Pure Yang!

Chapter 145: Funeral Home! The best in the world, the Taoist of the Three Corpses (5k chapter)

Xiaoxiaole Funeral Home is located in the suburbs of Yujing City, close to Xieguang Mountain.

Zhang Fan drove the Five Spirit Rainbow Light alone and came to this sparsely populated place. From a distance, he could see wisps of green smoke rising and floating from a building at the foot of the mountain.

“It’s on fire.”

Zhang Fan curled his lips. He had lived in Yujing City for so long, but he didn't know there was such a funeral home in the suburbs.

I heard from the boss that this [Candy Crush Funeral Home] has a history of more than 30 years in Yujing City.

“Why is it opened in this place?”

Arriving at the place, Zhang Fan parked the car in front of the door and looked up. The mountain behind the funeral home was high and its head was not drooping. This is called [Xuanwu Jushi] in the Feng Shui structure, which is an evil acupuncture point in Feng Shui.

If Xuanwu refuses to accept the corpse, the Star Peak will not descend. Xuanwu will raise its head and hide its head, which is extremely ominous.

Although this place is close to mountains and water, if it is used as a yang house, the family will surely be ruined and wealth will be lost. If it is used as a yin house, I am afraid that the family will be cut off within two generations.

The strangest thing is that from the outside, the building of the Xiaoxiaole Funeral Home looks like a coffin, surrounded by iron fences, and even the gate is the same big iron gate used in factories in the 1970s and 1980s.

"Iron-locked coffin!?" Zhang Fan murmured softly with a strange look on his face.

He seemed to have seen this kind of Feng Shui layout in [Taoist Secret Records]. It was a method of nurturing evil and gathering evil, but he couldn't remember the details.

"Zhang Fan!?"

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

He turned his head and was stunned for a moment.

Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue were walking towards them.

I have to say, he and this brother and sister really have a connection.

"Why are you here?" Zhan Xinyue was a little surprised.

"Our company has some business dealings with this place. I'm here to deliver the documents." Zhang Fan shook the file bag in his hand and asked, "What about you guys?"

"Of course it's for official business." Zhan Xinyue chuckled.

"Official business? Funeral home?" Zhang Fan asked suspiciously.

"It's still about the old residential area."

Sui Chunsheng's words made Zhang Fan's nerves tense.

"What? Did you find out anything?"

Zhang Fan looked normal and asked casually.

Sui Chunsheng didn't think much about it. After a while, they were all familiar with each other, so he immediately said, "Although we didn't find out the information of the previous residents of the old house last time, we did find out the ownership of the house."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Fan's eyelids twitched and his breathing became heavy.

That's their house.

“It’s the house of this funeral home.”

"Ah!?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

The old house he had lived in since childhood, was it rented? The property certificate was not in their name?

Nowadays, he also rents the house in Hongfu Garden.

If that’s the case, the Zhang family doesn’t have any fixed assets at all!
"What's wrong?" Sui Chunsheng looked at Zhang Fan's expression and asked.

"Nothing, just a little unexpected." Zhang Fan shook his head.

"There are more unexpected things."

"Guess who owns this funeral home?" Zhan Xinyue asked mysteriously.

"It can't be ours." Zhang Fan murmured in his heart but shook his head.

"Zhenwu Mountain!"

Sui Chunsheng opened his lips slightly and uttered three words.

"Zhenwu Mountain!?"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.

He never imagined that the old house where he had lived since he could remember was actually a property of Zhenwu Mountain.

"Jade Certificate!?"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and subconsciously looked at his chest.

At this moment, a strange thought and doubt arose in his mind. Was it just a coincidence that he had accidentally entered the ordination ceremony while sightseeing and had integrated the Zhenwu Jade Certificate?
"Zhang Fan, what are you thinking about?"

Zhan Xinyue raised her hand and waved it in front of Zhang Fan, bringing his thoughts back.

"Oh, I was thinking what a coincidence, we just happen to be together, let's have lunch together at noon later." Zhang Fan said casually.

"I think so too." Zhan Xinyue chuckled.

The three of them went forward together, but in broad daylight, the iron door of Candy Crush was locked.

"Anyone?"

Sui Chunsheng shook the chain on the iron gate, making a clanging sound.

"Who?"

