Pure Yang!

Chapter 187: Taoist Priest in the Wonderful Temple! Meeting an Old Friend in the Mountains (5k Chapter)

The red flames illuminate the night sky, just like red candles lighting the edge of the Milky Way.

In the vast wilderness, Zhang Fan was like a bright lamp in the dark night, with a raging fire that illuminated the gloomy darkness and covered an area of ​​one kilometer in radius, scaring hundreds of ghosts to cry at night and making the evening wind creepy.

"What a master... Yujing City is indeed the capital of Jiangnan Province, with outstanding people and beautiful scenery, and many hidden talents."

At this moment, on a small mound in the distance, two pairs of eyes were staring in the direction of Zhang Fan and others.

In the hazy night, a man in a windbreaker wrapped his tall figure. His eyes were like an owl's, glowing with a different kind of brilliance in the darkness. When his soul was observing, the flames that shot up into the sky were reflected in the depths of his pupils.

Behind the man followed a woman, who was tall and not particularly good-looking, but had a very special temperament, just like a ray of light in the wind.

"Better than you, so what?"

The woman came over and stood side by side with the man. She looked in the direction of Zhang Fan and others and asked.

"The Palace Master once said that once people start to compare themselves, they will gradually stray away from the Tao."

Tao has no distinction between high and low, good and evil, strong and weak...

"The purpose of cultivating the Tao is to achieve immortality, while the purpose of being foolish is to fight and be ruthless."

Fang Changying spoke softly, slowly retracted his gaze, and looked towards the desolate mountain hidden in the night in the distance.

"You are so bold, no wonder the Palace Master thinks highly of you. Even that lunatic Zhao Jiexuan would retreat when he sees you."

Jiang Li's mouth corners slightly raised, and a meaningful smile appeared on her pretty face.

When that name was mentioned, Fang Changying's gaze became more reserved.

"Zhao Jiexuan... this person is hiding very deeply, and he is obsessed with entering the [Yuan Palace]. There is something wrong with him." Fang Changying said lightly.

"The Three Palaces took away Xuan Zhao Ming... It is said that the founder left all the secrets of [Three Corpses Illuminating Life] there, among which the Yuan Palace is the most mysterious..." Jiang Li said in a serious voice.

Yuan Palace, which corresponds to the Niwan in the human body, is the residence of the Yuanshen and is naturally mysterious.

No disciple of Wuwei can enter and leave Yuan Palace at will. Only when Xiao inherits the throne, can they enter the palace to pay a visit and see the master of Yuan Palace.

"It's simply a foolish dream for him to enter the Yuan Palace."

Fang Changying shook his head without any worry.

It is not easy for Wuwei disciples to find the legendary Taoist temple, let alone enter the magnificent Yuan Palace.

At this moment, his eyes were fixed as he stared at the desolate mountains in silence.

"Haven't you decided whether to go into the mountains?" Jiang Li couldn't help but ask.

The sky has black and white, the earth has yin and yang, and every place has a place of extreme yin, which is a hotbed of supernatural powers and a paradise for mountain spirits and monsters.

Yujing City is the leader of all water dragons in the world, and its most yin place is Luohuang Mountain.

I don’t know how many evil spirits are hidden in this mountain, and how many monsters and demons have been born there.

But if it were just this, a master like Fang Changying would not be so hesitant and cautious.

"The wonderful temple is full of wonders... Who would have known that there would be a Taoist temple on a desolate mountain in Yujing City..."

"A Taoist temple and a Taoist priest are the best in the world." Fang Changying murmured softly.

Although Luohuang Mountain is a barren mountain with no human habitation, there is a Taoist temple hidden in the mountain, covered by grass and trees, buried in the wilderness, and no one cares about it.

There was only one Taoist priest in that Taoist temple, but that Taoist priest was a rare master who had once fought with the living immortal from Zhenwu Mountain and escaped unscathed.

"The Palace Master said that the [Master of Jue Miao Temple]'s cultivation is earth-shattering, enough to rank among the top five in the world, or even the top three."

A solemn look also emerged on Jiang Li's pretty face. To be able to receive such praise from the [Lord of Xuan Palace], one can imagine how high this person's cultivation level is.

"Masters like these usually have strange temperaments. Rushing into them rashly would only lead to disaster rather than blessing. It's better to wait a little longer."

Fang Changying made a decision. He was not fully prepared yet, so he naturally could not rush into the mountains.

"Let's go."

As he spoke, Fang Changying turned around and was about to leave.

call……

At this moment, at the foot of the hill, a car with dazzling headlights on was bumping past on a road that was not a road, and drove off into the distance.

