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Chapter 1046 Please

[The blessing of the human race's destiny? ! ]

Feeling somewhat helpless, he walked out of Yuqing Palace, pondered for a moment, and then flew directly to the underworld.

Murong Ji sealed all his abilities and perceptions.

Just treat him as an ordinary person, walking forward step by step. He doesn't know where he is going, so he just goes wherever he goes.

Just like the Master Xuanzang in later generations, who used his feet to seek the true scriptures.

The true scriptures are not on paper, but in the heart.

In Murong Ji's view, all the disasters are actually caused by his own restlessness and unrest. The names of the three corpses of Hou Tu are very clever.

Be fair.

Normal mind.

Otherwise, how could Hou Tu become the most powerful saint on earth? These innate saints are more powerful than each other.

Facing the sun, Murong Ji covered his eyes with his hands and looked out. There were endless mountains and no trace of any town.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's been more than ten years, and I still haven't walked out of the Buzhou Mountain..."

It is estimated that an ordinary person has never walked such a long way in his lifetime. It is extremely difficult to measure the wilderness with his own feet.

There is one bad thing about monks: living on the brink of life and death for too long will lead to a kind of indifferent mentality, and they will not take anything seriously anymore.

Apart from life and death, everything else is trivial.

This is not good either. It’s okay to cultivate immortality, but it’s not okay to cultivate being a human being...

Humanity is actually the kind of stubbornness that fails to achieve one's goal, and then suddenly letting go one day.

It really is true that the human path is vague and the immortal path is vast.

Murong Ji also didn't know whether it was right or wrong for him to suppress all forces and return to ordinary life.

It’s hard to tell, and maybe…

There is actually no boundary between the weak and the strong.

All the strength in my life has dissipated and I have returned to being ordinary. After walking for such a long time, I am really tired.

It's a feeling of being tired both mentally and physically, but also more alive than ever before.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling helpless.

He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. Instead of living a good life, he wanted to experience disaster in this way.

"Really? The love tribulation I went through, how come it's like... it's like an ascetic monk..."

Sitting down on the hill, his stomach growled. Murong Ji took out the roasted venison and swallowed it bit by bit with water.

It tasted extremely bad, like chewing raw wood. It took a long time to chew it before it had some meaty taste.

At his level, it is very difficult to suppress his own strength. It is impossible to do it without putting in some effort.

"Why bother?!"

Murong Ji felt that he was probably crazy.

There are many ways to overcome emotional disasters, so Mao chose this path.

I had everything planned out before I went down the mountain, but I regretted it after I went down the mountain.

However, although this path is difficult, it is extremely beneficial for the understanding of humanity.

Go and see a wider world, complete your own cognition, miss it as you want, be greedy as you want, but there must be a limit.

How to see the vastness of the world?

Just compare yourself with the real you.

Under such a vast universe as the sea of ​​stars, one's own flaws will be revealed. Only by seeing the universe can one see oneself.

This is to follow the laws of heaven and earth and emulate heaven and earth.

I see the universe as vast as a sea of ​​stars, and myself as fluorescent as a grain of rice.

All disasters can be referred to in sequence. The so-called disasters are nothing but changes.

Lu Xueqi is good. In Murong Ji's memory, she is constantly perfect. Now it is possible that she is Lu Xueqi herself.

Standing in front of him, he probably felt that she was not as good as she was in his memory.

White Moonlight?

The white moonlight is the constant perfection in one’s heart, and the dead white moonlight is invincible.

Murong Ji looked at the piece of meat in his hand and sighed. He still missed his wife... Lu Xueqi.

Life in Qingyun Mountain is boring and ordinary, but it makes me feel at ease.

I suddenly lost my appetite. This thing tasted bad to begin with, and now... it tastes even worse.

Standing up and taking a look, I saw the vastness of the ancient world.

His uprightness reached the sky throughout his life, and his prestige was known to all the plants and trees in the world.

He stretched himself and continued on his way.

"Crack!"

There was a loud thunder, and the next moment heavy rain fell. Murong Ji didn't even have a chance to hide and was directly soaked like a drowned chicken.

“Poof!”

Wiping the tears from her face, she asked, "Who is in charge of the clouds, rain, thunder and wind now?"

He fought several battles with the dragon clan and almost took away the dragon clan's power to control water. The Four Seas Dragon King was just a subordinate of Wind and Rain.

When the wind blows and when it rains all depends on the calendar.

"When I get back, I'll hang this bastard up and beat him!"

Above the Heaven is the Rain Control Department.

"Ah!"

Xuan Ming was very upset. Who was cursing her? ! ! Are they tired of living? ! !

"Lord Heaven Official!" Xuan Ming looked up and saw four of his old subordinates, including Yujiang and Aunt Feng, looking at him worriedly.

"Nothing, let's continue the discussion."

"Yes, the Southern Continent is affected by the sea air and water in the East China Sea, and there are some floods now. Should we contact the Richen Tribe..."

