Pure Yang!

Chapter 30: Appearance is determined by the heart, the nine-headed divine lion (please read it later)
The barren land is covered with fragrant grass, and the mountain wind is so cold that it chills the bones.

It has to be said that Zhang Fan had never seen a woman like He Huan in his entire life, who was full of desire and killing, and full of madness and indulgence.

People have thousands of faces, and ordinary people may only see two or three sides of themselves throughout their lives.

But it is different for practitioners. They suppress their conscious minds and comprehend their primordial spirits, which makes it easier for them to see the unknown side.

That is the negative pole of the world, which is infinitely magnified in the restless consciousness.

Brother Pojie once said that in this life, everyone you meet is actually just yourself...

"You are not you in the eyes of others, and you are not you in your own eyes either. You are you in the eyes of others..."

"Everything is but a projection in our mind..."

Zhang Fan looked at He Huan and shook his head.

He doesn't think he has such a perverted side.

"Brother, what are you thinking about? How do you want to die so that you can feel more comfortable? Happier?"

He Huan giggled, as if in her eyes, Zhang Fan was already a dead man, her toy, her collection.

"What a false thought." Zhang Fan couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw He Huan's eyes.

Among the 80,000 words in the world, only the word “think” is the most mysterious. All external appearances, including the appearance above and the heart below, are created by the heart, but they are just people’s own thoughts.

However, for countless living beings, it is these false appearances that make people deeply trapped in them, unable to extricate themselves, generating all kinds of thoughts, breeding all kinds of emotions, forming all kinds of behaviors, constantly strengthening the conscious mind, suppressing the primordial spirit, and consuming the body's essence until the body and soul are withered.

Just like two years ago, Zhang Fan and Li Yishan went to southern Yunnan, and the latter accidentally ate mushrooms, which caused hallucinations and toxins that damaged his body, but he was unaware of it. Instead, he became addicted to the hallucinations, enjoyed them, and refused treatment.

We all know the principle, but it is difficult to put it into practice. This is the meaning of practice, using false appearances to cultivate the true nature.

At that time, there was neither true nor false, and everything was included in it.

That is Wuji!
That is Chunyang!
At this moment, He Huan seemed to see that false future, the future where only Zhang Fan's head and body were separated.

"I have a grudge against you?"

Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask as he looked at He Huan's body trembling with excitement.

This was only the second time he and He Huan had met, and the total number of sentences they had spoken was probably less than twenty. It was really unacceptable for the other party to kill someone at his doorstep.

"You in Taoism call the horses we refine evil bones. If they are evil bones, do we need a reason to kill people?" He Huan sneered.

Taoists believe that anyone who accepts the so-called immortal possession to practice is a heretic, and the physique that can withstand possession is also called evil bone.

He Huan was most disgusted and disdainful of such a title.

There were many hermit monks hiding in Yujing City, and she had killed quite a few of them. On the one hand, it was fun, and on the other hand, such "animals" were most suitable for the appetite of immortals and could strengthen her cultivation.

"Just tell me whether I have wronged you by calling you heretics."

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked towards the path behind He Huan.

"Want to escape?!" He Huan looked at Zhang Fan with a sarcastic look in his eyes.

"When we were going down the mountain, Senior Brother Pojie told me that before I achieve success in cultivation, I must be humble and behave myself, and avoid being restless, aggressive, and violent..." Zhang Fan sighed.

After saying this, He Huan showed a playful smile and simply sat down: "Are you begging for mercy?"

"It's no use begging for mercy, let's see your sincerity first."

As he spoke, He Huan pointed to the ground beneath his feet.

"But the Grandmaster also said..."

"If you tolerate it for a moment, it will ruin my practice; if you take a step back, it will disturb my spiritual heart!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fan's figure flashed like a whistling wind, and in the blink of an eye he was close to He Huan.

"I underestimated you!"

He Huan turned pale, and felt a heavy pressure coming towards her, which made her breathing rapid and almost stagnant. When she raised her head, Zhang Fan was already in front of her, as if a shadow was approaching her.

Huh... At this moment, He Huan opened her red lips slightly and exhaled a mouthful of thick smoke, which rolled and rushed towards Zhang Fan's face.

In an instant, Zhang Fan's body shook and he felt dizzy.

Those who have trained to become horses have been worshipping immortals all year round. As their spirits and souls blend together, it is inevitable that their bodies will develop strange characteristics, such as their nails being like knives and their breath turning into smoke.

hum...

Suddenly, the true yang in Zhang Fan's body rose up like a surging wave. In a flash, he regained consciousness and punched out, aiming straight at the chest.

"What a domineering Zhen Yang!" He Huan's expression changed again.

She didn't expect that her [Fox Miasma] couldn't even stop Zhang Fan for a moment.

boom……

In a flash, He Huan crossed her arms and held them horizontally in front of her chest. With a dull thud, she flew out like a kite with a broken string, leaving only a faint trace of blood in the air.

call……

Suddenly, He Huan's twin ponytails exploded, and her long hair spread out, swaying gently in the air like a tail, and the force lifted her body and slowly landed on the ground.

"Okay, I really underestimated you. A small company like Ye Buliang actually hides a master like you." He Huan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Does this make me a master?" Zhang Fan asked with a strange look on his face, "Do you have any misunderstanding about Ye Buliang?"

"Bai Bu Ran, a Taoist priest who came from a humble background, relied on his so-called connections to gain a foothold in Yujing City. He has only a few big and small people under his command."

At this point, He Huan sneered and said, "Do you think I'm the kind of idiot who would act arbitrarily and kill people without knowing the strength behind you?"

"..."

"you wanna die!"

He Huan stared at Zhang Fan intently, gritting her teeth, and actually sat cross-legged on the spot. She formed seals with her hands, muttered something, and rolled her eyes, as if she was crazy, and her eyes even turned white.

Chirp...chirp...chirp...

At this moment, a strange sound came from behind He Huan, from a cave covered with weeds. There were many chicken bones at the entrance of the cave...

"This is……"

"This is the voice of a fox... Does a fox sing beautifully?" He Huan's expression became more and more crazy, scarlet blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the frequency of that strange sound became more and more weird.

Zhang Fan's brain buzzed and he felt a splitting headache. The scene in front of him became blurry.

"All men deserve to die... This is where I worship the immortals... Can you still survive?" He Huan looked at the staggering Zhang Fan, a hint of pleasure in his eyes.

When she was seven years old, she watched her father sacrifice her mother to the immortals.

When she was fifteen, her father even used her to practice martial arts...

From that time on, she felt that all men in the world deserved to die. Whenever her mind became agitated, only by watching these men die under her torture could she calm down her crazy emotions.

hum...

At this moment, the weeds on the ground grew wildly and turned red, like fox hair, and wrapped around Zhang Fan.

"This [fox fur] is very comfortable..." He Huan seemed to be about to reach the climax. The pleasure was beyond words. He watched Zhang Fan being entangled and swallowed by the wild grass that looked like fur.

"Kui kills the evil gate, and Fu Lin Lu Cun!"

"Nine-headed divine lion, slay the evil and destroy the soul!"

Suddenly, a terrifying wave came from the tightly wrapped weeds. At first it was a low hum like singing, but soon it became like a lion's roar, shaking all directions and tearing the eardrums.

"This is……"

"Taoist seal, nine-headed divine lion!"

At this moment, He Huan's pretty face trembled slightly, revealing a strange look.

(End of this chapter)