The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 321 Speculation (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Murong Longcheng said, "One spell is called the 'Gold and Stone Transformation Technique,' and the other is called the 'Wood Construction and House Building Spell.'"

Zhao Ti carefully examined the names and asked, "What are the uses of these two spells?"

Murong Longcheng said, "The Golden Stone Transformation Technique can turn bricks, stones, dirt, and debris into food, fruits, wine, meat, and dishes, all steaming hot and fragrant."

Zhao Ti asked in surprise, "Can I really eat it after it's transformed?"

Murong Longcheng shook his head: "Your Highness, this cannot be eaten. Its original form is still brick and stone, but it has been transformed into food as a trick to deceive people."

Zhao Ti laughed and said, "So that's the trick."

Murong Longcheng said, "That's exactly it. Once you've mastered this technique, you can turn other things, not just metals and stones, into food without people noticing."

Zhao Ti thought for a moment. This kind of magic didn't seem to be of much use, but it was better than nothing. He said, "Please explain, senior."

Murong Longcheng was not a firm believer in this dream technique, but after seeing Zhao Ti actually use paper cutouts to create soldiers, he became more cautious and began to explain it word by word.

After he finished speaking, Zhao Ti found it to be slightly simpler than cutting paper into soldiers. After pondering for a while, he said to Tong Guan, "Bring some broken bricks and stones over."

With excitement on his face, Tong Guan hurriedly went out. He memorized the teachings Murong Longcheng had given him, thinking to himself that he would be able to use them after practicing them. As for why Murong Longcheng couldn't use them, it was probably because he lacked magical power and could not rely solely on internal energy.

A moment later, he returned with a lot of bricks and stones in his clothes. Zhao Ti said, "Put them on the table."

The desk grew larger, clearing out a corner. Tong Guan carefully arranged the items, and Zhao Ti looked at them. Then, he picked up a crane feather brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and began to draw on each item.

If this technique is mastered to a high level, such trouble is unnecessary. It's like cutting paper soldiers; you don't necessarily need scissors to cut them, you can just tear them by hand.

This technique allows one to directly sprinkle cinnabar to form a talisman and then perform the ritual, without this tedious and laborious process.

Zhao Ti used the magic brush for the first time, carefully drawing the talisman. After finishing, he put the brush aside, focused his mind on one thing, chanted incantations, raised his hand and pointed, and the magic power shot out.

The bricks and stones visibly changed, their colors and shapes shifting strangely, and in just a few breaths they transformed into a pile of fresh pears.

The pears are golden yellow, and with green leaves as a backdrop, they look so fresh and tempting that they make your mouth water.

Tong Guan exclaimed in shock, "It really...it really turned into food! Your Highness's magic is boundless and your immortal arts are astonishing. This humble servant...this humble servant is filled with admiration..."

Murong Longcheng looked somewhat stunned, nodding repeatedly: "Young Master is indeed a celestial being, able to even use this technique..."

Zhao Ti glanced at the pile of pears, his internal Yin Qi circulated, filling his meridians and acupoints. His eyes shone like lightning as he looked again, but there were no pears at all, only a pile of bricks and stones.

He couldn't help but ponder for a moment, never expecting that he could actually see through this kind of magic, the Illusionary Yin Scripture. This scripture was truly profound and unfathomable, making people wonder about its true origin.

Zhao Ti waved his hand to dispel the spell on the table, then told Tong Guan to clear away the bricks and stones, and said to Murong Longcheng, "Please explain the incantation for building a wooden house, senior."

Murong Longcheng nodded and explained in detail that this technique was similar to the Golden Stone Transformation Technique, which transformed plants into houses and household items, but it was more difficult than the Golden Stone Transformation Technique, since the houses were larger and required more magical power.

After listening, Zhao Ti looked around. This technique was not suitable for indoor practice, so he said, "Take your things and come with me outside."

Tong Guan immediately picked up all the items for the ritual and walked outside with Murong Longcheng.

To the west of the palace is a garden and grove planted with exotic trees and strange rocks.

Although this technique is called the "Building Wood and House Spell," it can actually be used to transform anything large into something related to housing.

Upon entering the grove, Zhao Ti selected several adjacent large trees and artificial hills, picked up his crane-feather brush, and began to carefully sketch them. After finishing the drawing, he began to perform the incantation.

His face turned pale instantly. It turned out that this technique required too much power, and it had drained about 80% of the magic power in his body.

Suddenly, the trees and artificial hills in front of them began to slowly change, transforming into an ancient temple with green tiles and glazed eaves, doors and windows, as well as flagpoles and steps.

Zhao Ti looked at the temple and took a deep breath: "Let's go inside and take a look..."

He stepped forward, followed closely by Murong Longcheng and Tong Guan, who both wore inscrutable expressions. They then noticed a horizontal plaque above the temple gate with the words "Heart Temple" written on it.

Where my heart desires, there lies the temple; wherever my heart finds peace is the temple, wherever my heart resides is my hometown.

