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Chapter 1105: Chance and Fate
Murong Ji's brows darkened. This statement had a double meaning, because of the calamity in Journey to the West, and also because of the chessboard in front of him.

Murong Ji's eyes fell on the chessboard. What a coincidence! It was a Zhenlong chess game!

The first time he saw the Zhenlong chess game was in the Tianlong world, when it was a test set by Wuyazi.

At that time, I didn’t understand the chess game at all, let alone how to solve it.

Later, when he became emperor and had plenty of time to entertain himself, he began to learn chess from Queen Meng.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, then smiled and said, "How can a situation of this magnitude trap Daozu?"

Taoist Hongjun raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Murong Ji, and then turned to look out the window: "He can't trap me, but I am also confused by him."

"To be honest, I don't know how to develop and advance the prehistoric world so that it won't collapse. I have no goals or plans, and I am a little confused."

Murong Ji slowly calmed down. He had disrupted his plan. Now, Murong Ji was somewhat out of control.

For example, who is this Bodhi Patriarch? Or who should he be? Murong Ji was a little unsure and couldn't figure it out.

Should it be the Taoist Master Zhunti, or the Taoist Master Hongjun?
Murong Ji's brows darkened, and as he thought carefully, he did have some guesses in his mind.

He remembered that in the original version of Journey to the West, there was a plot in which the Great Immortal Zhenyuan of Wuzhuang Temple and Sun Wukong became sworn brothers.

That part seemed very abrupt. With Zhen Yuanzi's status in the world of immortal cultivation, how could he condescend to him?
In the past, people only worshipped heaven and earth, not humanity, which showed how arrogant Zhen Yuanzi was.

If this Bodhi Patriarch is Hongjun Daozu, then it would be very reasonable.

Firstly, Sun Wukong's original spirit is the remnant soul of Hong Yun. Secondly, they are both disciples of Taoist Hongjun, so it is reasonable for him to become sworn brothers with him.

Murong Ji frowned, sat opposite Hongjun, picked up a chess piece, and solved the game according to the method he remembered, which was how Duan Yu cracked the Zhenlong chess game.

Then he looked up and saw that Hongjun Daozu seemed to be hesitating about something.

Murong Ji did not interrupt him and let him think it over carefully.

"Ugh!"

Hongjun came back to his senses and started picking up the chess pieces. He picked up the black and white pieces one by one and put them back into the chess box.

"Tell me, should I accept this monkey as my disciple?"

Hongjun didn't even raise his head, but his eyes were on the chessboard. He was picking up the chess pieces carefully, but suddenly said these words.

Murong Ji reached out to help, picking up the black and white chess pieces one by one, and said calmly: "Of course it's up to you, Daozu. If you want to collect them, just collect them. Why are you so worried?"

"How about if you accept me as your disciple and teach me?"

"No need."

Then, the two of them picked up all the chess pieces on the board, but no one said anything more.

Murong Ji was straightforward and Daozu Hongjun was straightforward. They started playing chess, taking turns to play, and the speed was not slow.

The chess pieces fell with a "da da" sound, like raindrops falling to the ground, crisp and loud.

Looking up, I saw two powerful dragons, one black and one white, formed on the chessboard, entangled with each other, neither giving in.

"How about teaching him your Fa Tian Xiang Di?"

Murong Ji did not respond, his eyes fixed seriously on the chess board, as if he had not heard anything.

After a long time, Murong Ji admitted defeat, "Daozu's plan is one step ahead, I admire you."

Hongjun didn't react at all. He turned his head and looked out the window, as if he was looking at the endless starry sky.

"Back then, I intended to accept Hong Yun and also intended to make Hong Yun a saint."

"You are now the leader of the Buddhist Dao. If I say that this should have been Hong Yun's seat, do you believe it?"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly but did not respond. He had thought about these ideas when he was planning the plan back then.

Hong Yun's chance to become a saint is to teach Hu Weifu in the West, and he will be the first Buddha in the world.

Unfortunately, Hongyun didn't seize the opportunity.

Why did Hongyun win Hongjun's favor?
Have you ever seen an innate divine being get along well with an acquired being, diagnose and treat illnesses for it, and live together with it?

Who else is willing to guide those humans to practice?

Murong Ji himself is a person who will not do anything without benefits. The reason why Hong Yun regards him as a good friend and why Murong Ji is willing to go through life and death with him lies in this.

What kind of existence were the human race at that time? They were food for all the tribes in the prehistoric world.

Would you make friends with food? Red Cloud would!
When Fuxi learned about the Taoist ancestor in front of him, the Taoist ancestor shared his method of becoming a saint with them without reservation.

He also created a Taoist tradition for this world, whether for the public or for private benefit.

Judging from actions rather than intentions, at least Murong Ji himself did not dare to fully reveal his core skills to the world.

Daozu Hongjun dares!
So he is the ancestor of Taoism!

It would be strange if this person didn't treat Hong Yun with favor.

Hong Yun's good-natured personality posed no threat to anyone. He refined a broken gourd called Jiujiusan, but he mistook it for a wine gourd.

