Pure Yang!

Chapter 226: The Great Unity of Daoism! Li Yishan's Secret
The primordial spirit emits infinite light, traveling to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening.

Above the high merit is the great bodhisattva.

Taoist books say that those who step into this realm will follow the laws of nature, have a heart as thunderous as thunder, be illuminated by primordial light, and ascend to heaven.

When the soul leaves the body, it can travel in all directions, no longer bound by the body.

It should be noted that the soul of an ordinary cultivator, even one with high power, can only leave the body for a maximum of ten kilometers. If it goes further, it will be affected. In addition, the time it can leave the body is also greatly limited.

Just like WiFi, there will be no signal beyond a certain range. If you want to go online, you can only consume your own data traffic. If the data traffic exceeds the limit, your service will be suspended due to unpaid fees!

When he was in Dongshan Province, Zhang Fan imprisoned the soul of the master of the Laoshan Taoist Temple. If he was away from his body for too long, he would develop evil spirits, his body would wither and die, and his soul would gradually become like a homeless soul.

However, once one enters the level of Great Master, there are no such restrictions. One can easily travel a thousand miles at night and be out of the body for more than a month.

Because of this, for a high-level practitioner to become a great bodhisattva is a qualitative change, which is not so easy to comprehend and practice.

At this time, Xu Qinglai actually pointed out that Meng Qinghuan had already entered this level, which surprised this proud girl from the Taoist Alliance headquarters.

"In the past, the founder of my Qingcheng Mountain once preached in Qiyun Mountain. So, our two families have a relationship of loyalty to each other. Moreover, in the Taoist Alliance, Qingcheng and Qiyun have always been of the same blood..." Xu Qinglai said in a serious tone.

"Qiyun Mountain has produced a talent like you in this generation, how could there be no news at all?"

As one of the ten famous Taoist mountains in the world, they naturally know each other's background, especially the younger generation has always been the focus of various sects.

When the torch is burned out, the new power is the hope for the inheritance of the incense, which is the most important thing for a sect.

"It's not easy to become a great bodhisattva. I've had a lot of good luck recently, and with the guidance of General Jiang, I was able to enter this realm by chance."

Meng Qinghuan spoke softly, with a different kind of light in her eyes, but her words were calm and steady.

"There is no such thing as chance or coincidence in the path of cultivation. It's your ability to receive guidance from President Jiang. It's also your ability to reach this level." Xu Qinglai could hardly hide the envy on his face.

Meng Qinghuan is a leader among Qiyunshan's generation of disciples. He entered the Shangjing Taoist Alliance two years ago and was able to intern with Jiang Wansui, a blessing that many people could not ask for.

He is now half of the Taoist power in the world, and his prestige is no less than Chu Chaoran.

After all, Jiang Wansui is not only the president of the Taoist Alliance, but also the master of Baihe Temple, representing the highest will.

"Since you know that I work for President Jiang, you must be careful in everything you do." Meng Qinghuan said meaningfully.

"Zhang Fan...he is not an ordinary disciple of Zhenwu Mountain."

"Ok?"

Xu Qinglai raised his eyebrows and couldn't help asking, "Could it be that he has some special background?"

"Xu Qinglai, you have practiced in Qingcheng Mountain for many years, and you have at least some skills. Why are you acting so crudely? You dare to act rashly without even knowing the opponent's background."

Meng Qinghuan raised her beautiful eyes and smiled softly, "The world is so big, there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Even if you have reached the level of President Jiang, you would still have some respect in your heart, let alone you?"

"This is Jiangnan, not Sichuan."

In just a few words, he revealed a powerful momentum, as if he was looking down from a high position, giving instructions at will.

Xu Qinglai and Lan Zhuting looked at each other, but did not dare to make any rebuttal and could only listen quietly.

Firstly, Meng Qinghuan was indeed qualified given his status and strength; secondly, they came to him on their own initiative to ask for help.

"Please give me some advice." Xu Qinglai asked humbly.

This attitude made Meng Qinghuan quite satisfied.

"I have only met Zhang Fan once. Although he is unknown in the Taoist sect, but..."

"I heard from President Lou of the Jiangnan Province Dao League that he is suspected to be the last disciple of Master Chaoran!"

"what?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Xu Qinglai and Lan Tingzhu's expressions suddenly changed, and there was deep surprise and suspicion in their eyes.

The way of cultivation, in the hope of longevity, is to step into the path of pure yang and infinity, in order to get a glimpse of the only way to become an immortal.

However, in the past hundred years, apart from the former number one master in the world, [Three Corpses Taoist], only Chu Chaoran has reached this level.

