Pure Yang!

Chapter 251: The bright moon is still here, when will it shine again? The traces of the thousand-year-old demon

The Longhu Zhang family is a family of immortals.

This lineage has existed for thousands of years and is unrivaled throughout the ages. The person in the painting is Zhang Taixu, the last Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain.

He was also the last glory of the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain and the last true leader of a unified country.

From then on, the Longhu Zhang family was divided into the north and the south, and they lived in obscurity, never to regain their former glory.

"Eighty years ago, after the great catastrophe in Taoism, Zhang Taixu once stayed in the southeast. When he was in Huizhou Province, he was a guest in our Qin family." Qin Ming spoke softly, but there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

The Longhu Zhang family is known as a family of immortals.

As the last Heavenly Master, Zhang Taixu's status is naturally self-evident. He can be regarded as the chief of Taoism and the leader of Xuanmen.

You know, that year, the Taoist Sanshi's [Three Corpses Illuminating Life] had already been perfected, and he was firmly seated on the position of the leader of the Wuwei Sect, invincible throughout the world.

At that time, Chu Chaoran was just a young man in his prime, and his wings were not yet fully grown. Looking around the world, the only person who could compete with the Three Corpses Taoist was the last Heavenly Master Zhang Taixu.

"Zhang Taixu..."

At the beginning, the last post of the thousand-year-old demon before he deleted his account specifically mentioned this person.

The thousand-year-old demon clearly stated in the post that eighty years ago, when the Taoist sect suffered a great catastrophe, the person who actually survived the altar at Longhu Mountain was not just Chu Chaoran, but five people in total.

Zhang Taixu was one of the five.

"The signature on this painting was left by the last Heavenly Master." Qin Ming said in a deep voice.

This is the foundation of the Qin family. After the great calamity in Taoism, the gate of Longhu Mountain was closed and no incense was burned again. When Zhang Taixu passed by Huizhou Province, the Qin family received the Taoist leader on behalf of Qiyun Mountain.

"Does this painting depict the scene of him leaving Longhu Mountain?" Zhang Fan thought thoughtfully.

Under the clear sky and bright moon, at the foot of Mount Longhu, the last Heavenly Master left his homeland and buried his Dharma lineage.

In his eyes, there seemed to be only the great catastrophe, only the disintegration, only the turmoil in the world, and from then on, there was no longer the name of the Dragon and Tiger Zhang Family.

"Where is the blue sky now? I only remember the moon in the sky back then!"

Just these one sentence can probably express the mood of the last Heavenly Master when he left Longhu Mountain.

At this moment, everyone was silent, as if they were infected by the unique temperament of the blue shirt in the painting.

"Brother Qin, since the last Heavenly Master once stayed at the Qin family, did he leave any teachings? For example, about the great calamity of the Dao sect."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the scene changed immediately, like the swaying wind and fire. Even Song Yunqi and Ji Huanshan, who were walking from a distance, could not help but reveal strange expressions.

The great calamity of Taoism is a public case that the Taoist sect all over the world cannot avoid from ancient times to the present.

However, even the dignified Master Chunyang never mentions such old events lightly.

"The great calamity of Daoism is too far away..." Qin Ming shook his head and said, "Even if something was said, it will not be passed down."

Eighty years ago, his father, King Qin Dudu, was not yet born, and his grandfather was only about six or seven years old.

At that time, it was Qin Ming's great-grandfather who received Zhang Taixu.

After so many generations, even if there were any clues, they probably wouldn't have been passed down. Even if there was something passed down, how could Qin Ming tell it to outsiders in public? ?
"Let's go, the guest rooms are ready for everyone."

Qin Ming walked in front and made a gesture of invitation.

Zhang Fan withdrew his gaze from the ancient painting and followed Qin Ming's footsteps.

The group walked farther and farther away, and only Zhang Wang was still standing in front of the painting, looking at the people, the mountains, and the moon in the painting... his eyes were blurred and dazed.

"Where is the blue sky now? I only remember the moon in the sky..."

"The bright moon is still here today, when will it shine again on the colorful clouds?"

Zhang Wang murmured softly, his expression returned to normal, and he turned around and followed Zhang Fan and others.

……

Late at night.

A side hall in the Qin family mansion.

In the center, a figure was lying in a crystal coffin. It was none other than the most amazing disciple in the history of the Qin family, Qin Wangsun.

At this moment, his breathing was weak and long, and his long hair was spread out, as if it had not been combed for more than 20 years.

Long silver needles were inserted into the thirty-six major acupoints on his limbs and torso, and the area between his eyebrows was sealed with a long golden needle.

"This set of North Pole Celestial Magnetic Method was taught by the founder himself. Perhaps with this method we can find the precious place where Xiao, the previous generation, was in seclusion." King Qin looked at his brother who had been sleeping for twenty years and couldn't help but sigh.

The heaven and earth have magnetic poles, and every human body also has a magnetic field.

