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Chapter 190: The Eternal Elixir Scripture Has No Secret Formula! The Three Corpse Taoist (5k chapter)

The inner scene of the soul is like a long night and an endless dark sky.

The heavy chains made a faint sound, creating the only movement in the silence. A huge figure seemed to be lurking in the deepest part of the chaos...

He seemed like the only living being left in this desolate world, forgotten by heaven and earth, spurned by all living things, with only loneliness, only despair, only despair...

"Hey, you're here... You've finally reached this point... To glimpse the supreme law, to see the shattered past, to step into the destined future..."

A mysterious voice sounded faintly, as if it penetrated the vicissitudes of time and echoed in the deepest part of the soul.

"The Minor Divination Technique is truly amazing. You swallowed a Three Corpse Yuandan and received the incense from the Prison Immortal Temple. You are no longer ignorant and confused."

Zhang Fan’s soul came to the deepest part of the inner scene and felt the changes in the huge figure.

"The primordial spirit is innate. It is just a consciousness. If you want to nurture it into a primordial spirit, it is already against the will of heaven. This is a long and endless process..."

A mysterious voice came faintly, as if to dispel Zhang Fan's doubts.

Zhang Fan's soul remained silent, looking towards the darkness and seeing the huge figure.

"I want to comprehend the Three Corpses Pill and see his past." Zhang Fan's soul whispered.

The "he" he was referring to was naturally the former number one master in the world, the Three Corpses Taoist.

"as you wish!"

Rumble…

The inner scene of the soul began to turbulent, and thunder flashed in the endless black sky. Thunders rose from the land like dragons and snakes, as if the world was about to turn upside down.

The huge figure moved, accompanied by the sound of chains colliding, more violently and fiercely than ever before.

Wow…

Suddenly, the huge figure seemed to dissolve, and shadows filled the sky, surging in like an ocean bursting its dam or a surging river.

Zhang Fan's soul was caught off guard and was drawn into the endless shadow.

At this moment, he was like a drowning man, unable to breathe, helpless, and could only go with the flow. The raging waves hid unknown dangers.

Death seems to be just around the corner.

His soul struggled feebly and climbed wildly.

hum...

At this moment, streaks of light streaked across the surging waves, like fleeting meteors in the sky, passing by Zhang Fan’s side, from Zhang Fan’s fingertips, from under Zhang Fan’s hair…

The streams of light kept flowing.

Finally, Zhang Fan grabbed it randomly and pinched a stream of light.

boom……

The stream of light exploded in Zhang Fan's soul's hand, and the scattered fluorescent light formed a vortex, transmitting a suction force as terrifying as the abyss, sucking his soul in.

In an instant, Zhang Fan's soul seemed to be scattered into countless consciousnesses and merged into the vortex. Countless lights and shadows emerged with the reversal of the dusty years.

……

a hundred years ago.

At that time, China's doors had already been opened by the powerful ships and artillery of foreign countries. The Central Plains suffered, the people were in distress, warlords were fighting each other, the war spread all over the country, there were starving people everywhere, and the land was devastated.

Xijiang Province, Longhu Mountain.

The ancient palaces and temples are filled with burning incense, which rises up to the sky, as if telling the gods in heaven about the misfortunes of the world.

Despite the turbulent times, the mountains seem to be isolated from the rest of the world, and the sound of daily chanting of scriptures still echoes in the mountains.

"Third brother, Uncle Mingyi and the others should be returning to the mountain tomorrow."

In troubled times, Taoist priests go down the mountain to help the people. In such a difficult time, the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain would lead their disciples down the mountain every once in a while to help the poor, the sick, the violent and the injustice, and the demons and monsters...

It can also be regarded as doing one's best to help the gods in heaven and bring a little light to this chaotic world.

The little girl was wiping the incense burner while looking down the mountain, with a hint of curiosity and longing in her beautiful eyes.

She also wanted to go down the mountain to help the world like the elders and fellow disciples in the sect.

"What's going on in your little head?"

At this moment, a young man came over. He was barefoot, wearing only a waistcoat, holding a wild grass in his mouth, and had a Taoist bun on his head. He didn't look like a Taoist priest, but more like a small gangster mingling in the market.

The boy walked closer and tapped the girl on the head.

"Third brother, it hurts!" Zhang Shijiu covered his head with his hands, his eyes sparkling, and it looked like he was about to cry.

“You don’t know what’s down there.”

The young man murmured softly, staring blankly at the mountain below.

He had followed his master down the mountain before, and had never seen such a tragedy. There were dead bodies everywhere on the roadside. Some of the refugees were so hungry that they ate the dead bodies...

