Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1102: The first dispute between Taoism and Buddhism.

On the cliff of the Moon Viewing Terrace, Lu Xueqi sighed. She couldn't tell whether she was Lu Xueqi or Xihe...

She continued to dance with the sword, as if this was her practice and daily routine.

Murong Ji returned to Yuqing Palace, opened the door, and walked towards the bed step by step. He couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.

In short, as long as there is such a person, there are still some thoughts about her. Even if I know that she is not Lu Xueqi, she is like a guide to memory and also like a mark.

After a hundred years, there is new progress in the world.

In the twelfth year of King Mu of Zhou, he began his western expedition. Wherever he went, he confiscated the cultivation techniques of various sects and schools in order to further improve the Juedi Tiantong.

This action made Murong Ji furious. It not only cut off the cultivation path of other ethnic groups in the prehistoric world, but also cut off the human race's own path forward.

If it was the primitive world of the past, it would be fine.

The present primitive world is growing day by day, and cultivation is related to the future of the human race.

Murong Ji urgently called for his disciples to give this guy with a bubble in his head a slap in the face.

In fact, from King Mu of Zhou's point of view, there was nothing wrong in confiscating the cultivation techniques. One reason was to maintain his own rule.

Secondly, it is to maintain world stability, which is a very good measure.

But if we look at it from a higher level, opening up the path of spiritual practice for the human race is the best solution.

Inside the Zhou army tent, Chang Jian looked at King Mu of Zhou with a smile on his face and saluted with his fists clasped.

"Your Majesty, Master is not denying you. From your perspective, there is nothing wrong with the policies and measures, but Your Majesty is determined to surpass your ancestors."

"You should look at the entire world and see how big it is."

Chang Jian then took out a precious sword and held it up with both hands. "Master and the sages of the human race in Huoyun Cave all agree with the king's decision, but..."

"I will use this Xuanyuan Sword to encourage the king..."

When King Mu of Zhou heard that it was the Xuanyuan Sword, he took a few steps forward, took it respectfully, and could not suppress his joy.

After the matter was settled, Chang Jian visited various sects and returned their cultivation techniques. These things had been modified and corrected by Chang Jian.

A hundred years later, King Mu of Zhou's move did have a significant impact.

Each sect and school hid their own things more and more deeply, and even the number of times they accepted external disciples decreased.

As time goes by, complete methods of cultivation are rarely seen in the world.

After several generations of inheritance, the Zhou royal family's method of cultivation has become incomplete, and the path of ascension for human cultivators seems to be about to be broken.

Murong Ji sat cross-legged in Yuqing Palace, looking at the book in his hand, silent.

This is the list of the five saints who have been reincarnated and suffered disasters. Six generations have passed, which is hundreds of years. Over the past hundreds of years, they have subtly left something for the human race.

However, compared to the background and knowledge of their saints, it is pitifully little.

"Is your method really useful? I see those people are just taking advantage of the human race for free."

Bixiao squatted in front of Murong Ji and said helplessly.

"Oh, they are doomed, but it is not up to them."

"Hmph! Bragging! Ren Jiang, how can you be sure that they will... Eh?!!" Bi Xiao stared at Murong Ji in amazement.

To be precise, it was the book in Murong Ji's hand.

"Tao Te Ching", "Yin Fu Jing" and a series of secret scriptures. These things are somewhat different from what Murong Ji usually reads.

There are divine patterns of the Great Dao all over it. To be more precise, they are what Murong Ji drew from the Great Dao, and they are perfect.

It’s no exaggeration to call it a heavenly book!

This is the origin of the Tao!
Bixiao pounced on Murong Ji and snatched the books away. After taking a closer look, she couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"That's great. This thing can be engraved? It will be much easier to comprehend in the future. Hey? Brother-in-law, what material is this made of? Why does it feel so good?"

Murong Ji pushed Bi Xiao away from his abdomen and straightened his clothes. "The brocade you used to make bras and bellybands."

For a moment, Bixiao threw the book away with a chill, as if he had encountered something dirty.

Murong Ji rolled his eyes. The materials that women use to make bras are extremely soft and delicate. They don’t use inferior materials.

Now, it doesn’t matter whether these five saints leave their legacy to the human race or not, Murong Ji has already left it for them.

Those five seemed to have received some kind of inspiration.

When they were reincarnated again, they all showed their extraordinary abilities.

Unconsciously, a wave of thought seemed to have erupted among the human race, and all the schools of thought came to light.

Murong Ji would read these classics, history books, and collections every day. These things were somewhat different from those that were passed down in later generations.

Many loopholes were repaired by later disciples.

But only this kind of originality can reflect their most fundamental ideas.

When he got the news again, Murong Ji was somewhat surprised. Confucius was not the reincarnation of some divine being.

He was just an ordinary human being, not some kind of natural phenomenon.

Murong Ji looked at him again and again, and was sure that this person was not a natural talent, so he gave up.