"Five Spirits Rainbow Light... This car is heading towards Luohuang Mountain."

The roar of the car attracted Jiang Li's attention.

"Don't worry about it." Fang Changying didn't care and turned away.

The desolate mountain is not a good place. Anyone who dares to go to such a place in the middle of the night is either ignorant or not a good person.

……

At this moment, in the quiet and deserted wilderness, Zhang Fan stopped his tactics. Within a radius of three thousand meters, there was not even a ghost. All that was left was the whistling night wind in his ears and those stunned and trembling gazes.

Qi Ji stared at Zhang Fan blankly, as if he didn't recognize him.

He remembered that when the Shen family was refining talismans, Zhang Fan was only at the [Apprentice] level. It had only been half a year, and the scene just now had frightened his soul so much that he couldn't move.

Not to mention him, even Jiang Hu has not yet recovered. How could he have been transformed after a business trip to Dongshan Province?

The noise just now was not very loud, but without casting any magic, there was a phenomenon of hundreds of ghosts crying at night. This kind of means was no longer something Zhang Fan had ever possessed.

"Where does this person come from?"

At the moment, the most shocked and the most difficult to understand are naturally Ji Fengting and Mo Yun, the two Maoshan newcomers.

Maoshan is a major Taoist sect and one of the top ten mountain sects in the world. With such an origin, he naturally has an arrogance that is different from ordinary people. Not to mention that Ji Fengting is highly expected by the elders in the sect, otherwise they would not let Qi Ji take him down the mountain for training.

Because of this, from the beginning, he looked down on Jiang Hu and Zhang Fan.

One is an abandoned disciple of Maoshan, and the other is a casual cultivator who roams the city with unknown origins. Naturally, they cannot be compared with the authentic Maoshan.

however……

The [Red Lantern Talisman] that he was so proud of only illuminated an area of ​​five meters in radius and could only scare away a few wandering spirits and evil spirits.

The man in front of him did not show any magic or skills, but a mere trace of his pressure could produce such a powerful aura. No ghost could be seen within a radius of three thousand meters.

"Is that human being!?"

Ji Fengting lowered his head and glanced at Zhang Fan subconsciously. At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance he just had. His eyes were wandering and he didn't even dare to look at Zhang Fan's eyes.

"Senior brother...senior brother..."

At this moment, Mo Yun pulled Ji Fengting's clothes and drew his attention back.

"After three days of absence, I look at you with new eyes. You..."

Qi Ji walked over. In front of his two junior brothers and sisters, he could only pretend to be calm so as not to lose face. He muttered a few words, but really didn't know what to say. The look he gave Zhang Fan became a little complicated.

Half a year ago, when he was at the Shen family, Zhang Fan's cultivation was not as good as his, but now...

It’s beyond reach, really beyond reach.

"Now you know what it means that there is always someone better than you."

Qi Ji looked at Ji Fengting who was approaching and spoke softly and coldly, with the style of a senior brother.

Ji Fengting was silent, like a defeated rooster or a listless castrated donkey.

At this moment, his talent, his pride, and even his most important identity as a Maoshan disciple, seemed to be worthless in front of Zhang Fan.

Qi Ji's words were like a loud slap in the face, hitting his bare buttocks without any shame.

"No matter how high your Taoism is, if you don't cultivate your mind, it will only be an obstacle." Qi Ji never stopped.

This was one of the reasons why he sought out Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu. Taoism can be practiced, but one cannot temper his will without falling a few times and losing face.

"Brother, we got it." Mo Yun was the most obedient and spoke softly.

"I remember."

Ji Fengting nodded heavily, as if only now he had begun to behave like a junior apprentice brother.

“Always remember this feeling, and no matter how far you go in the future, don’t think you’ve reached the top.”

Qi Ji still gave this junior fellow disciple some face and waved his hand: "You guys go, but don't go too far."

After all, the purpose of this trip is to practice Taoism and study the art of talismans in actual combat.

Zhang Fan was too ruthless. He suppressed all the wandering souls and evil spirits within a radius of three thousand meters, making them disappear without a trace.

"Yes, senior brother."

Ji Fengting nodded, turned around and left. He glanced at Zhang Fan and paused for a moment, but did not dare to stay. The scene just now seemed to have left a mark in his heart, with a far-reaching impact. It would take him three to five years to get over it.

"You are a good teacher now."

Jiang Hu looked at the two figures moving further and further away, and couldn't help but look at Qi Ji and joked.

