Pure Yang!

Chapter 28: Destroy the mountain and destroy the temple, only kill but not save
Refining the great elixir in the sea of ​​mortal world, the six-day demon spirit makes people’s bones shudder.

I hope your soul can enter my belly and become an immortal instead of an ordinary person.

"Take the essence of the soul as medicine!" Zhang Fan's heart moved. This kind of thing is just like...

"Cannibalism is a monster that should be killed!" Old Yu said in a deep voice.

“No one knows who the first person to use the spirit as medicine was? How did he appear…”

"This lineage seems to have no fixed rules and no inheritance. Their existence is very strange, floating like the waves of the river, always gathering and dispersing into sand in the long river of history..."

The five spirit rainbow lights were galloping along the long and secluded mountain road, and Lao Yu's voice gradually became lower.

When talking about the history of Taoism, this lineage can never be avoided.

"They call themselves [Wuwei], and they use the law of birth and death to seek the way of longevity through Wuwei."

"Build a temple on a mountain, set up a temple on a river, control all the demons and ghosts in the world, gather incense from all over the world, sweep across the world, and stabilize the world..."

"In history, this lineage was once extremely powerful, with many masters emerging one after another. They were so terrifying that they made Taoists all over the world look at them with awe." Old Yu said in a deep voice.

"These lunatics think that among all the immortal cultivators in history, how many have achieved immortality? The mortal world is nothing but purgatory. The so-called cultivation is to return to the innate from the acquired, and to steal the chance of life from the murderous intent."

"To steal a chance of survival amidst murderous intent? That seems to make some sense." Zhang Fan murmured softly.

"Nonsense." Old Yu shouted, and the car rushed forward suddenly.

"Don't say such things carelessly, it will bring disaster."

"They are heretics. Throughout the history of Taoism, almost all major events are related to this lineage. What's more, the Taoist sects all over the world have united several times to strangle them. Perhaps you have heard of it..."

Having said this, Lao Yu paused for a moment, and even Wen He next to him stopped talking.

"What?" Zhang Fan asked subconsciously.

"Destroy mountains and temples, kill people but don't save them!"

Eight simple words came out from between Lao Yu's teeth.

In the history of Taoism, there were a total of nine large-scale "destroying mountains and temples", the most famous of which was the large-scale sweep of the Zhengyi Tianshi Dao. The slogan at that time was: Zhengyi Alliance, the Supreme Law. Inherit the three heavens, kill ghosts and live. Punish the evil and the false, and sort out the ghost spirit.

"After destroying mountains and temples nine times, we finally wiped out this lineage completely."

"Is it still available now?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Taking the soul as medicine... is now just a legend, and people have long since died out." Old Yu said calmly.

call……

As he was speaking, the Five Spirits Rainbow Light drove along the mountain path and entered a tall iron gate. On both sides, rows of green pines stood majestically.

"From here to the mountain, all of it is the He family's territory." Wen He said with a smile.

"That's half a mountain, right? Can we still buy mountains and enclose land like this now?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask, "The higher-ups don't care?"

"Young man, you can't imagine the world of rich people." Old Yu grinned.

"The He family is a horse-training family. There are countless dignitaries coming in and out every day, some seeking power, some seeking fame, some seeking profit..."

"The human heart is full of desires...it is a hotbed of the worldly affairs and also a paradise for spirits and monsters." Old Yu sighed.

In ancient times, performing rituals on horses was considered an obscene act and could only be performed in remote places in the countryside.

But now, he has transformed himself and is able to enter the upper class, and is even treated as a guest of honor by many dignitaries.

It really is as the ancestors said, in the Dharma Ending Age, demons roam the world and are rampant.

"Then should we still do their business?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but mutter.

"As long as we can make money, it's okay. We're not doing anything harmful." Lao Yu said casually.

The four secrets of practicing Taoism are Dharma, Place, Wealth and Partner.

Especially as you progress in your practice, the more money you will spend. Practicing spells, refining elixirs, nourishing your blood and flesh... all require a large amount of money.

Zhang Fan is only at the [Qi Gong] level now, and he doesn't feel anything when he carries and collects herbs every day, but if he wants to reach the [Gao Gong] level, he will have to spend money.

That's right, he was just wasting money, just like he was wasting money on his eighteen generations of ancestors during the Qingming Festival.

In addition to improving your realm, practicing magic also costs money.

