Pure Yang!

Chapter 238: The Last Heavenly Master Zhang Taixu! King Yan Appears
The immortal family is divided into north and south!
The latest post published by the thousand-year-old demon was like a beam of sunlight shining into a dark room, dazzling and eye-catching, which instantly aroused Zhang Fan's nerves.

He subconsciously clicked on the post and started browsing it.

"Besides Master Chu, there is someone else?"

After a moment, Zhang Fan's expression had completely changed. The various secrets mentioned in this post overturned his cognition and were simply unimaginable.

Especially the record about the great catastrophe of Taoism eighty years ago.

The thousand-year-old demon said in the post, "Everyone knows that eighty years ago, the Dao sect suffered a great catastrophe, and all the Dao sects suffered heavy casualties. Many Dharma lineages were cut off, and even mountain and sea demons died on Mount Longhu..."

Paying respect to the gods and bestowing blessings on the human world became a calamity for the Taoist sect. In Longhu Mountain, only the young Chu Chaoran escaped.

However, in fact, a total of five people survived at the Longhushan altar.

"Five people..." Zhang Fan frowned.

On that day, during the Grand Ceremony, not everyone was qualified to get close to the altar to watch the ceremony. Those who could enter the altar had to be people of high moral character and prestige, and those who had achieved high levels of spiritual practice. None of these people were spared, and only Chu Chaoran survived.

Even among those guarding the outskirts of Longhu Mountain, only one in ten survived.

They knew nothing about what happened at the Pu Tian Da Jiao. Even if they survived, they would be trapped in disaster for the rest of their lives, and their life would be worse than death.

The thousand-year-old demon told a different version.

"Besides Master Chu, there are actually four survivors?"

The first person that popped into Zhang Fan’s mind was the Three Corpses Taoist Priest.

According to the memories he glimpsed from the Three Corpses Yuandan, the Three Corpses Taoist met Chu Chaoran in his childhood about a hundred years ago.

At that time, Taoist Sanshi was about thirty years old, and his magical powers had not yet reached full maturity. He had been hunted down by both the Wuwei Sect and the Taoist Sect in Yujing City.

Eighty years ago, the Taoist Sanshi was about fifty years old. He had mastered supernatural powers and was unrivaled. He was already the best master in the world.

Logically speaking, a figure like the Taoist Sanshi would definitely not be absent from a grand event like the Pu Tian Da Jiao.

Even if you come uninvited, you will definitely have a throne as high as the sky.

"Master Chu, Taoist Sanshi, and this Zhang Taixu..." Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed.

The thousand-year-old demon did not mention the Three Corpses Taoist in his post, but he did mention another survivor among the five.

The last Heavenly Master, Zhang Taixu.

The title of Heavenly Master is not a state of mind for the Longhu Zhang family, but has a special meaning.

Back then, before the great immortal Zhang Daoling entered the ranks of immortals, most of his achievements were made at the level of Heavenly Master, and his career of destroying mountains and temples also started from that point.

Because of this, the ancestor of the Zhang family in Longhu Mountain is also called the Zu Tianshi.

The name of Heavenly Master has been passed down from generation to generation in the Longhu Zhang family.

Zhang Taixu is the last Heavenly Master and the last true head of the Zhang family in Mount Longhu.

"Zhang Taixu..." Zhang Fan murmured softly, chewing on the name.

According to the records in the thousand-year-old demon's post, after the great calamity in Taoism, Longhu Mountain was closed from then on. Zhang Taixu led the remaining survivors of the Zhang family and left Xijiang Province, which was divided into two parts and passed down from north to south.

The Southern Zhang lineage inherited the [Sword Talisman Seal] of the Longhu Zhang family. It is said that these were given to Zhang Daoling by the Jade Emperor when he attained enlightenment at Heming Mountain. After Longhu Mountain was founded, these three treasures became the tokens of the Zhang family's patriarch.

In other words, the Nan Zhang lineage inherited the Taoist tradition of the Longhu Zhang family. Legally speaking, this lineage is the orthodox one.

