Pure Yang!

Chapter 11: Tomb of the Living Dead, Successor of Zhenwu

Two days ago, when Pojie saw Zhang Fan for the first time, he found that his breath was disordered, his thoughts were in a mess, and his mind was like a tangled mess. Like most worldly people, he was under too much pressure and was in deep distress.

In just two days, he was able to tame his mind, restrain his will, suppress his consciousness, spy on his soul, and even undergo changes like a dragon or a snake, achieving the level of [Qi Gong].

"How is this possible?" Pojie looked suspicious and looked Zhang Fan up and down. He couldn't help but ask, "Layman, who is your master?"

"Master? I don't have a master... I just looked up information online and was defrauded of more than 800 yuan..." Zhang Fan muttered to himself, but the figure of Jiang Lai appeared in his mind.

Strictly speaking, he did not have a master to guide him, but because of Jiang Lai, he swallowed a portion of the giant snake's moonlight, which saved him a lot of effort.

"Taught without a teacher!?" There was more doubt on Pojie's face, and his emotions became more intense.

"Brother, your consciousness is agitated."

Beside them, Wu You and Wu Wei felt the change in Pojie's expression and couldn't help but look at each other.

"In just two days, he actually skipped the initial movement and achieved Qigong? How is this possible?" Pojie stared at Zhang Fan with his eyes wide open.

He had heard from his teachers that holding on to oneness was the model for the world, and if one could hold on to oneness and seek within, one would naturally attain the great way.

Buddhism says that everything is inherently complete, while Confucianism says that our nature is self-sufficient and does not require any external help.

Some people look inward and work behind closed doors and can make rapid progress.

In the Ming Dynasty, there was a great scholar who attained enlightenment in Longchang and became a saint in one step. He entered the realm of pure yang and infinity overnight and became famous for hundreds of years in later generations.

In Pojie's eyes, if Zhang Fan was truly self-taught, although he could not be compared with that great scholar, he was also a natural talent for practicing Taoism.

"Layman, there is something important going on at Zhenwu Mountain tonight. You shouldn't be here. I'll have someone escort you out first."

Pojie calmed his mind before speaking.

Tonight is the ceremony for the transmission of the Jade Certificate, so he still knows what is important and what is not.

"Someone wants to kill me..." Zhang Fan quickly spoke and recounted what had just happened.

"Bugs? Could it be the Qian family in southern Yunnan?" Pojie seemed to be thinking about something, and then said, "Wu You, Wu Wei, take people out to take a look..."

"But he..." The fat Taoist Wu Wei couldn't help but look at Zhang Fan.

"It's okay. He is not an ordinary person. There's no need to be too nervous." Pojie waved his hand.

The transmission of the Jade Book tonight is of great significance, because the founder left behind a verse, Zhenwu preached seventy-three times, because all future generations who are destined to be calamities will participate.

Zhenwu Mountain has been passed down for exactly seventy-three generations to this day. The elders in the sect speculate that the Zhenwu lineage will be cut off because of an ordinary person.

Therefore, everyone in Zhenwu Mountain is extremely wary of mortals entering the mountain.

"That's true." Wu You and Wu Wei looked at each other and felt relieved.

I am not afraid of your cultivation, I am just afraid that you are a mortal.

"We'll go right away."

As they were talking, two Taoist priests, one fat and one thin, rushed to the front yard.

"You come with me."

Pojie looked at Zhang Fan deeply, then turned around and took him to the side hall.

Ding...ding...ding
At this moment, an ancient and melodious bell sound came from the main hall of Qingwei Palace, and the smoke of incense rose, and then the fire flickered and brightened one side.

"Is there a ritual so late at night?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

Pojie walked in front but did not answer.

"Um!?"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and saw a group of human figures sitting cross-legged in the corner of the palace. In the dim light, those people were wrapped in thick stone shells, as if they were covered with dust over time. The muscles on their faces had long since atrophied, moisture was lost, and their skin was as dry as paper... From a distance, they looked like strips of dried bacon.

"Master Po...Master Pojie...what is that?" Zhang Fan looked at it and felt creepy. He subconsciously quickened his pace and couldn't help asking.

"The living dead."

"The living dead?" Zhang Fan was puzzled.