This method can activate the body's own magnetic field. Once it coincides with the past trajectory, induction will be generated between them.

In other words, the grandson of King Qin has now been trained to be a radio receiver. Only by taking it into Fangya Mountain and finding the place with the strongest signal can we find the place where Ren Xiao was in seclusion that year.

"Father……"

At this moment, Qin Ming walked in and subconsciously looked at Qin Wangsun lying in the crystal coffin.

He could sense that the blood in his uncle's body seemed to become active again, just like a dried-up waterway being refilled with water.

However, Qin Ming knew very well that this was just a last gasp, and he used the [North Pole Magnetic Method] to forcibly activate the last glimmer of life.

Once the place where Xiao of the previous generation lived in seclusion is found, I am afraid that the grandson of King Qin will also be exhausted.

This can be regarded as his final contribution to the Qin family.

"Those two little devils were brought back?" King Qin asked in a deep voice.

"I brought it back." Qin Ming said in a deep voice: "It can still be kneaded at will at this temperature."

In his opinion, Fang Changle and Zhang Fan’s cultivation might be acceptable, but their level is too shallow.

As the saying goes, a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake. When it comes to Huizhou Province, isn’t it the Qin family that has the final say? ?
If you dare to cause trouble without thinking this through, you are courting death!
"Does the death of that evil creature have anything to do with these two people?" King Qin asked in a deep voice.

"Father, you should be able to see that the man did it too cleanly. His soul left his body and he killed people from a distance. Unless he is caught on the spot, it will be difficult to have actual evidence to convict him." Qin Ming said calmly.

"In that case..." A cold look flashed across Qin Wangdu's eyes.

"I understand what father means. If it is just a minor character, it would be better to let him go than to let him go..."

At this point, Qin Ming paused for a moment before continuing, "But these two are not small figures."

Fang Changle is the descendant of Maoshan, and his influence is related to the fortune of the lineage, so needless to say.

As for Zhang Fan, although he is not well-known, he has quietly cultivated to the level of a great master. It is self-evident how high his status is in Zhenwu Mountain with such talent.

On the second day of February next year, Master Chaoran will accept a last-ditch disciple. With Zhang Fan's level and talent, he might be among the candidates.

How can you just kill a person like this?

"So what do you think?" King Qin said calmly.

"In fact, there is no grudge in this world that cannot be resolved. Those who achieve great things should have the courage to get a share of the spoils even if someone else kills your father..." Qin Ming said lightly.

The King of Qin didn't say anything, but his eyes twitched unnaturally.

"Don't mention that they didn't kill Qin Shi. Even if they did, it doesn't matter. If we can win them over, it will be like a token of our Qin family's surrender to Senior Brother Chang Geng."

There was a gleam of wisdom in Qin Ming's eyes.

In this way, Maoshan is equivalent to standing on the side of the White Crane faction. As for Zhang Fan, he has reached the level of a great master at a young age. I am afraid that he will have a great say in Zhenwu Mountain in the future.

"You have a good idea. But what if those two little devils refuse to surrender?" King Qin said in a deep voice.

"If you don't know the current situation, you don't know the way of heaven. Fangya Mountain will be their burial place." Qin Ming chuckled.

"For the sake of the righteousness of Taoism and to kill the demon, they sacrificed their lives. I think Maoshan and Zhenwu Mountain can't find any reason to blame them. When the time comes, I will apply to the Taoist Alliance Headquarters to give them a big silk banner."

At this point, Qin Ming's smile deepened. "If you really want to do it, you must be absolutely sure." King Qin reminded.

In this kind of situation, if anyone is left alive, there will be endless troubles, and it may even bring disaster to the Qin family.

"The senior uncle in the sect should be here in the next two days, and everything will be safe." Qin Ming said calmly.

With the combined strength of him, Song Yunqi, and Ji Huanshan, there is no doubt that they can suppress Fang Changhe and Zhang Fan.

Don’t forget that Song Yunqi and Ji Huanshan are not only at the level of great bodhisattva, but have also awakened their divine powers.

Besides, during this trip to explore Fangya Mountain, there are also experts from Qiyun Mountain who come to help.

Qin Ming's uncle is a master at the [Zhai Shou] level.

"You are thoughtful and always anticipate opportunities. My Qin family is destined to prosper." The King of Qin nodded and looked at his most outstanding son with a look of satisfaction.

Comparing the two, Qin Shi was indeed a bad guy, and his death is not worth being sad or heartbroken.

"Do whatever you think." The King of Qin turned around and was about to leave.

"Father, that uncle..." Qin Ming hesitated to speak.

He knew that the King of Qin had a very deep affection for his younger brother. Over the past twenty years, he often came to visit him alone, sometimes staying for half a day.

"Alas, it is not necessarily a good thing for old people to be proud of their youth..."