"The inheritance of Maoshan incense has always relied on the guidance and help from fellow disciples... This is an old tradition." Qi Ji said lightly.

"You have only been down the mountain for a few years, you can't forget it."

Jiang Hu remained silent upon hearing this.

At the beginning, when they were in the mountains, it was the teacher who taught them the Dharma, but their daily practice was led by their senior brothers and sisters.

In a flash, many years have passed.

"This junior brother named Ji Fengting seems to be a proud and arrogant person. You should teach him a lesson in public today. If he turns out to be narrow-minded, you will have to bear the consequences one day." Jiang Hu chuckled.

The human heart is the most unpredictable. Everyone has their own unique faces. Sometimes, even if you have good intentions, if your methods are wrong, you will still make the other person unhappy, and only create hatred instead of kindness.

"Although he is a little arrogant, his character is good." Qi Ji said confidently. When choosing disciples, Maoshan pays special attention to their character. If one's heart is not pure, he will not be able to receive the true teachings.

"What's more, if I can't even control my junior brother, there's no point in practicing Taoism." Qi Ji chuckled.

“Don’t be too confident. Things change over time. Don’t look down on young people because they are poor.”

Jiang Hu joked: "There are many old guys who have overturned their cars."

Although the relationship between the two has eased a lot, there is still some conflict between them.

"Qi Ji..."

At this moment, Zhang Fan suddenly spoke.

"I almost forgot, how did you practice? Did you take drugs?"

Qi Ji turned his head and looked at Zhang Fan. He couldn't help but move closer and ask.

“They’ve gone too far.”

Zhang Fan looked at the vast night sky. It seemed that there was no trace of Ji Fengting and Mo Yun in the vast wilderness.

In the suburbs in the dark night, there is no light at all and visibility is very low.

"Call them and ask them to come back." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

Qi Ji was stunned for a moment, then nodded, took out his cell phone and dialed Ji Fengting's number.

beep...beep...beep...

A quick, short busy tone came from the other end of the phone.

"I can't get through. My cell phone has no signal!?" Qi Ji frowned, looking at the vast night and the desolate mountain not far away.

"They won't go into the mountains, will they?" Jiang Hu couldn't help but say.

He had been in Yujing City for many years, so he naturally knew what kind of place Luohuang Mountain was.

"No, I have warned you again and again not to enter Luohuang Mountain. Moreover, our master also gave us instructions when we go down the mountain." Qi Ji shook his head.

"What if your junior brother is born with a rebellious nature?" Jiang Hu whispered, "He doesn't look like an obedient child."

"It's also possible that they themselves don't know, and just..."

Qi Ji was on the phone again, mumbling something.

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu looked at each other. Ordinary people can encounter "ghost covering their eyes", and Taoists can also encounter it, but the thing that can "cover their eyes" is not something that ordinary people can afford.

"Still can't get through."

Qi Ji's expression turned a little ugly. Perhaps his fellow disciples really went into Luohuang Mountain. Only there would there be a disordered magnetic field and bad signals.

"Okay, you guys look around here, and I'll look towards the mountains," Zhang Fan suggested.

He is skilled and brave, so he doesn't have too much fear.

Qi Ji and Jiang Hu looked at each other and could only nod.

With their current cultivation level, they are naturally no match for Zhang Fan, so there is no need to show off at this time.

"Please." Qi Ji held Zhang Fan's hands and said solemnly.

Those were his fellow apprentice brothers and sisters, and he was the one who brought them down the mountain. If something happened to them, he would never feel at ease for the rest of his life.

"rest assured."

Zhang Fan took a step forward and followed the direction where Ji Fengting and Mo Yun had just disappeared.

He turned on the flashlight on his phone and watched his feet, but visibility was too low.

After a while, Zhang Fan arrived at the foot of Luohuang Mountain. Under the dim light, he could see broken dead branches.

“Isn’t he really going into the mountains?”

Zhang Fan looked up and saw that it was an undeveloped barren mountain without even a road.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped into the mountain.

There are no roads in the barren mountains, but there are hidden paths, many of which are trampled by mountain animals.

Yujing City is located in a strategic location, surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side. In the university town, some universities even have wild boars. It is not uncommon to see wild boars in mountains like this. Of course, there will not be large animals like tigers and bears, but it is hard to say.

hiss... hiss...

At this moment, a strange sound came from a distance.

With the help of the bright white moonlight, Zhang Fan saw a huge black python, its body shining with oil. It was looking towards the moon, expressing its thoughts and making subtle but harsh sounds.

