Pure Yang!

Chapter 308 Swallowing the Heaven and Earth! Three Corpses Refining the Spirit

There is no sign of time in the mountains, only the big stars flowing white, and the sun and moon rotating in the sky.

The Ten Thousand Mountains are far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Occasionally, you can hear the birds singing in the empty valley and see the gurgling streams.

Being in it, Zhang Fan felt an unprecedented tranquility, which was even more peaceful and profound than when he was on Zhenwu Mountain.

After all, Zhenwu Mountain is a 5A-level scenic spot. Although it is far away from the world, it is still in the world. It is definitely not as isolated from the world as the Shiwanda Mountains.

Who has nothing to do, sitting and feasting in an empty mountain?

In such a leisurely and relaxed mood, my emotions calm down and there are fewer complicated thoughts, just like the dust in the room, which settles down and disappears.

No wonder the ancient alchemists liked to stay away from the world and go into seclusion in the mountains to practice mystical cultivation.

"If there were no grudges, it would seem like a good idea to practice in a place like this." Zhang Fan sighed.

"Since ancient times, famous mountains and rivers, paradise on earth, have all been places that Taoists must fight for, but not everyone can enter these places." Li Miaoyin sighed.

Everyone can have such feelings and thoughts, such as expressing one's feelings in mountains and rivers and understanding the principles of heaven and earth, but how many people can actually do it?
Not to mention whether one can let go of everything and stay away from the worldly affairs, just these hundred thousand mountains are full of dangers and monsters. If one wants to practice in such a place, it is not enough to have the right state of mind, one also needs to have the Taoism that can reach the sky and the means that can reach thunder.

"You're right." Zhang Fan nodded.

When we are alive, we are like an untied boat on the river or the sea, drifting with the current and often having no control over our own behavior.

Even for someone like the Three Corpses Taoist who was number one in the world back then, or the unrivaled Chaoran Zhenren today, there are probably many times in his life when he is helpless and out of control.

"Ok?"

As dusk approached, Zhang Fan suddenly stopped and saw a pile of stone walls beside the stream not far away. The walls were five stories high and reached the knees. White bones could be vaguely seen mixed in with them.

"what is this?"

Zhang Fan took a look and found that there were more than twenty stone fortresses like this, scattered in an orderly manner, hidden in the mountains and covered by weeds.

"This is a sacrificial stone." Huang Jiumei said in a serious tone.

"According to legend, more than 500 years ago, during the seventh attack on the mountain and the temple, the Dao Sect and the Wuwei Sect fought a fierce battle here, with casualties scattered all over the ground and bones piled up..."

The endless dead souls turn into sad songs, and corpses are scattered all over the ground and piled up in the mountains.

It is no longer possible to tell who is on whose side and how many lives are at stake.

Later, Taoist masters built these [Sacrificial Spirit Stones] in the Ten Thousand Mountains to comfort the dead and save the souls of the dead.

At that time, it didn't matter whether those who died here were from the Taoist sect or disciples of Wuwei.

It seems that only in the face of life and death can we truly see that all beings are equal and without any distinction.

Huang Jiumei has lived in the Shiwan Mountains since she was a child. Sacrificial Spirit Stones like this can be seen everywhere. According to the old man in the cave, there are hundreds of them in the Shiwan Mountains.

At this moment, Zhang Wuming walked forward, took out a handful of incense from the backpack he was carrying, flicked his fingers, ignited the true fire, and actually bowed towards the sacrificial stones.

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a strange look, and he walked forward.

"You still have this sense of awe?"

"There are also seniors from Longhu Mountain here." Zhang Wuming whispered.

At this moment, he seemed to become serious, and the playful and fawning look on his face was no longer visible.

"You haven't been deified and given a title, you don't even have a name. You must be having a very unhappy life in the Zhang family." Zhang Fan said meaningfully.

"It's true that life is not going well." Zhang Fan Wuming nodded.

"But I still have some skills..."

Zhang Wuming looked at the rising incense and murmured softly.

"Whether it's good or bad, there's really no difference."

"Just like when I met you, it was supposed to be a fatal disaster, but now you have become my supporter..."

"Who is your backer?" Zhang Fan said with a strange look: "You are just my prisoner!"

