Pure Yang!

Chapter 265: The hexagram of the Year of the Snake! Eight Kings Carrying the Coffin
Annan City, Ping'an Villa.

"Brother, what could uncle want from Zhang Fan?" Fang Changle watched the two men leave and looked at Yu Hua with a puzzled look.

As a senior in the sect, even if you want to meet him privately, you should meet him, the heir of Maoshan.

"Maybe he wants to find out about the affairs of Fangya Mountain. After all, it involves Qiyun Mountain. Even Master Mo came in person." Yu Hua guessed.

Fang Changle's mind turned, and after thinking again and again, it seemed that this was the only possibility.

"Senior Brother, who is this uncle-in-law? Why have I never heard of him before?" Fang Changle couldn't help but ask.

Just from what happened just now, it can be seen that this Xu Xuanguan is extraordinary. Not only is his strength unfathomable, but he is also an old acquaintance of Qiyun Mountain's head master Mo Ranchen.

It is really strange that such an outstanding figure is not well-known in Maoshan.

"Uncle Xu left Maoshan many years ago. Is there anything strange that you haven't seen it?" Yu Hua said lightly.

"That's not right. Even if the person is gone, he is so powerful. Why haven't I heard the elders in the sect mention him?" Fang Changle asked curiously.

"I heard that when Master Xu was young, he was very eccentric and unorthodox, so..."

Yu Hua wanted to say something but stopped herself. As a junior, it was taboo to talk about elders behind their backs. As a disciple of Maoshan, it was even more inappropriate.

"Heretical? How heretical?" Fang Changle couldn't help but ask.

There are also mavericks among the Taoist disciples. The most rebellious one he has ever seen is Zhang Fan. From beginning to end, there is no trace of a disciple from a famous sect.

"How should I know this? Even if I knew, I couldn't tell you." Yu Hua glanced at him and said calmly, "For the sake of respect, don't talk about elders behind their backs."

"Forgot all the rules!"

"So, our uncle-master is a frequent visitor to Siguo Hall?" Fang Changle seemed unable to stop.

The Siguo Hall is where Maoshan disciples reflect on their mistakes, receive punishment and receive ordination.

Fang Changle went to this place often when he was young.

"Nothing big or small."

Yu Hua snorted coldly and glared at Fang Changle fiercely. Sometimes he really wanted to tear his junior brother's mouth apart.

"Brother, it's not that I'm disrespectful, I'm just worried."

"What are you worried about?" Yu Hua asked in a deep voice.

"Brother, you said that our uncle is so..." Fang Changle paused for a moment and lowered his voice.

"It's so abnormal. How can we not be worried when Zhang Fan is summoned alone?"

"..."

"Junior brother, the mouth is the source of trouble. Sooner or later, you will bring disaster upon yourself because of this mouth."

Yu Hua shook her head, looked at the empty yard outside the door, and suddenly changed the subject: "But Junior Brother, you are right about one thing."

"What?" Fang Changle asked subconsciously.

"My uncle is indeed a little abnormal today."

"For the sake of respect, senior brother, how can you speak like this about your elders behind their backs? Be careful or you'll get yourself into trouble." Fang Changle said with a smile.

However, when he saw Yu Hua's serious expression and face, he couldn't help but put away his smile and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Master uncle never sees outsiders. Today..."

Yu Hua's eyes were fixed as she looked at the direction where Xu Xuanguan and Zhang Fan disappeared, as if she was thinking about something.

……

In the quiet room, a wisp of incense was floating in the air, two red candles were glowing, and a faint fragrance filled the air in front of the hall.

This is not an ordinary incense. It is similar to the Taoist agarwood, but the fragrance of agarwood is intermittent and sometimes there. The fragrance that Zhang Fan smelled at this moment is more like the incense used to offer sacrifices to the [Three Corpses Taoist Lord] in the [Qiuxian Temple].

"Senior, this is..."

Zhang Fan followed behind Xu Xuanguan and finally couldn't help but speak. This secluded room was hidden in the deepest part of Ping'an Courtyard. At first glance, it looked like an ancestral hall.

"This is where I usually practice Taoism and burn incense." Xu Xuanguan said without turning his head.

He took three steps forward, turned around and walked to the wall, where there was a portrait hanging. To be more precise, it was a hexagram. The top three lines, one broken and two connected, were the Dui hexagram. The bottom three lines, two connected, with a horizontal line in the middle, were the Li hexagram.

When two hexagrams overlap, with Dui on top and Li on the bottom, it becomes the Ge hexagram among the 64 hexagrams.

Xu Xuanguan took out a stick of incense and shook it gently. The incense caught fire in the air and actually burned.

"Taoist true fire."

Zhang Fan's eyes were fixed like a line, and he couldn't help but sigh. For a master like Xu Xuanguan, the magic comes to him as he pleases, and even when he uses the Taoist true fire, it is done in the void without any trace.

Xu Xuanguan offered incense, bowed slightly towards the hexagram, and inserted the incense into the burner.