As for the other branch that continued to move north, it was also called the Bei Zhang branch. They mastered the secret of the Longhu Zhang family [the Grand Ceremony of Conferring the Gods]. All disciples of the Zhang family had to go to Bei Zhang to confer the gods and erect statues.

"The immortal family is divided into north and south... the source turns out to be here, but why?" Zhang Fan showed a strange look.

He hit on a key point that was not mentioned in the post.

Zhang Taixu was one of the five survivors of the Taoist catastrophe. Since he had brought all the Zhang family members away from Mount Longhu, why did he go to the trouble of dividing his disciples into two groups, sending them to the north and south to fight?
"Maybe... there was some special emergency situation at that time and he was afraid of being wiped out?" Zhang Fan thought thoughtfully.

He only thought of this possibility.

However, as a dignified immortal family with dragon and tiger lineages, what kind of emergency or special situation could lead to the risk of genocide?
"The great calamity in the Taoist sect is truly filled with weirdness at every turn." Zhang Fan murmured softly.

The root of everything lies in that great catastrophe.

"It turns out that [Da Fuli Tu], one of the nine inner alchemy methods, has always been in the hands of the Longhu Zhang family."

This inner alchemy method was also mentioned in the post of the Thousand-Year-Old Demon.

Da Fuli Tu is different from other inner alchemy methods. Since the day Longhu Mountain was founded, it has been in the hands of the Zhang family and passed down from generation to generation.

The Great Fuli Land is a fairyland. Anyone who can bathe in it will be able to transcend the mundane world.

In conjunction with the Zhang family's [Conferred Gods and Erected Statues], this made the Zhang family disciples unique in Taoism, making it the number one school of cultivation in the world in the past.

"Da Fuli soil..." Zhang Fan seemed to be thinking about something.

This post does not mention more details about this inner alchemy method, but from just a few words, we can see that [Da Fuli Tu] is different from the other eight inner alchemy methods, and it seems to be able to produce more masters.

After the great catastrophe of Taoism, this inner alchemy method was mastered by the Zhang families in the north and south.

Nan Zhang inherited the [Sword Talisman Seal] and is the orthodox dragon and tiger.

Bei Zhang masters the [Fengshen Dajiao] to maintain blood supply.

The Dafuli land is jointly controlled by the Zhang families in the north and south.

Under the circumstances at that time, there seemed to be nothing wrong with Zhang Taixu's arrangement.

However, this arrangement laid the seeds for the subsequent genocide of the Nan Zhang clan.

"To be continued!?"

The post ended abruptly here. It was obvious that the affairs of the Longhu Zhang family could not be explained in just a few words.

However, halfway through it, it suddenly disappeared. It felt like there were millions of ants in my heart, scratching my heart and making me hate it like crazy.

The most important thing is that many key points in this post are vague or even deliberately unclear.

For example, what was the fate of Zhang Taixu, the last heavenly master of the last days and the last true ruler of the Longhu Zhang family?

After the great catastrophe of Taoism, Zhang Taixu divided the Zhang family into two parts, north and south, and never mentioned him again after that.

Where had he gone? Was he dead or alive?
Such a key person, but not a single word was mentioned.

"I ride on a horse..."

Zhang Fan couldn't help but curse loudly, wishing he could send a razor blade to the [Thousand-Year-Old Monster] through the Internet cable.

"The Nan Zhang lineage... our family should be the Nan Zhang lineage..."

Zhang Fan suppressed his emotions and recalled the words of his so-called brother that day.

The demise of the Southern Zhang lineage should be related to the Northern Zhang lineage. In addition, there is also the shadow of Baihe Temple, but the reason is unknown.

"No wonder our family has been hiding all this time. No wonder so many people wanted to destroy our family at the foot of Longhu Mountain ten years ago..."

"It turns out there is a powerful enemy in the north..."

Zhang Fan suddenly realized that he seemed to know more about their family's past and situation.

However, the more he knew, the more incredible it seemed to him.

"Who exactly is this thousand-year-old monster? How could he know so many secrets?"

It would be fine to just know about the past of the Zhang Longhu family splitting into the north and south. After all, the elders in the Taoist sect should know more or less about this kind of thing.

