Pure Yang!

Chapter 312: Chen Long (Part )
At dusk, the setting sun was as red as blood, shining through the thick fog and poisonous miasma and falling in front of the ancient Huangpi Cave.

In the deserted central square, only a few skeleton chairs were left.

The yellow foxes hiding in the grass had long since dispersed, and this ancient demon cave had returned to its former tranquility, just like the vast mountains...

Cultivation means eternal loneliness.

Huang Jiumei saw Zhang Fan and the others off and had already walked out of the Huangpi Cave.

"In just one night, you've improved quite a bit."

Walking in the empty mountain, Zhang Fan glanced sideways. He could feel that Huang Jiumei's soul had grown a lot stronger, just like a root seedling fertilized with fertilizer, absorbing and growing, and was far from reaching its limit.

"That's all thanks to you." Huang Jiumei said in a deep voice.

The spiritual powers of the two Zhang family masters are better than any panacea, especially Zhang Liuming. He has reached the level of a great bodhisattva, and his body is protected by spiritual light, which is extraordinary and miraculous.

With such skills, he would be a backbone force no matter where he is, and a rare master.

Now they have all become Huang Jiumei's foundation, and her soul still has a lot of room for growth.

“No wonder the Wuwei Sect once swept across the world and became a disaster for the Taoist sect.”

Next to him, Zhang Wuming couldn't help but sigh. In fact, he had been observing Huang Jiumei all the way since he came out of the Huangpi Cave.

Taking the primordial spirit as medicine is indeed a shortcut to spiritual practice and the only way.

"It's a pity that you don't know this method, otherwise the absorption efficiency would be higher." Zhang Fan whispered.

The two souls passed through him and just entered into Huang Jiumei's body. It was like passing it on through one's own hands and inhaling second-hand smoke. Naturally, it was not as refreshing as doing it yourself.

"There are many ways to use the spirit as medicine. There are hundreds or even thousands of methods, which can be said to be profound and extensive." Li Miaoyin said in a serious tone.

After saying this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but look at her.

Even Huang Jiumei and Zhang Wuming couldn't help but show strange expressions.

The practice of replenishing the primordial spirit as medicine is regarded as a crooked and heretical practice by Taoists. Ordinary people have only heard of the name, but the actual methods of replenishing the spirit and making medicine are kept as a great secret that is not passed on.

As for the hundreds and thousands of tricks, ordinary people have no way of knowing them.

Just these few words are not something that an ordinary master can say.

"Have you ever tried the method of collecting essence?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"What do you think!?"

Li Miaoyin stopped, crossed her hands across her chest, and looked at Zhang Fan with a half-smile.

"Just kidding... Just kidding... I'm just asking casually, let's go."

Zhang Fan gave a dry laugh and pushed Li Miaoyin forward.

"What's going on with them?" Huang Jiumei couldn't help but mutter as she watched the two people walking forward.

"This is not a louse on a bald head..."

"It's obvious!"

"Lust is like a sword hanging over your head. Even Nan Zhang disciples are not immune to it."

Zhang Wuming shook his head and sighed, then took a step to catch up with Zhang Fan.

Half a day later, a quiet valley appeared before us. The surrounding peaks rose up, making the valley look like an open pocket.

Wherever you look, there are sacrificial stones everywhere.

"This is the place you want to find. It's called the Ancient Sacrifice Land in our Shiwandashan Mountains." Huang Jiumei pointed to the empty valley.

The place where Lin Jianyue pointed and the direction where Yu Xuanji's aura disappeared are both here.

In other words, Zhao Jiexuan is here.

Li Changgeng is here too.

"When the Wuwei Sect was at its peak, it controlled the monsters and ghosts in the mountains and seas, attracted worshippers from all over the world, established temples in rivers and on mountains..." Zhang Wuming murmured softly, recalling a story.

"Not bad!"

Huang Jiumei nodded and said, "When Wuwei Sect was at its peak, its incense spread all over the world. There were many believers in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and many demons, ghosts and monsters came to worship."

Throughout the ages, demons, ghosts and monsters have been regarded as evil by Taoism.

