On this day, Zhao Mu was listening to music in the court of the oiran.
He was lying on the couch, holding the white fox in his arms, combing the soft and smooth hair with his hands, and listening to the oiran's music.
"Little fox, this woman's piano skills are far inferior to yours. When will you play another song for me to listen to?"
"No hands." The white fox hummed in a delicate voice.
"Well……"
Zhao Mu scratched the white fox's paw: "It seems I have to find an opportunity to get you a new body. You always look like this fox, and you can't do anything you want."
"By the way, little fox, what kind of body do you like? Fat? Thin? Young? Or mature?"
"See if you like it."
The white fox blinked: "If you like it, I can change my body every day."
What does it mean?
Did she misinterpret my meaning?
So evil!
I don't have that idea!
Zhao Mu swallowed his saliva, feeling that his pure thoughts had been seriously tainted.
Suddenly, slight footsteps came from behind, and a thin middle-aged man sat on the chair next to him.
"Meet the deacon." The middle-aged man whispered.
Zhao Mu nodded: "How is it, everything is settled?"
"Well, it has been dealt with. From now on, there will be no more Chiyunzi in this world."
Yes, this middle-aged man is the revamped National Master Chi Yunzi.
"Very good. Since Chiyunzi no longer exists, let's give ourselves a new Taoist title or name."
"yes."
Chi Yunzi nodded and said: "I have already picked it up. From now on I will change my name to Yun Zhongzi."
Cloud neutrons?
Zhao Mu turned his head in shock and stared at Chi Yunzi for a long time.
It wasn't until the other party started to feel a little embarrassed that he said, "I'm afraid you can't handle this Taoist name, so I'd better change it to another one."
Can't bear it?
Chi Yunzi was stunned, not understanding what Zhao Mu meant at all.
But he didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, it was just a fake name. If you change it, just change it. It doesn't matter.
Zhao Mu took out a Qiankun bag and handed it to Chi Yunzi: "There are a lot of life-extending elixirs in it. You can take some regularly from now on, which will be enough for you to live hundreds of years longer."
"Thank you, sir."
Chi Yunzi was overjoyed and quickly took the Qiankun bag.
The elixir that can prolong the life of a cultivator is quite precious. At least he has no ability to get it, otherwise he wouldn't just wait for the five degenerations of heaven and humans to come.
"Sir, I wonder what you want me to do by helping me like this?"
"It's simple. I want you to help me rebuild an organization."
Zhao Mu casually took out a copy of "The Beehive Secrets" and handed it to Chi Yunzi: "This is an intelligence organization that had a close relationship with me hundreds of years ago, but it has long since disappeared into history.
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"I hope that in the next time, you can help me rebuild it. The difference is that this time, I hope that the members of the Hive Organization will not only be mortals, but also monks."
"You can start from the Jin Dynasty and develop in one hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years, or even thousands of years..."
"I don't care how long it takes you, but I hope that when it is actually activated in the future, the hive can become a huge intelligence organization that can cover the entire world of immortality."
When Chi Yunzi heard this, he secretly took a breath of air.
For the first time, he discovered that the deacon of Ziwei Dao Sect in front of him, who seemed to be indifferent to the world, seemed to be hiding ambitions beyond imagination.
After all, if you want to form an intelligence organization that can cover the entire world of immortality, then you must be planning something big.
Chi Yunzi smiled bitterly: "Sir, my cultivation level is limited, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do this kind of thing."
"What I value is your character and ability. As for your cultivation..."
Zhao Mu said calmly: "The Beehive Organization will only develop in the Jin Dynasty in the early stage. Your cultivation level is completely sufficient. As for the future, I will help you solve the problem of insufficient cultivation level."
"Okay, since you trust me, I will do my best in this matter and will never let you down."
Chi Yunzi solemnly promised.
Zhao Mu smiled: "Haha, you don't have to put too much pressure on yourself. Remember, everything in the future should be done safely. I have plenty of time and can afford to wait."
