Pure Yang!

Chapter 161: Double Ninth Festival! A woman without a soul
The ninth day of September is the Double Ninth Festival.

In Taoism, a grand sacrifice is held every time this day comes, in which yellow earth and dew from heaven are taken to offer to the Emperor of Heaven in order to pay respect to God.

Because the ninth day of the ninth month is regarded as the best time to "ascend to heaven and become an immortal."

The ninth day of the ninth month is the day of Yang, and the double ninth day is the day of Double Ninth Festival. On this day, the clear air rises and the turbid air sinks. The higher the terrain, the more clear air gathers, and people can ascend to heaven on the clear air.

Therefore, there is a legend about ascending to heaven on the Double Ninth Festival.

Throughout the ages, figures like Zhenwu Emperor, Xuanyuan Emperor, Taoist Patriarch Zhang Daoling and many more all ascended to heaven in broad daylight on the Double Ninth Festival and became immortals.

It is said that the Double Ninth Festival is the time when all the immortals ascend to heaven.

In addition, for Taoism in the world today, the Double Ninth Festival has another special meaning. That is, more than 80 years ago, the Great Priesthood Ceremony and the great catastrophe of Taoism happened to occur on this day.

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

Zhongnan Mountain, Chongyang Palace.

The sound of bells echoed in all directions, and a wisp of incense rose up, like a cloud of smoke, hovering in the sky.

The sound of the Taoist chanting scriptures sounded slowly, melodious and profound.

On the top of the mountain, under the green pines, a tall figure sat cross-legged on a rock as round as a millstone, gazing at the Chongyang Palace in the distance.

"Junior brother, the ceremony has already begun, aren't you going?"

At this moment, an old voice came from behind. The middle-aged Taoist priest didn't even turn his head. His eyes were lowered and his expression was a little lonely.

"Brother, you should know that I don't like to join in the fun."

"The ritual of worshipping the gods and paying homage to the heavens has become a scene in your mouth."

In the howling mountain wind, an old man came over. He had white hair and a youthful face, and a kind expression. His gentle gaze fell on the middle-aged Taoist priest, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Ye Beichen, the youngest celestial master in Zhongnan Mountain, is known as the "Twin Heavens" together with Liu Nanxu of Zhenwu Mountain. Both of them have long been ranked among the world's great masters.

Logically speaking, when one reaches this state, one has no thoughts and all dust has settled. One is no longer affected by this turbid world. One's mind is like flowing water, going with the flow, but in harmony with nature.

But every Double Ninth Festival, he would be alone, watching the clouds roll by, the wind rise and fall, with a lonely look on his face, and would sit there all night.

"Ten years have passed, a full ten years have passed. If you can't let it go, I'm afraid disaster is not far away." The old man with gray hair narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a worried look.

Ye Beichen, although still young, had achieved the position of Heavenly Master before he was fifty years old. He was the hope of Mount Zhongnan and would be qualified to reach the Pure Yang Wuji realm in the future.

Zhenwu Mountain gave birth to a man named Chu Chaoran, who was pure yang and infinite. He brought a hundred years of good fortune to Zhenwu Mountain and made him the leader of all Taoist sects in the world.

If such a person can emerge from Mount Zhongnan, his glory will be eternal and the road will be prosperous.

However, Ye Beichen seemed to have an obsession in his heart, and this obsession was deeply rooted and would definitely bear bad consequences.

The calamity brought about by the Heavenly Master's obsession is terrible.

"The Supreme Forgetting is not being heartless. Planting obsessions and cutting off emotional ties... This is also a kind of practice."

Ye Beichen murmured softly, his eyes were as deep as the abyss, without any ripples, as if he had entered into an extremely mysterious realm.

The old man looked at him but remained silent.

"It's been ten years... Ten years ago, it was also Double Ninth Festival, the Dragon, Tiger and Red Moon. Such a bright and beautiful person like her passed away."

Suddenly, Ye Beichen spoke, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

"Li Linglong!"

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and when he mentioned that name, a hint of murderous intent surged in his turbid eyes.

"Who would have thought that the little girl back then was actually a nobody? You let the wolf into the house and actually let her live in the mountains for half a year, almost destroying the foundation left by the ancestors."

Having said that, the old man looked at Ye Beichen with a little more resentment in his eyes.

"But she didn't..."

“It was because of the blessing of our ancestors that we were spared from great disaster.” The old man gritted his teeth.

"Why should I blame her for something that didn't happen? She is no longer here..." Ye Beichen murmured softly, the look in his eyes becoming increasingly lonely.

"That evil woman was indeed your calamity. Fortunately, she is no longer with us," the old man said in a deep voice.

"fortunately!?"