Zhao Ti gently pushed open the two temple doors. The interior wasn't very large, with incense and candles burning, and offerings placed in front of the shrine.

Two wooden pillars stand on either side of the temple, each carved with a couplet in clerical script.

The first line reads: "The Tao is inherently natural; through non-action, it achieves the unity of heaven and earth."

The second line reads: "Virtue is pure and tranquil; enlightenment opens the door to the past and present."

The horizontal inscription reads: "The charm of Taoism lasts for a thousand autumns."

Murong Longcheng was taken aback when he saw the couplet. He stroked his long, snow-white beard, revealing a thoughtful expression.

Zhao Ti walked forward with his hands behind his back and saw a statue on the shrine. It depicted a scholar holding a book, with a focused expression. The book cover had the words "Tao Te Ching" written on it.

"Your Highness, this, this statue looks just like..." Tong Guan exclaimed in a low voice.

The statue's appearance was vaguely similar to Zhao Ti's, with extremely similar eyebrows, eyes, and expressions, as if it had been sculpted from his likeness.

"A temple of the heart, a temple of the heart, naturally enshrines oneself," Zhao Ti said calmly.

“The spirit within is the mind, the mind is the true self, and the true self is oneself.” Murong Longcheng exclaimed, “Young Master, you have a profound understanding.”

Zhao Ti smiled slightly: "The demon sits in the Buddha, the Buddha resides in the heart. The Buddha is the demon, and I am the Buddha. It's nothing more than that. Mind and spirit, of course, is the self."

He walked around the temple, and after a while, he waved his sleeve. A flash of light appeared, the temple disappeared, and the three of them were standing among the trees and artificial hills.

Zhao Ti frowned slightly, then suddenly remembered his encounter with Huang Tianbiao on the grassland.

Huang Tianbiao and his pack of weasels transformed a desolate grave into a manor, luring people in with remarkable realism. Moreover, the weasels could even transform into human form, which Qiao Feng, Zhou Tong, and others could not see through. Could it be that they also possessed this kind of magic?

But that seems unlikely. Although this spell isn't particularly difficult, it's not something a weasel that hasn't even truly achieved human form could use.

Zhao Ti then thought that it was difficult for immortals to possess bodies outside the grasslands, and that Huang Tianbiao had lost more than 90% of his power after leaving the grasslands.

He judged at the time that the 90% of power that had disappeared was what Huang Tianbiao had cultivated over many years on the grasslands, while the rest was brought about by changes in the world. The power cultivated on the grasslands disappeared after leaving them, or rather, was left behind by the grasslands. Only the power that he had cultivated by taking advantage of the changes in the world was retained in his body.

So, the transformation of Zhuangzi and other things was actually the power of the grasslands? Not Huang Tianbiao's own power. Huang Tianbiao and those great immortals were all borrowing the power of the grasslands?

There was something wrong with the grassland, something very strange, but he couldn't figure out what it was for the time being.

Zhao Ti thought for a moment and looked at Murong Longcheng: "What else did you encounter in your dream, Senior?"

Murong Longcheng said, "Young Master, in this dream... Master has returned to the mountain."

"Master has returned to the mountain?" Zhao Ti asked. "What did your master look like in the dream? How was he addressed?"

Murong Longcheng smiled wryly, "Your Highness, my master is completely shrouded in a misty fog, so I can't see his face clearly. As for his name, I still couldn't find it in my dream, so I don't know what to call him."

"Hidden within a wisp of mist?" Zhao Ti nodded. "Is there anything you need to say, or to impart any cultivation techniques?"

Murong Longcheng said, "They did speak, but not about imparting any cultivation techniques. Instead, they talked a lot about treasures, saying that there was a treasure trove near the immortal mountain..."

"A treasure trove?" Zhao Ti raised an eyebrow.

“It is indeed a treasure trove,” Murong Longcheng said. “It is the place where the immortal mountain, which I mentioned to Your Highness last time, is far away and reaches the sky, where colorful clouds bloom.”

Zhao Ti nodded: "It was indeed mentioned. Senior also said that the two junior brothers fought over this. The junior brother wanted to investigate, but the second junior brother stopped him. In the end, the junior brother lost and stayed in his room for three days in a huff."

Murong Longcheng said, "Your Highness has a good memory. Master called that place Treasure Cave, and said that he would share the treasure with the three of us in the future. So the name of Treasure Cave will be changed to Treasure Sharing Cave."

“Treasure Sharing Rock…” Zhao Ti’s expression was strange. The three brothers were named Tai, Shi, and Ling, and they also had a mysterious master. There was also a name like Treasure Sharing Rock. It was hard not to think about it.

But if it were really as I thought, then this whole thing would be far too strange, and how could it possibly be possible?

He pondered for a moment and said, "Is there nothing else in the dream besides this?"

Murong Longcheng shook his head: "That's all. If similar dreams occur again, I will report to you, young master."

