Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1060 The Big Sun
Murong Ji, however, was not too worried. The current fate of the Shang Dynasty had nothing to do with him.

Whether the destiny of the human race can be condensed has nothing to do with one country or one race.

As long as the human race is the protagonist of this world and the human race in the entire prehistoric world is thriving, the fate of the Shang Dynasty is irrelevant.

"It's getting late, go to bed."

Back in the bedroom, Murong Ji would definitely do something he loved doing.

The Golden Spirit Mother felt dizzy and her consciousness seemed to have left her body.

As soon as I came to my senses, I saw that I was already in Yunxiao's room.

She felt panic in her heart, and then she realized that Murong Ji had placed her on Yunxiao. In an instant, her face and body turned red.

After a ridiculous night, Murong Ji got up late the next day.

When the two children grew up a little, the Golden Spirit Mother could no longer sit idle.

Yunxiao is a homebody who hides away in a place to practice. She can stay here for a hundred years without leaving.

But the Golden Spirit Mother was different. After being pregnant for more than two hundred years and giving birth to two children, she could no longer stay still.

After saying something to Murong Ji, he went back to Biyou Palace and went out for a trip.

There are many things in Biyou Palace that need her to share. If she hasn't been back for such a long time, things will be in chaos.

If it were any other fellow disciples, perhaps it would be possible, but as Tongtian's second disciple, naturally she had to deal with many things.

the other side.

An old man was also wandering in the primitive land.

The old man walked in the human city with his hands behind his back, looking at the prosperity of the human race with an expressionless face.

He looked at a man selling candied haws and walked up to him.

"Brother, how much do you sell this...thing?"

The vendor glanced at the old man and said, "One knife. You don't know, this is a family skill. My ancestors followed our ancestors to fight in the battlefields."

"Then I learned how to eat this from my ancestor Jiang. It tastes really good."

The old man murmured, "Human ginger?"

He then searched his body, but found no money, but he had a magic treasure. He took it out and saw that it was a round coin about three fingers wide.

The round square hole, with its brand new golden light, seemed somewhat mysterious.

The old man then handed the coin over.

The vendor took it, but his hand felt heavy, "Gold? This weight..."

The vendor then handed the money back and said, "I can't make the change, and... never mind, I'll give you a string instead."

"I feel embarrassed..." The old man felt a little awkward. It was always others who owed him money, but he never owed anyone anything.

"Well, you seem to be a big shot, so just allow me to sell it in this city. It's just a string of candied haws."

The old man nodded, took it and took a bite. The sweet and sour taste exploded in his mouth, which made his face look more exciting.

"Well, that's pretty good."

"Hehe, of course, thinking back to the past... Hey? Where are those people?" The peddler looked puzzled and looked around, but there was no one in sight.

The old man walked through the crowd, looked back, then pointed and a stream of light penetrated into the peddler's body.

Eight words were silently branded on the skin below the peddler: Money and treasures fall, and the heavenly officials bless you.

The old man turned around, and the crowd passed by him, unconsciously making way for him.

It was as if a space had been split open in the crowd. Some of the hunched bodies were like ghosts in this world, traveling through the long river of time.

After leaving the city, the old man looked back and then walked towards the distant mountains.

Endless scenery passed by rapidly on both sides, as if the sky and the earth were a little blurry. When it became clear again, it appeared in front of a coast.

"The human race... is very good." The voice murmured, as if it was the harmony of heaven and earth.

The old man set his gaze on the endless coastline, and with a flash of his figure, he appeared directly above the East China Sea.

Looking down, one can see countless islands, and Jin'ao Island is the largest one among them.

It flew over the Jin'ao Island, passed through the endless space, and landed on Tongtian Sect Master inside.

He withdrew his gaze calmly and looked towards Sanxian Island and the countless large and small islands near Jinao Island.

Finally, it stopped on an uninhabited island.

The East China Sea is so vast that there are countless lands and islands of varying sizes along the edge of the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou.

The wilderness is too vast, and there is no need for humans to fight to the death for these islands. They can just abandon this place.

This is not some blessed place. On the contrary, because the earth is cracked and the ground veins are cut off, the spiritual energy here is thin.

The Xiantian Divine Being was displeased and did not take this place seriously.

The old man flew slowly downwards, having an inexplicable feeling that something was wrong here.

Landing on an island, looking forward across the sea, there was a vast ocean in front of me, but the flow of water and air seemed not right.

The figure flew up and flew towards that world. Soon, he saw a layer of almost transparent film.

"Array?!"

The old man flipped his hand casually, and a broken plate the size of a palm appeared directly in his hand. After deducing for a while, he broke the formation directly.