Most of the spirits in the mountains have the instinct to practice by gazing at the moon.

In the past, some dogs, cats, and even yellow-skinned mice in rural areas would instinctively look up at the moon and absorb its essence over time.

This may be the spiritual practice instinct given to animals by God. When they grow old enough, they will awaken automatically.

Even in today's cities, there are many people who keep dogs and cats, and they often see their pets looking up at the moon, motionless, for a long time.

If you encounter this kind of situation, you don't have to be afraid. A real animal has one obvious characteristic: look at its eyes...

If there is a shadow of the moon in its eyes, it is just normal daze, but if there is no shadow of the moon, it means it has become a spirit.

At this moment, the shadow of the moon was reflected in the pupils of this big black python, but it was extremely blurry and was about to dissipate. It was obvious that it had just figured out the way and was about to become a spirit.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan did not disturb them. The animals that often lived in the desolate mountains had never harmed anyone. They finally had the chance to become spirits, and he did not want to ruin their chance.

Zhang Fan walked quickly, bypassing the area where the big black python was lurking, and continued walking along the secluded path in the mountains.

"It's getting foggy!?"

After a while, a white mist surged in the mountain. Under the hazy moonlight, the barren mountain looked even more eerie and dreamy. From time to time, the sounds of insects and birds could be heard around, accompanied by an unknown low roar...

"Um!?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up and he saw two figures not far ahead.

He took a step forward and moved closer, and sure enough, he saw Ji Fengting and Mo Yun lying upright under a big tree.

Waves of milky white mist seemed to have life, wrapping around their limbs and spreading towards their heads.

Zhang Fan waved his hand and a strong wind blew, but it failed to blow away the milky white mist.

"Dead man's fog!?" Zhang Fan's eyes darkened slightly.

He had seen similar records in the [Taoist Secret Records].

The so-called death fog is a strange fog that is formed over time when someone dies in the mountains. Once inhaled, it is like eating mushrooms, causing countless hallucinations, and the body gradually becomes paralyzed, and eventually people stay in the mountains forever. The corpse becomes a breeding ground for the death fog.

The more corpses it consumes, the stronger the fog becomes.

In ancient times, some Taoists would go into the mountains specifically to look for [Death Fog] to make elixirs. Some sinister Taoists would even raise [Death Fog] to guard the mountain gates.

"The book says that if you encounter this kind of fog, all you have to do is grab a handful of soil nearby and put it in your mouth." Zhang Fan looked around.

All things are interdependent and mutually exclusive. If there is something strong, there will be something that is suppressed.

Just like some people accidentally eat poisonous mushrooms in the mountains, there are often detoxifying herbs nearby.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan walked to the side, grabbed two handfuls of soil, and stuffed them into Ji Fengting and Mo Yun's mouths respectively.

Sure enough, as soon as the soil entered the mouth, the wriggling milky white mist began to shrink and retreat. The two men frowned and let out a painful groan.

"You are lucky." Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

The people have been found, and we just need to wait for them to wake up and bring them out of the mountain. This will also be an explanation to Qi Ji.

"This is weird, how did he get in?"

Zhang Fan took a quick glance at the two people who were in a coma and couldn't help but feel curious. He thought that he could only wait until they woke up to find out the truth.

"Tsk tsk, this is really interesting. In this day and age, there are actually people who dare to come into the deserted mountains in the middle of the night."

At this moment, a strange sound rang out in the mountains, echoing in the vast fog.

Such a sound is like the hissing of an old owl, hoarse and harsh, scraping the heart and scratching the lungs.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw a ball of fire flickering in the vast fog. In the reflection, there was a pair of green eyes staring at him. At first glance, they looked like lanterns, and they were making strange "hehehe" laughter.

It is true, the hundred-year-old owl has become a wood ghost, and laughter rises from the green fire nest.

Such a strange artistic conception comes to the face.

"Monster!?" Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

This kind of aura is definitely not that of an ordinary monster, not even a monster like Stone Gecko or Su Shiyu.

Anyone who can cultivate into a demon in this desolate mountain is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Little ghost, you have some knowledge. I am the master of Juemiao Temple who enlightened me..."

A cold voice came from the flickering fire, and the green eyes stared at Zhang Fan, and the voice stopped abruptly.

"Huh!? It's you?"

After hearing this, Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment.

"Have you seen me!?"

"Of course I have. Ten years ago, you came here... A man took you into the mountains..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure jumped out from the thick fog. It was a big, shiny black rat.

(End of this chapter)