……

Going down the mountain step by step, the scope of Buzhou Mountain is too huge.

Twenty years! Murong Ji walked for twenty years before he saw a city in the distance.

If he is not seen again, he will become a savage.

On the way down the mountain, Murong Ji made a backpack out of rattan.

If he came across any herbs, he would pick them, put them in a basket, and slowly walk down the mountain, filling up the basket with herbs.

Chewing it dry can relieve fatigue, which is quite good.

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After entering the city, Murong Ji sold the herbs and after getting the money, he immediately went to the inn and ordered a table of dishes.

After having a good meal and a few drinks, Murong Ji set up a stall in the city again and erected a banner to show the way.

If you encounter a sick living being and cure his pain, it can be considered as creating a good deed.

After staying in this city for more than ten days, we headed towards the next city.

For some reason, it reminded him of Qian Yi, when he brought his disciples to the Song Dynasty to practice medicine. It was after he met him that he began to practice cultivation.

After that, he met Zhang Boduan, which brought him a chance encounter.

When people have free time, they tend to think about many things, especially in the mountains at night.

Sitting by the campfire, with the cold wind blowing from all directions, many memories will come to life.

Over the years, the people and things that Murong Ji had forgotten seemed to be particularly vivid again.

Along the way, he met countless spirits and monsters, as well as various human races, who taught him Buddhism, Taoism, or some human skills.

They climbed over one hill after another and passed through one city after another.

Over the past few hundred years, we have witnessed with our own eyes the Great Xia Dynasty's rise and fall.

Murong Ji unknowingly awakened his heart which had been dormant for who knows how long.

Stand on the top of the mountain, facing the rising sun, and roar loudly!
He didn't know what he was yelling about, but he felt that only by yelling loudly could he relax at this moment.

He looked up to the sky and cried out, as if to appeal to the heavens.

After a roar, Murong Ji exhaled another breath of foul air.

"The old ancestor has been high and mighty for too long, forgetting that he also crawled out of the mud. People should never forget their roots."

A Confucian scholar once told him that "The Analects of Confucius" is a good book, a book that records the darkness of human beings and how to be a human being.

Facing the rising sun, Murong Ji took out an extremely ugly parchment book, opened a page, and began to read aloud.

"The Master said: 'Only when the cold winter comes do we realize that pine and cypress are the last to wither.'"

……

As I was reading, I suddenly thought of my three little disciples. If I had known this would happen, I would have taken them with me.

By the way, I should teach them how to practice. What a pity, what a pity.

Wa Palace.

Three little girls were lying on Nuwa's bed, resting their heads on Nuwa's thighs, sleeping in a crooked manner.

Nuwa looked at the book in her hand boredly.

When she had nothing to do, the only thing she had left to kill time was to read these ancient gossips... no, ancient news.

Another thing is to read the books written by Murong Ji.

They were all called Qingyun disciples, copied a copy, and brought it to the Wa Palace.

I turned a page and was about to continue reading when I suddenly felt someone rushing in.

He looked up and his face instantly darkened.

"Why are you here?!!"

Chang Xi tapped the ground lightly with his feet, and then his whole body landed on the ground completely. He looked around the Nuwa Palace carefully.

Finally, his eyes fell on the three little girls.

"You're really nice to them."

Nuwa glanced at the three disciples, with a slight smile on her lips: "Of course, what's the matter? I am also their good sister."

Chang Xi smiled coldly: "Good Senior Sister! I think you don't want to be a Senior Sister, but a Master's Wife!!"

"Nuwa! You are the most hypocritical among all of us!"

"Hou Tu, because of her feelings for Ren Jiang, has always been torn between the interests of the Wu clan. For thousands of years, she has made no progress in her cultivation and has been unable to overcome the hurdle in her heart. This is her calamity."

"Gou Hui didn't have much feelings for Ren Jiang. He wanted a true relationship, but he didn't want to lose his identity. After much hesitation, he chose Ren Jiang."

At this moment, Nuwa took over the conversation out of boredom.

"She took the initiative to pay for it. For her, it's a loss no matter how you look at it. But is she sincere?! Bullshit! She just wants to taste the manliness, ah~"

Nuwa yawned and looked at Chang Xi provocatively, "If you want a man, just say you want a man. It's disgusting to pretend to be so noble~"

Chang Xi's face turned pale. If she could defeat Nuwa, she would have wanted to make her fall into disaster again.

"What about you?! At least, I got it, unlike you, who keeps hiding your feelings to hide your bad nature of admiring the strong!"

Nuwa's face darkened little by little. Chang Xi didn't give her any face at all and stripped her naked.

"Who I like has nothing to do with you. I also like my elder brother, so what?"

"But you, if you don't want to be your Heavenly Concubine, why come to my Wa Palace?"

Chang Xi's face darkened and he was silent for a moment. His tone softened unconsciously. "Ren Jiang has been robbed. Do you have any news about him? Please."

(End of this chapter)