"Your uncle's life was too extraordinary. He was a gifted boy. At the age of twelve, he looked down upon his peers. His reputation as the Little Heavenly Master made him famous throughout the Jiangnan region. Later on, he had a mysterious opportunity and met a strange man who taught him the Dao..."

"Meet a strange person?" Qin Ming raised his eyebrows. This was the first time he had heard of these past events. He immediately asked, "What strange person?"

"I'm not sure either." King Qin shook his head.

"All I know is that more than 20 years ago, he met that evil woman and fought with her for several rounds without losing. He was the one who outlasted her. That person was behind her."

"It's all old news..."

King Qin waved his hand and turned to look at the man lying in the crystal coffin.

"When one is young and successful, there will be a turn of events. Perhaps this is his fate."

With a sigh, King Qin walked out of the empty and cold side hall.

……

Late at night.

Fang Changle walked through the long corridor, looked left and right, and seeing that there was no one around, he sneaked into Zhang Fan's room.

"Why are you looking for me so late at night?"

"I want to visit the Qin family at night. You protect me." Zhang Fan whispered.

"You want your soul to leave your body?" Fang Changle heard this and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Be careful. This is the Qin family. Our ancestors once produced a Heavenly Master. What if there are some treasures hidden here..."

It is extremely dangerous when the soul leaves the body, but there are some treasures that can specifically restrain the soul. If you are possessed by it, there will be no recovery.

"I am the fish and others are the butchers. I have to explore. I will be careful." Zhang Fan has absolute confidence in his own soul.

"That's fine." Fang Changle hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Zhang Fan sat cross-legged in meditation, and in an instant, his soul rushed out from his forehead.

He retracted his Yuan Guang, and as if he was ethereal and void, he passed through the wall and left the room.

The Qin family's house was very large, and Zhang Fan didn't dare to search randomly with his soul, so he could only go around the room by room.

After wandering for a long time, Zhang Fan's soul cruised into the cold side hall.

"Is there another person lying here?"

Wherever Zhang Fan's eyes fell, he saw the grandson of King Qin in the crystal coffin. His body was full of silver needles, and the golden needle between his eyebrows was particularly eye-catching.

"Who is this person? Is he hidden in a place like this by the Qin family?"

Zhang Fan seemed to be thinking about something. With an idea in his mind, he actually used the technique of "appearance in unity but essence in disunity" from Baihe Temple's [Great Sect Law].

hum...

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's soul was like a wisp of green smoke, passing directly through Qin Wangsun's eyebrow spiritual platform and entering into his soul's inner scene.

Rumble…

Thunder roared in the sky, heavy rain covered the sky, and the surroundings were dark and pitch dark.

In this inner scene of the primordial spirit, the sky was dim, the earth was dim, and it seemed that everything had fallen into the endless abyss, and no longer could any light from the human world be seen.

"It's too late in the night!?"

Zhang Fan was shocked. The soul of the man in front of him was actually trapped in the dark night. No wonder he was lying in the crystal coffin like a living dead.

The dark night is one of the most feared disasters for ascetics.

Once the soul is trapped in it, it cannot escape.

If it were someone else, and they entered such an inner scene, they would probably fall into the dark night and their soul would never be able to leave.

But for Zhang Fan, such interior scenes are commonplace, he has been eating them for ten years.

Wow…

At this moment, a huge figure appeared in the darkness in the distance. He kept struggling and groping in the darkness...

"That person's spirit!?"

Zhang Fan's heart moved, he took a step forward and moved closer.

Rumble…

A loud thunder broke through the sky, and at this moment, countless lights and shadows rushed towards Zhang Fan from the darkness. The next moment, he saw the image from the past.

In the dense forest of Cangshan Mountain, there is a pitch-black cave. Not even a ray of sunlight can penetrate into the cave.

At this moment, a young man came walking up the mountain wall. His attire was the style from more than 20 years ago, and he looked like the young man lying in the crystal coffin.

"The skills you taught me are indeed great. I defeated her again in this fight." The young man bowed to the black hole with a proud look on his face.

"Don't be careless. That woman is not simple. She is practicing martial arts and also overcoming the tribulation..."

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the black hole. It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. It was intermittent, like an electromagnetic wave.

"What you are cultivating is the devil form, and what you are overcoming is the human calamity."

"Besides that, she has helpers who are even more powerful. They will arrive soon. They are your biggest enemy."

That strange voice came again.

"Helper? What helper?" the young man asked curiously.

"The most evil thing in the world is the fetus of gods and demons."

Just eight words made the young man's eyebrows jump. He looked towards the dark cave suspiciously and took a step forward subconsciously. However, he hesitated after taking only half a step.

"Who are you? Why do you know so much? You even taught me how to crack the other party's magic." The young man's eyes darkened and he expressed the doubts in his heart.

"name?"

Inside the cave, the strange voice sounded again, and after a brief pause, it continued, "You can call me..."

"Thousand-year-old demon!"

(End of this chapter)