Pure Yang!

Chapter 126: Long Live Jiangshan! Happy Birthday, Zhang Fan’s Gift

early morning.

Yujing City, Jiangnan Province Taoist Alliance Headquarters.

The morning light shines through the branches of the big sycamore tree and falls into the quiet courtyard.

In the office on the third floor, Lou Hechuan was leisurely sipping the freshly brewed tea. White steam was rising, and the refreshing tea fragrance instantly filled the entire office.

Brew new tea from famous spring water, and chat and laugh to ease your worries.

At this moment, the president of the Jiangnan Provincial Dao Alliance was not concentrating on tasting tea. Instead, his old face showed a trace of fatigue, and his turbid eyes were full of bloodshot.

Originally, with Lou Hechuan's level of cultivation, even if he stayed awake for three days and three nights without eating or drinking, his body would be full of true yang, and he would be able to refine his essence and transform it into qi, and he would be as strong as a dragon and a tiger, and would not show the slightest sign of fatigue mentally.

In just one night, he became like this. It was obvious that his mind was restless and his energy and efforts were wasted.

After all, the news that came from Gusu City last night made Lou Hechuan so furious that he almost died.

Ten years ago, after several calculations and a lot of effort, he tried to capture the soul of Xiao, who was sealed at the foot of Longhu Mountain, but it dispersed. Even the [Weiling Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal] enshrined in Xuanmiao Temple was unable to refine it.

After ten years of planning, all was in vain, which almost made Lou Hechuan have a cerebral hemorrhage.

He called Xuanjizi several times, wanting to get clarification, but there was no response.

For this reason, Lou Hechuan sat alone in the office all night.

Jingle bell…jingle bell…

At this moment, a rapid phone call broke the silence of the early morning.

"President, this is a call from Xuanmiao Temple."

The middle-aged Taoist priest walked to the sofa with the phone and handed it over respectfully.

"Finally the call came."

Lou Hechuan raised his old brows slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he took the phone.

"Hello, I'm Lou Hechuan..."

"what?"

At this moment, Lou Hechuan's expression suddenly changed, and the teacup in his hand shattered. The scalding hot tea splashed and flowed freely on the coffee table, leaving a trajectory that was like the unpredictable fate.

"Xuanjizi...is dead!?"

Lou Hechuan's eyes widened, he stood up suddenly and asked again to confirm.

When a positive reply came from the other end of the phone, Lou Hechuan's eyes trembled slightly and he could not believe it.

"How can it be!?"

The president of the Jiangnan Provincial Dao Alliance spoke every word as if he was squeezed out from between his teeth, and it was obvious that he found it difficult to accept this reality.

"President, Xuanjizi is dead?"

Seeing Lou Hechuan hang up the phone and stand there in a daze, the middle-aged Taoist priest next to him finally couldn't help but ask.

"The end is near... The end is near... That old man has predicted it right again."

Lou Hechuan's eyes were fixed as an old but tall figure emerged in his mind, and a name was about to come out in his mind.

Jiang Wansui, the people in Taoism call it [Wansui Jiangshan], which means he controls half of the Taoist world and is immortal.

He is a rare master in Baihe Temple, and his status is so high that he can be compared with Chu Chaoran of Zhenwu Mountain, so there is a saying "South Jiang and North Chu".

At the beginning of the year, Lou Hechuan led a delegation from the Jiangnan Province to Shangjing City and visited Baihe Temple.

Xuanjizi also followed and met Jiang Wansui.

At that time, Jiang Wansui looked at Xuanjizi and said that his time was up and his life and death were uncertain. This was the year when the catastrophe would definitely come, and it would only be eight or nine years.

Lou Hechuan looked solemn and thoughtful, subconsciously looking at the calendar on the wall next to him. The magic jar that sealed the fragments of Ren Xiao's soul was sent to Gusu City on August 8st, and Xuanjizi died last night, so the time was September 31rd.

"The calamity is bound to come, it's only a matter of eight or nine." Lou Hechuan murmured softly: "Long live Jiang... that old man's cultivation is becoming more and more unfathomable."

“President…President…”

At this moment, the middle-aged Taoist priest next to him called softly, bringing Lou Hechuan back to his senses.

"Siqi, go to Xuanmiao Temple in person to see what's going on." Lou Hechuan instructed.

"Okay, I'll leave immediately." The middle-aged Taoist nodded.

"Wait a moment."

Lou Hechuan hooked his finger, and the middle-aged Taoist priest walked closer and leaned over to listen to his teachings.

"I have asked clearly... whether there was anything unusual about Master Chu's disciple during the Dharma Assembly last night."

"Zhang Fan!?" The middle-aged Taoist was slightly stunned.

"No need to show off. After all, he is a disciple of a real person." Lou Hechuan stared at him and said, "You should be able to grasp the scale."

"President, I understand."

The middle-aged Taoist nodded, turned around and walked out of the office.

……

Noon, Suzhou City.

Xuanmiao Temple.

Zhang Fan and his companions rested for a night and then rushed over from the hotel. As soon as they arrived, they saw the white banners and mourning ceremonies in the temple.