His status as his last disciple alone makes him like a scorpion's shit in the Taoist sect, unique and poisonous.

"No... Isn't Xia Weisheng the last disciple of Master Chaoran?" Xu Qinglai asked puzzledly.

This is a well-known fact. When Master Chaoran accepted Xia Weisheng as his disciple, he held a grand ceremony and invited people from all the mountains and sects to come and watch the ceremony.

Because of this, Xia Weisheng's status in Taoism is extremely special and extraordinary. Many important figures know him and gave him generous gifts.

"How can an existence like the transcendental master be bound by worldly etiquette? Once the door is closed, can it never be opened again?" Meng Qinghuan said lightly.

"This……"

Xu Qinglai was stunned and looked at Lan Tingzhu.

Such a statement is unheard of.

"Of course, this matter has not been confirmed. Even if he is not a disciple of Master Chaoran, he is not an ordinary person in Zhenwu Mountain..."

"He has achieved high skills at such a young age. He has a bright future." Meng Qinghuan gave Zhang Fan a very high evaluation.

"In this case, he is even more worthy of your effort." Xu Qinglai pondered for a moment and suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" Meng Qinghuan said lightly.

"He is a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain, but you are someone close to President Jiang..."

"General Manager Jiang has been fighting with Master Chaoran for his entire life..."

"Um!?"

Meng Qinghuan raised her eyebrows and cast a sharp look at him, and Xu Qinglai's words came to an abrupt end.

“Don’t say anything that is not conducive to unity.”

"President Jiang has the future of Taoism in mind, and what he wants to create is unprecedented unity in Taoism. There has never been any private affection, and no personal grudges." Meng Qinghuan corrected.

"Outside……"

"Just listen to what's said outside." Meng Qinghuan said calmly: "But..."

At this moment, she changed the subject: "We are all friends, it's not impossible for me to help you."

"What conditions?" Xu Qinglai knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch in the world.

"I know that after you achieve high cultivation, you will have a chance to enter the [Immortal Cave]..."

"You want my chance to enter the [Fairy Cave]?" Xu Qinglai's expression suddenly changed.

The Immortal Cave is the place where Zhang Daoling, the ancestor of heaven, ascended to heaven. It is a holy place in Qingcheng Mountain. Ordinary people don’t even have the chance to get close to it. Only disciples who have reached a high level of skill are qualified to enter once.

"You can also refuse." Meng Qinghuan was calm.

Xu Qinglai's expression changed again and again, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I promise you, as long as you help me deal with Zhang Fan and retrieve the Black Sword Umbrella, I will give you the opportunity to enter the [Immortal Cave]."

"Deal!" Meng Qinghuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.

A moment later, Xu Qinglai and Lan Tingzhu walked out of Yujing Hotel.

"Brother, do you really want to give her the chance to enter the [Immortal Cave]?"

After leaving the hotel, Lan Tingzhu finally couldn't help but speak.

The Immortal Cave can almost be said to be the greatest opportunity for disciples of Qingcheng Mountain after they enter the high level of martial arts, and it is incredibly precious.

"The Black Sword Umbrella is a magical weapon left by my ancestors. If I lose the Black Sword Umbrella, even if I reach a high level of skill, I will probably be deprived of the opportunity to enter the Fairy Cave..." Xu Qinglai's mind was extremely clear.

"As long as we suppress Zhang Fan, retrieve the Black Sword Umbrella, subdue the old fish monster, and retrieve the inner elixir of the dragon, it will be enough to make up for the loss."

Xu Qinglai thought about it and decided that this deal was not a bad deal. Meng Qinghuan was at the level of a great master, so it would be easy for him to defeat Zhang Fan.

"Junior brother, if you reach a high level of skill first in the future, I will use your opportunity to enter the Immortal Cave to help you." Xu Qinglai suddenly said, changing the subject.

"Ah? Using my chance? No, senior brother..." Lan Tingzhu was anxious.

"You and I are as close as brothers. Why should we differentiate between you and me at this moment?" Xu Qinglai clapped his hands and said, "It is decided."

After he finished speaking, he strode towards the vast night.

……

it's dark.

The university town of Yujing City is extremely lively.

Li Yishan parked the car on the side of the road and walked towards the food stall he often visited.

"Is your mother Yun feeling better?"

Zhang Fan got out of the car and asked with concern.

A few days ago, Li Yishan's stepmother said that she was hit by a car and had to recuperate for some time. Li Yishan was busy taking care of his filial piety by her bedside. He had some free time these two days, so he called Zhang Fan out and ate and drank to his heart's content.