"Yes, sir, I understand."
A few days later, Chi Huo officially became the Imperial Master of the Jin Dynasty, took over the affairs of the Demon Slayer Division, and began to reorganize according to Zhao Mu's plan.
On the other side, Chi Yunzi also started to reestablish the hive organization.
Everything began to unfold in an orderly manner according to Zhao Mu's plan.
There was nothing for him to worry about here for the time being.
So he left the capital and went to various places in the Jin Dynasty, where he began to transform the eighty-one formation bases.
He needed to complete the layout of the Wanliu Guihai Formation in the shortest possible time.
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Sansheng Zen Temple.
In the Zen Heart Hall in the past, it was like a Zen master sitting on a lotus Buddha platform with a solemn treasure.
Under the lotus Buddha platform, stood a man and a woman.
The man was dressed in cassock and looked to be in his twenties. He had a bald head and no hair, red lips and white teeth, and a Buddha's heart mole between his eyebrows, giving people a strange feeling of both Buddha nature and evil charm.
And the woman was dressed in white, wearing a gauze on her head, holding lotus seals in her hands, bathed in Buddha's light, showing great compassion, sacredness and inviolability.
Zen Master Zhenru looked at the two of them and said, "A hundred years from now, the great calamity of the Jin Dynasty's national destiny will begin. At that time, all the major sects will send their disciples to go through the calamity, and our Sansheng Zen Academy is no exception."
"Shangzhen, when the time comes, you will lead the disciples of my Zen monastery. Remember, you must not lose the name of my Sansheng Zen monastery."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Monk Shangzhen raised his palms and chanted the Buddha's name.
"Sun Miaoniang."
"The disciple is here."
"When the time comes, as Shangzhen's deputy, you will go to the Jin Dynasty with him. Remember, you must get the blessing of the national destiny. It will be very beneficial to your future practice. Do you understand?"
Just like what the Zen Master said.
"Yes, this disciple will definitely not disappoint His Holiness."
Sun Miaoniang responded softly, and her whole body seemed to be filled with Buddha light.
"Very good, you two go down, practice hard in these hundred years, and strive to make further progress in a hundred years."
It's like a Zen master waving his hand.
The two of them bowed and slowly exited the Zen Heart Hall.
Shangzhen looked at Sun Miaoniang, with a gentle smile on his lips: "Junior sister Sun, how have you considered what senior brother told you last time?"
Sun Miaoniang glanced at him, with a refusal that was neither close nor far away from her pretty face: "Senior brother, Miaoniang practices Guanyin Zen, which is really not in line with your Joy Zen, so you should find someone else."
"Junior sister Sun, don't be too busy refusing. What's wrong with enjoying Zen?"
The smile on Shangzhen's face was a little false: "Practice Happy Zen with me, and your cultivation will improve at least ten times faster. Is it true that Junior Sister won't be tempted by such a huge benefit?"
"We are all practitioners. There is no need to be as fussy about some things as ordinary people. In order to practice, we should abandon all mundane distractions. What do you think, Junior Sister Sun?"
"Amitabha, brother, needless to say, Miao Niang just wants to practice alone and realize the great path of our Buddha. She has not considered anything else."
Sun Miaoniang remained unmoved. After refusing again, she turned around and walked back to her meditation room.
Watching her beautiful back gradually fade away, the false smile on Monk Shangzhen's face suddenly became meaningful:
"Being born with Guanyin bones, this kind of qualification is really rare. If I can get her fellow practitioner Huanxi Chan, the poor monk's cultivation will definitely improve by leaps and bounds."
"Junior sister Sun, why do you have to reject senior brother? Are you still thinking about others in your heart?"
"If that's the case, I really want to see who the person you miss is?"
"Haha, you can't escape from senior brother's grasp. We have a long way to go."
Shangzhen clasped his hands together, recited "Amitabha" meaningfully, and turned around to leave.