Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1118 Promise
For example, the Quanzhen Sect emphasizes the preservation of both nature and life. This concept of practice also exists in the Zhengyi Sect.

However, they are called dragon and tiger, or other names.

Regardless of what they are called, the details and methods of practice are different, which is why there are so many sects.

When Xuanzang's figure disappeared, Murong Ji stretched and turned back into the city.

After living in Chang'an for several years, he witnessed with his own eyes that Lu Dongbin, who was proud of his abilities, was instead tricked by Bai Mudan and lost his vital energy.

Only then did I feel relieved, and I felt very relieved when I saw that this kid had lost his essence.

How can a sword master succeed if he doesn't think about how to practice swordsmanship but instead wants to follow the path that failed in his previous life?

Without Emperor Jun and Emperor Dong, there will be no one left to fight for the Dao? That's nonsense.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji looked up at the moonlight. For some reason, he felt that something was not right with the world.

Before I could see the sky clearly, the whole world was shaken.

I was stunned for a moment, then when I came to my senses, I realized that the avenues of heaven and earth were constantly surging, and various avenues were entangled, as if the world was turned upside down.

Ordinary people would only feel that something was a little different, but if they were cultivators, they would be able to clearly feel that the world was not peaceful.

All kinds of order gradually became chaotic and more and more chaotic.

In that instant, all order became violent.

It was like a gurgling stream suddenly became turbid, with the water running wildly and changing its original watercourse.

Murong Ji couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment, so he opened his eyes and looked around, and saw countless chaotic auras surging in the heaven and earth.

After being divided by the formation, it slowly merged into the mountains, rivers, land, and the Zhoutian Avenue.

It's as if a certain threshold has been reached, and quantitative change has led to qualitative change.

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and touched his chin: "The prehistoric world has grown like this??!"

Some people find it hard to believe. Isn't it too easy?
Suddenly, he noticed someone landing in his yard. Murong Ji turned his head and looked without waiting to see who the person was.

Then I heard a sweet greeting.

"Brother!"

Murong Ji raised his eyes slightly, a little confused, what was Yang Chan doing here? !

"Aren't you in Huashan? Oh, yes, you should be reinstated, Third Holy Mother!"

Yang Chan pursed her lips and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Murong Ji did not drive her away.

He walked into the house first, sat opposite Murong Ji, and poured himself a cup of tea.

He drank it in one gulp, then slowly said: "How can there be any reinstatement? Of course, my good position was taken by someone else."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows, but did not say much. In today's world, the only two idle people who can wander around freely in this world are them.

One is that they dare not intervene, and the other is that there is no need to intervene.

As long as they don't use magic power or spells here to disrupt the order of the human world, there is no need to pay attention to the two of them.

Otherwise, the gods and mountain gods will come here to hold you accountable.

Accountability is one thing, but whether or not one dares to manage is another.

After learning where Murong Ji lived, Yang Chan decided to stay there and followed Murong Ji around every day, wanting to see what he was doing.

When he had nothing to do, he would ask Murong Ji for advice on cultivation.

Since they were from the same school, Murong Ji was generous in giving her guidance, especially teaching her how to use the Precious Lotus Lantern.

Not long after this, news came in about various things happening on the journey to the west, as well as about the great demons, immortals and gods involved in them.

Without exception, even the hidden secrets were clearly discovered by Qingyun Mountain.

Murong Ji simply flipped through the books and threw them aside.

Yang Chan, however, treated it as a story, purely for entertainment.

No matter it was a fake calamity or a real one, Sun Wukong was more ferocious than in the story.

It is the soul formed from Hong Yun's murderous intent and resentment, so naturally he has to kill enough.

In addition, there is the calamity of Journey to the West, and under the entanglement of various causes and effects, almost no one who died under the stick of Sun Wukong was wronged.

Murong Ji had also instructed Sun Wukong to kill all the monsters and demons along the way. Now, of course, he dared to do it and be ruthless.

What Murong Ji paid special attention to was Tianpeng's reaction and changes.

Now he should not be called Tianpeng, he should be called Zhu Bajie.

Chang'an City is a land of gentleness.

Murong Ji lives in Chang'an City, but he doesn't want to go back. The life of the upper class is becoming more and more decadent and luxurious.

The life of the lower class people is ordinary, yet full of flavor.

The Tang Dynasty was open, which made Murong Ji feel like an old-fashioned person. The degree of openness was really...cheating and incest were as easy as eating and drinking water.

Needless to say, the lower level directly shattered Murong Ji's cognition.

No wonder those aristocratic families are unwilling to marry outside their families. If their daughters marry, they don’t know who they are marrying.

Who could bear to see his own daughter suffer such injustice?

Ignoring those dirty things, Murong Ji still liked to go to that store and eat their bean rice.

After Yang Chan ate it once, she felt so sick that she vomited, and she could no longer swallow it. Sometimes, she was a little surprised, why did Murong Ji like this taste?
After a few times, she stopped following Murong Ji, especially when she saw the large group of men and boatmen who were doing heavy work. The way they looked at her made her feel cold all over.