When the Wuwei School was at its peak, it was widely followed and taught everyone.

There are so many demons and ghosts in the world who believe in it that there are Taoist temples of Wuwei Sect in the deep and remote places of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

However, the believers who worship him are not human beings, but monsters in the mountains and demons in the caves.

Huang Jiumei once heard from the old monster in the cave that in the scene passed down by their ancestors, at that time, the Wuwei Sect was very prosperous, with ghosts and monsters making pilgrimages day and night, gazing at the moon and crying at night, for a long time.

Later, when war broke out, mountains were destroyed and temples were demolished, the Wuwei Sect was almost destroyed, and their Taoist temple in the Shiwanda Mountains was also burned down. The former glory was suddenly reduced to ruins.

The ancient sacrificial site was where the Wuwei Taoist temple was once located, and it was also the site of the final battle to destroy the mountain and the temple.

Countless Taoist masters died here, and countless Wuwei disciples were buried here.

The endless time turns into a flame, and all the ancient laws turn into smoke.

"This is the place where the Wuwei Sect once set its light." Zhang Fan looked at the deep valley and couldn't help but sigh.

"Do you really want to go in?" Huang Jiumei couldn't help but ask.

The ancient sacrificial site is known to be inauspicious.

The demon caves in the Ten Thousand Mountains are all kept secret and very few monsters or ghosts enter them.

However, some people also said that there were many Taoist and Wuwei magic weapons left here. Occasionally, there would be brave people who entered, but few could walk out alive.

"Just send her here." Zhang Fan whispered.

"I can go in with you." Huang Jiumei's expression changed again and again, and she added: "I'm not afraid of death."

"We're not going to die."

Zhang Fan smiled and said, "Besides, your level of cultivation won't be of much help if you go in with us."

Huang Jiumei bit her teeth lightly, her expression gloomy: "You are right, I am too weak."

"It doesn't matter if you are weak now, you will be very strong in the future."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan patted Huang Jiumei on the shoulder and said, "I'm optimistic about you."

"open……"

Huang Jiumei was a little dazed. She looked up at Zhang Fan with a look of sincerity and conviction.

"As we said, just keep an eye on your hole."

"One day, when you have the final say, we will meet again."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan turned around, waved his hand, and walked into the deep valley.

Li Miaoyin looked at Huang Jiumei deeply and followed her.

"Goodbye, little mouse." Zhang Wuming greeted him and followed closely.

"Bye now!"

Huang Jiumei looked at the three people's figures going away, murmured softly, and her eyes gradually became firm.

……

The valley is deep and unfathomable, and the mountain wind blowing in is like the roar of a wild beast.

The three of them walked in it. The surrounding mountain walls were so high that they seemed as small as ants.

"Taoists in ancient times liked to hide in the mountains. In this kind of environment, after a long time, one's state of mind will become different." Zhang Wuming said in a serious tone.

"Learn from nature, that's it." Zhang Fan nodded.

In Taoist practice, one abandons all thoughts, lets go of lust, and finally becomes empty of body and mind. One’s body is in an empty valley and one becomes the empty valley.

When you are in the mountains, you are the mountain yourself, blending into the heaven and earth and becoming one with the mountains.

That is the realm of pure yang and infinity, where one can hope to become an immortal.

Therefore, the word "immortal" represents a person and a mountain. When one goes deep into the mountain, he forgets the words to express himself.

"Murderful intent!"

After walking for a long time, Li Miaoyin suddenly stopped and stared ahead with a focused gaze.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw that the sun was setting and the bright moon was rising. A ray of bright light shone on the rock wall.

There was a tiger nailed there, about four or five meters long, much larger than an ordinary tiger.

At this moment, only a broken skin was left, and the scarlet blood spilled within a half-meter range, turning it black as if burned by fire.

"Good Taoism!"

Zhang Fan walked forward and observed for a while.

No one knows at whose hands this tiger demon died. The means were tyrannical and brutal, not even a trace of demonic aura was left, and it was burned to ashes. But just by looking at this skin, one can tell that this tiger practiced Taoism day and night, and had an extraordinary level of Taoism.

