Chapter 68

Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?
"Please lead the way."

Passing by the dining hall, Murong Ji went to get a few more buns.

Led by the little monk to a small path, he came to the back of the tower. When he turned the corner, he saw Duan Yu hiding there, looking at the scene outside curiously.

Murong Ji stretched out his greasy hand and patted his shoulder, and the shoulders of his white clothes instantly turned a little greasy and yellow.

Duan Yu turned his head with some disgust. His upbringing prevented him from swearing, which was good enough.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows, took out a bun and handed it over.

Duan Yu hesitated for a moment, reached out to take it, and took a bite.

"The vegetarian buns at Tianlong Temple are really good."

"Hmm." Perhaps because there was someone accompanying him, the buns smelled especially good, and Duan Yu just focused on eating them.

"Jiu Mozhi, a junior from the Tibetan nation, pays respect to the senior master."

Murong Ji turned his head and looked over, sizing up and down the person not far in front of him. This was more clear than what he had seen at the temple gate just now.

Jiumozhi was wearing a yellow cassock, and judging from his face, he was only about forty years old, but his actual age had to be guessed older.

He was wearing farmer's straw sandals and linen clothes. He bowed slightly to Ku Rong, but his face was full of energy and looked a little domineering.

There seemed to be a faint precious light flowing in the eyes, like pearls and jade, shining naturally.

Murong Ji chuckled, and then heard Duan Yu say, "This master has a kind face and a benevolent look, which makes people feel close to him."

Murong Ji: "You can't just look at a person's appearance, you have to look at what he does. Look at me, I have a beautiful appearance and I am well-dressed, but I am actually a mean person."

Duan Yu was a little embarrassed, "Brother Murong, how can you say that about yourself?"

Murong Ji smiled. Sometimes it would be relaxing to admit one's own shortcomings. However, Murong Ji found that some people with the same aura as this Tubo national teacher were all villains.

"Permanence and impermanence, twin trees wither and flourish. North, south, east, west, neither false nor empty."

This sound, which contained the inner strength, was extremely harsh and drilled into people's ears. Duan Yu frowned slightly, "Why is he like this?"

This provocative action was too obvious, almost like an unconcealed attempt to test Master Ku Rong's strength? ! !
Murong Ji smiled, it was interesting. Jiumozhi's current skill was comparable to his own, or even slightly better. The only thing he didn't know was whether he could beat him in terms of combat experience.

Duan Yu and Murong Ji stood in a blind spot behind the tower, quietly watching the debate between the monk of Tianlong Temple and Jiumozhi.

Murong Ji had followed Shi Yuan for several years and was familiar with the Buddhist scriptures. He could understand them, but his understanding was not as profound as Duan Yu's.

"If you want to blame someone, blame me for my boast that since Mr. Murong Bo is not in a position to take it personally, I will do it for him."

"A man of honor will never regret his words, no matter life or death. Since I have made this promise to Mr. Murong, I will never break it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped out with his palm. The power was not very strong, but rather gentle, and it directly opened the box next to him. Then, he lightly turned his palm, and the internal force in his palm continued to surge and flow.

The books that were carefully placed in the box were directly absorbed into his hands.

Murong Ji narrowed his eyes slightly. This move had some flavor of the Dragon Capturing Technique, but it was also different. Qiao Feng's Dragon Capturing Technique was much more powerful than this.

[This is the Crane Control Technique! ]

Kurong: "The national teacher is thinking of his old friend, and the earthly ties have not yet ended. Isn't it unworthy of the title of great monk?"

Murong Ji glanced at the three books in Jiumozhi's hands. He wanted to read them.

Shaolin's unique skills, whether in the past life or in this life, are well-known. "Since you still have doubts about what I said, I will demonstrate the flower-picking finger to prove my sincerity."

Murong Ji frowned tightly and suddenly remembered something in his mind. Murong Bo did have thoughts about the Six Meridians Divine Sword of the Duan family of Dali, but why didn't he come and steal it?
Given his character and ability, it is nonsense to say that he can't do it.

Thinking of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, he had not had time to verify whether this was a method to practice the Six Internal Organs.

[The Lung Hand Taiyin Meridian starts from the middle burner and connects to the large intestine...]

Murong Ji kept thinking back to the Shao Shang Sword. The sword movement was powerful and had the potential to break the stone and bring about a storm.

The corresponding point is Shangyang Sword of the Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian.

Both are internal energy meridians triggered by the large intestine and the five internal organs. The meridians are complex, but the power is considerable.

Several swords reinforce each other, exerting maximum power without harming the body or internal strength.

Murong Ji frowned and arranged them one by one, only to find a problem: [This Six Meridians Divine Sword is probably incomplete! ]

The five zang organs and the six fu organs are closely related. The five zang organs plus the pericardium meridian are yin and are internal, while the six fu organs are yang and are external.

If there really is a complete method of cultivation, then...

Suddenly, Murong Ji remembered a novel written by a red-haired man that he had read in his previous life, [The Secret of the Human Body!]

His eyes turned slightly and looked in the direction of Mount Emei.

He looked away and came back to his senses.

"Well, I am deeply honored that you, the eminent monks, are willing to demonstrate your Six Meridians Divine Sword skills, which has broadened my horizons."

"What weapon does the Imperial Master use? Please take it out."

Murong Ji smiled, and suddenly found someone pulling his sleeve, so he turned around to look. Duan Yu asked softly: "Brother Murong, tell me, can the master chef and his men win?"

Murong Ji shook his head, "No way."

Duan Yu gasped, "This Tibetan Imperial Master is so powerful?!"

Seeing Murong Ji nod, Duan Yu's heart sank, but then he reacted and his face became serious, "Then doesn't that mean that my strength is equal to yours, Brother Murong?"

Murong Ji looked a little embarrassed. "Well, I am just a little stronger than him in terms of internal strength. In terms of fighting techniques and experience, I am probably not as good as him."

Duan Yu deeply agreed. After all, one was a veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles. No matter how powerful Murong Ji was, how old was he? Without a lot of fighting experience, it would be unreasonable for him to win.

Suddenly, the tremendous internal force swept around, shaking up a cloud of dust and air, and attacked the two of them like a wall of air.

Murong Ji grabbed Duan Yu and pushed him behind him to block the surging internal force.

The two of them looked over immediately and saw that Jiumozhi was fighting six alone and was not at a disadvantage at all. In terms of internal strength alone, he was on par with the six senior monks.

This is not just any random person, this is the foundation of Tianlong Temple! If they are released, they will be top masters!

Murong Ji didn't blink, the opportunity to gain experience can not be missed. However, Jiumozhi wasted time like this is not a big deal, there are six people, they can afford it.

[He is about to take action. 】

Suddenly, Jiumozhi poured his internal energy into his palm and used the palm-splitting force and the force of nothingness to directly hit one of the six people.

The monk suddenly jumped up more than ten meters to avoid the palm force.

(End of this chapter)