Zhao Ti nodded and said, "The reason why you can't use the magic in your dream is mostly because you don't have the power of Taoist magic, you only have internal energy, so you can't use it."

Murong Longcheng said, "I just thought of this as well, but I really don't know any Taoist arts. I know the scriptures in my dreams, but I forget them all when I wake up. I have no idea how to cultivate them."

Zhao Ti said, "Last time you couldn't remember the spell, but this time you do. So maybe next time you'll remember the cultivation method in your dream, and then you can cultivate it outside of the dream."

Murong Longcheng said, "I hope so, but this dream is too bizarre. I don't know why such a dream would appear. I'm wondering if it's something I experienced in my past life, but even if it is, why would I know so many spells in the immortal mountain? It's puzzling..."

"Past life..." Zhao Ti nodded. If the other party's identity was as he had guessed, then only the past life theory could explain it.

But there is a big problem in this. He guessed that he was a saint, a primordial golden immortal, who had survived countless eons, was immortal, omniscient, and omnipotent. How could he have been reincarnated?

This is simply too absurd.

The reincarnation of a sage sounds like a joke. Not only is he powerful, but he is also protected by the Heavenly Dao. How could he encounter calamities and be reincarnated? Moreover, he has not awakened his memories after reincarnation, which is really incomprehensible.

Zhao Ti's expression shifted. If the other party was indeed the sage he had in mind, where were his second and third junior brothers?

Could he have been reincarnated as well? This "Tai" is the most skilled among the three. If he has been reincarnated, how could the other two have escaped?
Where did their master, the Primordial Limitless Golden Immortal who represents the Heavenly Dao, transcends the Three Realms and Six Paths, and is above all saints, the ancestor who formulated all the laws of the world and the methods of attaining sainthood, go?

It's really puzzling.

"So it was my past life? Could it be that I was a deity in my past life?" Murong Longcheng said with self-deprecation.

"A deity?" Zhao Ti smiled slightly: "That's hard to say. If you continue to have this strange dream, you might remember it one day, and then we'll know."

“I remember, I remember my past life…” Murong Longcheng nodded.

Zhao Ti slowly said, "Senior, I learned magic from you. According to what I saw in the dream, this magic belongs to you..."

“This…” Murong Longcheng was taken aback when he heard this, not expecting Zhao Ti to bring it up, and said, “Consider it an offering from this old man to the young master.”

Zhao Ti shook his head: "The law is not easily passed on, and the way is not easily spoken of. If it were martial arts, that would be one thing, but how can magic be so easily dismissed..."

Murong Longcheng was taken aback, and said embarrassedly, "Young master's words have made this old man somewhat at a loss. Young master is of noble status and has taken me in, which is a great kindness to me. If it is in the name of master and disciple... that is absolutely not possible. This old man cannot accept it. Young master, you must not condescend."

"Is it absolutely impossible to be a master?" Zhao Ti laughed. "You are a kind and benevolent person, how could I possibly put you in a difficult position? Since being a master is not easy, then why don't you... take on the role of a disciple on my behalf?"

"Taking on behalf of a master to take on a disciple?" Murong Longcheng was stunned, and said with embarrassment, "It seems that you completely believe in the reality of my dream. I myself am a little skeptical. The talk of my past life is just my guess."

Zhao Ti said, "That's fine. We need a proper name to exist, otherwise I won't feel at ease after learning magic."

Murong Longcheng said, "Since that's the case, then let's do as you say, young master. I will accept a disciple on behalf of my master. However... I don't even know what my master looks like or what his surname is."

Zhao Ti laughed and said, "The immortal master in the dream was shrouded in a mass of chaotic primordial energy, so let's call him Master Hongmeng. As for his appearance, whatever you think of in your heart is naturally Master himself, and it can't be anyone else."

Murong Longcheng said, "That's very good. Then we will do as you say, young master."

Zhao Ti said, "After you return, senior, draw a picture based on the misty form of your master in your dream. I will set up a special hall in the palace for you to pay homage to me as your master."

Murong Longcheng said with embarrassment, "Young Master is so solemn and making such a big fuss, I dare not disobey. I will go back now to paint a portrait of my master for Young Master to see."

Zhao Ti remained silent for a few moments, then a slight smile appeared on his lips: "After becoming your disciple, you will be my senior brother. If there is anything I do wrong, you must forgive me. If you encounter any difficulties, you must take care of me and help me."

Murong Longcheng hurriedly said, "Young Master, these words are too heavy. How can I bear to accept them? I am your retainer, and I should obey your orders and uphold your honor in everything I do."

Zhao Ti shook his head: "This is different. Heaven, Earth, Ruler, Parents, and Teacher are ancient principles that cannot be confused."

Murong Longcheng said, "This old man..."

Zhao Ti waved his hand: "Senior, please go back and draw the image. I will wait for my master to draw it and then become his disciple and make offerings."

Upon hearing this, Murong Longcheng nodded, bowed, and took his leave, heading towards the palace gates.

(End of this chapter)