At this moment, an old voice came from the communication room next to it, and then a short, hunchbacked old man staggered out. He was wearing black sunglasses and worn cloth shoes in broad daylight. He walked to the iron gate and took a look around.

"Sir, we are from the Jiangnan Provincial Alliance." Sui Chunsheng revealed his identity.

Since Candy Crush is under the name of Zhenwu Mountain, it is certainly not an ordinary funeral home. According to Sui Chunsheng, the owner of this funeral home is also a Taoist.

"From the Taoist Alliance?" The old man wearing black sunglasses hesitated for a moment before taking out the key and slowly opening the locked iron door.

"What are you charging again?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue looked at each other, both showing embarrassed expressions.

"Uncle, we are not here to collect fees, we are here to inquire... to find out something."

"I was wondering how someone could be so shameless as to charge fees for no reason." The old man wearing sunglasses said to himself.

Sui Chunsheng's face became more and more embarrassed, and he subconsciously looked at Zhang Fan, but the latter seemed not to have heard him.

He also knew that it was common for an organization like the Taoist Alliance to solicit sponsorship from Taoist families or enterprises in the province and collect fees. After all, it was a considerable expense to run such a large organization.

"come in."

The old man wearing sunglasses waved his hand and led the way.

There was not a single person in the huge funeral home. All that could be seen were the evergreen pines and cypresses. Other than that, it was terribly deserted.

"Master, are you alone here?"

Zhang Fan followed behind and couldn't help but ask.

"It's daytime now, it will be lively at night."

The old man wearing sunglasses turned his head and grinned, revealing a smile that you can relate to.

"How about you come back tonight?"

"No...no need." Zhang Fan laughed dryly.

Rumble…

In front of the coffin-like building, an old man wearing sunglasses opened the door, and a stream of cool air rushed out, carrying the smell of formaldehyde.

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, walked in and took a look.

There is no air conditioning in the building, but the temperature inside is at least 6 or 7 degrees lower than outside. As soon as I walked in, the hairs on my body stood up.

"so big."

The first floor was extremely empty, like an unused warehouse, and if you spoke in a low voice, there would be an echo.

"Wait here, I'll find the curator for you."

The old man wearing sunglasses took two steps and then stopped.

"Don't run around. There are some places here that are off-limits to strangers."

As he spoke, the old man wearing sunglasses went straight up the stairs next to him.

"Brother, do you think this old man is weird?"

Zhan Xinyue came close to Sui Chunsheng and whispered softly.

"That guy doesn't look like a cultivator." Sui Chunsheng said in a serious tone.

"I feel like there is a familiar aura around him." Zhang Fan looked at the empty stairs, thoughtfully.

"You know him?"

"I don't know him." Zhang Fan shook his head. He just felt that the aura of the old man was somewhat familiar.

"Who are you?"

At this moment, a cold voice came from behind, echoing in the empty building.

Zhang Fan turned around and saw a young man in work clothes walking towards him. He was solidly built, about 1.78 meters tall, with deep and bright eyes. He looked at Zhang Fan and others with a vigilant look.

"Finally, there's a living person." Zhang Fan muttered in his heart when he saw this.

He was just thinking that there couldn't be only one old man guarding such a large funeral home.

"We are staff members of the Jiangnan Provincial Dao Alliance. We came here to find the curator to find out something." Sui Chunsheng stated his identity.

"Then you made a wasted trip. The curator is not at home. Come back another day."

As he spoke, the young man turned and walked into a room next door.

"not at home?"

Sui Chunsheng was stunned for a moment, then followed the young man and pushed the door open.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan followed.

"Is this a crematorium?!"

The room was very large, and there were three stoves inside. Two of them were burning, and a rumbling sound could be heard from inside.

The mouth of the third furnace was open, and one could vaguely see a corpse placed in place, covered with a cloth.

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan took a quick look and vaguely saw an arm exposed under the white cloth. It was skinny and had long fingers, especially the nails, which were about ten centimeters long. "Didn't you see the sign on the door? Non-staff members are not allowed to enter?"

At this moment, the young man came over and blocked Zhang Fan's sight, and swept a warning look over the three of them.

"When will the curator come back? We have clearly contacted him before. We are here to inquire about the house in the old residential area..." Sui Chunsheng frowned.

"So it's about the explosion in the old city?"