"In life, there are good and bad, ups and downs. Blessings and misfortunes are always interdependent." Zhang Wuming said to himself.

The manifestation of Heaven's Way in this world is everywhere. Only by experiencing the bad can one appreciate the good.

Others see it as a scourge, but I enjoy it.

The purpose of spiritual practice is to steal the opportunity for life amidst murderous intent.

"There is no place in this world more suitable for cultivation than the mortal world."

There was a different kind of brilliance in Zhang Wuming's eyes.

The mortal world is filled with murderous intent, and all living beings cannot escape. There is also a mysterious door here, which is hard to see. Only after you have overcome the calamity can you see the Lingxiao Palace.

There are often Taoists in the world who stay away from the mundane world, but in his eyes, it is the only way to practice and the perfect soil for becoming an immortal.

"Brother, does it seem a little strange for me to say this? Is there any value in living?"

Zhang Wuming suddenly changed the subject and asked.

"When you say that, I become more murderous."

Zhang Fan raised his hand and grabbed Zhang Wuming's neck. The latter's hair stood on end, but a sincere smile appeared on his face.

"If you want to kill me, then kill me." Zhang Wuming said happily.

Fear is real, and not being afraid is also real.

"Let's go."

Zhang Fan looked at him deeply, loosened his hand and urged.

"okay."

Zhang Wuming felt as if he had been pardoned and continued to lead the way.

Zhang Fan looked at his back but remained silent.

"What's wrong?" Li Miaoyin walked up and asked.

"He has a normal mind." Zhang Fan suddenly said.

"Keep calm?!" Li Miaoyin was stunned.

"You're right, this kid doesn't look like a good person." Zhang Fan chuckled, took a step forward and followed.

……

Passing through the fog and poisonous miasma, there is a deep valley.

The ancient ruins seemed to be forgotten by time, covered with moss and weeds. In the distance, two stone beasts stood in an ancient cave, holding dim flames in their mouths.

The flowers on the steps are cool and beautiful, and the fire in front of the hall is dim.

No one would have thought that there was such a place hidden deep in the Shiwanda Mountains, full of mystery and antiquity.

Ordinary people simply cannot get through the thick fog and poisonous miasma. Even if they can, without the guidance of their souls, they can only circle around in circles and will never be able to reach such a secret place.

Huangpi Cave is a place where yellow-skinned monsters have been practicing mystical cultivation for generations, isolated from the rest of the world.

call……

At this moment, the dilapidated cauldron on the central open space caught fire, becoming the brightest light in the night.

Slender figures emerged from the bushes and gathered around the central open space, their shining eyes moving around.

At first glance, there were hundreds of yellow-skinned rats gathered here.

These are all monsters whose spirits have awakened. Any one of them that wanders into the mortal world will cause a lot of trouble.

In today's era, human technology is advanced and human footprints have spread across mountains, rivers and lakes.

Only such a secret place of mountains and seas can give rise to so many monsters.

At this time, in the central open space, there were still human figures sitting on the chairs made of bones. They were full of demonic auras, and more or less retained some of the characteristics of yellow skin, or had yellow hair, or emitted strange smells, or the characteristics of their eyes had not yet transformed...

These are all the monsters that emerged from the Huangpi Cave.

They have achieved success in their cultivation, condensed their inner elixir, and taken over human bodies, thus completing the transition from spirits to monsters. Their magic is so profound that they can even walk in the human world.

"Old Third, today is my Huangpi Cave's gathering of demons. Why did you bring outsiders here, and three Taoist priests at that?"

At this moment, Huang Erlang spoke. He was turning two iron balls in his hands, with a big gold chain hanging around his neck, and two big gold teeth were exposed when he opened his mouth.

Among the disciples of Huangpidong's generation, Huang Dalang was drugged and killed by a fox spirit in his early years, so according to the order of becoming a demon, Huang Erlang naturally became the elder brother.

At this moment, he looked at Huang Sanlang's seat with dissatisfaction. Behind him sat three humans, who were not very old and were all wearing Taoist robes. This made all the yellow-skinned mice look strange.

They are monsters, but these people are Taoists.

"Third brother, you have been running around too much these years. Have you forgotten the rules of my Huangpi Cave?"

