Chapter 496 Wang Ye, do you regret it?
He could understand Lu Linglong to some extent. The blood refining method was enough for her to master. Now she had to hang on to a divine spirit, and the pressure of practicing was not small.

However, he had other plans for Lu Linglong. He waved and motioned for her to sit in front of him.

Lu Linglong hesitated for a moment, then sat in front of Murong Ji.

Looking at this young girl who was about 18 or 19 years old and still a bit naive, Murong Ji chuckled and then slowly said, "Quanzhen Taoism emphasizes the dual cultivation of sex and life. In fact, most of the current Taoist exercises are divided into sex exercises and life exercises."

"I won't tell you those empty words. The blood refining method I'm passing on to you is a way to condense your own qi and blood. Combined with the Baiyun Temple's alchemy skills, it's really good."

"But regarding your character problem, I've recently come up with a solution. It's not perfect yet, so I need to find someone to experiment with it. It would be a good idea to let you lay the foundation now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji pointed his finger at Lu Linglong's forehead.

He passed on to her the basics of the demon-planting method that he had compiled, and after guiding her into the art, he drove her out.

The next morning, Murong Ji and Qu Tong followed Mr. Zhao back to the capital.

After entering the company, he first checked the cultivation progress of the ten people, and then took a look at the medicinal herbs and refining materials. Next month's supplies had not been delivered yet.

After giving some pointers to Qiu Rang and Ren Shuang, Murong Ji left as soon as there was nothing else to do.

In the past few days, Qu Tong has accumulated a lot of things.

When he returned home, he was alone. Jiang Beibei was taken care of by her grandparents, so Murong Ji was still very relieved.

As night fell, Murong Ji ordered a meal. As soon as he finished eating, he looked up and saw a person sitting at the door.

King Ye.

"A rare guest, when did you return to the capital?"

Wang Ye walked out of the shadows and sat opposite Murong Ji. "Oh, I thought I was pretty good, but compared to you... Tsk tsk... Why can you always detect me?"

Murong Ji glanced at him calmly, took a piece of paper and wiped his mouth, then leaned back on the sofa, "Your intention is too obvious."

"Look at that air conditioner, it's just standing there, and I won't pay attention to it."

Wang Ye poured himself a glass of water and took a sip. "Brother Murong, how was your conversation with Chen Jinkui?"

"What else can I do? If he can't keep his heart, the ending is doomed. As for when he will go crazy, that's just a matter of time. So, why did you come to me?"

"Oh, why do I feel like a plague god? Brother Murong, I am confused. I should have gone to look for my master, but I was expelled from the sect. The only person I can think of is you."

Wang Ye slumped down on the sofa behind him, feeling a little lazy. "Now I understand why the old Heavenly Master wanted to drag you into this. It's so wise. Not only does he give us an extra helper, but he is also a guiding light on our path of cultivation."

"Don't tell me those useless things. What on earth are you doing here?"

Wang Ye turned his head to look out the window. The moonlight was shining like silver frost covering the ground. His lazy and indifferent demeanor instantly faded away, and he became extremely serious.

"Brother Murong, I would like to invite you to go to Wudang Mountain!"

Murong Ji was stunned and a little surprised. He had no connection with Wudang Mountain. Although they were both Taoist sects, they had no roots after all.

He slowly sat up straight, looked into Wang Ye's eyes, and asked slowly, "In what capacity do you invite me to Mount Wudang?"

Wang Ye laughed awkwardly, "Haha, I really don't have any qualifications, but I would like to ask Brother Murong to go and take a look at those old people..."

Murong Ji sat back slowly in silence, and suddenly asked: "Wang Ye, do you regret it?"

Wang was also stunned. If he had not gone to the Luotian Dajiao, he would still be basking in the sun and sleeping in on Mount Wudang.

"Haha, there's no such thing as regret or not, it's just my own choice."

For a moment, the two were speechless. After a long silence, Murong Ji said, "I can accompany you to Wudang Mountain, but you have to greet the sect. I don't want to be criticized by the old master!"

"Okay, don't worry."

Wang Ye went out and made a phone call. It wasn't long, and before he hung up the phone, he made a gesture to Murong Ji. Murong Ji knew that the matter had been settled.

When Wang Ye came back and sat down again, the two of them were silent.

Wang Ye leaned forward and said, "Brother Murong, do you know what I have been doing recently?"

Murong Ji looked up at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I traveled all over the world, and visited almost every sect I was familiar with. As long as they were forces in the circle, I would go and talk to their sect leaders and elders..."

"Well, then what?"

Wang was also a little surprised. Why did Murong Ji react so calmly? ! After careful consideration, he felt that Murong Ji might know those secrets. "These days, every time I visit a sect, I ask some questions in the inner scene. The strange thing is that as long as it involves the Eight Wonders or even the Jiashen Rebellion, it is an extremely huge fireball."