"This hexagram was left by an old friend of mine."

At this moment, Xu Xuanguan spoke.

"He has the same last name as you, Zhang, and is the second oldest among us..."

When these words were spoken, Zhang Fan's eyes moved slightly, but his heart was beating wildly.

From the conversation between Mo Ranchen and Xu Xuanguan just now, he already knew that there was once a group of old friends who gathered together and became sworn brothers.

The current headmaster of Mount Qiyun is ranked fifth among these people.

As for Xu Xuanguan, he is ranked sixth.

The Zhang Lao Er they were talking about was Zhang Tiansheng, the father of Zhang Lingzong, the King of Dalingzong, and Zhang Fan’s grandfather.

"This year is the Year of the Snake, and this is the hexagram for this year."

"Ge Gua!?" Zhang Fan seemed to be thinking about something.

"Yes, the hexagram for the Yi Si Snake Year is the Ge hexagram." Xu Xuanguan looked at the hexagram on the wall and murmured softly.

The hexagram of Ge is Marsh above and Li below, with water in the Marsh and fire in the Li. It means that the water will pour down to extinguish the fire, and the fire will burn the water up to dry it up. The contradictions and conflicts have reached an irreconcilable extreme and can only be resolved through change.

Because of this, the Ge hexagram is the hexagram of great change.

This year will be full of variables, and the fate of many people will change because of it. The old pattern will eventually be broken, and a new world will emerge.

"The Ge Gua, the Ji day is the day of faith, Yuanhenglizhen, regrets will disappear." Xu Xuanguan whispered in a serious voice.

"Great changes will inevitably lead to great chaos. The more we reach this point, the more we must not act rashly. Only by seizing the only sudden opportunity can we successfully change and usher in a new situation."

"When that happens, all the old regrets will vanish."

Having said this, Xu Xuanguan slowly turned around and looked at Zhang Fan.

"Young man, do you know what the last hexagram of Ge is?"

"What?" Zhang Fan realized.

Everyone has his own expertise, and he knew nothing about the principles of divination and calculation.

"Ding Gua!"

Xu Xuanguan raised his hand and pointed. Zhang Fan looked over and saw a hexagram hanging on the other wall. The upper part showed the Li hexagram, and the lower part showed the Xun hexagram. It was the wind and fire [Ding hexagram] among the 64 hexagrams.

“After the Ge hexagram, the Ding hexagram comes. Abolition of the old and establishment of the new comes from this.” The Ding hexagram represents fire on top and wind on the bottom. The wind helps the fire, and the fire uses the power of the wind to cook the things in the cauldron. It implies that all things become more vibrant through harmony and change.

"There will be great changes in the Ge hexagram, and all the old order will eventually be broken. As long as we grasp the only divine secret, we can rebuild the world and hold the cauldron in our hands." Xu Xuanguan said in a deep voice.

If the Ge hexagram means getting rid of the old, the Ding hexagram means establishing the new.

The most important thing is that the tripod symbolizes supreme authority and represents destiny in ancient culture.

"There must be a mystery behind these two hexagrams left by Zhang Laoer." Xu Xuanguan murmured softly, his voice was barely audible, as if he was talking to himself.

"The fire of the snake is strong, and the year has come. The Ge hexagram will surely appear, and when will the Ding hexagram appear?!"

During this year, everyone's fate will undergo unpredictable changes. The marsh and fire will extinguish each other, and great chaos will inevitably occur in the great changes. Just one wrong step will lead to eternal damnation. The marsh will cover the fire and extinguish it, and the fire will create a marsh silence.

However, there is a ray of hope in the chaos. Whoever can grasp it can control his own destiny, reform the old and establish the new, and live a different life from now on.

"Reform the old and establish the new, Fire and Wind Cauldron!?"

Zhang Fan looked at the hexagram of [Ding] on the wall with a dazed look in his eyes, as if thinking about something.

At this moment, the Ding hexagram in his eyes seemed to be on fire. The Li hexagram above turned into a scorching fire, burning the sky, and the Xun hexagram below turned into a gust of black wind, sweeping across the sky.

Black wind gave rise to red flames, and the terrifying weather infected the heaven and earth. The vast universe seemed to have turned into a cauldron. From ancient times to the present, all living things were just fresh food in this cauldron, cooked to offer sacrifices to saints and wise men, and to worship the blue sky.

Rumble…

In an instant, a mysterious aura rushed up from Zhang Fan's body, and his soul jumped out from the spiritual platform between his eyebrows without his knowledge.

"Um!?"

Xu Xuanguan raised his eyebrows, noticing something strange about Zhang Fan. He looked intently and saw that Zhang Fan's soul was residing three feet above his head, with a mysterious aura pervading the air. He looked like a god sitting in the sky, with his hands forming seals. Fire was generated in his right hand, and black wind was generated in his left hand. The two shot at each other, like the image of the Ding hexagram.

