Pure Yang!

Chapter 139: Revisiting the old place! The secret of Zhang's old house (5k chapter)

In the dilapidated courtyard, under the lush green shade.

The Zhou sisters stared at Zhang Fan without blinking. The defeat they received in the fight that night seemed to be still fresh in their minds. It was this man who used the popular health regimen of "Removing Hair and Rebelling Bone" to break Zhou Miaoyu's "Three Yin Demon-Slaying Knife".

They never dreamed that they would meet Zhang Fan again here.

"It's only been a few days since we last met, and you two look better." Zhang Fan greeted them warmly.

However, such praise sounded like sarcasm to the Zhou sisters and was extremely harsh.

"Don't be so arrogant..." Zhou Miaoyu gritted her teeth, but before she could finish her words, she was held down by her sister.

"Mr. Zhang is really good at talking." Zhou Miaochan replied indifferently.

At the dinner that night, she still addressed him as fellow Taoist, but this time she changed the address, and her alienation and dissatisfaction were obvious.

"Do you know?"

At this moment, Xu Zhixia spoke and looked at Zhang Fan with some curiosity. Even Li Gaoyang next to him pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and showed a strange look.

To ordinary people, Taoist monks are like gods, high above and elusive. In his eyes, ordinary people like Zhang Fan who have lived in such a slum since childhood should not be able to come into contact with people of their level.

"We met by chance when I went out to dinner with Li Yishan last time." Zhang Fan said casually.

What he said was true.

"He likes to take you wherever he goes." Xu Zhixia said lightly.

Back then, when they were in college, Zhang Fan often hung out with Li Yishan, and sometimes he even abandoned her, and no one knew where Li Yishan had taken her.

She remembered that Li Yishan came from a wealthy family and was active in the business world in Yujing City, so it was normal for him to get to know Taoists. In this case, it made sense for Zhang Fan to get to know the Zhou sisters.

"Since we know each other, please do me a favor, sister." Xu Zhixia said softly.

Zhou Miaochan's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Zhang Fan without blinking, but she was muttering something in her heart.

"So he is from the Xu family, and has inherited the incense of the Xu ancestor. No wonder he has such skills."

That night, when Zhang Fan was able to use the common health-preserving method of [Removing Hair and Rebelling Bone] to break Zhou Miaoyu's [Three Yin Demon-Slaying Knife], she saw that it must have a background, and now it seems that it is true.

Although the Xu family practiced Taoism in the secular world and did not occupy any famous mountains or temples, the incense passed down from the ancestor Xu can be called an immortal family. There are many Taoist secrets in the sect, and many masters can be cultivated in each generation.

Because of this, many of the Xu Group's businesses in Yujing City and even in Jiangnan Province have been notified to the Taoist Alliance, and the two have deep intersections.

"Ok."

Zhou Miaochan did not feel embarrassed. Since he was a member of the Xu family, she had to give him face. What's more, she was quite afraid of Zhang Fan's strength. If he really lost face, she might also lose face.

"Don't walk around casually." Zhou Miaochan said, turning around and returning to the busy work.

"Sister, wait a minute..."

Xu Zhixia followed behind Zhou Miaochan.

"Don't run around."

At this moment, Li Gaoyang's cold voice sounded, and his arrogant eyes fell on Zhang Fan.

"You can stay here because of the Xu family. Don't cause us any trouble."

Li Gaoyang's words were both a reminder and a warning.

After he finished speaking, Li Gaoyang also walked over, leaving Zhang Fan standing alone in the yard.

“I haven’t been back for many years.”

Zhang Fan looked at the uneven ground in the yard. There were marks on the mottled and dilapidated walls where he measured his height when he was a child. The big sycamore tree in the yard was almost a treasure for the family to cool off in the summer. The noisy and vigorous sound of cicadas seemed to still be in his ears.

“This little tree is still there.”

Zhang Fan walked to the southwest corner of the yard, and in the turned over soil was a tree that was more than a person tall.

This tree was planted by Zhang Fan's mother when he was six years old. More than ten years have passed, and the seed has grown into a tree.

Zhang Fan vaguely remembered that there was a rare drought in the summer when he was six years old. It didn't rain for two consecutive months. Only thunder could be heard occasionally, but there was no rain at all. The moat next to the old residential area dried up.

It was at that time that someone dug something up in the mud at the bottom of the dried-up river.

It was a stone box. No one knew how many years it had been at the bottom of the river. It was already covered with moss and rust. One could only vaguely see irregular shapes and symbols on the surface of the stone box.

Zhang Fan vaguely remembered that when the stone box was dug out, his mother held him in her arms and watched the excitement by the river.

There were many older people at that time, but no one could squeeze past the mother and son.