For example, most of the Taoists in Maoshan practice talismans. The talisman paper, ink, talisman pens, etc. consumed every month are a considerable expense. Those things are not ordinary paper, ink and pens, they all need to be specially made.

Ye Buliang also accepts orders from Maoshan, and is a relatively small supplier among Maoshan’s many suppliers. Even so, he can make seven figures every year just by selling talisman paper.

Practicing Taoism costs money...

This is also one of the purposes of breaking the precepts and letting him come to [Night Never Dawn]. In addition to cultivation, he also needs to figure out ways to make money.

"The He family is really rich!"

Zhang Fan was really impressed. If someone didn't know, he would think he had come to some scenic spot. From a distance, he saw a manor hidden in the lush greenery. "Sister Wen, what goods are we delivering?"

Zhang Fan couldn't help but look at the back seat of the car. There were more than a dozen jars, all sealed with yellow mud and with the seal of the Ye Buliang Company on them.

"The comb of a miser!" Wen He said softly.

"What kind of chicken is a stingy person?"

"A kind of chicken raised with cinnabar..." Wen He explained.

This kind of chicken is raised in the mountains from a young age, drinking mountain spring water and taking cinnabar. After ten years, it is considered a real stingy rooster. Its blood is strong and its pores are bright red. Because of this, its feathers are all lush and never fall off...

This is like human hair. When the blood is abundant, the hair is thick. When the blood is weak, the hair becomes dry, yellow and split, and even hair loss may occur, leading to baldness.

Therefore, in general, the treatment of bald people must first nourish the blood and qi, but such people usually have insufficient kidney water, so even if they replenish the blood and qi, it is difficult to nourish them, and most of them will still dissipate...

Of course, this is beside the point.

Like a miser, he has a lot of blood and energy, and his feathers will never fall off. This is in line with the old saying that a miser is very stingy.

In addition, the meat of this kind of chicken is particularly firm and will not become mushy even if it is boiled over high heat for two hours.

"The fox worshipped by the He family likes the comb of the miser the most. All the blood and energy in its body is concentrated there..." Old Yu said coldly.

Every summer, the He family would order a large number of Iron Rooster combs from Ye Buliang. Just these dozen jars...

"One hundred thousand dollars for a jar!"

"So valuable!?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but take another look, and gradually began to love his job.

"Fanfan, come with me to unload the goods later!" Wen He said softly.

……

At this time, at the He family manor.

"It's ok if you can, it's ok if you can't. What do you mean by taking a break?"

At this moment, a dissatisfied voice was heard.

"How did your cultivation become so powerful?"

He Huan slowly stood up, exposing her slender and well-proportioned body to the air. She tied her hair into two ponytails, took out a tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth, then looked at He Fei, who was lying silently beside her, with a puzzled look on her flushed face.

"You are not practicing the kung fu of riding a horse, teach me..."

"This method is dangerous, not everyone can learn it." He Fei shook his head: "You are my sister, I can't harm you."

"Why didn't you tell me I was your sister?"

He Huan sneered: "I don't care, you must teach me."

"My cultivation method was passed down to me by someone else. If you want to learn it, I have to ask him first."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Huan suddenly stood up, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, and a cold look flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"You're going to kill someone again."

He Fei raised his eyebrows, he knew his sister too well. She was willful and crazy, and her emotions were extremely unstable. Once her mind was agitated, she would become murderous. There were too many men who were played and killed by her.

In fact, few people who have trained horses are normal.

"What is it to you?" He Huan was still dressed, with white socks sliding down his toes and slowly moving down to his thighs.

"This is not ancient times. If we kill too many people, there will be trouble. Aren't you afraid of backlash?" He Fei frowned and said in a deep voice.

"The world is inherently cruel. They will kill everyone in the world without putting down their swords...are we afraid of backlash?" He Huan sneered.

At this point, she was in a very bad mood and had to see blood to feel better.

For her, human life is medicine, and only then can thoughts become clear.

"Master, the people who don't know the light of night are here."

At this moment, a low cry came from outside the door.

"Got it. I'll be there soon." He Fei said in a deep voice.

"I have something else to do, please don't go out."

"Humph!"

He Huan snorted coldly and looked downstairs through the window. A familiar figure came into his sight. It was Zhang Fan who was unloading goods.

"Is it him? Tsk tsk, looks like there's no need to go out."

He Huan was stunned for a moment, and then a gleam of satisfaction flashed in her beautiful eyes, as excited as a fox seeing its prey.

(End of this chapter)