In the distance, Huang Silang spoke. He was thin and looked like a consumptive patient, and his face was as pale as paper.

"rule?"

Huang Sanlang sneered and glanced at these short-sighted peers.

"Old Four, have you gone crazy from taking drugs? In this world, whoever has the bigger fist rules the rules."

"You use human poison to practice, your brain is broken."

"you wanna die!"

Huang Silang roared in anger and stood up suddenly.

Although he became a demon later than Huang Sanlang, he has been developing in the human world for many years. He is involved in prostitution, gambling, and drugs. Now he is doing well in the underworld and has more than one umbrella in the white world. It is no exaggeration to say that in western Guangxi Province, he has more powder stalls than noodle stalls, and eight out of ten bath centers are opened by him. As for women, haha, let's not talk about them.

Because of this, he looked down on those of his kind who lived in the mountains and only knew how to practice seclusion and cultivation.

In Huang Silang's eyes, he is already a real person who knows how to have fun, how to enjoy himself, and how wonderful the world is, but they are still just animals.

"Humph!"

Huang Silang stood up suddenly and was about to attack.

Suddenly, the Taoist priest behind Huang Sanlang snorted coldly, which sounded like thunder and wind in Huang Silang's ears. He was so frightened that his eyebrows almost cracked and his soul trembled violently.

The next moment, he fell to his knees with a plop, his eyes were bleeding, yellow hair grew on his face, and a squeaking sound came from his mouth.

"Taoist Wind and Thunder Roar!?"

In the distance, Huang Wulang, who had been silent all this time, uttered a sound of surprise.

In Huangpi Cave, he and Huang Sanlang have the highest talent.

"Third brother, you..." Huang Erlang's expression suddenly changed.

He looked at the Taoist priest behind Huang Sanlang fearfully. The mountains and rivers were not visible, but with just a low roar, the fourth brother revealed his true form! ?
"To tell you the truth, the three masters behind me are very powerful. They are disciples of the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces turned pale, and even the yellow-skinned mice hiding in the bushes around them made squeaking sounds, revealing their deep shock.

Longhu Mountain is a Taoist sect. After the great catastrophe eighty years ago, the incense and worship there have been extinguished and the sect has disappeared.

The three Taoists in front of me are actually from the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain! ?
"Third brother, you actually made friends with the masters of Longhu Mountain."

Huang Qilang, the one with the least experience, spoke up. He had yellow hair and a loud voice with a hint of excitement.

Obviously, he was on Huang Sanlang's side.

To all the demons and ghosts in the world, the Zhang family of Mount Longhu is as powerful as gods and immortals.

When this name came out, even Huang Erlang, who thought highly of himself, was speechless.

"I have not only invited the masters from Longhu Mountain, but also reached a cooperation with the descendants of Baihe Temple. From now on, my Huangpi Cave will be protected by Baihe Temple and even the entire Taoist sect."

Huang Sanlang officially announced.

“This is the real way forward for the future.”

"White Crane Temple!?"

Huang Erlang was more and more shocked.

He was the leader of the Taoist sects in the world. He did not expect that Huang Sanlang would go so far and actually get in touch with the successor of Baihe Temple.

"But……"

Huang Erlang's expression became more and more ugly. Huangpi Cave has always been isolated from the world and never participated in fights between humans.

Huang Sanlang's sudden action was equivalent to leading Huangpi Cave to another path.

"Only with reform can there be a future, and only with opening up can there be a way out," Huang Sanlang said lightly.

"Huangpi Cave can only become stronger if it is bound to Baihe Temple."

As he spoke, Huang Sanlang leaned back on the bone chair, his sharp eyes sweeping across everyone's face.

"After I finish speaking, who is in favor and who is against?"

"I agree!"

Huang Qilang was the first to raise his hand to express his opinion.

Huang Silang recovered his breath, a hint of fear appeared on his hairy face, and he raised his hand tremblingly.

"I agree too." Huang Wulang pondered for a moment, looked at the three Taoists behind Huang Sanlang, and raised his hand as well.

Seeing the situation like this, Huang Erlang could only raise his hands helplessly.

"Agree."