The mother was holding the young Zhang Fan in her arms and clearing the way. Everyone watching was afraid that they would be crushed to death by this little guy, so they all made way for him.

Later, a blind man took the stone box away.

In Zhang Fan's impression, the blind man seemed to also live in this old residential area and make a living by helping people touch bones and tell fortunes.

A stone box was dug out from the moat. It might be a cultural relic. After all, Yujing City is the ancient capital of Six Dynasties. But it was taken away by a blind man.

That night, the alley was filled with people, and the police even blocked the blind man's door, making a huge commotion.

But the blind man threatened to die, and finally scared those people away.

After that day, some rumors gradually spread among the neighbors.

Some people said that the stone box contained the Dragon King's sacred object. When the sacred object was lost, a severe drought occurred.

Two days later, the blind man died. Many policemen came and searched his house but could not find the stone box.

In this way, the blind man's death cast a shadow over this closed old residential area.

Three days later, in the early morning, dark clouds gathered, thunder and lightning struck, and a heavy downpour came, injecting some vitality into this dry and hot summer.

Everyone cheered and rejoiced. The whereabouts of the stone box and the blind man's death seemed to have disappeared with the heavy rain.

Heavy rain fell all day, and the dry moat gradually filled up.

It was at this time that a guest came to Zhang Fan's home.

He vaguely remembered that it was almost dark, the rain was still falling outside, dark clouds were rolling in the sky, thunder and lightning were flashing, reflecting the dim lights in the house.

The violent knocking on the door startled little Zhang Fan. He opened the door and saw a person standing outside. To be precise, it was a human figure. The person was not wearing a raincoat, but a very old straw raincoat and a hat. He looked very strange.

The temperature in the yard seemed to become abnormally low at that time.

Recalling it now, Zhang Fan couldn't remember what the other person looked like at all. It was just that figure that gave people a very cold feeling, bone-chillingly cold. And the strangest thing was that it was raining heavily outside, but there was not a trace of water on that person's body. The rain fell around him as if it had eyes and automatically avoided him.

"Little boy, is your last name Zhang too?"

At that time, the strange man asked little Zhang Fan a question in a very low and hoarse voice.

This was the only sentence he ever said.

At this moment, Zhang Lingzong walked out of the house, pulled little Zhang Fan behind him, and had his mother take him back to the house.

I don't know how long it took, but the man left.

Little Zhang Fan looked through the window and vaguely saw that the strange man was holding something in his hand when he left. It turned out to be the stone box.

After that day, he had a high fever and it took him five or six days to recover.

My mother got a tree from somewhere and planted it in the southwest corner of the yard, saying that it was to ward off disaster for little Zhang Fan and keep him safe.

Such forbidden superstitions are filled with the old mother's love that is almost overflowing.

Zhang Fan stood in the corner of the yard, looking at the tree, and couldn't help but be moved by the scene.

Although it was already dark and he had not yet truly escaped the calamity, after merging with the [Evil Spirit], he was able to remember some things, especially all the old memories from his childhood.

Come to think of it, this old house did indeed hold the record of his bizarre childhood.

boom……

At this moment, a dull sound suddenly rang out and fell into the secluded courtyard.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw a young man who had come in at some point. His eyes were as bright as lightning, and true yang was surging in his right hand. His three yins transformed into evil spirits and he was as sharp as a knife. His terrifying aura made it so that no one dared to approach him within ten steps.

"Three Yin Demon-Slaying Blades!?"

Zhang Fan could tell at a glance that this person was also practicing the [Three Yin Demon-Slaying Sword], but his method was many times more authentic than Zhou Miaoyu's half-baked one.

The power of the two is naturally incomparable.

"He is Ma Buting!"

At this moment, Sui Chunsheng's voice came from behind. Zhang Fan turned around and saw that he and Zhan Xinyue had entered the yard at some point.

"So he was the one who hurt you?" Zhang Fan understood.

He heard from Sui Chunsheng that a new master had joined the Jiangnan Provincial Dao Alliance. He had mastered the [Three Yin Demon-Slaying Sword] and was domineering, powerful, and ruthless. Even with Sui Chunsheng's level of cultivation, he could not last more than ten moves in the hands of this man.

"You dare to take action?"

Suddenly, Li Gaoyang cried out, his face was pale, he covered his chest, and his gold-rimmed glasses were filled with rage.

Obviously, he had just had a conflict with Ma Buting, and was out-skilled and pushed back.

"I don't care where you are from. The higher-ups just told you to come in. But here, the Jiangnan Provincial Dao Alliance still has the final say."

Ma Buting's eyes were as sharp as knives, domineering and awe-inspiring.

