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Chapter 1063 Please Leave the Ancestral Temple
When I walked into the living room, I saw the Taoist sitting respectfully beside me.

Seeing Murong Ji walk in, he stood up and bowed.

"Disciple Jin Chanzi, greetings to Uncle Master."

Murong Ji was somewhat stunned, Jin Chanzi, Tang Sanzang! !

For a moment, he couldn't help but take a closer look at this golden cicada. He was the six-winged golden cicada transformed from the emotions of the ancient world.

In Murong Ji's memory, or in his practice system, there are actually only three words: sincerity, truth, and heart.

The epitome of sincerity was Zhang Boduan.

The master who epitomized the ultimate truth was Master Xuanzang.

As for the last word "heart", the one who brought it to its peak was the Confucian and Taoist sage, Wang Yangming.

Murong Ji came back to his senses, sighed, and used his dark eyes to explore Jin Chanzi's background, only to find that this person had some relationship with him.

He evaporated himself into a sea of ​​blood, causing endless love and desire to dissolve the wilderness. The endless love and desire dispersed into seven emotions and six desires, giving birth to five insects and seven monsters, as well as countless creatures with seven emotions and six desires.

This golden cicada is the embodiment of greed among the six desires, and is the leader of the five evil insects.

For a moment, Murong Ji felt helpless. This was also one of his own karma.

Then, Murong Ji thought, this couldn't be the two saints from the West who deliberately enlightened him so that he could come and seek the truth today!

Looking at Jin Chanzi carefully again, Murong Ji understood what he came for.

I was the first one to open up Buddhism to those two people in the West, and it did trigger their mysterious resonance. I guess they are still a little confused now, so I came here to try myself.

Jin Chanzi's body was a little disheveled, obviously he had just had a fight with someone. He didn't suffer much loss, but he didn't gain much advantage either.

"You are so embarrassed, what are you doing..."

Jin Chanzi looked down at his Taoist robe and chuckled, "Yang Jian killed and injured the Heavenly Court, forcing the Great Heavenly Venerable into a dilemma."

"We simply ordered that no human experts were allowed to stop him and let Yang Jian make trouble, which caused the person behind the scenes to offend Huoyun Cave... That person got anxious, so..."

Murong Ji understood very well that Yuanshi Tianzun might not have those thoughts, but his disciples did have quite a lot of thoughts.

Fearing that he could not hold him back, he asked people from the Western Religion to stop Yang Jian.

[They have been linked with the Western religion since then? ! !] Murong Ji subconsciously thought of someone.

A person who has always kept a low profile.

Ran Deng Taoist!

Murong Ji's eyes were a little gloomy. He knew that someone would take advantage of the situation, but he didn't expect it to be such a person.

Coming back to his senses, his eyes fell on Jin Chanzi again. [Jin Chanzi and Yang Jian are equally matched in fighting, so his skills are not bad.]

"What's the matter that brought you here to see me?" Although Murong Ji had guessed it long ago, he still asked.

Jin Chanzi bowed again and said, "When I was traveling in the wild, I saw many people promoting something called Buddhism."

“I was curious, so I went to learn more about it, and found that this Buddhist teaching is very consistent with my Western teachings.”

"It also continues many of Master Jieyin's methods, from the most basic to the ones that have yet to be achieved in the future."

"It was all explained very clearly. At that time, I felt that this kind of Buddhism, the imagined acquired great way, was very suitable for Western religion."

"So I came here specially to ask for advice."

Murong Ji frowned, not wanting to bother with him, "Why should I teach you?!"

Jin Chanzi then said, "Master, you can tell me what you want. As long as Jin Chanzi can do it, I will never refuse."

Murong Ji waved his hand, not wanting to argue with him any further. He stood up and walked out of the living room directly: "Goodbye, I won't see you off."

Jin Chanzi stopped alone in the hall, sighed helplessly, and then took a few steps forward: "Excuse me, uncle, can I live on this mountain for a while?"

Murong Ji looked back at him, said nothing, and then turned and left.

From then on, Jin Chanzi lived on this farm, doing some work as a servant and helping the elves such as Bai Mudan and taking charge of the medicinal fields.

Time passed little by little, and things returned to calm, and no one came to Murong Ji to cause trouble for him.

However, the entire prehistoric world was in turmoil.

Above the ancient land, countless evil spirits were brewing slowly, but for unknown reasons, they rose into the sky.

Hidden in the operation of the Great Dao, this evil spirit and resentment accumulated more and more, and unknowingly formed calamity energy.

In the past, it was Murong Ji who controlled the Zhu Xian Sword and absorbed the calamity energy to adjust the balance of the spiritual energy and evil energy in the ancient world.

Now, Murong Ji is in disaster, and no one can control the Zhu Xian Sword anymore.

The Zhu Xian Sword only relied on the formation to operate slowly, and the effect of absorbing the calamity energy was far from expected.

But everyone in the prehistoric world is somewhat helpless. What can they do?
The entire Shang Dynasty was ultimately unable to hold on and went completely astray. A contemporary man, Wang Yangjia, directly moved Nuwa out of the clan's ancestral temple.

From then on, the main deity worshipped was Hou Tu.