"What a monster, he actually took away the mystery of this hexagram!?" Xu Xuanguan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Rumble…

At this moment, the black wind blew violently, and the fire rose into the sky, and it seemed that Zhang Fan's soul would be swallowed up.

Such power, which reforms the old times, establishes the new, observes the heaven and earth, and refines all living things, is so mysterious and wonderful, how can it be mastered in a short time! ?

hum...

Xu Xuanguan snapped his fingers and a ripple appeared, like a ripple spreading out, layer upon layer, and actually separated the black wind and red fire. The next moment, Zhang Fan's soul took the initiative to return to his body.

In the quiet room, everything returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.

"Zhang Fan... Zhang..."

Xu Xuanguan looked at Zhang Fan who was slowly waking up, his eyes were distracted and he seemed to be thinking about something.

"Senior, I..."

Zhang Fan was a little dazed. At this moment, the image of the Fire and Wind Cauldron hexagram was like a brand, taking root in his soul, lingering and unforgettable.

Such a mysterious artistic conception was overwhelming and was cleansing his soul all the time.

This strange feeling was very similar to the scene when he awakened the [Samadhi True Fire] that day.

"You are lucky. You are making a breakthrough. It is true that everything is predestined. You will have successors if you break the old and establish the new..."

Xu Xuanguan murmured softly and subconsciously turned around to look at the hexagram of [Ge] on the wall.

"Thank you for your help, senior." Zhang Fan bowed his head and saluted. He knew that he had made a fortune from the sudden enlightenment he just had.

Such a great opportunity may not be something others can obtain in their lifetime.

"You don't have to thank me. This is your chance. Living as long as he is alive is your destiny with him." Xu Xuanguan looked at the hexagram on the wall.

"What's your fate with him?" Zhang Fan hesitated for a moment before asking, "Senior, can you tell me about him?"

"Who? Zhang Laoer? Haven't you heard of him?" Xu Xuanguan looked at Zhang Fan meaningfully.

"I...how come I have heard of him?" Zhang Fan stammered.

In fact, his father never mentioned anything about his grandfather to him. For a while, Zhang Fan even suspected that his father grew up in an orphanage.

"His name is Zhang Tiansheng..."

"Divine Gua Zhang Tiansheng!" Xu Xuanguan said just one sentence, then turned and walked towards the deepest part of the secluded room.

Zhang Fan looked at Xu Xuanguan's back and followed him without asking any questions.

At the very top of the deepest part of the secluded room is a shrine, on which is enshrined an ancient map.

Xu Xuanguan walked to the shrine, took out three incense sticks, lit them, and actually bowed down to the ancient painting.

"Is this the main seat for worship?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

A master like Xu Xuanguan, who was born in Maoshan and did not worship any ancestors, actually worshipped an ancient painting with such reverence.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but look up.

This ancient painting is very old and the scroll has long turned yellow. It is estimated that it has a history of at least two or three hundred years.

The scene was also extremely bizarre and strange. There were eight figures, whose faces could not be seen clearly. They were wearing extremely crude Taoist robes. The robes were wide, making the eight figures look extremely disproportionate. They each held something in their hands: a sword, a seal, and a mirror...

The eight people carrying a pitch-black coffin stood in the center of the picture, looking extremely strange.

After Zhang Fan took a look, he felt his hair stand on end and a cold wind blew on his back.

"You can also light a stick of incense." Xu Xuanguan said lightly.

"Senior, what is this?" Zhang Fan asked casually.

"The Eighth King carries the coffin!" Xu Xuanguan whispered in a low voice, spitting out four words.

"Eight kings carrying a coffin!?" Zhang Fan looked puzzled.

"The original of this painting has long been lost. This is an imitation by a master from Longhu Mountain in the Ming Dynasty." Xu Xuanguan said nothing more, but took out three incense sticks and handed them to Zhang Fan.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan didn't dare to ask more questions and bowed again and again to the painting of "Eight Kings Carrying a Coffin".

"Senior, what does this painting mean?"

After burning incense, Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask another question.

Xu Xuanguan's eyes narrowed slightly. Through the lingering incense, he looked at the ancient painting hanging high in the shrine and murmured softly, "There are not many people in this world who know about it. Only us old brothers know about it..."

After he finished speaking, he let out a weak sigh.

……

Shangjing City, Baihe Temple.

Inside the Wangji Hall, there is a secret room. This is the forbidden area of ​​Baihe Temple. The only one who can come here on weekdays is the current Baihe Temple master, Jiang Wansui, who is known as the master of half of the Taoist sect.

At this moment, Jiang Wansui stood there, the candle on the incense table in front of him suddenly shook, and the lingering incense also shook violently.

Jiang Wansui raised his eyebrows and looked up at the wall in front of him. There was an ancient painting hanging there, which was a picture of the Eight Kings Carrying a Coffin.

"Zhang Lao Er has been dead for so many years, but the Coffin Carrying Society has a new branch of incense? Who is it? "

(End of this chapter)