"You can only stay if I ask you to, and you can only get out if I ask you to leave."

"Senior brother..."

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Zhou Miaochan hurried forward and whispered something to Ma Buting.

"Xu Zu's lineage!?"

Ma Buting narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at Zhang Fan not far away intentionally or unintentionally, but finally fell on Xu Zhixia.

"Your last name is Xu!?"

"Three Yins refine Qi, transform evil into a sword, sharpen corpses, slay demons and kill ghosts." Xu Zhixia's voice was calm and soft, "I didn't expect that the heir of the Three Emperors Sect actually got the true teachings of the [Three Yins Demon-Slaying Sword]. It's quite rare."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ma Buting's expression changed slightly. He never expected that he had not revealed his master's magic, but Xu Zhixia could tell his origins in one word.

"As expected of a descendant of Xu Zu, you have good eyesight."

"Three Emperors? He is actually from the Three Emperors?"

Sui Chunsheng couldn't help but reveal a strange look when he heard this, and even Zhang Fan couldn't help but look at Ma Buting twice more.

The Three Emperors Sect is one of the oldest sects in Taoism. It is said to have the ability to "summon all gods". Because it is so powerful, it was feared by the emperor. In the Tang Dynasty, it was banned by the court and directly banned. In other words, the Three Emperors Sect is a mysterious and lost sect in Taoism.

"I didn't expect that Ma Buting had such a background. No wonder he is so arrogant and proud." Zhan Xinyue looked solemn.

In Taoist practice, the most important thing is the inheritance of incense.

When the Three Emperors Sect was at its peak, its reputation was no less than that of Zhengyi and Quanzhen.

"Just for your vision, I'll give you a chance. It will save the Xu family's reputation."

Ma Buting was very arrogant and had an imposing manner.

"If you can survive ten moves in my hands, you can stay."

"It just so happens that I also want to learn the [Subduing the Dragon Method] and [Slaying the Dragon Method] of Xu Zuyi's sect."

The Dragon Subduing Method and Dragon Slaying Method are both great techniques passed down by Xu Zu's lineage. It is said that they are extremely powerful and once mastered, one can slay dragons and subdue dragons.

"I have just practiced the Jiao Subduing Technique to the third level, but have never practiced the Dragon Slaying Technique." Xu Zhixia frowned slightly.

The more skilled you are, the better you can judge the difference between the enemy and yourself.

The Xu family's [Subduing the Dragon] has nine grades in total. If she could refine the fourth grade, she could compete with Ma Buting, but now...

"I'm no match for you." Xu Zhixia said in a serious tone.

“He is not surprised by praise or criticism, and has the demeanor of a great man. He is worthy of being a descendant of Xu Zu.” Ma Buting nodded.

Accurately judge and acknowledge the gap between the enemy and yourself, do not be proud of victory, do not be ashamed of defeat, keep the mind constant, and let the consciousness return to tranquility without any ups and downs. This kind of mentality is especially rare.

"After all, he is from the Xu family." Sui Chunsheng couldn't help but sigh.

Cultivation is to cultivate the mind. If one can have this nature, his future achievements will be limitless.

"Stay." Ma Buting decided whether Xu Zhixia and his group would stay or go with just one word.

At this moment, his aura was even stronger, filling the entire courtyard, because even the disciples of the Xu family could hardly match his power.

Therefore, at least in this yard, he is invincible and can control everything.

"You need to be careful."

Sui Chunsheng moved closer to Zhang Fan and whispered.

"Why should I be careful? I don't know him." Zhang Fan said indifferently.

"I feel like the way he looks at you is unusual." Sui Chunsheng hesitated to speak.

"You are Zhang Fan!?"

At this moment, a loud voice rang out, drawing Zhang Fan's thoughts away.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were drawn to Ma Buting and all turned to Zhang Fan.

"Brother Ma, he is my friend, not a Taoist..." Xu Zhixia's expression changed slightly, and he was about to explain for Zhang Fan.

"Yujing City is home to many talented people. I didn't expect there is a young master like you..."

Ma Buting interrupted Xu Zhixia's words in a loud and clear voice, and his sharp eyes fell on Zhang Fan like a knife.

"You are the one who broke my junior sister's [Three Yin Demon-Slaying Blade]?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole room was in uproar, and trembling eyes were cast on Zhang Fan.

Li Gaoyang pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his face full of surprise.

"Three Yin Slaughtering Yin Blade? Broken?"

"Who? Zhang Fan?"

Xu Zhixia's beautiful eyes widened, and a complex expression spread across her pretty face: surprise, trance, confusion, shock... and finally turned into an expression of incomprehension as she looked at Zhang Fan.

"Just good luck." Zhang Fan said lightly.

