Pure Yang!

Chapter 212: Members of the Avatar Association!

In the evening, Jiangnan Provincial Dao League Headquarters.

President's office.

The fire was burning brightly, brewing new tea, making a "gurgling" sound, and the rising hot air seemed like a cluster of white smoke.

"The early winter in the south of the Yangtze River is also unique, Mr. Lou, the water and soil here are really nourishing."

On the sofa, a woman whispered. She had a ponytail, wore a leather jacket, and long boots. She looked heroic, with bright eyes, and her every move revealed her noble temperament.

"Xiao Qinghuan, I haven't seen you for a few years. You have become an 'imperial envoy'. You are really young and promising."

Lou Hechuan looked at the woman in front of him, poured a glass, and a meaningful look emerged in his turbid eyes.

"Mr. Lou, you watched me grow up, how can you make fun of me?"

Meng Qing smiled. She picked up the teacup, looked at the tea that had just boiled, slightly opened her red lips, and rolled her tongue lightly. She actually drank the boiling hot water directly down her throat into her stomach without blushing or panting.

"The Fengweijian tea from Maoshan is really good."

Meng Qinghuan sat there gracefully with her long legs gently crossed. She raised her beautiful eyes slightly and looked at the large screen on the wall. A light source was moving on the miniature map of Yujing City.

"Where did Fang Changle go?"

"Do you still think there's something wrong with him?" Lou Hechuan asked in a serious tone.

"Mr. Lou, it doesn't matter whether Fang Changle has any problems or not. What's important is to give an explanation to Maoshan. The stability of the overall situation is more important than anything else." Meng Qinghuan chuckled.

"This is the general policy, Mr. Lou should know it better than me."

"After all, you're a member of the Supernatural Power Association. You're much more experienced than before." Lou Hechuan said meaningfully.

The Supernatural Power Association is an independent organization under the Taoist Alliance. Only those who have awakened Taoist supernatural powers are qualified to join.

Today, the president of the Divine Power Association is Jiang Wansui, who is also the president of the Taoist Alliance, and the vice president is Chu Chaoran from Zhenwu Mountain.

Those who can enter the Supernatural Power Association are no longer ordinary practitioners. They are gifted and one in a million.

Because of this, Meng Qinghuan's identity is extremely special, because she represents not only the Taoist Alliance, but also the Divine Power Association behind her.

"Mr. Lou, the person with Fang Changle...is he the one called Zhang Fan?"

Meng Qinghuan stared at the screen and suddenly asked.

"Not bad." Lou Hechuan nodded, and then asked: "Why? Are you interested in him too?"

"The president asked me to pay attention to him." Meng Qinghuan said lightly.

"Long live Jiang!" Lou Hechuan raised his eyebrows.

Long live the country! He is a rare master of Baihe Temple and the current president of the Taoist Association. He is known as the master of half of the Taoist world.

Among their generation, apart from Chu Chaoran, Jiang Wansui is the most dazzling.

"How did he notice an inconspicuous junior?" Lou Hechuan said in a deep voice.

Jiang Wansui is a person like him, high above everyone else, and has already stood at the pinnacle. The scenery below will not attract his attention, and even the most amazing up-and-coming talents will find it difficult to attract his attention.

"He is not some insignificant junior...he is the disciple of Master Chaoran." Meng Qinghuan said lightly.

Lou Hechuan was silent for a moment. He knew that Jiang Wansui had been proud and ahead all his life. If there was anyone in this world who could make him care, it would probably be Chu Chaoran, whom he had been eyeing all his life.

"Zhenwu Mountain has never stated that Zhang Fan is the disciple of Chaoran Zhenren." Lou Hechuan whispered in a low voice.

"Didn't Mr. Lou go and ask?" Meng Qinghuan asked.

"Who are you asking? Chu Chaoran?" Lou Hechuan burst out laughing.

The number of people in this world who are qualified and have the courage to ask Chu Chaoran can be counted on one hand.

Even he only got the information about Zhang Fan indirectly from Bai Bu Ran and his old friends in Zhenwu Mountain.

Although it has not been confirmed by Chu Chaoran himself, the attitude of the people in Zhenwu Mountain is indeed that Zhenren Chaoran likes this young man very much and made an exception to accept him as his last disciple.

"The closed disciple... Xia Weisheng has already closed the door once, how can he close it again..." Meng Qinghuan murmured softly.

When Taoism selects disciples, the chief disciple and the last disciple are always the most special.

Xia Weisheng was adopted by Zhenwu Mountain since she was a child. Her origins were also very special. She was accepted as Chu Chaoran's closed disciple. It was a big celebration back then. Even Jiang Wansui sent people to Zhenwu Mountain to congratulate and watch the ceremony.

Now, a closed disciple suddenly appeared, which naturally attracted attention.