The method of sacrifice was also extremely special, with slaves as the main sacrifices, especially slaves who had no blood of the witch clan.

He even cooked people in a cauldron and shared the food with many dignitaries.

Murong Ji was furious, but he did not intervene too much. Now, he did not have many ways to intervene in these matters. Out of sight, out of mind, so he seldom paid attention to the situation in Chaoge.

A hundred years have passed in a hurry, and with the replacement of one or two generations, not many people know about Nuwa, the Holy Mother of mankind.

The entire Shang Dynasty became even more deviated, with theocracy being supreme, excessive pursuit of pleasure, doing some useless work, and boasting that they were diligent in governing the country.

Countless water conservancy projects were put on hold, as were embankment repairs, farmland restoration, and other projects.

What's more, the Shang Dynasty cut down on spending on lower-class education, drastically cut down on the human schools, and completely took over the human martial arts hall.

Only the children of the royal family are allowed to study and practice.

The lack of water supply has caused large-scale drought in farmland and a decrease in grain production, which is becoming more serious year by year.

It completely transformed the human race from creating their own living environment to relying on God's charity to survive.

Relying on God's mercy and rain, the grown crops are regarded as gifts, and then there are large-scale sacrifices lasting for several months.

However, there were too many sacrifices and it seemed that they were of little use. The drought was still severe and many people still starved to death.

There was even a human king who, in order to highlight the contribution that the Shang Dynasty had made to mankind, pointed out that King Tang of Shang burned himself alive in front of the human ancestral temple in order to pray for rain from heaven.

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What's worse, they directly closed the human race's schools, which determined the human race's status as either poor or rich.

Seeing this miraculous operation, Murong Ji's forehead was throbbing and he almost fainted from the blood rushing to his body.

If he had not gone through the tribulation, even if such a fool could come to power, he would be slapped to death by him.

He sighed helplessly, turned back to the yard, sat on a chair, and remained silent.

The ignorance of human beings is almost rooted in their nature.

In the past, the spiritual fortune of the human race was characterized by the emergence of saints and wise men, and the galloping of the great wilderness, but that is not the norm.

That is because Fuxi, Shennong and other innate divine beings have broadened people’s knowledge and created various environments to stimulate the humanistic environment.

Nowadays, the Shang Dynasty is a theocracy with ignorance and stupidity from top to bottom, which is the inevitable result of the complete abandonment of rites and learning.

It is normal for human beings to be ordinary. How many people are geniuses and how many are talented?
This time, he also wanted to see how far the human race could go without him, Murong Ji.

Now it seems so disappointing.

Murong Ji slumped in the chair, feeling somewhat powerless. A humanistic environment must be created, as this involves the foundation of a nation's development.

Only a good humanistic environment can cultivate a large number of talents and give birth to a large number of geniuses.

With a humanistic environment, there is an educational environment.

Murong Ji felt that it was something he should be thankful for as long as the human race was able to be self-sufficient and manage and govern themselves well.

A hundred years passed in a hurry, and Murong Ji was also asked to leave the ancestral temple and set up an independent temple. The incense offerings decreased and gradually no one paid attention to it.

It is indeed not much better than Nuwa's situation.

No one knows how many powerful beings in the ancient times are behind this.

Murong Ji used a Jedi Tiantong on them. It seemed that these people also wanted to use this method to eliminate the traces of Murong Ji among the human race.

Over the past hundred years, the calamity energy has become more intense, and the brewing of this calamity has taken longer than any of the previous ones.

The amount of calamity and resentment accumulated over a long period of time was becoming increasingly frightening. Before one knew it, it had already reached the level of quantitative calamity.

At night, Murong Ji stood at the door and looked at the entire Chaoge City, feeling somewhat helpless at the originally golden black bird.

Now it has turned into a ferocious bird of prey covered in blood.

Turning around, he saw Jin Chanzi teaching Yuan Hong how to practice step by step on the hillside under the moonlight.

Murong Ji opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He watched quietly for a moment, then went back to the yard and went to sleep.

A few months later, Bai Mudan came to report: "Master, there is a man outside the door who wants to see you and become your disciple."

Murong Ji was stunned. "Just send him away. Don't worry about it."

Bai Mudan hesitated for a moment before saying, "That person is your direct descendant, a descendant of the Shennong tribe."

Murong Ji was stunned and confused. When did he leave any descendants in the world?

Then, he realized that when Yin Changsheng followed Fuxi, he left descendants and a tribe among the human race.

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead, feeling a little too lazy to care about these things. After thinking about it, he decided to meet her.

"Bring him here."

Bai Mudan agreed and turned to leave. Not long after, she came in with someone.

"Disciple Jiang Shang, nice to meet you, Senior."

Murong Ji instantly became alert. Jiang Ziya!! He was very familiar with this person.

In my first life, I had never been exposed to spiritual practice and was influenced by TV dramas, so I thought Jiang Ziya was just an ordinary person.

But in fact, Jiang Ziya has another title: the ancestor of all schools of thought and the founder of the rise of humanities!

Many things were spread out from him. This chief priest of the Temple of Martial Arts was known to the public not only as a military strategist.

(End of this chapter)