However, this Confucius is a burly man with some witch blood, and he is quite strong. This is what it means to be strong and powerful.

Confucius was more than eight feet tall, and when he stood in front of Murong Ji, he was half a head taller than him.

Murong Ji: "..."

Who would have thought that he was pretty handsome, with a pretty face, but actually had a scholarly air. "Who are you, senior? What are you looking for me for?"

Murong Ji forgot for a moment what he had asked him to do. He sighed and turned away.

Confucius scratched his head, looking confused, and continued practicing sword.

Murong Ji stood in the distance, watching Confucius practice sword skills in a very methodical and disciplined manner.

"It does look a lot like Yuanshi Tianzun. It really looks a lot like him."

If he didn't know who Yuanshi Tianzun's reincarnation was, he would probably think it was Yuanshi Tianzun.

For the next few decades, Murong Ji kept paying attention to this person.

Watching others talk seriously and sometimes even use fists...

It was this person who, based on the ritual system established by Duke of Zhou Ji Dan, extended many other things related to ritual.

From restraining others to restraining oneself, promoting human nature and suppressing animal nature.

A kind of acquired great way was formed unconsciously when he traveled around the countries.

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Confucian etiquette is indeed more in line with humanity.

Murong Ji paid close attention to Confucius, but he didn't know what to say and felt a little regretful.

The current practice method has changed. It is similar to the mysterious practice method of the Three Pure Ones, which leads directly to the goal.

For the human race, this has raised the threshold for cultivation. However, it is finally on the right track.

Murong Ji himself was not sure whether this was the right path, but he felt that it would not be a bad thing to continue developing in this way.

People in later generations often talk about etiquette in a derogatory way. But no one knows what kind of chaos the human race would be in without etiquette.

Incest alone is a hurdle that many civilizations cannot overcome.

This kind of thing could not be completely avoided until later generations.

Whenever there is great prosperity, there is great corruption.

This kind of corruption is not just about greed for money or power, but the decay of human nature as a whole.

The fig leaf covers the last bit of dignity, making it impossible to tell whether he is a human or an animal.

Once that thin piece of cloth is untied, the world will realize that corruption is the lightest form of corruption.

The education of the human race is a long and arduous task.

He taught him the cultivation method of Confucius and guided him on the path of cultivation. However, Murong Ji did not agree with his method of directly comprehending the Tao.

We still need to strengthen our body and cultivate ourselves so that we can preserve both our life and our health.

When he had nothing to do, Murong Ji handed all matters over to his disciples and just lived a leisurely life in Qingyun Mountain.

Let them figure it out on their own and don't get involved.

After unloading so many tasks, Murong Ji felt unusually relaxed.

Countless people came and started to plant medicinal fields. Before they knew it, the planting area became extremely large and a large number of medicinal fields were left unattended.

No one knew how Chang Qing and Chang Jian operated, but Bai Mudan brought a group of flower and plant elves to live in Qingyun Mountain to assist Murong Ji in managing the medicine fields.

At this time, Bai Mudan held a high position as a deity in heaven, and was in charge of the rise and fall of plants in the four seasons. This power was quite considerable.

When to bloom, when to bear fruit, various flowering periods, growth periods of plants, etc., are all set by the white peony, and the responsibility and authority are enormous.

No matter who sees her, they will call her the Fairy of Flowers.

Although, her strength is not high.

With someone helping to manage the medicinal fields, Murong Ji was happy to have some free time. When he had nothing to do, he decided to have a baby.

I guess only the Golden Spirit Mother can find joy in giving birth to a child.

Gradually, Murong Ji discovered that something was wrong. This guy was following the path of the Chang Xi sisters.

She wants to accumulate foundation through her own nurturing. When these children become powerful, they can feed back the origin to the Golden Spirit Mother.

This makes her essence more refined.

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead. This method of escaping from the method of beheading the three corpses was used by the Changxi sisters to fight against the oppression of Di Jun and Dong Huang.

[What's going on? It seems like I'm the one oppressing the Golden Spirit. ]

After thinking about it, I decided not to pay any more attention to it and just let her be.

Checking the news from the underworld is also one of the few things that Murong Ji has to take charge of.

Suddenly, a piece of news caught Murong Ji's attention.

There was a person who was a great master of Buddhism and spread Buddhism in the West.

Murong Ji was a little confused. When he looked carefully, he saw four big characters: Sakyamuni.

This person was the body of the Taoist who came into the world to experience tribulations, but unexpectedly, he would enter the Tao so soon.

This speed is indeed much faster than Taiqing Laozi.

[The time when the two were born in their seventh lives is not much different. 】

Not long after, Taiqing Laozi comprehended the Way of Heaven, entered the Tao, and was about to achieve great success.

The two men walked one in front and one behind, as if they had discussed it beforehand, but Murong Ji could detect some fiery aura.

(End of this chapter)