Although Zhang Fan's name is not well-known in the entire Taoist Alliance at the moment, and only a few people who have come into contact with him know about it, it has also attracted Jiang Wansui's attention.

"Mr. Lou, have you checked the background of this Zhang Fan?" Meng Qinghuan suddenly asked, changing the subject.

"I've checked it, it's clean." Lou Hechuan said lightly.

The first time he met Zhang Fan, he checked his background and found that three generations of his family were clean without any flaws.

"If that's the case, then there really is something wrong with him." Meng Qinghuan's beautiful eyes were fixed in a line.

If he was really clean and had no problems at all, how could he be valued by the living immortal of the time and be willing to make an exception and accept him as a disciple?
The biggest problem is having no problem!

"Zhang Fan..."

Meng Qinghuan chewed on Zhang Fan's name. Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows and saw that the moving light source on the LCD screen stopped in front of a building sign.

"They went to the black market!?" Meng Qinghuan said indifferently.

……

Urban village, abandoned buildings.

black market.

“This is the place where I come into contact with the most people recently.”

Zhang Fan led Fang Changle into the building. Fang Changle put his hands in his pockets and couldn't help but ask, "Can't you choose a place with fewer people?"

"Can I meet Tiger if I choose a place with few people?"

Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and said, "Maybe he is in there."

"This is not a good place." Fang Changle narrowed his eyes.

In the black market, there are all kinds of people, crouching tigers and hidden dragons. It is not easy to find a tiger in such a place.

"But...he might really be hiding here."

As they were talking, the two of them walked into the black market, which had already started to attract customers and there were more and more people in the abandoned building.

Fang Changle's eyes seemed to be electrified, with a gleam of light as he searched and explored among the crowd.

“Is it really the stone fetus from Jiangjun Mountain?”

At this moment, a cry of surprise came from not far away. Zhang Fan looked up and saw that there were people surrounding the stall and it was very noisy.

"Let's go over and have a look."

Zhang Fan pulled Fang Changle over and walked through the crowd. He saw that everyone's attention was focused on a copper cabinet. Inside was a stone that looked like a fetus that was about to take shape. The outline of its limbs could be vaguely seen. It glowed faintly under the dim light, and one could even feel an unusual fluctuation, as if the stone fetus was breathing.

"I heard that Jiangjun Mountain was chiseled last year, and the atmosphere was broken. Many experts from the Dao League went there. I guess something extraordinary was raised there." "Could it be this stone fetus?"

“This is a real treasure.”

Everyone was talking about it, with light in their eyes.

Zhang Fan was moved. He had also heard that all things have spirits, even mountains, rivers, swamps, strange rocks and trees. As long as they have a "shape", they will have a certain aura. As the sun and the moon rotate, they will produce incredible things.

Therefore, there are special people watching over these things. Once they are formed, they have to be explored, and if possible, they will be avoided.

Last year, he saw related news on the Internet, saying that after geological exploration, mineral deposits were discovered in Jiangjun Mountain in Xiguang Province, and then development was carried out and the mountain was blown up.

At that time, Zhang Fan had not graduated yet, nor had he awakened his soul, so he naturally did not take it seriously. But now, listening to everyone's discussions, it seemed that there was another hidden story.

"Let's go, stop looking at it, it's fake."

At this moment, Fang Changle leaned close to Zhang Fan's ear and whispered.

"fake?"

Zhang Fan walked out of the crowd and followed Fang Changle.

"How could something like that end up here?" Fang Changle said indifferently.

"I heard that the stone embryo on Jiangjun Mountain is almost formed. It is estimated that if it is nurtured for a hundred or eighty years, it will definitely give birth to an extraordinary creature."

Fang Changle whispered in a low voice: "You know Sun Wukong, he was also a stone fetus, although not that exaggerated. But I have seen the General Mountain. The mountain is majestic and it is almost growing into a human form. Raising a stone fetus will definitely be a big trouble..."

"I heard that the stone embryo itself is extraordinary. Many Taoist masters died trying to break the aura and obtain it."

Hearing the words, Zhang Fan couldn't help but reveal a strange look and stared at Fang Changle.

"You've been in the kiln, haven't you? How do you know so much?"

"I heard from my cellmates that he was a casual cultivator who practiced the Way of Joy. He had originally gathered a group of wild Taoists and was planning to take over the stone fetus on Jiangjun Mountain..."

At this point, Fang Changle couldn't help but sneer: "Is that kind of thing something that Taoist scoundrels like them can touch?"

"I heard that not only the Taoist Alliance, but also masters from the Wuwei Sect have gone there, as well as the big monster from Ailao Mountain... These are all tough guys." Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

Born and nurtured by the nature, and absorbing spiritual energy, the stone fetus conceived in the mountains, although not yet formed, is a treasure in the eyes of Taoist masters.