But it is somewhat unbelievable that this person even knows some of the truth and details of the Taoist catastrophe so clearly.

You know, all along, the outside world has regarded it as a great catastrophe for the Taoist sect, with Chu Chaoran being the only survivor.

But in the post of the thousand-year-old demon, not only was it mentioned that there were five survivors, but it even mentioned Zhang Taixu's name.

Zhang Fan speculated that the names and identities of the five people might only be known by this thousand-year-old monster.

"This person is extremely unusual." Zhang Fan said to himself in a deep voice.

drop……

At this moment, Zhang Fan's mobile page jumped automatically, and the screen showed that the page you were browsing had been lost, 404...

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and clicked on the homepage of [Thousand-Year-Old Monster] again, only to find that the post had been deleted.

Including the time the other party posted it and the time you browsed it, this post existed for no more than ten minutes.

“Maybe we can find someone who understands the technology to dig him out.” Zhang Fan stared at the head of the thousand-year-old monster that had turned gray and murmured.

Li Yishan should know people with talent in this field.

"Dad's dad is a monster, dad's mom is a monster..."

At this moment, a pleasant cell phone ringtone pulled Zhang Fan back to his senses. He looked down and saw that the caller ID was Fang Changle. "Hello..." Zhang Fan answered the phone.

"Come out tonight, I have something to tell you."

"Something? Good."

Zhang Fan didn't ask any more questions, thinking that it was the news from the investigation team of the Divine Power Association.

……

evening.

Old Town, No. 101 Xiangliu Street.

Laojiu Shabu Shabu Restaurant.

The shabby restaurant was still as deserted as usual, with dim lights, greasy tables and chairs, and shiny black floors...

When Fang Changle followed Zhang Fan in, he thought he had come to the wrong place.

"Don't be fooled by the shabby appearance of this place. The hotpot here is superb." Zhang Fan said casually.

Ever since his two uncles Liu Fusheng and Xiong Sanqian brought him here once, this hot pot restaurant has become Zhang Fan's private restaurant.

He finally understood why his parents always liked to come here when they were young.

He really wouldn't bring ordinary people here.

"Master Jiu, same as usual..." Zhang Fan walked in and greeted him.

Jiu Ye was leaning against the counter, his face full of wrinkles and his eyes dull, just like the store, lifeless. When he saw Zhang Fan come in, he raised his eyelids, hummed lightly, and his eyes glanced vaguely at Fang Changle.

Then he turned and went into the kitchen.

“This old man…”

Fang Changle looked at Jiu Ye's back, and an indescribable feeling arose in his heart.

"As expected of a descendant of Maoshan." Zhang Fan sighed in his heart.

He had been around for a long time, and from what Liu Fusheng occasionally mentioned, he knew that Jiu Ye was an old demon who had given up his cultivation in his early years, so he hid in the old city of Yujing City and opened a shabu-shabu restaurant to make a living.

"Xiao Zhang, you have more and more friends..."

After a while, Master Jiu served the meat and dishes. He glanced at Fang Changle and whispered something.

"Master Jiu, his name is Fang Changle..." Zhang Fan introduced.

"Little ones from Maoshan, eat more." Jiu Ye grinned, revealing a row of yellow teeth.

This simple sentence made Fang Changle reveal a strange look. He looked at the old man who turned and left, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Who is this old man?" Fang Changle looked at Zhang Fan and couldn't help asking.

He knew that this old man was not an ordinary person, but with just one glance, he was able to tell his origins. This kind of eyesight is not something that ordinary people can describe.

"A great man hides himself in the city. Just treat him as a senior." Zhang Fan waved his hand.

He was not very clear about Jiu Ye's past, so he just made up a few words and got away with it.

But Fang Changle's mind seemed to be still on Jiu Ye.

"This meat smells so good, what kind of meat is it?"

As soon as Fang Changle took a bite of the hot pot meat, his eyes lit up. The aroma of the meat satisfied his appetite so much that even his soul couldn't help but feel happy.

It is incredible that the five senses in the secular world can touch the soul.

"What kind of meat do you care? As long as it tastes good."

