Pure Yang!

Chapter 189 Chu Chaoran’s Thoughts! Wandering in the Memories of the Three Corpses
The pure white sky is not stained by dust, and a big monster appears in the fierce mountain!
Bai Bu Ran walked along the desolate mountain path, holding a flashlight in one hand and a bag in the other.
The big black rat slowly stretched out its body like a small dog, as if it had met an old friend, and actually came forward, its green eyes fixed on the cow paper bag in Bai Bu Ran's hand.

"Brother Hei, did you fight with someone?"

Bai Bu Ran smelled the burning smell in the air, looked at the black rat again, and couldn't help but ask.

"You're laughing. Who dares to run to Luohuang Mountain and fight with me?" Black Rat sneered.

"I didn't say it was a person..." Bai Buran seemed to have deep meaning.

There are more than just Black Rat in the mountains, and they occasionally fight with each other, but Black Rat's words clearly suggest he is trying to cover up his mistake.

"Brother Bai, what good things did you bring me this time?"

Black Rat's beard trembled and he quickly changed the subject. His face was as important as the sky and he could not lose face in front of anyone.

"Small dried fish, Yanglan Mountain, the gods drank it and went into the mountains..."

Bai Bu Ran put down the paper bag in his hand and took out a box of braised dried fish and a bottle of Yanglanshan tea.

"Tsk tsk, those old cats love to eat this stuff, and we mice can't lose face."

The black rat stretched out its claws, and its long nails were like hooks. It opened the lunch box, swept its tail, wrapped a small dried fish around it, and put it into its mouth, savoured the taste, rolled up the opened Yanglanshan, and raised its head to drink.

The dried fish tastes better with wine the more you drink it. A sip of the spicy flavor seems to sweep away all the unhappiness.

There was a crescent moon in the sky, deep in the mountains and old forests, and a black-haired mouse was eating dried fish and drinking wine. It was lying against a rock like a human being, with a weird and joyful look on its face.

"Brother Bai, please go up the mountain." The black rat was happy. He squinted his eyes, swept his tail across, and whipped in the air, making a piercing sound, which startled hundreds of birds in the mountains and made them fly away.

"Brother Hei, drink slowly."

As he spoke, Bai Bu Ran stood up and walked towards the mountain.

Black Mouse squinted his eyes and looked at Bai Bu Ran's back which was getting farther and farther away, and couldn't help revealing a look of envy.

"If I could be like him, go up the mountain from time to time and listen to the master's teachings, how could I be in such a mess tonight?" Black Rat murmured softly, and the figure of Zhang Fan appeared in his mind.

"Little devil, wait for me."

"Pah, pah, pah... What a crap thing, it's so disgusting. Cats are cats, and animals are animals. They can only eat these unpresentable things."

The black rat felt disgusted and swept its tail, spilling all the dried fish in the box into the forest.

……

The moon is in the sky, and the sky is desolate.

A Taoist temple is hidden among the rocks and trees. The gurgling water flows around the temple, and the rustling sound makes the mountain more ethereal.

The Taoist temple was not very big. The windows on the wall looked like two eyes. On an old plaque were written three large characters [Jue Miao Guan]. The characters looked like dragons and snakes emerging from the land, as if they had flown out from deep mountains and swamps.

It was the middle of the night and there was no one in sight in the Taoist temple in the mountains.

Bai Bu Ran pushed the door open and walked straight to the main hall of the palace. The dim candlelight was shining through. There was a clay sculpture standing on the altar, but it was covered with red cloth, which looked quite strange.

"You came."

At this moment, a peaceful voice sounded in the hall, and it sounded quite young.

"I am coming."

Bai Bu Ran stopped, followed the sound to the corner, and finally stopped beside the candlestick.

His eyes were slightly focused, revealing respect.

"Guanzhu."

"Tell me something interesting that happened outside recently."

The peaceful voice sounded again, but it was filled with a hint of expectation.

"There has been a lot of commotion in Dongshan Province recently. The Lord of the Crimson Palace showed up and had a fight with the headmaster of Laoshan and Liu Nanxu of Zhenwu Mountain."

Although Bai Bu Ran was in Yujing, he still knew such a secret matter well.

You know, Zhang Fan didn't mention a word about his return from this fight.

"Ming Shenshou... the gods who feed on air are immortal. He has not insulted this title. Now he is the master of a palace. It seems that he has stolen a lot of magical powers over the years."

A calm voice sounded, with a hint of a chuckle.

"You actually know?"

"The magical power that Ming Shen Shou awakened is called [Stolen Divine Machine]. When he first awakened, he had no power at all and was treated as a joke."

The peaceful voice echoed in the cold and quiet hall, as if one knew everything in the world without leaving the Taoist temple.

"It is a pity that there are so many mediocre and foolish people in the world. How can they know the majesty of the Tao, which is not manifested in the power of external appearances."

“Mystical power is self-defeating… That powerless magical power is the nemesis of all magical powers in the world.”

