowly absorb the power of heaven and earth around him. This feeling is very comfortable, as if soaking in warm water.

"You shouldn't be in Yang Shen for too long, preferably no more than an hour, otherwise it will be disconnected from the body. Also, you must pay attention to protecting your body, and don't be careless."

Upon hearing this, Murong Ji nodded, shrank into his body, and then slowly exhaled.

While helping Zhao Jingxu to form three golden elixirs, Murong Ji also mentioned some precautions.

After they stood up, they walked towards the front of the mountain. "I will be back this afternoon. If there is anything in the future, please inform Baiyun Temple and Quanzhen Dao. But don't let others bully you."

Murong Ji agreed and in the afternoon, he sent Zhao Jingxu down Longhu Mountain.

Before leaving, Zhao Jingxu suddenly said, "Now that things are over here, why don't you come to Baiyun Temple and get to know the younger generations. It will be helpful to you in the future."

"Yes!" Murong Ji bowed to express his gratitude. He knew that it was Baiyun Temple that was standing up for him. Looking at the old Taoist's departing back, Murong Ji was stunned.

"father!"

Hearing the delicate cry, Murong Ji turned his head and saw a little girl, Jiang Beibei, running towards him on the mountain path behind him.

Qu Tong followed behind him, at a leisurely pace.

Murong Ji chuckled and picked up Beibei, smiling, "Why are you here, little monkey?"

"Mom said, let me come and broaden my horizons." Jiang Beibei compared his own height and asked, "Dad, do you think I have broadened my horizons?"

Murong Ji laughed for a while. It was the first time he simply regarded his knowledge as a leader. "He has grown up. He has grown up. I haven't seen him for a few days. Beibei is almost grown up!"

(End of this chapter)