Rumble…

A strong wind suddenly blew up around Ye Beichen, like the emotion of heaven, blowing away the clouds in the valley in front of him.

"That man failed to protect her...the divine and demonic fetus has really become a joke." There was a hint of indifference in Ye Beichen's eyes.

As soon as these words came out, the old man's face trembled slightly, and he looked at Ye Beichen meaningfully.

"The Great Spirit King is indeed a character. He faked his death for ten years to escape... This time, the White Crane Temple surrounded him in Ailao Mountain. They thought they could get rid of him once and for all, but they didn't expect to suffer heavy losses..." The old man's voice became increasingly low.

This news had already spread throughout the world's ten famous Taoist mountains half a month ago, and naturally reached Ye Beichen's ears.

Therefore, on this special day, the old man came here specially because he was afraid that he...

"I won't go down the mountain." Ye Beichen seemed to see through the old man's thoughts and shook his head.

"That man has already escaped the fifth calamity of [Great Night Without Dawn], he has great magical powers, and his holy fetus has been formed. I am no match for him."

Ye Beichen's voice was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. His emotions were intertwined, his memories were complicated, but he was quieter and more terrifying than ever before.

Those eyes seemed to penetrate the clouds, mountains and fog, and see through the reality of the world.

"The Great Spirit King, he faked his death for ten years to escape the great calamity. I'm afraid the world will be in turmoil in the future."

A look of worry appeared on the old man's face.

Of course, the world is in turmoil. Ten years ago, Zhang Lingzong reopened Mount Longhu and escaped unscathed. The whereabouts of the items he brought out of the mountain are still unknown.

That thing was related to the great calamity of Taoism. Back then, countless masters gathered at the foot of Longhu Mountain for that thing.

Now that the man is not dead, the world is naturally in unrest, whether it is new or old grudges, or the whereabouts of that object.

"The law of the birth and death of all things, if there is a strong one, there will be a weak one..."

At this moment, Ye Beichen spoke, and his voice brought the old man back to his senses.

"He is not invincible. He has had his own great enemies throughout his life..."

"You mean..." The old man's heart moved, as if he thought of something.

"That old friend in the north is his nemesis..."

The old man remained silent. Ever since the Great Spiritual Sect King came out of nowhere, there seemed to be a great enemy on his road to rise, who was as mysterious and powerful as he was.

"That old friend's surname is also Zhang..."

Ye Beichen's eyes were fixed as he whispered, "If he knew that the King of the Great Spiritual Sect had escaped the calamity, he would not remain indifferent."

As he spoke, Ye Beichen looked towards the vast sky.

Since ancient times, the way of heaven has favored the weak and disliked the strong. With an existence like the Great Spiritual King, how could there not be someone in the world who can restrain him?
The way of heaven is to reduce the surplus and make up for the deficiency. This is the principle.

"I understand." The old man nodded.

Now, what Zhongnan Mountain needs to do is to do nothing.

"Senior Brother, please go ahead. I want to be alone for a while." Ye Beichen said in a low voice.

The old man looked at him deeply, said nothing, and turned away.

On the huge mountain, there was only that lonely figure left.

"I had no intention of offending Jing Hong, but Jing Hong entered my heart."

Floating clouds in the daytime, green pines and solid rocks, Ye Beichen placed his right hand in his arms, with his five fingers together, as if holding something important, and his whispers gradually dissipated in the sobbing wind.

……

Yujing City, suburban cemetery.

Zhang Fan rushed over early in the morning, bringing incense, candles, paper money, and fruit offerings.

Today, the Double Ninth Festival, is not only his birthday, but also the anniversary of his mother Li Linglong's death. Earlier, Zhang Lingzong told him that his mother died in a car accident ten years ago.

But now, Zhang Fan is no longer an idiot. Ever since he came down from Zhenwu Mountain, he has been learning every little bit and every clue... Especially after he merged with the evil spirit and met the snake Bai Yujing in Xuanmiao Temple...

He already knew many truths about the past.

If what Sishe told him was true, then his mother was the zodiac sign of the previous generation, and she did not die in a car accident, but died in the Red Moon of Dragon and Tiger ten years ago, in that great battle.

Whatever the truth is, today is indeed an important day.

Li Linglong, ten years anniversary of death.

Zhang Fan dialed Zhang Lingzong's cell phone as usual, but still no one answered.

"That's outrageous."

Zhang Fan felt dissatisfied. It would have been fine if he had ignored her on normal days, but on such an important day, she was silent. Not only did she not come back, she didn't even call.

As a father and a husband, it was indeed a bit too much.

"If mom wasn't dead, she would have beaten dad to death."

