Chapter 492: The Spirit of the Valley God

When he looked up, he was startled. He didn't know when Gao Lian had burst into tears and was shaking uncontrollably...

For a moment, the man was filled with mixed emotions. He patted Gao Lian on the shoulder, didn't say much, stuffed the information into Gao Lian's hand, turned around and walked out, leaving time and space to the father and daughter.

Gao Lian looked at his daughter in silence, with a sour feeling of excitement in his heart. He had a thousand words to say, but when he came to his mouth, he only said one sentence, "Murong Ji, thank you..."

Murong Ji folded a page of paper, made a great one, closed the book, went to wash his hands and have dinner.

Unintentionally, he glanced at his phone and saw a message from Lu Lin that had been sent to him at some point. He clicked on it and took a look. Murong Ji put down his chopsticks and said in a deep voice, "Shall we go to Tianjin?"

Qu Tong was startled. "What's wrong? What happened to Tianjin?"

"The Lu family brothers and sisters hired a restriction master, Yu Hong. I am quite interested in this person. Restriction is also a kind of formation, but it is the effect of shrinking the large energy situation to a person."

"As a fellow formation master, I really want to talk to him."

Qu Tong raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said with a smile: "Okay, let's leave tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Zhang Chulan hasn't woken up yet."

Time flies, and more than a week has passed. Murong Ji stood at the gate of the North China branch of Nadutong, looking up at the express vehicles coming in and out.

He then walked in. It was very sparse and ordinary inside, in stark contrast to the splendor and even strict security checks at the headquarters of the Capital Nadutong.

At a glance, almost all the employees here are extraordinary people. Their strength cannot be expected to be very high, but they have the advantage of numbers!
Hundreds of staff members, compared with the four major families, are also a considerable force. Among them, there are several top masters, connections, and power. Isn't this a true frontier official?

Extraordinary people are no different from ordinary people. If you consider them to be special forces kings, then you can go ahead and do it.

Seeing Xu Saner, Murong Ji walked straight over. At this time, they were just doing some ordinary work.

Xu Laosan put down the work in his hands, handed it over to a staff member, and then hurried towards Murong Ji.

"Take us to find Zhang Chulan." Without waiting for Xu San to speak, Murong Ji said directly.

Xu Saner pushed his glasses and said, "Mr. Murong, did Chu Lan offend you in some way? Why did you do such a cruel thing to him?"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a deep voice: "If I wanted to kill him, he would not be alive until now. I just wanted to help him see the situation clearly. For example, who asked Hu Lanlan to help him heal his injuries."

Xu Saner: “…”

Zhang Chulan and his two brothers had considered these things, and the conclusions they came to were not that difficult to accept.

Especially when Zhang Chulan looked at the mark left on his arm by Hu Lanlan, Zhang Chulan's complicated expression at that time was enough to explain a lot.

"Wait a moment." Xu Saner handed over some work and then drove out.

Leading the way in front, they brought them to a villa, parked the car, and saw the Lu brothers and sisters practicing martial arts from a distance.

"Well, not bad, but you work much harder than me." Qu Tong praised sincerely.

Murong Ji lowered his eyelids. The master leads you to the door, but the practice is up to you. The method has been given to you, and your doubts have been solved. The remaining problems are up to you.

When he walked into the villa, he saw Feng Baobao sitting in front of the computer. Murong Ji glanced at her and was stunned for a moment. This...

Feng Baobao actually opened an online store? ! ! It seems that the sales are quite good!

When I came to my senses, I saw Zhang Chulan walking out.

The Lu brothers and sisters also walked in from outside.

"master!"

"master."

The two siblings asked a question, and Murong Ji nodded in agreement. Then he turned to look at Zhang Chulan, but did not say a word.

"Brother Murong, you are here."

Murong Ji nodded, which was considered a greeting. Without waiting for him to speak, Zhang Chulan said, "Third brother, fourth brother, let me talk to Brother Murong alone."

After a moment's silence, the Xu brothers and the Lu siblings walked out. Qu Tong folded her arms and looked Zhang Chulan up and down. An invisible sense of oppression filled the air. After a moment's silence, she also walked out.

There were only three people left in the room, Murong Ji, Zhang Chulan, and Feng Baobao who was busy.

Murong Ji sat down by himself, boiled water and poured tea. Zhang Chulan sat opposite Murong Ji but did not speak for a long time.

"What's wrong? You don't know how to face me? Or rather, you don't know if I'm a friend or an enemy?"

Zhang Chulan came back to his senses. "No, you sent someone to kill me, but it made me see a lot of things clearly. Since my master believes in you and even lets you teach him, it means that you are trustworthy."

"It's just that the questions are a bit confusing and I don't know where to start."

Murong Ji poured a glass of water for the two of them, and then poured another glass of water in front of Feng Baobao. Then he came back and sat down again. "Then tell me little by little."