The young man sneered and interrupted Sui Chunsheng's words.

"Huh? Who are you?" Sui Chunsheng knew after hearing the voice that the young man in front of him was not an ordinary staff member.

"My name is Liu Xingyu, and I'm the cremator here." The young man introduced himself.

"Are you the corpse burner Meteor Shower?"

At this moment, Zhan Xinyue suddenly shouted.

"We know each other?" Liu Xingyu was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhan Xinyue.

"I followed you on [Xiaohuangshu] and sent you a private message. I really like the articles you posted..." Zhan Xinyue said in surprise.

"Yes...really?"

Liu Xingyu became a little embarrassed. The sudden encounter with fans made it impossible for him to maintain the same calm look.

"The corpse-cremator's meteor shower?" Zhang Fan murmured.

He had also seen this ID on the "Little Yellow Book". It was a poster with hundreds of thousands of fans. The most famous thing was the series of articles he occasionally updated -

The Days I Burned Corpses in the Funeral Home

"I never thought you were such a corpse burner."

Zhan Xinyue immediately turned into a little fan girl and walked up to her and tried to get close to her.

"Finally I saw a living person."

"Um...you're too polite."

Liu Xingyu smiled awkwardly, no longer able to enter that state of keeping people at a distance.

clang... clang... clang...

At this moment, the clock on the wall made a sound.

Liu Xingyu looked up, glanced at the time, turned around and walked to furnace No. 3.

"I should get to work."

As he spoke, he formed seals with his hands and muttered something. Suddenly, a mysterious light appeared, and a faint flame was clearly visible, bursting out from his fingertips, like a rainbow piercing the sun, blazing with light, and the temperature around him rose sharply.

"Taoist True Fire!?"

When everyone saw this, their expressions changed slightly, even Zhang Fan couldn't help but have a strange look.

He never imagined that in this small funeral home, there was such a master hiding, who could even cultivate the Taoist true fire.

hum...

Liu Xingyu snapped his fingers and a ray of bright flame flew into the furnace, immediately turning into a raging fire, engulfing the long-waiting corpse.

Then he pulled the handbrake and closed the furnace. A rumbling sound came from inside, accompanied by a strange sound, as if something was scratching.

"He used Taoist fire to burn the body!?"

Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue looked at each other with strange expressions.

"Okay, since you're a fan, I've made an exception and allowed you to visit." Liu Xingyu turned around and returned to his businesslike attitude.

"The explosion in the old city has nothing to do with our Candy Crush. We pay more than 30 million in taxes every year. There is no reason for you, the Taoist Alliance, to treat us like criminals."

"What? The tax is just over 30 million?" Zhang Fan cried out.

His shout startled Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue.

Liu Xingyu couldn't help but look at him strangely.

“No, is this funeral home so profitable?”

Facing everyone's strange looks, Zhang Fan said awkwardly: "I mean...are there so many people burning it?"

"We don't just burn people!" Liu Xingyu said lightly.

"You can go."

"We can wait for the director to come back..." Sui Chunsheng said in a serious tone.

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with alcohol!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Xingyu's face suddenly darkened. He took a step forward, formed seals with his hands, and his chest heaved violently like a strong wind. A faint flame rose in his palms, surging like a huge red shield.

"The Crimson Palace Lihuo!?"

Sui Chunsheng's expression suddenly changed and he recognized him at a glance.

The Crimson Palace Lihuo is a secret fire technique passed down from the Zhenwu Mountain. It is a method of refining true fire in the [Crimson Palace].

The so-called [Jiang Palace], also known as the Shenshe, is the Dantian in the human body. It is located at the Danzhong point on the chest, which is closest to the heart.

Among the five elements of Taoism, the heart belongs to fire.

Therefore, it is easiest to refine true fire by practicing the Crimson Palace, which can also be considered a way of taking shortcuts.

Rumble…

Faced with Liu Xingyu's sudden attack, Sui Chunsheng was unable to react for a moment. In front of his eyes, there was a scorching red light and the fire was clearly visible. The fierce air waves made his hair begin to curl.

call……

At this moment, a figure flashed and stood directly in front of Sui Chunsheng. Who else could it be but Zhang Fan?
Almost at the same time, Zhang Fan opened and closed his palms, pushed Sui Chunsheng back with his left hand, clenched the five fingers of his right hand, formed the [Yang Seal], and then thrust forward fiercely.

hum...