"Very good!" Huang Sanlang nodded with a satisfied smile. He had convinced his peers and gained the final say in Huangpi Cave. He finally lived up to Li Changgeng's expectations.

"I object!"

At this moment, a delicate cry came from a distance.

In the surrounding bushes, yellow-skinned mice turned around and looked. In the central square, sharp glances were cast in the direction of the sound.

Huang Jiumei walked over in full view of everyone.

"Xiaojiu, you have no right to speak here." Huang Qilang shouted coldly.

"I am a disciple of Huangpi Cave, of course I have to speak."

Huang Jiumei glanced at him sideways, unafraid.

"Back then, when we destroyed the mountains and temples, 100,000 mountain demons were killed or injured. Isn't the lesson our ancestors learned with their lives profound enough?"

Huang Jiumei said coldly: "Third brother, your joining the White Crane Temple is like inviting a wolf into the house. These Taoists have never taken the lives of us monsters as their lives..."

"If you have such a thought, one day I will make Huangpi Cave fall into eternal damnation."

"presumptuous!"

Huang Sanlang shouted loudly, his eyes burning with anger.

"If you don't retreat now, you'll blame me for not caring about our friendship." Huang Sanlang's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The terrifying aura swept over like a strong wind, blowing towards me.

Huang Jiumei turned pale, staggered and took a step back.

At this moment, a broad hand landed on her shoulder, helping her to steady her body.

"Just now you said whoever has the bigger fist is the rule."

An indifferent voice echoed slowly in the square. At the same time, Zhang Fan slowly walked out from behind Huang Jiumei.

At this time, the demons and ghosts discovered that Huang Jiumei had also brought humans in.

"Zhang Wuming?"

Suddenly, the Taoist priest behind Huang Sanlang stood up suddenly and noticed Zhang Wuming next to Zhang Fan.

"Three brothers, please save me. I am being held hostage by this man."

Zhang Wuming shouted loudly.

"Um!?"

"Brother, you just said that you captured me. I am just stating the facts."

Facing Zhang Fan's sharp gaze, Zhang Wuming explained in a low voice.

"Xiao Jiu, I was wondering why you are so confident. It turns out you are colluding with outsiders and want to overthrow my Huangpi Cave?" Huang Sanlang sneered.

Although he didn't know Zhang Fan, but now the power was already established, and there were three masters from Longhu Mountain behind him, so naturally there were no taboos and he was in a safe position.

"You..." Huang Jiumei was furious.

If Huang Sanlang were to stay with Baihe Temple, it would be to open up the future, but if it were her, it would be to collude with outsiders.

"You are right..."

Zhang Fan's eyes swept over Huang Sanlang, and also over the three Taoists from Longhu Mountain behind him.

"Today I will let her sit on the throne of Huangpi Cave and see who is in favor and who is against it."

"She?" Huang Sanlang smiled: "Just you?"

"Yes, just me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fan took a step forward. A ray of light shone brightly from his spiritual platform, and his soul soared into the sky. In an instant, a terrifying aura covered the sky and swept in all directions.

Everyone's expression suddenly changed. Looking up, they saw Zhang Fan's soul invading like a big night, filling the whole sky.

The next moment, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed in the nine earths and ten directions.

"you……"

Almost at the same time, the yellow-skinned mice screamed loudly, and their souls left their bodies. They were harvested like leeks and sank into the mouth of that terrifying soul.

"The great evil spirit swallows up the heavens and the earth!"

Huang Erlang, Huang Sanlang, Huang Wulang...all roared and finally revealed looks of fear.

They didn't expect that the man brought by Huang Jiumei was so domineering and terrifying. If he disagreed with something, he would swallow up all the spirits in the cave.

Rumble…

These big monsters were very dangerous, but under that Yuanshen, they were like lambs to be slaughtered or fish on a chopping board. One after another, their Yuanshen left their bodies, but were swallowed up by it.

"You..." Huang Jiumei's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it.

In an instant, Zhang Fan swallowed all the spirits of the monsters and ghosts in the Yellow Cave.

"Three Corpses Refining God!?"

"Are you the heir of Wuwei Sect!?"

At this moment, the three Taoists from Mount Longhu were finally moved, and expressions of deep shock appeared on their faces.

(End of this chapter)