"Even if we combine the powers of all the aliens today, we still can't crack it. There is no other way, we can only use analogies to get closer to the answer. It really made me come up with something."

Wang Ye looked at Murong Ji's expression carefully, and then said: "I have come to three conclusions."

"First, someone is using numerology to cover up the difference between the sects that have produced saints and saints and those that have not. Feng Zhenghao's power cannot be equal to that of the old Heavenly Master."

"Secondly, the sects that have produced saints are not enthusiastic about the Eight Wonders. When I say enthusiastic, I mean that they did not participate in the hunt for those eight people. Moreover, those seniors who experienced the Jiashen Rebellion are very secretive about it."

"Third, the Eight Wonders must be related to saints and sages, or even their inheritance."

“Hehe, these sects are mixed together. Who would have known that the four major families are so weak, while the Baiyun Temple facing the world is such a behemoth!”

After he finished speaking, Wang Ye looked at Murong Ji's expression, which was still very stable, and then asked, "Brother Murong, do you... know... the secret of the older generation?"

"I guessed a lot, but they didn't admit it."

Wang Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Then how about we exchange ideas?"

Murong Ji sat up straight, slowly exhaled, picked up the cup and drank a sip of water, "According to your thinking, if your guesses are all true, then the following four points are also true."

"These saints do not belong to the same era, and the time span between them is even quite large, so they have four things in common."

"First, they all founded or joined corresponding schools. For example, Madam Wei, Bodhidharma, Ji Gong, Lü Dongbin, Chen Tuan, etc."

"Second, they have achieved success in their cultivation and have found their own way, becoming a great power in their school. For example, the Shangqing Talisman! Thunder Method! Golden Elixir Method! Sitting and Forgetting Method, etc."

"Third, they have achieved immortality or have disappeared without a trace, and no one knows whether they are alive or dead. For example, Laozi."

"Fourth, they have a great influence on future generations. The influence here is divided into two types, the influence on thought and the influence on practice. Confucius and Zhang Boduan."

"For some reason, all the sects and forces whose ancestors ascended to heaven tacitly kept silent about the methods left by the ancestors. For example, Madam Wei of the Shangqing Sect is considered the ancestor of talismans. What methods did she leave behind?"

"By analogy, the method left by Zhang Boduan is the Golden Elixir Method, and the method left by Lu Zu is the Inner Elixir Method, etc. Then what method did Wang Chongyang leave behind? What about Jigong and Bodhidharma? I don't know."

At this point, Murong Ji changed the subject and said, "Let's not talk about other things. The most important thing is Wu Gensheng. The Jiashen Rebellion was the first one."

"There has been no trouble in Tongtian Valley for a thousand years, but as soon as he went there, problems arose. The key is how he obtained the means from the ancestors. Wu Gensheng is also a strange person."

"He said he was born without any roots, but he was adopted by a big boss. His behavior is in line with the standard of 'unity of knowledge and action'. Could it be that he came to the world to 'study things'?"

"What was his life like before he was born? How did his three views be formed, and how did his past influence his practice of ideals in the future?"

Murong Ji saw Wang Ye lowering his head and thinking carefully, so he paused for a moment to give him some time to think.

In fact, he still had many questions that he hadn't answered, for example, why did Wu Gensheng summon thirty-six thieves? To those thirty-six people, it was a way to make friends through martial arts, but to Murong Ji, it was more like a selection!

Also, the role played by Zhang Huaiyi...

After staying there for a while, Wang Ye sighed, "Oh, it's really troublesome... I'm too lazy to think about it, just let it go."

He lay down on the sofa, then looked at the time and hooked his finger at Murong Ji, "Let's go, Brother Murong. Let's catch the plane now..."

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment. Leaving at night? ! "So anxious?"

Wang Ye scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "I'm just hiding from Master Kui."

Murong Ji thought for a moment, then said, "It's no problem to leave overnight, but we need to bring someone with us."

"Who is it?"

On the train, Wang Ye looked at Zhuge Qing who was sitting next to him with an unhappy look on his face, but Zhuge Qing smiled with narrowed eyes, looking like a fox!
“Brother Murong, why did you bring him here? You don’t know, this Zhuge Fox…he…he…”

"Alright, Wang Ye, I'm already in the car, what else can you do? Are you going to kick me out?"

It was almost noon when they reached Wudang Mountain. Murong Ji glanced at the surrounding environment.

And Yunlong who came to greet him at the door.

After stepping forward and greeting each other, Yunlong extended his hand and invited him to go up the mountain, making way for him.

When Wang Ye passed by Yunlong, he cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, Taoist Yunlong, I... Ouch..."

"Master Yunlong? You don't even call me Master now?! You have really become more capable! Wang Ye! You are going to heaven!"

(End of this chapter)