Chapter 543 Reason
This is a matter of chance. Many times, people are in various complex emotions or states, but no one can tell what kind of state it is.

Only when you have come into contact with it and know it, can you seize the opportunity and realize it.

Once life became peaceful, Murong Ji no longer wanted to be in charge of things. He arranged for people to be in charge and just became a hands-off boss.

When he had nothing to do, Murong Ji made a sword for Jiang Beibei that was suitable for her height and taught her swordsmanship step by step.

Help her lay the foundation.

"husband?"

Qu Tong walked in from outside, looked at Murong Ji teaching Jiang Beibei and Jiang Beibei's bitter little face, and couldn't help but smile.

After hanging up the clothes, he changed into home clothes and sat next to Murong Ji. "Aren't you curious about Wu Gensheng's whereabouts?"

Murong Ji glanced at her calmly. At this moment, Qu Tong was already somewhat immune to Murong Ji's gaze. She said calmly, "I want you to go find him."

Retracting his gaze, Murong Ji frowned and said calmly: "Since he has decided to ignore worldly affairs and wait for death, why bother looking for trouble?"

Qu Tong: "..." After a long silence, he said: "My question..."

"I've said it many times. Listen to me. Practice diligently and you will naturally be able to solve the drawbacks of the Double Hands. If you want to save trouble by practicing self-cultivation, you will end up like the kings of Nathan."

"Oh, right, that state of neither life nor death is what you want? Qu Tong, let it go."

Qu Tong stared blankly ahead, muttering, "I can't let it go. Who knows how much effort I put into it?"

Standing up, Qu Tong walked into the room. Murong Ji didn't say anything and continued to teach Jiang Beibei how to practice.

Not long after, the doorbell rang and Murong Ji thought that the takeaway he ordered had arrived.

As soon as the door opened, I was stunned for a moment, Lu Xueqi!

Murong Ji's heart began to beat unconsciously, just like when he was pursuing her. The blood in his body was like a rushing river, and his breathing became involuntarily heavy.

The diamond bracelet on his wrist vibrated and a cool feeling rushed into his mind. Murong Ji came back to his senses and looked again in embarrassment. It was not Lu Xueqi at all. She just looked a little similar.

"Hello, I'm looking for Director Qu."

Murong Ji came back to his senses, made way for him, and tried his best to calm down, "She's inside."

After welcoming the person in, she waited in the living room. Murong Ji said softly, "Sit down." Then he poured her a glass of water.

"What's your name?"

"Shen Miaojun is Qu Tong's personal secretary."

Murong Ji nodded, and after regaining his sanity, he let out a long breath, "Please sit down first. I'll go call her."

During the time he went upstairs, Murong Ji figured out a lot of things. When he walked into the bedroom, he saw Qu Tong lying in front of the window, looking outside with a somewhat desolate look.

Hearing the noise, Qu Tong turned around and asked, "How is it? Does this beauty I found suit your taste?"

Murong Ji's eyes turned cold, and he looked carefully. In just less than an hour, Qu Tong's temperament had changed a lot. Murong Ji could probably guess some of the changes in her psychological process.

"Qu Tong, you..."

"Hubby! Are you satisfied?"

Murong Ji was silent for a moment, and his eyes gradually became sharper as he looked at Qu Tong. Finally, he said, "Is it worth it? For that method of enlightenment, is it worth it?"

Qu Tong didn't say anything else. She didn't know whether it was worth it or not.

Murong Ji straightened his clothes, turned around and walked out, continuing to teach Jiang Beibei how to practice sword.

a few days later.

After collecting his thoughts, adjusting his state of mind, and completely calming down, he wrote a letter to Liu Kunsheng, which was a promise to him.

Three days later, Murong Ji sat in the back seat of the car, looking at the scenery outside. Lu Linglong was driving the car and looked at Murong Ji's reaction in the rearview mirror. She asked in confusion, "Master, why did you suddenly think of going to Shaolin Temple?"

Murong Ji came back to his senses, but did not answer. Instead, he asked, "How are your grandfather and Li Muxuan doing?"

"Well..." Speaking of the two of them, Lu Linglong was a little worried, "Mr. Li was seriously injured, and Grandpa is treating him..."

"Yes. When your grandfather is about to die, tell him that we have found the news about Wu Gensheng."

"This……"

"Linglong, the immortal way is to live, and the human way is to die. Only by going through life from beginning to end can you die well."

Lu Linglong glanced at Murong Ji in the rearview mirror again and asked in a deep voice, "Master, why do I feel like you're different?"

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said, "What else could be different?" Soon, they arrived at Shaolin Temple.

After parking the car, Murong Ji walked to the gate of Shaolin Temple and let out a long breath. In the Tianlong world, he had come to Shaolin Temple several times.

Unexpectedly, one day he would be able to go to Shaolin Temple again. [It was somewhat similar to his memory. ]

Unconsciously, Murong Ji's mood was very good, and he said softly: "Linglong, do you know? Between the ages of seven and twenty, monks who have received the ten precepts but not the full precepts are called shami. This is a transliteration, and should be read as Sramanera."