Some of the dead had their bellies ripped open, and inside were all grass roots and tree bark…

If the mountain is the world, the place below is purgatory.

"Third brother, do you think there are really gods in this world? If there are gods, why don't they come down to save us..." Zhang Shijiu sat on the stone steps, looking at the sky eagerly.

"Gods... We practice Taoism in order to become gods... But are there really gods in this world?" The young man murmured softly.

For the first time, the young man began to waver in his faith.

Gods and immortals are created by mortals, but mortals are afraid of not having strong wills. How much suffering do we need to endure in this mortal world that is like purgatory to find the roots of becoming a god and immortal? ?

"Third brother, do you think the fighting at the foot of the mountain will spread to the top of the mountain?" Zhang Shijiu tugged at the young man's clothes, a look of confusion and fear on his young face.

These days, even in the mountains, you can faintly hear the deafening sound of artillery fire.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here. Even in these troubled times, I'll protect you." The young man hugged Zhang Shijiu, his eyes full of doting.

The little girl is not only a fellow disciple, but also a blood-related sister.

In these troubled times, such connections can often bring a glimmer of light and hope.

"Tomorrow is the [Grand Ceremony of Conferring the Gods], and Third Brother will definitely be able to obtain a high-quality Taoist name." Zhang Shijiu's eyes were shining with a special brilliance, and he looked at the young man with a slightly admiring look.

In Longhu Mountain, anyone with the surname Zhang has no name before the age of sixteen, only a number or ranking to record him.

For example, a young man is called Zhang San.

Zhang Nineteen is his younger sister, ranking nineteenth among her peers.

When one turns sixteen, the [Great Ceremony of Conferring the Gods] will be held in the mountains to determine one's Taoist name and erect a statue of the god. Only in this way can one be truly recognized by the ancestors and be called a member of the Longhu Zhang family.

Thinking of this, Zhang San looked up at the ancient hall in front of him.

On the altar are many clay statues of gods, each one is different, only the size of a palm, densely packed, and arranged on the altar according to social class.

The curling incense smoke coiled around the clay statues. If one observed with the soul, one would find that the curling incense smoke was like ancient seal characters, displaying a name that corresponded to each clay statue.

For example, the name of one of the incense-shaped statues is [Lingzong], and the clay statue under it is [Da Lingzong King].

For example, the name of another incense-shaped statue is [Qian Xuan], and the clay statue under it is [Qian Xuan Ling Wang].

This is the most mysterious way of [Conferred God] by the Longhu Zhang family.

Decide on a Taoist name, erect a statue of the god, and everyone will be able to smell the incense that lasts for ten thousand years and see the Jade Emperor for thousands of years.

It is said that this method is the method of becoming an immortal recorded in the heavenly book passed down by Taishang Laojun when Zhang Daoling, the founder of Longhu Mountain, attained enlightenment on Heming Mountain.

Although the mortal body is in the mortal world, the statue of God is suspended in the void.

He is immortal day and night, and has unparalleled supernatural powers throughout the ages.

Once the people of the Zhang family obtain a Taoist name and have their statues erected, they will never be the same again. They can receive incense and worship from the world, be unparalleled in the mortal world, and practice the Supreme Ni Fa.

Only after obtaining a Taoist name and having a statue erected can one be truly considered a member of the Longhu Zhang family.

Otherwise, when you turn 20, you will have to leave the mountain gate and can no longer use the surname Zhang.

Because of this, there are not many real Zhang family members on Longhu Mountain, but they are all world-class figures.

Zhang San has the highest talent among his peers, so he naturally desires to obtain a high-quality Taoist title.

There are nine layers of clay statues on the altar in the main hall. The higher the Taoist statue, the higher its grade.

Names like [Lingzong], [Qianxuan], [Danmu], etc. are all top-grade Taoist names.

In addition, among these clay statues, the most valuable and most respected one is still at the top. The one and only clay statue is even covered with a red cloth, and the lingering incense reveals an ancient and crude name:

Hundred Patience!!!

"Tomorrow is the Grand Ceremony of Conferring the Gods." Zhang San murmured softly.

To the Zhang family, being named a deity is the most important stage in life. Once they obtain a Taoist name and have their statues erected, they are no longer ordinary people...

Their practice, their power, and even their existence are incomparable to those of ordinary Taoists.

This is the reason why the Longhu Zhang family is the best in the world, and the title of the home of the immortals is not a falsehood.

For this reason, Zhang San clenched his fists, his eyes filled with great desire.

Being so young, the urge to prove myself has never been so strong.

