Ximen Hao introduced himself because Ji Wubing was taking off his white robe and changing into a new one.
"Holy shit! Ximen Hao? He's holding a piece of grass! Idol! Idol!"
Wang Fugui opened his arms and rushed towards Ximen Hao, his eyes began to glow green.
"My sister! Get out!"
Ximen Hao saw the opponent's two big, oily hands and kicked the opponent in the stomach.
Of course, it's just gentleness and won't hurt the other person.
That's it, Wang Fugui's ball-like body flew out instantly and went straight to the top of the mountain.
"Hahaha! I saw an idol..."
Wang Fugui burst out laughing in mid-air, and then landed on a palace, smashing a large number of glazed tiles.
But he was fine and still sitting there laughing.
"Xiao Ji, I have decided. You can go up the mountain by yourself. I and the ladies will wait for you at the bottom of the mountain."
Ximen Hao didn't know how many such weird things there were, and he really didn't dare to keep them. After all, he couldn't use violence.
"Hahaha! His Majesty the Qing Emperor has come all the way to make our sect shine. What? Are you leaving now?"
Following a burst of laughter, an old man in gray robe slowly walked down from the top of the mountain, followed by dozens of disciples from the Tianji Sect.
"Father!"
Ji Wubing quickly put on his clothes and rushed forward.
Ximen Hao turned around and saw that although this person looked old, he had an air of immortality and was none other than Ji Changsheng.
"Let's go."
The real owner came and couldn't leave anymore, so he hugged Mo Lin and followed Wu Zetian up the steps.
"Children, meet your father! I haven't seen you for a few years. How is your father?"
Ji Wubing rushed to Ji Changsheng's feet and knelt on the ground.
How can you miss home and your loved ones after being away from home for several years?
Ji Changsheng had noticed Ji Wubing a long time ago, especially the other person's crazy running without coughing or even gasping for air, which made him finally breathe a sigh of relief with a look of relief on his face.
"My son, get up quickly. You are alive to this day. I am very happy to be a father."
"Forehead!"
Ji Wubing was confused for a moment and looked at his father with some grievances. He was not even twenty-five yet. Why did the other party say that?
"Hahaha! Uncle Ji, this junior is polite."
When Ximen Hao came up, he gave him a gift, which gave Ji Changsheng enough face.
That is Ji Wubing's father. If it were the other two, he would never be so polite.
"Your Majesty, Emperor Qing, you are polite."
Ji Changsheng also hurriedly bowed his hands.
Ji Wubing stopped worrying about what he just said and stood up quickly, holding Ji Changsheng's arm.
"Father, let's go inside and talk."
Ji Changsheng quickly turned aside:
"Your Majesty Qing Huang, please come inside."
"Uncle Ji, please go first."
Ximen Hao said politely.
"Oh! Together! Together!"
Ji Wubing grabbed Ximen Hao's arm, and then the three of them ran towards the main hall in the middle of the top of the mountain at the same time.
Wu Zetian curled her lips:
"Men are just hypocritical."
…
Tianjimen Hall.
In order to keep up appearances, Ji Changsheng called all the disciples who were in the soul refining stage and above and asked them to stand guard outside the hall.
Well, there are quite a few, more than twenty, but they are all big men.
There are a few pretty young ladies in the hall, but their cultivation is negligible, and there are even two ordinary people.
In the main hall, Ji Changsheng is sitting at the front, Ximen Hao is sitting on the right side, and Wu Zetian is sitting below.
Ji Wubing was sitting on the left side. Except for them, no one was qualified to sit here.
The maids served tea and water, and then quickly left after delivering the fruit plate to Pingge. The huge palace seemed particularly deserted.
"Haha, His Majesty Qing Huang, the door is a little deserted. The four elders are in retreat and traveling, so..."
Ji Changsheng also felt a little embarrassed. He was still thinking of turning Tianji Sect into Tianji Sect with the help of Ximen Hao's wind, but the disciples in the sect were a little shabby.
"Hahaha! Uncle Ji, although there are only a few people in the Tianji Sect, one can be worth ten, or even a hundred. In fact, there is no way to make the Tianji Sect prosperous, but you have to break some rules."
Ximen Hao shook open the folding fan. He didn't feel that the Tianji Sect had declined, but that he had followed the rules.
Ji Changsheng raised his eyebrows. They are all smart people, why don't they understand?
"Alas! To be honest with you, your Majesty, my father also thought about recruiting some disciples back then and letting them learn some other secrets in the sect. But... the Tianji Sect is named after the practice of Tianjishu, and sooner or later it will be worthy of its name if this continues."
"How is that possible? It can be divided into levels!"
Ximen Hao said.
"Oh? What advice does His Majesty Qinghuang have?"
Ji Changsheng became interested. This Ximen Hao had even more clever ideas than the Tianji Sect members.
"Um...Uncle Ji, I came today and I have something to ask you."
Ximen Hao was afraid that the topic would go further and further away, so he quickly pulled it back.
Ji Changsheng was stunned for a moment, then stroked his beautiful beard:
"Your Majesty Qing Huang, what about my niece?"
"Fuck! Counting every day, aren't you tired?"
Ximen Hao cursed in his heart, as expected, nothing could be hidden from these people who knew the magic of heaven.
"Father, it seems that you know everything. I don't understand what Mengmeng has that makes the Oracle Sect go to such great lengths to offend the growing Qing Kingdom."
Ji Wubing couldn't hold it in any longer.
Ji Chang moved his body and simply crossed his legs on the chair.
"Oh! This Mengmeng child is really a child without a mother. It's a long story..."
"..."
Ximen Hao and Ji Wubing's eyelids twitched at the same time, and Wu Zetian even despised Ji Changsheng.
"Your Majesty, Emperor Qing, do you know what is so special about the Holy Son and Holy Lady of the Oracle Sect?"
Ji Changsheng suddenly asked.
"Isn't it Linglongxin?"
Ximen Hao was a little confused. From what the other party meant, it didn't seem to be the case.
"Exquisite Heart? Exquisite Heart is just the symbol of the Holy Son and Saint Daughter. It represents purity and flawlessness, and no distracting thoughts. But their real ability, just like the name of the Oracle Sect, can convey God's will."
"Holy crap! Isn't that a temple thing?"
Ximen Hao exclaimed.
"Temple? Haha, what kind of existence is a temple? Will it use the gods to develop disciples and believers among the people? The Oracle Gate is in front of the temple. It can be regarded as a copycat version."
Ji Changsheng's tone was full of contempt, clearly looking down on the Oracle Sect.
"Oh...Uncle Ji, please continue."
Ximen Hao understood, but knew that the other party had not finished what he said.
Sure enough, Ji Changsheng continued:
"Saints and saints, their hearts are pure and exquisite, and their thoughts and dispositions are also very pure. Of course, this is not absolute."
"But God has given them exquisite hearts, and they have their mission. After the saint son and saint girl break through the tribulation, they can understand the way of heaven, and thus they can also withstand the coming of God."
"What?! The coming of God? Please ask for divine magic?"
Ximen Hao was so familiar with it that he didn’t know how many times he had asked the gods.