Then, a huge island slowly emerged, which was not much smaller than Jin'ao Island. Looking at the spiritual energy and the rhyme of Taoism, it was even stronger than the blessed land of Jin'ao Island.

The old man was a little surprised for a moment, but he didn't find it strange.

The wild world is so huge that there are all kinds of strange and bizarre things. These paradises will appear sooner or later.

Now, there are still a large number of innate sacred beings in the making. Why would you find it strange?

After landing on the island, the old man walked forward step by step, but his sight followed the entire earth vein, and finally, he stopped under a cliff.

Looking up, I saw a magical stone standing on the top of the cliff.

Next to the stone is a rushing river. The water seems to come from the seabed veins, gushing down directly from above.

It forms a huge and spectacular waterfall.

The old man came to his senses and looked at the stone with some confusion. He calculated it over and over again, but still couldn't figure out what was going on.

After a long time, he sighed.

He stepped lightly and landed in front of the stone, gently stroking the stone with his palm, his brows furrowed.

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As if he had thought of something, he said no more and slowly left with his hands behind his back.

After flying away from the island, it closed the formation again, flew into the sky, and disappeared.

Outside Chaoge City.

In the villa on the top of the mountain.

Murong Ji sat in the study and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Ha~"

The smile on his face was a little strange, as if he was successful, but also as if he was relieved.

Then he restrained his expression, looked up at Jin Ling and Yun Xiao who were reading seriously in front of him, and raised his mouth slightly, "Are you interested in becoming a Buddha Mother?"

Jin Ling was stunned and glanced at Yunxiao beside him, wondering what serious illness Murong Ji had.
"Buddha? Is it what you wrote in your book? There is no such thing. Why did you write it?"

Murong Ji nodded. The concept of Buddha did not exist yet. It was not time for him to be born.

In the entire prehistoric world, he was the only one who had all kinds of scriptures and books. Murong Ji was the only one who had the ability and interest to collect them.

Among the innate gods in the ancient times, every one of them is born with the great way. By following this great way, they can create their own skills.

But, humans can’t do that.

Murong Ji collected those prehistoric creatures who died in his hands or whose bodies fell into his hands, sorted out their ways, perfected their techniques, and spread them to the human race.

For him, it doesn’t matter whether one has good or bad aptitude, as long as he practices sexual skills or life skills, he can find a way out.

If the accumulation is vigorous enough, many things can be broken and become no longer so important.

He has countless Buddhist scriptures, Taoist scriptures, and Confucian books in his hands, and all aspects of the books are in Murong Ji's hands.

His own accumulation, the gains from the demon clan, and the cultivation techniques and meridians obtained from killing so many innate sacred beings and enemies.

In terms of many subjects, no one is better than Murong Ji.

Perhaps there is another person, Taoist Ancestor Hongjun.

Murong Ji sighed. The growth of Heavenly Dao required a large amount of Dao to supplement it. Only when various Dao rules and laws were added could Heavenly Dao be more perfect.

That is why Hongjun would teach all living beings in the world and guide them in their practice.

Murong Ji's things were only stored in three places: Qingyun Mountain, Huoyun Cave, and Murong Ji himself.

Anything that Murong Ji appreciates is definitely the best of the best.

【The concept of Buddha is something that can only be realized after the Conferred God Tribulation, when the barbarians are transformed into Buddhas.】

[If it were to appear in the world ahead of time, I wonder if there would be any unexpected effects. ]

Murong Ji frowned slightly, it is possible to obtain huge results and drag the two people in the west into disaster.

Or maybe, helping the two Westerners to take a step further would only end up being a hindrance.

Everything is unknown, so it’s better not to gamble.

After thinking about it, Murong Ji gave up the idea of ​​"promoting Buddhism", but planning for the Buddha's position and Buddha's fruit was still not a problem.

He no longer knew how many Buddhist disciples he had secretly trained, and had these people spread Buddhism in the name of Taoism.

All along, Fuxi has been keeping the secret secret, so much so that it has not been discovered until now.

The situation has already become quite serious, and it's just waiting for many great powers and several saints to fall into the trap.

the other side.

Taoist priest Hongjun was hunched over, following behind a young man.

Looking at this young monk, walking step by step on this vast land, he seemed to be kind to everything. Facing the bad words from others, he would just bow slightly and not care.

He didn't care about following him.

As night fell, Hongjun sat opposite the fire, looking at the young Taoist holding a wooden fish with a scripture in front of him.

In response to the firelight, he continued to recite scriptures silently.

Hongjun raised his eyebrows, a little puzzled, but judging from his appearance, this method of cultivation, and even the great way, is still the acquired great way.

Then, his eyes fell on the wooden fish, which was a Taoist ritual instrument, a magical instrument invented by Taoist disciples of the human race in order to communicate and seek advice from their ancestors.

(End of this chapter)