"What's going on? What happened?"

"Someone died? Look at this scene...the dead are not ordinary people."

Zhang Fan and others entered Xuanmiao Temple and after asking around, they learned a shocking news.

Xuanjizi is dead! ?

"He passed away last night. I heard that he passed away peacefully." Sui Chunsheng whispered.

It is said that when Xuanjizi was found, his body was already stiff. He was sitting cross-legged in the room with a smile on his face, and walked very calmly.

"Wasn't it fine when we left yesterday?" Zhang Fan thought.

"After all, he is old. If he acts rashly, he might run out of energy." Jiang Hulu said in a serious tone.

Fate has always been determined by heaven and cannot be decided by humans.

Many people, even if they are in good health, walk briskly, and have no problems at all during physical examinations, and may even be able to eat two bowls of rice at night, die in their sleep in the second half of the night.

This is fate. Lifespan is fixed and has nothing to do with anything else.

Even if one is a cultivator, who can move the Kan and Li, subdue dragons and tigers, and aspire to immortality, even if he has invincible supernatural powers, he cannot defeat the destiny.

"Go and worship."

Sui Chunsheng called everyone and went to the Jingbao Hall.

Xuanjizi is a senior, especially in the Jiangnan Provincial Daomen, his status is extraordinary. As juniors, they naturally have to go to worship him and burn three incense sticks.

In the Sutra Hall, spiritual flags were fluttering and the sound of chanting scriptures was heard constantly.

Xuanjizi's coffin was placed in the center of the hall. He was wearing a Taoist robe and had a peaceful expression.

Zhang Fan and his group of younger generations burned incense and paid homage.

"People... no matter how glorious they were in life, they will be the same after death..."

Zhang Fan sighed in his heart, and suddenly, he remembered what his best friend Li Yishan once said, that when a person lives his whole life, at the end, it is nothing more than "three kowtows, three incense sticks, and three taels of wine to toast the center", "a grave, a tombstone, a pile of fruit plates, and a pile of ashes".

"Old Li is really a man of insight. He has seen through life even before he died."

Zhang Fan thought to himself that this time when he returned, he would definitely ask Li Yishan to treat him to a meal.

"We have finished what happened here, and we should go back."

Sui Chunsheng spoke softly, they originally came here to escort the magic jar, but now the jar is gone and the big demon inside has run away, there is no point for them to stay here.

"Wait a moment, we'll go say hello."

Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue represent the Jiangnan Provincial Alliance, so they cannot come and go casually; they must inform the other party.

"It's finally over."

After walking out of the hall, Jiang Hu let out a long breath. All in all, they didn't put in much effort in this mission and were just there to make up for the loss.

"Last night, the boss even called to ask about it."

"What do you want to ask?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Ask us when we will go back..." Jiang Hu rolled his eyes and said, "We'll just lend it to the Jiangnan Provincial Dao League temporarily... You don't really think of yourself as a member of the organization, do you?"

"..."

"What is the name of our company?" Zhang Fan suddenly asked.

"..."

"It's dark at night."

"What's our boss's name?"

"Bai Bushan." Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu looked at each other and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Are you crazy?"

As soon as the laughter started, Zhang Fan suddenly covered Jiang Hu's mouth and subconsciously looked towards the hall behind him. Fortunately, the sound of chanting was deafening and no one noticed them.

"Fortunately no one heard it." Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang."

At this moment, a soft call came from behind, bringing Zhang Fan back to his senses.

Zhang Fan turned around and saw a young man walking out of the hall.

"Gu Jingqiu!?"

Zhang Fan recognized the other person, the young Taoist priest from Laoshan. Although he had only met him once, he left a deep impression on him. After all, he was from a famous and upright family.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang is a disciple from Zhenwu Mountain. I was in a hurry last night and didn't have time to get close to him." Gu Jingqiu walked forward and seemed quite polite.

“Close…close!?”

Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu looked at each other, and both saw something unusual in each other's eyes.

"Maybe this is a little abrupt, could you please give me some advice?"

There was a hint of anticipation and enthusiasm in Gu Jingqiu's eyes.

A disciple of Zhenwu and a successor of Chaoran, such an identity is extraordinary. Since he was born in Laoshan, he was naturally delighted to see such a person among the younger generation and could not help wanting to learn a thing or two.

"Ask for advice? Here? Not very good."

Zhang Fan couldn't help but glance sideways. They were having a funeral, and the music was crackling inside. You were blocking the door and trying to take action? It was more or less inappropriate.

"I'm sorry." Gu Jingqiu couldn't hide his disappointment and whispered softly.

Normally, he has a sense of pride in his bones, but if he meets a master of the same generation, he will be just fanatical and ignore everything else.

"How about... add a super letter."

Zhang Fan took out his mobile phone and directly showed the QR code.

"what?"

This action stunned Jiang Hu and Gu Jingqiu.

"There will be opportunities in the future, keep in touch." Zhang Fan offered a big promise.

"Later? When?" Gu Jingqiu's eyes lit up.

"Next time... when you come to Yujing City, I will definitely treat you well and fulfill your wishes." Zhang Fan chuckled.