……

The next day, in the Dragon and Tiger Hall.

"How is this possible? How is this possible?"

Zhang San's roar echoed in the hall, and eyes fell on him one after another, some were shocked, some were confused, and some were indifferent...

"You have not been recognized by the Taoist master, and you have not been given a Taoist title or a statue. You only have an empty name!"

Below the altar, a Taoist priest in purple robes shouted in a deep voice.

"Why? Why did the master abandon me?" Zhang San raised his head, looked at the huge palace and the lofty altar, and let out an unwilling roar.

There are seven disciples participating in the [Confucian Ceremony] today. He has the highest talent and the strongest strength, but he is the only one who has not been recognized by the ancestors, and therefore has no Taoist name and no statue.

For Zhang, this was like being sentenced to death.

“Don’t be rude in front of the master,” the purple-robed Taoist scolded mercilessly.

"Third brother..." Zhang Shijiu walked out from the crowd, a look of worry appearing on his pretty face.

Zhang San was in a trance. He looked at the faces in the hall and then at Zhang Shijiu. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, as if he was afraid of seeing the heart-wrenching disappointment on his beloved sister's face.

call……

Suddenly, he turned around and ran out of the Dragon and Tiger Hall, heading down the mountain.

I don't know how much time had passed, but I could hear the wind whistling in my ears and the forest around me was retreating.

Finally, Zhang San seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He slumped down by the stream, looking at his reflection in the water. He clenched his fists and beat them violently, as if accusing the cruelty of fate and protesting against the injustice of his ancestors.

"Gods are originally created by mortals, but mortals are not strong enough... If they can't even handle this little setback, how can they talk about the path to becoming a god!?"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in Zhang San's ears.

"who?"

Zhang San turned around suddenly and looked around, but saw no one around, not even a ghost.

Wow…

Suddenly, ripples appeared on the water surface, and Zhang San's reflection changed suddenly, revealing the appearance of a Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest had gray hair on his temples, was handsome, wore a high bun on his head, and had an aloof temperament, but he had never seen him before.

"Who are you?" Zhang San looked at his reflection in the water and subconsciously turned his head to look, but there was no one behind him.

“When water reaches its lowest point, it becomes scenery; when people reach their lowest point, they are reborn… I will teach you a method. If you can master it, you will be able to dominate the world and be no less powerful than dragons and tigers.”

The reflection in the water whispered in a low voice, with an infinitely loud tone.

"The toad is yawning and bragging." Zhang San sneered.

"Do you know where this is? Longhu Mountain is the ancestral home of all Taoist sects in the world. How dare you say you will teach me?"

"It's not me who teaches you, it's you who teaches yourself."

The reflection in the water suddenly changed the subject and laughed.

"I teach myself?" Zhang San was stunned.

"This method is called a law but it is not a law. If you take it as true, it is also false. I have always learned it from immortals. There is no secret formula in the ancient alchemy classics."

A whisper rang out, like a flash of lightning, like a strike of thunder.

From that day on, the once extremely talented Zhang San became unknown. Compared with those disciples who were "destined to be deified", he indeed became an ordinary person.

For this reason, he was given a name, Zhang Kongming, because the master gave him an empty name out of pity.

Every day, he spent most of his time practicing alone in the back mountain, with only Xiao Nineteen by his side.

Xiao Nineteen also knew that when he turned twenty, he would have to leave the mountain gate.

And so, another three years passed.

The world was becoming more and more chaotic, and the bodies at the foot of the mountain could not be collected.

There are more and more homeless souls in the world, and their resentment is skyrocketing. Even if Longhu Mountain holds a ritual to pray for the souls to be reborn every three to five days, it is just a drop in the bucket.

The speed of salvation can never catch up with the speed of death.

This year, Xiao Nineteen participated in the [Great Ceremony of Conferring the Gods], and was given a Taoist name, and the name [Xian'e].

Zhang Xian'e is a pretty good name.

In Zhang San's opinion, Xiao Shijiu is much stronger than Zhang Kongming. At least Xiao Shijiu has erected a statue of the god, and his future achievements will be immeasurable.

"Third brother, we can finally go down the mountain."

On this day, Zhang Xian'e went down the mountain with the sect leader. This was her first time going down the mountain, so she was naturally very excited.

"It's very chaotic down the mountain now, don't run around." Zhang San warned.

I have been practicing alone for three years, but fortunately I have this sister to accompany me.

"Just wait there on the mountain, I'll bring you something delicious." Zhang Xian'e was as excited as a little rabbit.

Zhang San's eyes were full of reluctance, as he would be going down the mountain next year.