Although Fang Changle had never seen it with his own eyes, he could imagine how brutal the fight was.

"All of his cellmates died, and he was lucky enough to survive. But if you survive a disaster, there will be trouble after that, so you're going to end up in a prison cellar," Fang Changle sneered.

"Who got the stone fetus in the end?" Zhang Fan asked curiously.

"It should be the Dao League. They have experience in doing this kind of thing."

"What will they do with the stone fetus?" Zhang Fan became interested.

"There are many ways to do that. Maybe you can raise it yourself. If this thing can be grown into a human form, it will be very powerful. It will be considered another kind of creature, more evil than a monster. Of course, the cost is not small and it takes a lot of time. Don't even think about it without 800 years." Fang Changle whispered.

"It can be used to refine medicine, or to refine people with the fetus..."

Fang Changle is worthy of being the successor of Maoshan, his knowledge is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"What does it mean to refine a person through the fetus?"

"That stone fetus is a natural monster. If it can be made into medicine, can you imagine how terrifying it would be?" Fang Changle's eyes were fixed.

"But there are probably not many people in the Dao League who are qualified to enjoy this thing and have the life to enjoy it."

How could it be so easy to get involved with a creature born and raised by nature? If you are not lucky enough, you will suffer the consequences.

It's like a person who is destined to be unfortunate, and you suddenly give him a huge sum of money. This is not helping him, but harming him. It will only make his misfortune worse and he will die faster.

"I'll give you three million..."

At this moment, the sound of bidding was heard behind him, and the stall became more and more popular.

"That's fake, can't these people see it?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

Three million is a huge sum of money, and the price is still rising.

"The person who forged it must be an expert. He put a lot of effort into it. It's estimated that the cost is 500,000 or 600,000 yuan. Of course, there are people who can see through it. This thing can fool anyone..."

"Do you think there are no fools among rich people?" Fang Changle said with a smile.

The two of them strolled around the black market. Fang Changle was very knowledgeable and it was fun to follow him.

"The black market is really full of mixed people nowadays. Even dealers like this can get in."

Fang Changle pointed to a stall that specialized in selling incense.

In addition to the commonly used Taoist incense, such as [Seven Colors Incense], [Fanfeng Incense], [Tianbao Incense], and [Jiuhe Incense], this stall also sells sandalwood.

It is common sense that Taoists forbid sandalwood. As early as the Ming Dynasty, it was regarded as a foreign incense that could not be used to worship the gods. In the Tang Dynasty, it was used by princes and nobles to paint walls, and later it was made into incense by unscrupulous merchants and sold to Buddhism. It is an unclean incense, and it is disrespectful to use it to worship gods.

"Tsk tsk, interesting. Someone is selling a portrait of the Lord of the Cemetery. Who wants to buy it and worship it?" Fang Changle looked at a stall next to him.

That stall specialized in selling all kinds of high-level portraits of gods and Buddhas, one of which was of the Lord of the Cemetery. This was not a Taoist immortal god, but a deity from the Tantric Buddhism, and his image was that of a skeleton.

In recent years, the Lord of the Charnel Ground has been highly respected, and even many thangkas and cultural relics are sold with this design. Many people also buy them back home, saying that they can increase their blessings and wealth.

"Generally, only those who practice the methods of cessation and self-sacrifice will offer sacrifices to the master of the charnel ground..." Fang Changle said lightly.

What is a cemetery? Many people interpret it as a tomb, but it is not. To put it bluntly, it is a mass grave.

The Lord of the Cemetery is the guardian of the mass grave. You said to take this thing home, or wear it on your body...

"It's a black market after all. There are good and bad people, and there are good and bad goods..."

Zhang Fan listened along the way and gained a lot of knowledge.

"Aren't you here to look for Yin Hu? Did you find him?"

"We're looking for him. With so many people around, who knows if he's here..." Fang Changle curled his lips.

"That's a tiger, not a cabbage."

"I have a friend on the third floor. I can't find him. I'll go sit with him later."

The friend Zhang Fan was referring to was naturally Hong San.

The two came to the second floor. There were obviously fewer people here than on the first floor. After all, the goods on the first floor were common currency, with good quality and low price as the main selling point. Wanting to find a treasure on Taobao was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Um!?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan passed by a deserted stall and suddenly stopped. He caught a glimpse of a strange piece of metal in his sight.

The metal piece looked like a fragment, probably broken off from a weapon such as a sword. It was two fingers wide and as long as a palm, with a blade edge remaining. There were also faint strange patterns on it, like words, ancient and vigorous.

Zhang Fan's eyes focused, and he could vaguely make out what seemed to be two ancient characters.

"Dragon Tiger!?"

(End of this chapter)