The Taoist [Supernatural Power Council] classified Ming Shenshou's [Stealing the Divine Machine] as a seventh-grade supernatural power, because it itself does not have any power at all.

However, it is this [Seventh-Rank Supernatural Power] that can plunder other people's supernatural powers. Especially when Ming Shenshou's Taoism becomes more and more profound, the horror of this man is truly revealed.

"Li Chengge is quite good. When he was young, he was able to enter the Taoist temple of Wuwei Sect. I know that he will be a great man in the future."

"Liu Nanxu has achieved the status of Heavenly Master, but he seldom comes down the mountain. He doesn't know that the mortal world is the place to become an immortal. His future achievements are probably very limited."

The peaceful voice continued slowly, and he was giving instructions on how to deal with the world in this small Taoist temple. All the great masters in the world, such as Ming Shenshou, Li Chengge, Liu Nanxu and the like, seemed ordinary to him.

"Li Changgeng of Baihe Temple has left Shangjing and is now nowhere to be found." Bai Buran continued.

"That young man has mastered [Seizing the Luck of Heaven and Earth], which is a method of dominance in the world. He has inherited the Dharma lineage of the White Crane Temple..."

"Back then, when [Mountains were destroyed and temples destroyed], the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain and the founder of Baihe Temple almost killed all the Wuwei Sect members. If the ancestral temple had not been destroyed, how could we have the situation today?"

"White Crane Temple is indeed unfathomable."

The peaceful voice suddenly stopped, and the hall returned to its former tranquility.

The once glorious Longhu Mountain is no longer there, but Baihe Temple is still as prosperous as ever, which shows how extraordinary this lineage is.

"You go ahead..."

After a brief silence, the peaceful voice sounded again.

Bai Bu Ran continued to talk about some things in the Taoist outside world, most of which were just trivial matters and just topics for after-dinner conversation.

“You long for the outside world.”

At this moment, Bai Bu Ran suddenly spoke.

"There's no way. I'm trapped here by Chu Chaoran." A calm voice sounded slowly, without any concealment of the current predicament.

For him, Luohuang Mountain is more like a cage than a training ground.

Fortunately, Bai Bu Ran can come and go freely, becoming his channel to understand the outside world.

"Have you ever fought with Master Chaoran?!" Bai Bu Ran asked.

"You know."

"But I don't know how you fought him, and how you were trapped here." Bai Bu Ran expressed his curiosity.

There is nothing wrong with losing to Chu Chaoran. The key is that there are only a handful of people in this world who are qualified to challenge him. As for getting away with it unscathed, it is even more shocking.

There is no doubt that the Master of Juemiao Temple is one of the few.

"I made a bet with him."

At this moment, the peaceful voice sounded again, telling the dusty past.

"What bet?" Bai Bu Ran asked.

"Betting on his thoughts."

"The thoughts of Master Chaoran!?" Bai Bu Ran said in astonishment.

"In the Pure Yang Realm, the True Person's Great Position... Such an existence is already a thought away, holding on to the One Return to the True Self... Their thoughts are terrifying."

All things are impermanent, only thoughts are the master. Even this empty and false world is born from thoughts.

Buddhism says that reality is no form, and Confucianism says that there is nothing outside the mind.

When nothing exists, within the heaven and earth, within nature, there is only one thought, which can be called the beginning, can become the Tao, can become the Buddha...

The name is not important. Everything in the real world originates from that thought.

Some people say that the so-called Pangu creating the world may just be an outward appearance, which is the scene of the explosion of the thought called "Taichu".

That thought gave birth to everything.

The desire for life gave rise to living beings, and living beings gradually developed thoughts. They wanted to keep warm, so fire was created. They wanted to record, so words were created...

Countless thoughts interweave, like a frame, constructing the real world.

To practice spiritual cultivation is to cut off all acquired thoughts and to comprehend the primordial thoughts within the innate spirit.

That is why, in this world, if you can control your thoughts, you can do whatever you want.

For example, if you want to get rich, as long as you hold on to this idea without any doubt or confusion, you can achieve it. Of course, your own thoughts will also be affected by the thoughts of others, thus affecting the results.

This is true for ordinary people, but for practitioners with profound Taoism and great supernatural powers, especially when they reach the realm of pure yang and infinity, they do not have any thoughts. But once a thought arises, it will have an extremely terrible impact and give rise to immeasurable cause and effect.

Therefore, no one in this world knows how terrible Chu Chaoran's thoughts are.

If there is, it is the existence in Juemiaoguan.

"I lost...so I am trapped in this temple..." A calm voice sounded slowly, admitting his failure.

"I was trapped here by Chu Chaoran's thoughts, trapped in Yujing..."

"What is the thought of True Man Chunyang?" Bai Bu Ran was surprised.

"Yes, you can't see it, but it is here, everywhere...you are all in this thought..." The peaceful voice gradually rose and fell.

call……

A wind suddenly blew in the cold hall, blowing the candlelight like the emotion of the peaceful voice.

The flickering candlelight stretched Bai Bushan's shadow very long, and it stopped after a while.

"How's the new guy in your company doing?"