Suddenly, everyone's faces changed drastically. They felt a buzzing in their ears and a strange sound suddenly appeared, like a dragon's roar or a sword's sound, piercing their eardrums.

"This is……"

At this moment, Liu Xingyu's eyes suddenly trembled. He saw Zhang Fan forming a seal with one hand, and there was no unusual phenomenon. However, his [Crimson Palace Fire] was swallowed up by an invisible air wave.

In a split second, he felt the true Yang in his body draining away at an extremely terrifying speed, as if it was evaporating and dissipating. His skin began to dry up, and his hair became dry, yellow, and curly...

Then, he felt that the air around him was evaporated and dried up, making it impossible to breathe.

boom……

Finally, Liu Xingyu couldn't bear it anymore. He took several steps back and put some distance between himself and Zhang Fan, and only then did he come out of that purgatory-like feeling.

"Taoist fire technique!?"

Liu Xingyu's face was solemn as he stared at Zhang Fan intently.

He originally thought that among these three people, Sui Chunsheng was the most important one, but he didn't expect that this silent man was the one who was truly powerful.

Taoist fire techniques also have different levels of proficiency, just like even though they are both sword masters, there are differences in the strength of their sword techniques.

Although he didn't see any fire in Zhang Fan's hand, Liu Xingyu was sure that this was definitely Taoist fire magic, and it was extremely profound and unfathomable.

"Is the Fire Dragon Pill Sword really so mysterious?"

Sui Chunsheng stared blankly at Zhang Fan's back with a strange look on his face.

Although I had seen Zhang Fan perform this skill once before in the Zhang family’s old house, this time it seemed different.

As it is a great method and a true Pure Yang disciple, even he could not see through the mystery of the [Fire Dragon Pill Sword].

"No wonder you are so confident and dare to come to my house to call for punishment. It turns out you brought an expert with you." Liu Xingyu said gritting his teeth.

"First, we are just asking questions as per the routine, not accusing you of any crime." Sui Chunsheng shook his head.

"Second, if we were truly confident, you shouldn't be standing there right now."

As he spoke, Sui Chunsheng pointed at Liu Xingyu's feet. The latter looked down and his expression suddenly changed.

Three scorch marks, like burns from fire or cuts from swords, intertwined with each other and deeply imprinted on the ground, actually surrounding him in the center.

This kind of method actually made Liu Xingyu feel fear in his heart, and his eyes trembled slightly when he looked at Zhang Fan.

"You are indeed a master. I admit defeat."

Liu Xingyu gritted his teeth and slowly withdrew his gaze from Zhang Fan, unwilling to look at him again.

"You guys come with me."

As he spoke, Liu Xingyu turned around and took them to the next room.

"This is the lounge for us cremators. Please take a seat."

Liu Xingyu's attitude softened a lot and he raised his hand to signal.

It turns out that fists are the real deal.

"Is the curator really not here? That old man just now..."

"Which uncle?" Liu Xingyu interrupted Sui Chunsheng.

"Uncle security guard." Zhan Xinyue said.

Liu Xingyu raised his eyebrows, glanced at the pair of senior and junior brothers and sisters, and then shook his head.

"We don't have a doorman here!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the lounge suddenly became extremely quiet.

"Who is in this painting?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan's voice came over. He did not participate in the conversation of the crowd, but his mind was attracted by an ancient painting hanging on the wall.

In the desolate mountains, with white clouds and bright sun in the sky, in front of an ancient Taoist temple, there is a Taoist priest wearing a cloak. His figure is almost as big as the dilapidated temple and looks extremely eye-catching.

The keynote of the whole painting is that the sky is high and the land is vast, bright and lively, but the Taoist priest is like a shadow, forming yin and yang with the sun, competing with the blue sky for height, and the imposing aura is almost about to burst out of the painting.

It was so special that it attracted Zhang Fan's attention at a glance.

"What is being painted is..." Liu Xingyu paused for a moment, but his next words made everyone look at him in surprise.

"The former number one expert in the world, the Taoist of Three Corpses!"

"Um!?"

After hearing this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but turn his head. Why would the industry under the name of Zhenwu Mountain enshrine the portrait of the Three Corpses Taoist?
(End of this chapter)