"Zhang Huntian!"

Zhang Wuming raised his eyebrows and uttered a name.

"Disciple of Bei Zhang?" Zhang Fan's eyes darkened slightly.

"it's him."

Zhang Wuming nodded: "This is his Xuanyang Great Handprint."

The true fire of Taoism is mysterious and high.

This method takes a different path in the Taoist true fire, different from the Fire Dragon Pill Sword of the Pure Yang Patriarch, but its reputation is even greater.

"He is indeed a master!" Zhang Fan's eyes focused.

This big beast was no simple beast. Its cultivation was equivalent to that of Huang Sanlang, but it was slapped to death here. Its flesh and blood turned to ashes, and its soul became silent.

The horror of Hun Tian was evident from this.

"Of course he is a master." Zhang Wuming said in a deep voice. "He was enlightened by the Great Fulitu and was canonized as a god. How could he be an ordinary person?"

"Da Fulitu... Da Fulitu, one of the nine inner alchemy methods, is indeed in the hands of the Bei Zhang lineage." Li Miaoyin whispered in a concentrated voice.

"What kind of method is Dafulitu?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

At that time, the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain was divided into north and south. The three treasures belonged to the Southern Zhang, and the Dafuli land fell into the Northern Zhang.

"Da Fuli soil..." Zhang Wuming pondered for a moment, not knowing how to describe it.

The nine great inner alchemy methods are extremely profound and mysterious, and are difficult to describe in words.

“Life, death, destruction and emptiness are all between heaven and earth.”

"To give an analogy, trees need soil to grow, otherwise they are just rootless duckweed, and life and death are nothing but illusions..."

At this point, Zhang Wuming said in a deep voice: "For practitioners only..."

"The Great Fuli soil is the soil for becoming immortal. It can allow people to be reborn from the dead."

Life in this world is like a rootless duckweed. Even if one has an innate soul, one still has to struggle in the cycle of life and death.

However, the Dafuli soil is like the root of life and death, which provides it with a support and allows it to experience the cycle and find good fortune.

In that soil, different seeds can produce different fruits between life and death.

If life and death are the origin, then the soil is the root.

Only by understanding the root can one see the truth.

As for the exact meaning of this method, Zhang Wuming couldn't explain it.

After all, he was not qualified to comprehend the wonderful alchemy method like Da Fuli Tu.

"In that case, I am even more interested in that Bei Zhang disciple."

Zhang Fan was silent for a moment, and his eyes gradually lit up.

"You'd better not be so interested." Zhang Wuming said in a deep voice.

Anyone from the Zhang family who is deified is no longer a human being.

"Since we are in the human world, are there any non-human beings?" Zhang Fan said indifferently.

boom……

At this moment, there was a loud noise and smoke and dust filled the air.

Li Miaoyin's hand moved as fast as a knife, and the terrifying force actually cracked the rock wall.

"This woman...if she were to be struck on the top of her head..."

Zhang Wuming swallowed and subconsciously looked at the top of Zhang Fan's head.

"what are you doing?"

"There is something in here." Li Miaoyin's perception is sharper than anyone else.

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and felt a cool air coming out from the crack.

"empty?"

"Zhang Huntian killed the tiger monster, but he didn't expect that by chance, there was another hidden secret here." Zhang Wuming couldn't help but say.

The mystery of fate is truly unpredictable.

boom……

Li Miaoyin used her hand again, shattering along the crack and opening an entrance.

At the same time, Zhang Wuming took out three flashlights from his backpack and gave them to Zhang Fan and Li Miaoyin respectively.

The three of them turned on the light and shone it inside, only to discover that this was a Taoist temple that had long since collapsed and been buried, with only a palace remaining.

The turbid air was filled with flying dust.

On both sides were broken and damaged stone statues, which, at a cursory glance, appeared to be human bodies with animal heads.

"The twelve zodiac signs!?"

Zhang Fan felt that the scene before him was somewhat familiar. The furnishings were very similar to the Tai Sui Temple he had seen before.