Yang Chan is a god, so her appearance is naturally impeccable. In this world, she is a top-notch beauty.

Murong Ji, however, did not care much about it. Sometimes, he would count the incense money for the Three Holy Mothers and go directly to the painting studio to watch many women singing and dancing.

Compared with the palace maids in heaven, these women's looks are not even a little bit inferior, and there is no comparison, but they live well!

Cough!

They dance in many different styles, and every move is filled with emotion.

The singing and dancing palace maids in heaven always had a cold and routine feeling, which Murong Ji did not like.

Yang Chan had a good time following Murong Ji. Near midnight, she followed Murong Ji, staggering with a glass of wine in her hand.

"Master... Senior Brother, let's take them back to Heaven! If all else fails, take them back to Qingyun Mountain and take a look at her figure..."

"In the heavenly palace, only a few people in the Moon Palace can pick out this kind of taste. The rest are all cold and not pleasing at all."

Murong Ji rolled his eyes and looked at Yang Chan who was drunk. He was too lazy to pay attention to her. He put his hands behind his back and walked forward step by step.

He couldn't understand how a woman, a deity at that, could be tricked by a group of dancers into drinking thirteen pots of wine.

Yang Chan is the typical example of someone who only grows in skills but not in brains, which is really frustrating.

"With your brain, it won't be surprising if you get cheated by a man in the future. You're so stupid."

"I... I'm not stupid! Otherwise, how could the Virgin Mary accept me as her disciple..."

"She was bored and looking for a toy..."

"You're talking nonsense! I, Yang Chan, can beat my second brother... I'm really good..."

Murong Ji: "..."

If Yang Jian really wanted to fight her, she couldn't even use the Precious Lotus Lantern... If she were in Sun Wukong's hands, she could just be beaten with one stick.

Then, Murong Ji took a look at the Precious Lotus Lantern on Yang Chan's waist, and he couldn't understand why Ling Yun of the Precious Lotus Lantern was so upset.
Do you have to recognize Yang Chan as your master? ! ! You are sick!
Yang Chan staggered behind him, mumbling something, but Murong Ji couldn't hear clearly.

Suddenly, Yang Chan took a few quick steps and grabbed Murong Ji's sleeve: "Brother, how about we buy them all back?"

Murong Ji rolled his eyes and said, "Let your Huashan deity earn more money from incense offerings, and then you can buy them away."

"real?!"

Murong Ji was annoyed and just brushed his sleeves away. This girl took it seriously!

Not wanting to pay attention to her, he put his hands behind his back and walked towards Wubenfang step by step.

Yang Chan staggered behind him, but ultimately didn't do anything weird.

As they walked through the crowd, the two did not notice that someone's eyes were on Yang Chan and Murong Ji.

Nowadays, the brother and sister Yang Chan and Yang Jian are living a much better life. Their mother lives in Qingyun Mountain and leads a good life.

Every once in a while, the two of them would go to check on their mother Yao Ji, and finally she had a home.

After entering the yard, Murong Ji went straight into the room to rest and go to sleep.

Soon, Yang Chan sobered up completely. He pounded his forehead, feeling a little embarrassed.

After that, Yang Chan often returned to Huashan to collect incense money and brought it to Chang'an to eat, drink and have fun with Murong Ji.

There are many things in the world that she has never seen. The prosperity and bustle, and various ways of playing always stir her emotions subtly.

For humanitarian monks like them, mobilizing emotions is a complete practice.

Nowadays, there is no Huashan Sect, they are all Tiannv Sect. The Tiannv Sect has a long history, which can be traced back to the Yellow Emperor period.

But as Murong Ji knew, it was even further back and was considered one of the few inheritances of Nuwa in the world.

Strictly speaking, Murong Ji could also be considered a member of the Tiannv Sect. It was for this reason that he accepted the call when Yang Chan called him senior brother.

Yang Chan, this immortal god, has a very high status in the Tiannv Sect, an existence at the level of a ancestor, although she herself is very incompetent.

But no one dared to say anything when it came to spending some money.

The Tiannv Sect is not actually very popular, but because Huashan is a dangerous peak, there are so many tourists.

The income from the industry that was formed increased, and this money was quite good.

Soon after that, someone came to the door.

"Excuse me, does Mr. Jiang live here?"

A call directly brought Murong Ji out of his immersion in the sea of ​​books.

Feeling somewhat displeased, he looked up through the window and saw a woman wearing a red flowered jacket and a red flower on her head standing at the door.

This woman is in her 30s and still has charm, but she has a unique flavor.

"Who are you?!"

"Oh, this must be Mr. Jiang, right? Good news! Very good news!"

The woman took a few steps forward, without any hesitation, and went straight into the study. As soon as she entered, she saw Yang Chan sitting inside the study reading.

He looked Yang Chan up and down carefully and was extremely satisfied.

Then, he set his gaze on Murong Ji, looked at him carefully, and nodded with satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)