"One who is more skilled is one who is more skilled. My junior sister is not as skilled as others, so naturally I have nothing to say." Ma Buting shook his head.

"As your senior brother, I might need your advice."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the yard, which had just eased, became tense again.

At this moment, Xu Zhixia looked at Zhang Fan as if she didn't recognize him and felt he was extremely unfamiliar.

She had never connected Zhang Fan with anything in the Dao Sect, but now...

Her perception was overturned.

"This kid is from Taoism? How is that possible?" Li Gaoyang frowned, his face full of disbelief.

Naturally, he could not associate Zhang Fan, a person who had lived in the slums since childhood, with Taoist practice.

How can the cultivation of Taoism and longevity be contaminated by such mundane things? ?
Ordinary people like this are definitely from a different world from them!
"Ma Buting, don't go too far." Sui Chunsheng said with a slightly gloomy expression.

"Brother Chunsheng, I'm asking for advice from Brother Zhang, so don't make yourself uncomfortable." Ma Buting glanced at him and said lightly.

"There is a discovery... There is a discovery here..."

At this moment, a burst of urgent shouting came from a small house next to the yard.

Ma Buting's eyes were fixed like a line. He took a step forward and entered the room.

Things have their priorities, and he can still distinguish which ones are important and which ones are not.

This trip is to investigate the source of stealing dragon energy.

Upon seeing this, everyone followed closely. In the dilapidated little house, there was only a cabinet standing there. The ancient cabinet was covered with dust, but the door was firmly locked with a stone lock with mysterious talismans engraved on it.

"Taoist talisman... This is a very ancient talisman..."

Ma Buting stroked the mark on the stone lock, and his eyes became unusually fierce.

"This is……"

Zhang Fan looked at the cabinet and the stone lock, and the dusty memories slowly revived in his mind.

"Mom, what's locked in that cabinet?"

"Gods and Buddhas!"

"Gods and Buddhas? Locked in a cabinet?" Little Zhang Fan raised his head and showed an expression of incomprehension in his mother's arms.

"I want to see."

"Look at you...that cabinet can't be opened."

"why?"

"If it's opened, many people will die!"

My mother's voice seemed to have passed through the dust of the years and echoed in Zhang Fan's ears.

"Smash it open!"

At this moment, Ma Buting gave an order and brought Zhang Fan back to his senses.

"Don't smash it!" Zhang Fan shouted, but it was too late.

As the hammer fell, the old stone lock suddenly broke into pieces, and with a creaking sound, the cabinet door opened...

Rumble…

At this moment, a horrifying flame shot up into the sky, and the aura of destruction instantly razed the yard where everyone was to the ground. A strong wind blew, and the surrounding houses were hit hard and collapsed one after another.

Amid the violent explosion, the Taoist Alliance masters guarding the periphery were all alarmed.

"what happened?"

"Something's happened, everyone move to area [D]!"

"Damn it, what's going on? Such a big noise!?"

The flames that shot up into the sky were like a giant dragon bursting out, turbulent and twisted in the strong wind.

The Zhang family's old house was reduced to ruins, with corpses scattered around the ruins and a huge deep pit emerging on the ground...

"Cough cough cough..."

At this moment, Zhang Fan crawled out from the scattered smoke and dust, looking disheveled.

Just now, if he had not activated the [Heavenly Mother Heart Mantra] in time to activate the starlight to protect his body, this wave of impact would have been enough to take his life.

"Report casualties!"

At this time, Ma Buting also crawled out from the ruins. Apparently, this master also had ways to save his life.

However, there was no response to his shouts. Even a cultivator with average skills would not be able to withstand such an explosion.

"Senior brother..."

Sister Zhou and her sister supported each other and staggered out, their clothes stained with blood and they were seriously injured.

"Zhang Fan..."

Xu Zhixia struggled to crawl out of the ruins behind him, and Li Gaoyang also survived.

"Are you okay?" Zhang Fan supported Xu Zhixia, who looked pale and shook his head weakly.

"Then...what is that?"

At this moment, Sui Chunsheng appeared from nowhere holding Zhan Xinyue. He stood beside the deep pit, looking down, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat and he looked down.

Inside the huge pit, there actually stood a clay statue of a deity. There was no incense in the incense burner in front of it, but the incense was rising up, strong and continuous...

The clay statue had two faces on its head, was formless and shapeless, and had its hands in a seal, blending into the void. On the altar beneath its feet were three lines of characters written in large script, like dragons and snakes, with extraordinary ups and downs...

The small characters on the left and right are:

The leader of all spirits!

The ancestor of all things!

In the center, a line of large characters read: The throne of the Great Spiritual King!!!

(End of this chapter)