For pancakes, I’m most afraid of fillings like “wait for next time” and “come back”.

"Sure." Gu Jingqiu was extremely enthusiastic. He took out his mobile phone and quickly scanned Zhang Fan's super letter.

Zhang Fan grinned. More friends mean more paths. Moreover, he is from a famous and upright sect, born in one of the ten most famous Taoist sects in the world. Who can refuse such a friend?
"Why do you still have friends like Qi Ji?"

Jiang Hu took a quick look and suddenly found a familiar account in Zhang Fan's friend list. The last reply was:
See you in Yujing next time!
"You guys are still chatting!?" Jiang Hu said with a strange look on his face.

"Last time... after the Shen family incident, he begged to add me, saying that there might be follow-up investigations..." Zhang Fan said casually.

"Didn't I tell you?"

"..."

"Friend Zhang, I have to go back to Laoshan with my master today."

At this time, Gu Jingqiu said, "After I go back and retreat for a while, I will definitely go to Yujing City and ask for advice."

As he spoke, Gu Jingqiu's expression became more sincere than passionate.

According to the rules of Mount Laoshan, all disciples who go down the mountain to gain experience must go into seclusion for a period of time after returning to the mountain to digest what they have gained.

"Okay, okay, I'll wait for you in Yujing City."

"Good wine, good food and good foot massage." Jiang Hu added.

"Pinch your feet?"

"Uh... that's a popular way of practicing and maintaining health." Zhang Fan glared at him and laughed dryly.

"You two, Xuanmiao Temple has become a place of trouble now. If there is nothing else, you should leave early." Gu Jingqiu whispered.

"A place of right and wrong?"

Zhang Fan subconsciously looked at Xuanjizi's coffin in the Jingbao Hall.

"Take a step to speak."

Gu Jingqiu looked around and pulled Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu to the side.

"What? Is there any other inside story?" Jiang Hu couldn't help but ask.

"Everyone says that the old abbot has run out of energy and died of old age." Gu Jingqiu came closer to the two of them and said in a low voice.

"Actually... there's something fishy going on."

"What's going on?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"The old abbot went there last night. Apart from that..."

At this point, Gu Jingqiu paused for a moment, his voice getting deeper, and then he said, "The [Mighty Spiritual Demon Suppression Gold Seal] from Xuanmiao Temple is also lost."

"What!?"

Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu looked at each other, both showing surprise.

The Wei Ling Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal is a dragon-tiger seal that has been enshrined in Xuanmiao Temple for a hundred years, but it was lost! ?

"This treasure was lost just after the old abbot died... You guys will have to think carefully to see if there is anything fishy going on." Gu Jingqiu gave a look that showed his own understanding.

"So... this Xuanmiao Temple has really become a place of controversy now."

If someone loses their treasure, wouldn't they be worried? If they don't leave now, they might start to suspect them.

"Both of you, we'll say goodbye now. See you in Yujing."

Gu Jingqiu bowed his head, then turned and left.

On that day, Zhang Fan and his party did not stay for a long time. Although the Xuanmiao Temple had lost the [Weiling Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal], they represented the Jiangnan Provincial Dao Alliance after all, so they were not made too difficult and were allowed to pass directly.

The group took the high-speed train in the afternoon and returned to Yujing City.

"I'm finally back."

In the evening, Zhang Fan returned to Hongfu Garden as it was getting dark.

When passing by the door, Zhang Fan looked at the guard and it seemed that Liu Fusheng was not on duty today.

After entering the house, Zhang Fan put down his luggage, as if he had let go of all his fatigue. However, the cold house made him feel a little lonely.

He subconsciously took out his cell phone and called Zhang Lingzong, but still no one answered.

dong dong dong...

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Hmm? Who is it?"

Zhang Fan stood up and opened the door.

"Please sign for your express delivery."

The courier handed over a package. Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment. He hadn't bought anything recently. He took it and saw that the phone number and name were correct. They were both his.

"Thanks."

Zhang Fan took the package, closed the door, shook it, and felt that it was quite heavy.

He couldn't wait to open the package. Inside was an ordinary wooden box and a card with four words written on it:
happy Birthday.

"Birthday present?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

His birthday is the ninth day of September, which is about a month away.

Ten years ago, Zhang Lingzong told him that on his birthday, the whole family went out to eat and had a car accident, and his mother died on the spot.

From that day on, Zhang Fan never celebrated his birthday again.

After all, his mother's death anniversary and his birthday are on the same day. No matter who it is, they would only feel guilty and would not have the heart to celebrate their birthday.

"Who sent me all the birthday presents in advance?" Many possibilities flashed through Zhang Fan's mind.

Li Yishan? He knew his situation and wouldn't do such a thing.

Dad? That's not his style.

……

Zhang Fan's brows were furrowed into the shape of a "川" character, his face full of confusion, and his focused gaze finally fell on the ordinary wooden box.

"Let's see what birthday presents are available."

Zhang Fan picked up the wooden box, which was a little heavy. He opened the box and a heavy golden color fell into his hand. It was:
Wei Ling Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal!!
(End of this chapter)