"Much better." Li Yishan said casually.

"By the way, I have a bottle of wine in the car. Go get it while I pick out a fat one."

Li Yishan gave the car keys to Zhang Fan. The food stall they patronized was most famous for its fragrant pork hotpot.

Zhang Fan took the key, walked to the side of the road, opened the car door, and saw a bottle of beautifully packaged wine in the back seat.

He was about to close the door with the wine in his hand when he saw a small object stuck in the gap between the seats. He leaned over and pulled it out, and it turned out to be a small medicine bottle.

"Haloperidol tablets!?"

Zhang Fan was slightly stunned when he saw the unfamiliar medicine name. He subconsciously looked at Li Yishan who was ordering food not far away, then took out his cell phone and searched for the medicine name.

"Acetophenone antipsychotic drugs!?" Zhang Fan looked at the search results, raised his eyebrows, and revealed a strange look.

"Why does it take so long?"

When he arrived at his seat, Li Yishan scalded the dishes with boiling water, then looked up and saw Zhang Fan's expression.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you look like that?"

"How long has it been?" Zhang Fan sat down and no longer had any interest in eating or drinking.

"How long?" Li Yishan asked puzzledly.

Zhang Fan didn't say anything and put the small medicine bottle directly on the table.

"Don't tell me this isn't yours."

Li Yishan looked at the small medicine bottle on the table, his brows twitching, and after a moment of silence, he nodded.

"It's really mine."

"What's wrong with you? How did you get this disease?" Zhang Fan asked.

Logically speaking, given Li Yishan's family conditions, eating, drinking and having fun every day, and living a carefree life, how could he suffer from schizophrenia?
Could it be the trauma left over from childhood?

After all, the mess in their family can only be found in melodramatic TV dramas, and the trauma caused by the original family really takes a lifetime to heal.

"It was just a dream at first..." Li Yishan said in a deep voice.

"Later, I had more and more dreams, some of which were coherent. During the day, my spirit became a little worse..."

"Those dreams were so real that sometimes I couldn't tell whether I was in reality or in a dream. I couldn't even tell who I was..."

"Later, I started sleepwalking. I woke up several times and was in different places. I couldn't remember how I got to those places..."

Having said that, Li Yishan paused for a moment and looked at Zhang Fan.

"One time I woke up in a suburban cemetery."

As he spoke, Li Yishan touched his fingers. It was a subconscious action.

"Gradually, I couldn't remember many things. Several times, I even forgot who I was. The interweaving of dreams and reality made me feel..."

Li Yishan shook his head and picked up the small medicine bottle on the table.

"Is it so serious? How long has it been?" Zhang Fan asked.

"I can't remember, it should have been a while." Li Yishan shook his head.

"Of course, I am awake most of the time, but I am not awake all the time."

Li Yishan's eyes were deep and profound: "I have gradually figured out some patterns."

"Do you want me to help you take a look?" Zhang Fan suddenly said.

He knew that many mental illnesses might be caused by problems with the soul.

"Are you going to perform a ritual for me? I almost forgot that you are a Taoist priest now."

Li Yishan chuckled, as if he just remembered at this moment that Zhang Fan had already entered the Taoist sect back in Zhenwu Mountain, and he had a certificate, which cost him one hundred and fifty yuan.

"I'm sick. I've seen a psychiatrist and a psychiatrist..."

Li Yishan shook the bottle in his hand with a calm expression, as if he didn't care.

"Although it didn't have much effect, most of the time, I was still normal, and the things I couldn't remember didn't seem to be very important..."

"It's just... those dreams were so real. Thinking about them now, they feel just like the real thing..."

At this point, a trance appeared in Li Yishan's eyes.

"Zhang Fan, have you ever died?"

"..."

"What are you saying? Have you ever died?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.

"I have died before... in a dream..."

"..."

"That feeling was so real. Not only did I die, I also killed people... There was blood everywhere, just like hunting in the wild..." Li Yishan murmured softly, as if he was recalling the sense of reality in his dream.

"Are you taking drugs?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help asking.

"Fuck you, I never do anything illegal." Li Yishan glanced at him.

"You've killed someone."

"That was a dream!" Li Yishan rubbed his fingers.

"Are all these things in your dreams? Are there any special ones, like the kind that men like to do..."

"Never." Li Yishan shook his head.

"But recently, I have been having the same dream frequently." Li Yishan said in a low voice.

"What?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"I dreamed about my dad."

Li Yishan stared at Zhang Fan and whispered, "In my dream, he didn't seem to be dead and kept talking to me!!!"

(End of this chapter)