At this moment, the peaceful voice suddenly changed the subject and asked.

"Zhang Fan!?" Bai Bu Ran was stunned for a moment and remained silent.

"It's not without reason that Chu Chaoran put him with you. He is not an ordinary boy."

As soon as these words were spoken, without waiting for Bai Bu Ran to respond, the voice sounded again.

"If you don't tell me, I won't ask."

"Go ahead."

"I'll come see you again."

Bai Bu Ran nodded and whispered in the direction of the candlestick.

Under the dim firelight, only a shadow was reflected on the wall. It seemed that Bai Bushan was the only one in the huge palace. As he spoke, different voices echoed in the cold hall.

As he turned and left, a gust of wind blew, the candle went out, and the thick dust was blown away.

……

It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when Zhang Fan and his party returned to Yujing City.

Qi Ji and others were Maoshan disciples. When they came to Yujing City, they were naturally received by the Jiangnan Provincial Taoist Alliance, which arranged a hotel for them.

You should know that Maoshan has an extraordinary status in Jiangnan Province. It is the leader of Taoist sects in the Jiangnan Province, just like Laoshan to Dongshan Province and Zhenwu Mountain to Jiangbei Province.

Therefore, the annual funding for the Jiangnan Provincial Taoist Alliance is quite considerable. Not only money but also manpower is provided. Disciples are often sent to the Jiangnan Provincial Taoist Alliance for training.

"I really appreciate your help on this trip."

On the way back, Qi Ji thanked Zhang Fan profusely, and looked at Ji Fengting and Mo Yun with a slightly reproachful look more than once.

These two ignorant creatures actually dared to get so close to Luohuang Mountain, got tricked and entered the mountain.

If an accident really happens, he, as the senior brother, cannot escape the blame.

"Why don't you thank your brother Fan yet?" Qi Ji scolded.

"Thank you, Brother Fan."

Ji Fengting and Mo Yun nodded repeatedly, like children who had done something wrong. On the way back, they already knew the dangers they would encounter in the mountains.

"Okay, I've thanked you many times. I don't need to thank you for your kindness." Zhang Fan waved his hand.

"Your brother Fan is right. We should not express our gratitude in words. We should take some practical actions in the future," Qi Ji warned.

"Is that what I mean?" Zhang Fan grinned.

After a while, Qi Ji drove Zhang Fan back to Hongfu Garden first.

"I'm going back."

"See you some other day!"

"Drive slower on the road."

Zhang Fan said hello, got out of the car and walked straight into the community.

At this hour, there was no one in the neighborhood, let alone a ghost.

The light was on in the security room. Zhang Fan took a quick look and saw that Uncle Liu was not on duty today.

"Why don't you get up early tomorrow and try Uncle Feng's pancakes."

Zhang Fan was already thinking about tomorrow's breakfast. He couldn't sleep for long anyway, so he often got up early, traveled across the city, and ate various breakfast delicacies.

At this point, he suddenly remembered Feng Ping'an, who was making pancakes next to the Zhang family's old house, his Uncle Feng.

While thinking all the way, Zhang Fan had already returned to his parents' home, opened the door, and walked directly into his room.

He lowered his body and crawled under the bed. After groping for a while, he took out an antique iron box, which turned out to be the [Golden Cloud Treasure Box] he brought back from Dongshan Province.

Back then, the Taoist Three Corpses relied on the golden clouds in the box to practice the Three Corpses Illuminating Life Technique.

Zhao Jiexuan said that if they wanted to merge the gods successfully, most of their hope rested on this box, so they asked Zhang Fan to bring it back for him to comprehend.

But on that day in the [Prison Immortal Temple], Zhang Fan had already witnessed the power of the golden glow in the box, and now he dared not open it rashly.

"Three Corpses Taoist... Three Corpses Taoist... It would be great if you could dig him out and tell me about him..." Zhang Fan murmured softly.

Suddenly, he slapped his forehead and an idea came to him.

The Three Corpses Taoist couldn't dig it out, but he had swallowed a [Three Corpses Yuandan], which contained the Three Corpses Taoist's lifelong memories.

"Can't I just watch it?!"

Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw hope, but he also knew that a person's memory was as vast as the ocean, and there was no telling how many thoughts were hidden in it, not to mention Sanshi Taoist, the former number one master in the world. If he wanted to gain something from his memory, the risks could be imagined.

For this purpose, Zhang Fan took out the skin he brought back from the [Prisoner of Immortals Temple], blew into it with a breath, and the true yang entered into it. The skin immediately began to expand and took on a human form, which was surprisingly [Zhang Beijiang].

"Protect me."

Zhang Beijiang's strength is more terrifying than that of ordinary [High-level Skills], especially his abnormal defense. With him protecting him, Zhang Fan has nothing to worry about.

Zhang Bei stood stiffly at the door, motionless, his bright eyes staring at Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan sat cross-legged, his eyes half-closed and half-open, breathing quietly and calming down. Finally, he heard the sound of heavy chains colliding from within his soul.

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

(End of this chapter)