“Those who practice immortality will be trapped in their conscious minds all their lives. Unless they reach the realm of pure yang and eliminate all the yin impurities in their spirits, they can truly return to their true nature with one thought and not have any thoughts at any time or in any place…” “Otherwise, even when you are sleeping, you will have many thoughts, you will dream, and you will have random thoughts…” said the Taoist priest who broke the precepts indifferently.

Zhang Fan seemed to be thinking about something. Whether it was Taoism, Buddhism, or even Confucianism, they all emphasized entering into a state of meditation and keeping quiet. Only when one was extremely quiet and had no thoughts at all, could one be considered to have truly begun practicing.

However, as long as one is human, he will be controlled by the consciousness, trapped by the seven emotions, and drifting in the six desires. Even if he is a [Heavenly Master], he will be emotional because of things, he will get angry, sad, and obsessed...

“Only the dead can truly cut off all thoughts… but if they are dead, what’s the point of cultivating immortality or practicing Taoism?” Taoist Priest Pojie said in a deep voice.

"Those are the seniors from Zhenwu Mountain... The Living Dead is a very special cultivation method in Taoism. It is about to be born but not yet born, about to die but not yet dead, and all thoughts are cut off. If one can be resurrected from the dead, one can go one step further and peek into the Pure Yang Infinite Realm."

In fact, there is a similar practice in Buddhism, called "withered Zen". By withering and flourishing, one can gain profound truth.

"You've read martial arts novels, right? Wang Chongyang is invincible. He has a tomb at the foot of Mount Zhongnan, called the Tomb of the Living Dead..."

"Wang Chongyang is a master of alchemy..."

"The three words 'living dead' fully reveal the secrets of Taoist practice. If one can go through life and death and return to the true self in one thought...then the Tao will be achieved..."

Having said this, Pojie couldn't help but sigh: "It's a pity that throughout history, the number of people who have successfully practiced this method is only a handful."

"The success rate is so low? Then they still..." Zhang Fan didn't finish his words. In his opinion, this was no different from suicide.

"The road of cultivation is long. People of our generation should have the ambition to fly into the flame like a moth, to look toward the light, and to die without regrets. Only in this way..."

"The weather is turbulent, and my sun is prosperous."

As he spoke, he stopped and bowed to the elders who looked like dried bacon, his eyes filled with reverence.

"Like a moth to a flame...is this what cultivation is?" Zhang Fan murmured softly, seeming to be thinking about something.

Refining immortality, refining immortality, how many people have sought immortality in ancient times, and how many of them have achieved immortality! ?

“Heaven and earth, please help me. If I lose another five pounds, please show me my power…”

At this moment, a clear and pleasant voice came from a tall building in the distance.

"Sister Weisheng, even though you are a [High-level Gong], you cannot create secret spells like this. The Grand Master will be angry."

At the same time, a helpless voice came along.

"Here she comes again."

Pojie looked in the direction of the sound and couldn't help rubbing his temples, as if he had a splitting headache.

"Brother Pojie, today is my big day, why did you bring someone...in?"

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, Zhang Fan's eyes focused slightly, and he heard the clear and pleasant sound coming from behind him.

He subconsciously raised his head to look at the tall building in the distance, and then turned around to see a bright girl standing on the railing behind him, looking down at him...

The girl had bright almond-shaped eyes, her pupils were as clear as water, and she had a tall and graceful figure. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail and she was wearing a Taoist robe that fluttered in the wind, making her look quite heroic.

"The transformation of the dragon and snake... and the nourishment of the moonlight..."

The girl smiled, with a cunning gleam in her bright eyes, just like a fox. She leaned down, approached Zhang Fan, and moved her nose slightly. Just one sentence made Zhang Fan's expression change.

"Yuehua?"

Pojie seemed to be thinking about something, and he looked at Zhang Fan deeply, then said: "Junior sister, tonight is the Jade Certificate Transmission, and we should be in the Zhenwu Hall now..."

As he spoke, Pojie looked at Zhang Fan and introduced him casually.

"Her name is..."

"Xia Weisheng!"

The girl, who was called Senior Sister, stood on the railing with her hands on her hips, looking heroic and speaking in a low voice.

After a brief pause, he added.

"She is the successor of my generation at Zhenwu Mountain."

(End of this chapter)