Nowadays, Hong Yun’s soul has been divided into three parts. One became Yun Zhongzi, one became Shennong, and the other one is Sun Wukong.

He sighed helplessly. Sometimes it is all about fate. It is all about time and destiny. The same is true for the immortals and saints like them.

"The Taoist wants the West to flourish!" Hongjun was stunned, then laughed sarcastically: "I don't want the West to flourish! What does the rise and fall of the West have to do with me?"

Then, Hongjun seemed to have thought of something, slowly stopped smiling, and said lightly: "When he fought Luohou that year, he detonated the western earth veins."

"Since I sent the two saints to the Western world, this cause and effect has been severed."

"It can't be considered cause and effect. The West was able to survive because of me, and it was also able to prosper and grow because of me. It should be that the Western land owes me cause and effect."

Hongjun stroked his beard, tilted his head slightly, and thought carefully about how he should talk to Murong Ji.

Murong Ji lowered his head, said nothing, and listened quietly to Hongjun's chatter.

"Hongyun has been arranged by you one after another. With this last bit of his soul, I really want to save him, which can be regarded as completing the fate between us."

Murong Ji remained silent for a long time, but still did not answer.

I have to say that with Daozu's ability, there is naturally no problem in teaching Sun Wukong. Being a senior and junior brother with Zhou Tianshen, the feeling is naturally different.

"It's not bad for me to teach this monkey, but the problem is a bit tricky. I can guide him to practice the great way."

"However, I am far inferior to you in the basic system practice, so it would be better for you to teach me."

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"I have prepared this place for you. From now on, you will be the monkey's actual master."

Murong Ji directly refused. Once he entered the game, things would change. How could he figure out those rebels?
How can we give hope to those delusional demons?
Daozu Hongjun was somewhat helpless, and then he thought of a compromise: "You live in this mountain for ten years, and during these ten years, you practice in this mountain as the eldest senior brother."

"How much you can teach that monkey depends entirely on his luck."

Without waiting for Murong Ji to refuse, Hongjun said directly: "How about I give you that thing to comprehend for ten years?"

Murong Ji was stunned. What was the thing that Hongjun Daozu was talking about? Apart from the half of the Creation Jade Butterfly, what else could he covet?

"it is good!"

After the two of them reached an agreement, Daozu Hongjun simply flipped his hand and stuffed the half plate into Murong Ji's hand.

Murong Ji took a closer look and saw that countless great ways were operating on the Jade Butterfly of Creation, making it seem like a natural little world.

A small world used to accommodate the Zhoutian Avenue.

In the chaos, the birth of the Tao was actually a coincidence.

The Three Thousand Great Avenues is just a norm. No one can tell exactly how many great avenues there are.

It is just like the birth of the acquired avenue, with no source and no reason at the starting point.

The birth of the great way, the most complete one at present is the way of benevolence and courtesy of Confucius.

Murong Ji carefully considered the plate and asked casually, "Why did Daozu insist on betting on this monkey? Or is this monkey really that important?"

If it was just because of Hong Yun, Murong Ji really didn't believe it. There must be something else he didn't understand.

Hongjun closed his eyes and looked at the chessboard. How could there be any winner or loser? It was just that Murong Ji didn't want to play anymore.

From then on, Murong Ji settled here.

His eyes fell on the disciples accepted by Patriarch Bodhi. After a rough count, there were about twenty to thirty of them.

Various mountain spirits and monsters, innate divine beings, humans, and so on, all mixed together, just to make up the numbers.

The lectures held every day are all about the basic knowledge of spiritual practice.

Sometimes, Murong Ji would give the lecture, but what Murong Ji taught was more practical.

Cultivation is not something that can be accomplished overnight, nor can it be accomplished in just a few years.

Murong Ji understood clearly that after teaching Sun Wukong, what should the remaining disciples do?

Naturally, let Murong Ji arrange it.

Murong Ji was also happy and at ease. These people were extremely blessed. As long as their character was well cultivated, they would achieve great things in the future.

Murong Ji had nothing to do, so he wandered around the mountains and finally figured out where this place was.

Qingcheng Mountain.

Today, Mount Qingcheng has not yet become one of the famous mountains in the world.

There is really nothing here, it is ordinary and has no spiritual charm.

Murong Ji stood on the mountain and walked around, but felt bored. The beautiful scenery here has not yet been developed.

What beautiful scenery can there be to see in the wild mountains and wilderness?
There isn't even a decent mountain trail.

Murong Ji looked back and saw that the Taoist temple deep in the mountains was opened up by the Taoist master Hongjun using his magic power.

He stretched and turned around to go back.

"Big brother."

Being stunned for a moment, Murong Ji turned around and saw a little Taoist who looked a little dull.

In fact, this Taoist was actually a woman with a dull expression. Because she was transformed from a demon, she was not familiar with the ways of the world.

She was a mountain spirit from Mount Qingcheng, born not many years ago and was forcibly transformed into a human.

(End of this chapter)