Zhang Fan grinned and said, "Let's talk business."

Fang Changle smacked the taste and took two big bites of the meat. Only then did he put down his chopsticks at Zhang Fan's urging.

"The investigation team of the Divine Power Association will leave Yujing City tomorrow."

"Is the investigation over?" Zhang Fan's eyes lit up.

"I guess so." Fang Changle nodded.

The deaths of Meng Qinghuan and Hua Yanqiu were naturally blamed on Wuwei Sect.

The Lord of Xuan Palace and Ren Xiao both appeared in Yujing City. It can be seen that Wuwei Sect has great influence in Jiangnan Province.

There is a lot of water here. If it were in the past, the higher-ups might have taken drastic measures and carried out a major investigation and purge.

But now, the attention of Taoists all over the world is focused on the matter of Master Chaoran accepting disciples.

"Master Chaoran has an extraordinary status. What the higher-ups mean is that before the second day of February next year, everything should focus on stability and unity, and there should be no chaos anywhere." Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

"So this case ends here. We won't expand it. It will be sealed and we'll discuss it next year."

"Master Chaoran is truly amazing. He just accepts a disciple, and everyone gives way to him." Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

"Of course, he is the pillar of Taoism." Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

Just like before every conference, everything must be stable and secure, and no mistakes can be made during this period. Even the profile picture and signature of Chaoxin cannot be changed at will.

What's more, the situation in Jiangnan Province is even more serious than imagined. It cannot be resolved in a short time.

"Finally I understand." Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tomorrow, you still have to come to the Jiangnan Provincial Alliance."

"What?"

"The case is closed for now. Your confessions still need to be signed and sealed..." Fang Changle said calmly.

"Perhaps, the people from the Avatar Association's investigation team would like to meet you."

"Of course, it's just a meeting. After all, they're leaving tomorrow."

"That's fine." Zhang Fan nodded, and his mood suddenly improved.

The meal ended at around nine o'clock in the evening, and the two of them left Jiuye Hotpot Shop leisurely.

Jiu Ye was the only one left in the shabby restaurant again, and the dim light reflected the mess of cups and plates.

"The Zhang family is full of good-for-nothings."

Jiu Ye looked at the table full of empty plates, muttered to himself, and started to clean up.

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

At this moment, the bell at the door rang and a sound of footsteps walked into the shabby restaurant.

"Let's go, we're closed today." Jiu Ye said casually without turning his head.

He is so willful in doing business, he does whatever he wants.

"The sky is as cool as water at night, and a toad has three legs."

However, the footsteps behind him did not leave. Instead, a frivolous voice slowly sounded in the shabby restaurant, with a hint of ridicule.

With just these words, Jiu Ye's old body trembled violently. He turned around slowly, and a young man in a black leather jacket stood in front of him. He was smiling and playing with his mobile phone. There was a hint of cynical arrogance in his dark eyes.

"Laojiu, long time no see." The young man in black leather jacket said lightly.

“Yan...Yan King!?” Master Jiu crouched down and said in a trembling voice.

Who could have thought that this world's number one demon would appear in Jiangnan Province, in Yujing City, and here...

You know, this person once followed the Three Corpses Taoist Priest.

In the world today, those who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him can be counted on one hand.

"I'm a little hungry. Give me something to eat. It would be best if I had two big bones." The young man in a black leather jacket looked down at his phone and said casually.

"King Yan, why...why did you come down the mountain?" Jiu Ye was a little dazed, walked over tremblingly, and couldn't help but ask.

As everyone knows, ever since the Taoist Sanshi fell on the top of Mount Dongyue, King Yan returned to the ancestral temple of Wuwei Sect and never got involved in the worldly world again.

"Find someone..." said the young man in black leather jacket lightly.

The light from the phone screen illuminated his angular face.

"Looking for someone!?" Jiu Ye looked puzzled.

“I think I found it.”

The young man in black leather jacket murmured softly, and the "Little Yellow Book" APP appeared on the screen of his mobile phone. As far as he could see, it was the homepage of [Thousand-year-old Demon]! !
(End of this chapter)