However, above the body at the top stood a human statue, with no face, no official position, and no appearance.

"This is the Renxiao Palace!"

Li Miaoyin spoke softly.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but look at him.

“There’s writing on the wall here.”

At this moment, Zhang Wuming called out.

Zhang Fan and Li Miaoyin walked over and saw strange fonts on the ancient wall, like ghost paintings. At first glance, each word seemed extremely wonderful and contained endless charm.

The large seal characters of dragon and tiger, the bone script of tortoise and snake, the star patterns and traces of clouds, the images of mountains and rivers…it seems that their shadows can be found everywhere.

"This is..." Li Miaoyin frowned slightly, revealing a strange look.

"This is the talisman of the Longhu Zhang family." Zhang Wuming said lightly.

A disciple of Mount Longhu, he has been practicing the [Tianshi Lu] since childhood. It is said that it records all the talismans and spells of Mount Longhu. Over time, a kind of writing has evolved from it that only the Zhang family can understand, and each of them is as mysterious and difficult to understand as the talismans.

"You don't understand?" Zhang Wuming looked at Zhang Fan.

"I don't understand." Zhang Fan shook his head.

"..."

"What does it say?" Li Miaoyin asked.

"This is a text left by a member of the Zhang family..."

Zhang Wuming took a quick look and said, "He is here to look for one of the nine legendary weapons..."

"Real dragon horn!?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fan's eyes focused: "One of the nine weapons? Is it here?"

He had heard of the name of the Nine Weapons from Ye Jinzhao, the number one master in Zhongnan Mountain. It was the nemesis of the nine inner alchemy methods.

Among the nine weapons, the one that restrains the holy fetus of gods and demons is called the Innate Seal.

"Who left the message?" Zhang Fan asked.

"he is……"

Zhang Wuming's eyes moved to the signature.

"Zhang Tiansheng!"

……

Late at night.

In Jingjiang City, in the downtown area, there is a food stall.

In the corner, a young man was licking noodles. Half a bottle of chili sauce in front of him had been poured into it, but his face was still not red and he was not out of breath, as if the chili sauce was not flavorful enough.

In the distance, the chef who was cooking was staring resentfully at the young man and the half bottle of chili sauce left on the table.

"Do you know that there is a ghost in your house?" The young man put down his chopsticks and suddenly shouted into the phone.

"You didn't even know you had a ghost?"

"No ghost, how did he find the Yellow Skin Cave and how did he find out the details?"

The young man took a sip of powder, took a tissue and wiped the red oil from the corners of his mouth.

"Tell Li Changgeng that I will go back after I finish eating the noodles."

The young man whispered, put down his phone, and poured the remaining half bottle of chili sauce into the bowl.

"It's really unreliable." The young man sighed, picked up the chopsticks and started stirring quickly.

"Can I sit down?"

At this moment, a beautiful woman came over. She had fair skin, delicate features, and a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows. In her arms was an orange tabby cat.

"Please sit down." The young man looked up and said casually.

"Your last name is Zhang?" The beautiful lady with the cinnabar mole stroked the tabby cat in her arms and whispered.

"Hmm?" The young man raised his eyebrows, and his hand holding the chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and his eyes turned sharp as he looked at the woman with the cinnabar mole.

"Your name is Zhang Huntian..."

"So who is Zhang Qianxuan to you?" asked the beautiful woman with a cinnabar mole with a smile.

"You actually know my uncle?" Zhang Huntian's eyes darkened slightly, revealing a serious look.

"What's weird?"

"My uncle is not an ordinary person. He rarely walks outside, and not many people know him."

"Whether it's the Dao Sect or the Wuwei Sect, there are only a handful of people who can call out his name."

Having said this, Zhang Huntian put down his chopsticks and looked at the beautiful woman with cinnabar mole in front of him with caution.

"What a vigilant child."

"Who are you?" Zhang Huntian asked in a deep voice.

"you can call me……"

"Chen Long!!!"

The beauty with the cinnabar mole stroked the tabby cat in her arms, her smile blowing like a spring breeze, melting into the long and dark night.

(End of this chapter)