Zhang Chulan exhaled slowly and said slowly: "Master Murong, someone wants to kill me..."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. What kind of tricks is Zhang Chulan, this bastard, going to do again? Without waiting for Murong Ji to speak, Zhang Chulan continued, "Master, you are the one who found someone this time. This is a reminder for me."

"What about next time? What about the next time? I can sense that as I dig deeper and deeper, someone will definitely want me dead!"

"To be honest, when I thought about someone trying to kill me, I really panicked!"

Murong Ji yawned, "And then?"

"Then?" Zhang Chulan was a little surprised. "Someone wants to kill me! Brother Murong! Master Murong! Isn't this serious?"

Murong Ji rolled his eyes. "That's just the beginning. The Yi Ren are just a group of cultivators after all. Some hope to make progress, while others live a stable life."

"There are also those who hold on to the fantasy of immortality and keep working hard. Wang was also entangled with Chen Jinkui. The reason for this is that Chen Jinkui saw a glimmer of hope."

"I have been in contact with Chen Jinkui for a few days. He has an old wife. She is an outsider and a big shot in Chen Jinkui's circle. He can keep his chastity for his old wife and he doesn't despise her."

"You know, Chen Jinkui is only in his sixties. If he were an ordinary person, his life would have almost come to an end at this time, but for Chen Jinkui, he is in his prime."

"When a man's desire is at its strongest, he can remain faithful to his wife who is ugly, old, and deaf."

"You've read the news not long ago. Chen Jinkui gave up the position of the head of the Shuzi Sect without any hesitation. This guy doesn't want power, status, money or beauty."

"What he wants is to attain enlightenment and become an immortal! This is what a true cultivator does! If he can still hold on to his heart, I will help him no matter what!"

Having said that, Murong Ji paused and leaned back. He wasn't sure whether Zhang Chulan understood what he meant, so he gave him some time to digest it.

"As for the other things, what do you think of the extraordinary people? Now I'm telling you, in the real world of cultivation, it's either you die or I die! There are all kinds of reasons."

"Position, inheritance, skills, emotions, cultivation resources, opportunities to attain enlightenment, etc. can all become their targets. The most important thing is the path to heaven!"

"It can drive people like Chen Jinkui crazy! The more determined a person is, the more persistent he is! He is persistent in pursuing the path to heaven and the hope of longevity. This is the root cause of the Jiashen Rebellion."

Zhang Chulan exhaled deeply, feeling somewhat melancholy. "My existence itself is a problem. I shouldn't exist in this world."

Murong Ji was speechless when he saw Zhang Chulan's pretentious look, but he still said: "No one is born to die. A man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure?! Whose crime is it? He is guilty of being greedy."

"Whoever has the intention, whoever has the thought, should die." Murong Ji clapped his hands and spread them out, "It's very simple, isn't it?"

"Whoever committed the crime must bear the responsibility, just kill him. Of course, killing cannot solve all problems, but it can solve most of them!"

Zhang Chulan: "..."

He finally understood that it was almost impossible to point fingers at this gentleman to comfort others. Murong Ji's attitude really saved him a lot of trouble.

Zhang Chulan exhaled slowly, took out a piece of paper, and wrote a few words on it: Nothing gained, to the gods of the valley.

"Brother Murong, I don't understand..."

Murong Ji was stunned and didn't know how to speak. There was something else after this sentence.

After thinking for a while, he asked in a deep voice: "How did it come about?"

"The words on the body of the Nascent Soul in my body..."

Murong Ji thought about it, then suddenly laughed out loud, and said sarcastically: "I thought you were very capable."

Zhang Chulan was stunned. He knew that Murong Ji was not talking about him, but Wu Gensheng.

"Brother Murong?"

Murong Ji slowly raised his head and leaned on the sofa. "Think of a way to kill the Nascent Soul in your body. Or rebuild your Qi body and give birth to your own Nascent Soul."

"No one can tell what Wu Gensheng meant by the things he left behind."

Zhang Chulan was stunned and lowered his head to think. It was impossible to guess what he was thinking. Murong Ji didn't care whether he listened or not. It was Zhang Chulan's own business.

"Nothing gained..." Murong Ji was silent for a long time. Jin Feng's memory was limited, and without knowing the mood and environment when the inscription was written, he really couldn't guess Wu Gensheng's thoughts.

Murong Ji frowned slightly and shook his head, "I don't know what it means, so I can't give you a definite answer."

Zhang Chulan sighed, "Then I'm fine. Anyway, I have to shoulder some of the responsibilities myself. I can't always ask you to shoulder them for me."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he remained silent. Coming back to his senses, he saw Zhang Chulan still waiting for him, and couldn't help asking, "Any more questions?"

"For now, it's just that Shen Ming... uh... I'm a little troubled by the Lu brothers and sisters." Zhang Chulan smiled bitterly.

(End of this chapter)