……

Rumble…

The weather in the mountains changed, with dark clouds rolling in and lightning and thunder roaring.

Inside the cold hall, corpses were lying one after another. The surviving young Taoist priest was breathing weakly as he recounted his tragic experiences.

They went down the mountain and entered a village. However, the village had already been occupied by nearby bandits. The villagers dared not speak and drugged their food...

The Taoists of Mount Longhu naturally ignored these evil tricks.

but……

"There are too many of them... they have guns... and cannons... Master... Master and the others..."

For a while, the survivors burst into tears. Those bandits were so cruel that they held the villagers hostage and felt fearless. It was not easy for them to save a few people and bring the bodies back to the mountains because of their fear of the consequences.

This is a chaotic world, and no one knows who will be the next to die.

People die every day, either you or him.

Even if one has unparalleled supernatural powers, one cannot resist this vast trend.

Rumble…

At this moment, outside the hall, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, and the flashing lightning stretched the lonely, thin shadow at the doorway.

"Zhang... Zhang San..."

At this moment, everyone looked towards the door.

The young man stood there, holding the door frame with one hand. The door frame creaked, leaving five fingerprints. His trembling eyes searched the cold corpses and finally fell on the lifeless Little Nineteen.

The once innocent girl was still covered in blood and had food wrapped in her arms.

"call……"

The boy's eyes went from trance to sadness, then gradually to denial, and finally to ferocity. He turned and left without looking back, running down the mountain like mad, letting his fellow disciples shout at him.

……

The sun sets over the western mountains, and the setting sun is like blood.

The dilapidated village seemed like purgatory, with broken walls and ruins everywhere, scorched earth and ruins, and the burning houses were still burning...

Human heads were hung in an orderly manner at the entrance of the village, and corpses were piled up like a small mountain.

There were 168 people in the village, including the bandits and villagers, and not a single one survived.

"Zhang Kongming, are you crazy?"

At this moment, the Taoist priests from Mount Longhu had already arrived. Looking at the scene that seemed like purgatory before them, they were shocked beyond words.

In their sight, Zhang San seemed to have walked out of a sea of ​​blood, holding a hatchet with a curled blade in one hand, and the fingertips of the other hand were flashing with a ferocious and cold lightning.

"Lefa!?"

"You are crazy... You didn't even spare the villagers. They are innocent."

A Taoist priest from Mount Longhu shouted sternly.

"Innocent? In this chaotic world of cannibalism, where is there innocence?" Zhang San sneered, "For some people, it is a sin to be alive."

"Come back with us. Life or death depends on your luck." One of them frowned.

"Go back? Back to where?" Zhang San smiled.

The master wanted to abandon him, the mountain sect wanted to kill him, and even his beloved little Nineteen left him...

He suddenly realized that the world was so vast that there was no place for him to stay.

"Let's go!"

The Taoist sighed, and figures quickly dispersed and surrounded Zhang San.

The blade of the hatchet moved, and the extinguished thunder suddenly rose again...

In the smoke and dust, there were bursts of killing sounds, like a tragic song under the bloody setting sun.

Finally, the young man was defeated. No matter how strong he was, he was only one person. The blood-thirsty slaughter had consumed almost all of his strength.

However, at this moment, all the looks directed at him were incredible.

No one had expected that this member of the Zhang family, who had never obtained a Taoist name or statue, actually possessed such terrifying power.

"What a pity for your talent." The Taoist sighed.

"hey-hey……"

At this moment, under the feet of everyone, in the endless dust and blood, the young man's body was trembling, as if he was using his last bit of strength to try to get up.

"Gods and immortals are originally created by mortals, but I am afraid that mortals are not determined enough... I will see in the next hundred years... who can become a god or immortal in this mortal world..."

Rumble…

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura rose from the boy's body, as if a fire dyed the sky blue.

Everyone's expression suddenly changed. They looked up and saw that the young man's spirit had left his body and was splitting apart in front of everyone's eyes.

A ray of bright light, a ray of fierce power, a ray of evil...

"The Divine Soul Division Technique, the Three Corpses Guarding Life!? Zhang San...you...you..."

The eyes of the Taoists trembled, and they could not believe their eyes. As disciples of Mount Longhu, how could they not know this peerless method, this supreme profound skill! ?
"From today on, I am not called Zhang San... nor am I surnamed Zhang..."

"we are……"

At this moment, three terrifying spirits seemed to be hanging in the sky, seeming to be descending to the mortal world. The magnificent and terrifying voices were like death warrants, echoing above the scorched earth and in everyone's heart.

"Three Corpse Taoists!!"

(End of this chapter)