Zhang Fan murmured softly, but many delusions arose in his mind, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

If mom wasn't dead, dad really wouldn't need to come back.

such a pity……

"Ten years..."

Zhang Fan looked a little lonely. Although his impression of Li Linglong had become increasingly faint, he had not celebrated his birthday since the incident ten years ago.

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan had just arrived at the cemetery, and from a distance he saw a person standing in front of Li Linglong's tombstone, with incense sticks in the incense burner and smoke rising.

Zhang Fan stood in a daze at a distance, looking around.

He was a man, about 40 or 50 years old. His build and height were somewhat similar to Zhang Lingzong, but he was a little sturdier and wore a pair of black sunglasses.

"Excuse me, are you..."

Zhang Fan walked over with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Over the years, apart from them and their son, no one else has come to pay homage to Li Linglong's tomb.

"You are Zhang Fan, right?"

At this moment, the man took off his sunglasses, revealing his three-dimensional facial features, especially his pair of dark eyes, which were extremely deep and revealed a unique look.

"Excuse me, who are you..." Zhang Fan asked again.

"I am an old friend of your parents, from the north..." the man whispered.

"You've grown so big."

"Uncle, have we met before?" Zhang Fan asked curiously.

He seldom heard Zhang Lingzong talk about the past, so naturally he didn't know much about their so-called friends.

The only person Zhang Fan knew was Liu Fusheng.

"I saw it once when you were still a baby."

The man chuckled and looked Zhang Fan up and down. That look made Zhang Fan's back tremble and he inexplicably gave rise to a special feeling.

"In the blink of an eye, I have grown into a big guy..."

"Time only makes people grow old." The man couldn't help but sigh softly, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

"uncle……"

Zhang Fan saw this and realized that this uncle must have a very good relationship with his parents. Even after not seeing him for ten years, he still felt so emotional.

"Your father is not back?"

At this moment, the man suddenly changed the subject and asked about Zhang Lingzong.

"No..." Zhang Fan shook his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

It’s the tenth anniversary of my mother’s death, and her husband didn’t come back, but instead he was asked about it by other people. It’s really outrageous.

"Do you know where he is?" The man slowly withdrew his gaze from Li Linglong's tombstone and looked at Zhang Fan.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him for a long time."

Zhang Fan shook his head. To be honest, if he didn't know Zhang Lingzong's background, he would have called the police.

"Yeah!?"

The man nodded and put on his sunglasses: "If you see your father, tell him that an old friend from the north has been here..."

As he spoke, the man patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder, turned around and left.

"Uncle, what's your name? How do I tell my dad?" Zhang Fan asked loudly, looking at the man's receding back.

"My last name is Zhang!"

The man waved his hand, walked away without looking back, and gradually disappeared from Zhang Fan's sight.

"Uncle Zhang!?"

Zhang Fan murmured softly. He could see that Uncle Zhang had a very good relationship with their family, otherwise he would not have come all the way from the north on the tenth anniversary of his mother's death.

This affection is worth a fortune.

"More reliable than my dad. Mom, can you please send him a dream when you have time and ask him to contact me?"

Zhang Fan curled his lips, put down the incense, candles, paper money, and offerings in his hand, and started to clean the tombstone. After a busy period, he finally burned all the food and daily necessities.

"Dad's dad is a monster, dad's mom is a monster..."

At this moment, a pleasant cell phone ringtone rang. Zhang Fan took out his phone and saw that the caller ID was Bai Bu Ran.

"Huh? I asked for leave." Zhang Fan looked strange.

Today is Li Linglong's death anniversary. He had already asked for leave in advance. Bai Buran actually called so early. He must have something else important...

With this in mind, Zhang Fan answered the phone.

"Hey, Boss..."

"What!?"

On the other end of the phone, Bai Buran's words made Zhang Fan's face change instantly.

"I will be right back."

Zhang Fan hung up the phone, his face looking heavy and a little ugly.

Just now, Bai Bu Ran told him on the phone that Jiang Lai was missing in Dongshan Province.

In the brazier, the fire was blazing, and the burning paper money was swirling in the air, floating away into the distance...

There seems to be a gloomy haze pressing down on the sky!
……

Shangjing City, Baihe Temple.

In a quiet alchemy room, the flickering firelight illuminates the portrait of the ancestor hanging on the wall.

At this time, a young man was sitting at the table, looking at a stack of documents in his hand, but a strange look appeared on his handsome face.

"A woman without a soul? How could such a special thing exist in this world?"

The young man murmured softly, but stood up.

A middle-aged Taoist priest nearby saw this and his face changed slightly. He couldn't help but ask, "Chang Geng, are you going to Dongshan Province in person?!"

(End of this chapter)