"After receiving the great precepts at the age of 20, one is called a bhikkhu, which means beggar, begging for Buddhist teachings and food." Murong Ji suddenly laughed: "From this perspective, the temples in this world are all beggars' dens, right?"

Lu Linglong smiled awkwardly, looking at the monks from Shaolin Temple surrounding her, all with unfriendly looks. Lu Linglong was about to cry.

Both Buddhism and Taoism are unfathomable giants that the Lu family really cannot afford to offend.

As he walked into the temple, it suddenly became quiet, with no one peeping at him. Murong Ji glanced around with his hands behind his back, his eyes sweeping across like a sharp sword.

Behind him, Lu Linglong suddenly felt a sense of time and space confusion, as if she had entered into an inexplicable world, while her master Murong Ji was confronting someone.

That inexplicable rhythm made her panic from the bottom of her heart, but she didn't know why she was panicking.

Looking up, the sky is still the same sky, the earth is still the same earth, but the feeling is different.

"In the Buddhist world, there is a unique path that does not fall to either side. Only when you do not dwell on it can you be considered to have entered the door." Murong Ji's voice sounded faintly, but it seemed to pull Lu Linglong back into this world.

"Master...master?"

Murong Ji looked back slightly and saw Lu Linglong's timid eyes, which seemed a little pitiful.

Ignoring him, Murong Ji turned around and walked towards the monks' quarters and pagoda in the backyard. Before Lu Linglong could catch up, she heard Murong Ji say softly, "People are entangled in love and desire, and their hearts are turbid, so they cannot see the Tao. If you give up love and desire, can you see the Tao?"

"The Buddha said that everything is suffering, birth, aging, sickness and death, separation from loved ones, meeting with those we hate, and the burning of the five aggregates. Suffering comes from love, and not getting it comes from desire. If you eliminate desire, you can attain Nirvana. But if desire can be eliminated, does the Buddha need to wait until death to be liberated?"

"You are even more awesome than Buddha! Nirvana, extinction, extinction of action, extinction, silence, no birth, extinction of choice, detachment... How many more words do you need to say? What's the difference between these words and death?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji tapped his feet lightly and quickly rushed towards the pagoda forest behind him. His speed was so fast that before Lu Linglong could even react, he disappeared.

"master!"

Lu Linglong hurriedly followed him and walked into the pagoda forest, where she saw Murong Ji standing in front of a newly built pagoda, silent.

There were quite a few monks around him, and judging from their appearance, they had obviously just escorted a monk into the pagoda.

"Amitabha, benefactor, we will take our leave first." The leading old monk, dressed in a gray monk's robe, clasped his hands together, bowed, and was about to leave.

"Wait." Murong Ji still had his hands behind his back, looking at the pagoda in front of him and slowly exhaled, "I want to ask one thing, about him and Master Jie Kong."

The old monk paused, waved to the monks behind him, and signaled them to leave. After they were far away, he said, "Mr. Murong, the person has passed away, why bother to pursue it?"

"Hmph! Don't be so annoying. The person is already dead, what else are you hiding?" Murong Ji's voice suddenly became cold and stern. "If you don't tell me, I'll see it myself!"

After a long silence, the old monk said, "When he came, he was covered in blood. Looking at the wounds on his body, they were all caused by the methods of the Sanyi Sect."

"We don't know the exact reason, but he came from Junior Brother Jie Kong at that time."

Murong Ji was slightly stunned. Monk Jiekong was a martial monk, so his strength was not low. Then he heard him say, "I don't know exactly how we met. However, after his injury healed, for some unknown reason, he insisted on becoming a monk in this temple."

"Later, I discussed Buddhism with Junior Brother Jie Kong, and it seemed that we had made some kind of agreement. We also used our own Qi as a basis to illuminate each other, as if we wanted to explore something."

"I was disturbed by Bao Jing, and because of this, Bao Jing saw the truest self..."

The old monk sighed softly, and finally said: "I don't know what happened in the end, but I know that Bao Jing was possessed by a demon and went down the mountain to overcome the calamity. Junior Brother Jie Kong's practice was ruined, and after he resigned as the abbot of Shaolin Temple, he became the abbot of Lingyin Temple soon after."

“As for this person, he has been sitting there until now until this result. There was no winner in that debate…” After he finished speaking, the old monk clasped his hands together again, bowed slightly, and walked towards the monks’ quarters.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and said, "Donor Murong, he asked me to tell him that he knows your origins."

Murong Ji sneered, "What does he know? If he knew, the laws of this world would not be able to restrain him! He wants to explore my origins, just because he can't perfect his Confucianism and Taoism, can't cultivate his golden elixir, and can't comprehend the basics of Buddhism?!"

After he finished speaking, the old monk turned and left without saying a word.

Murong Ji stood there, but remained silent, still looking at the pagoda quietly. After a long time, Lu Linglong asked, "Master, is that person Wu Gensheng?"

Murong Ji looked back at him but said nothing, neither denying nor admitting.

As the sky gradually darkened, Murong Ji said, "Let's go."

After leaving Shaolin Temple, Murong Ji sat in the car on the way back, still thinking carefully. After a trip to Nasen, he actually got the answer.

What do the king and nine guards of the Nasen sacred tree look like?
(End of this chapter)