Pure Yang!

Chapter 321: Victory Memorial of the Battle of Shiwandashan! Zhang Wuming and the Three Corpses Taoist

Jingjiang City, eastern suburbs.

Qingyou Temple is one of the eight Taoist temples established by Sanqing Mountain in Jingjiang City. It is always guarded by masters of high level.

Although Taoist sects are located in famous mountains and rivers, the dispute over incense offerings has existed since ancient times.

When the Wuwei Sect was weak, all the major Taoist sects and even the families of cultivators would recruit disciples, but they hid themselves in the city and ordinary people had no way of knowing about them.

"Senior Sister Xuanji has been in seclusion for two days. Is she okay?"

At this time, a middle-aged Taoist priest stood outside Jingshi, looking inside with some concern.

As the head of Qingyou Temple, although Fang Canbing is much older than Yu Xuanji, he still respectfully calls her senior sister.

After all, Yu Xuanji is a master at the level of Bodhisattva and the successor of Mount Sanqing.

"Brother, it looks like she was seriously injured." A younger Taoist priest nearby couldn't help but say.

"Yu Xuanji's cultivation is unfathomable, and she is very close to Baihe Temple. Who would hurt her?" Fang Canbing frowned, looking thoughtful.

"Brother, she is now in dire straits. If you can take care of her, with your achievements in Qingyou Temple over the years, you will have a bright future when you return to Sanqing Mountain one day." The Taoist whispered.

Fang Canbing's heart moved slightly. He had been running Qingyou Temple for more than ten years. Now, the number of disciples has grown to more than one hundred, among which more than twenty have awakened their primordial spirits. Not to mention the believers, most of whom are big entrepreneurs and many politicians. The incense money they pay every year alone is as high as eight figures.

Such achievements can be considered outstanding among the many Taoist temple managers who have been sent out to other places.

Every year during the annual assessment of the mountain gate, he won titles such as "Best Taoist Priest of the Year", "Best Manager of Western Guangxi Province", "Expert in Incense and Fire", and "Excellent Taoist Temple Manager".

I have the qualifications and the achievements, but now I just need a backer.

"Cook? How to cook?" Fang Canbing asked in a deep voice.

"Junior brother, I have three strategies here: best, medium and worst." The Taoist raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

Rumble…

At this moment, a dull sound came from the quiet room, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"Senior Sister Xuanji, are you okay?"

Fang Canbing hurried over, stood in front of the door, and looked inside with concern.

call……

In the quiet room, Yu Xuanji's black hair was disheveled, her face was as pale as paper, and her beautiful face showed a hint of morbid beauty.

"Zhang Fan..."

She clenched her teeth, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she kept muttering Zhang Fan's name.

Yu Xuanji never dreamed that the loss of this trip to the Shiwan Mountains would be so heavy...

Zhang Huntian, Xiang Tingshan and Huang Sanlang all died there.

Even Li Changgeng could not escape and was ultimately defeated by that man.

The first three were fine, but Li Changgeng’s death was so cruel that it was like the collapse of her faith.

In Yu Xuanji's heart, Li Changgeng is not only the most outstanding successor of Baihe Temple, but also the hope of Taoism in the future.

He has mastered the art of seizing the destiny of heaven and earth and awakened the three great magical powers. Such a heaven-defying existence can only be counted on one’s fingers, even in the long history of Taoism.

She even felt that one day, Li Changgeng would be able to destroy the Wuwei Sect and bring the glory of the Taoist Sect to an unprecedented height.

But now, all of this has disappeared with the death of Li Changgeng.

"Zhang Fan, do you think you can rest easy?" Yu Xuanji gritted her teeth, hatred flashing in her eyes.

Zhang Fan's identity is sensitive to begin with. He is a remnant of the Southern Zhang clan, not to mention that he has also practiced the Three Corpses Illuminating Life, which is a big taboo in Taoism. As long as this news gets out, the whole world will know about it and this man will become the target of public criticism.

"Just wait, I won't let you live in peace." Yu Xuanji said coldly.

At this moment, the strange thing that appeared on Zhang Fan's body in the deep valley emerged in her mind.

"Three corpses bring disaster... Three corpses bring disaster..."

Li Changgeng kept muttering this before he died.

Yu Xuanji's eyes darkened slightly, revealing a look of deep thought.

She seemed to have seen a similar existence in an ancient book or manuscript in the sect.

It seemed to be a picture, with a figure sitting cross-legged, three balls of incense rising behind him, and a shadow accompanying him, absorbing the three balls of incense.

"The three corpse disasters... and the primordial spirit are all born before birth..." Yu Xuanji spoke.

The Sanqing Mountain organization once mentioned in a notebook that it was the most terrifying method in the world and the disaster that practitioners feared the most.

The three corpses are hidden within the human spirit and are innate.

Ordinary people's seven emotions and six desires thus breed, disturb behavior, and produce cause and effect.

But that's all. However, for those who practice Taoism, it is a calamity for becoming an immortal and a disaster for longevity.

However, the three corpses are invisible, and even in the eyes of ascetics, they are metaphysical things.

But throughout the ages, there is a method that can make the three corpses materialize and behead them outside the body.

When success is achieved, disaster will come.

That thing is not only the nightmare of practitioners, but also the nightmare of all practitioners.

"Three Corpse Gods..."

Yu Xuanji finally remembered the name of that thing.

As for what it is and where it comes from, the founder of Sanqing Mountain did not mention it. Perhaps such a being does not know the great secret.

"Zhang Fan, your fate is not this, but I don't believe you won't die." Yu Xuanji gritted her teeth.

"what……"

At this moment, a scream was heard from outside the door.

Yu Xuanji raised her eyebrows, like a frightened bird, stood up abruptly, pushed the door open and walked out.

Under the dim moonlight, Fang Canbing and his fellow apprentice collapsed in the yard. Their bodies looked like zombies, almost lifeless, with only a faint breath still remaining.

In other words, they have lost their souls and have completely turned into vegetables.

"The soul is gone?"

Yu Xuanji's expression changed slightly. She could feel that the huge Qingyou Temple was empty, and it seemed that she was the only one there.

"The soul is gone?"

Yu Xuanji's heart skipped a beat. There were at least twenty people in Qingyou Temple, and in an instant, there was no movement.

"Who?"

Yu Xuanji turned around abruptly, and suddenly, her delicate body trembled violently. She felt extremely cold, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Her eyes trembled, and a figure appeared in front of her. It was gray and kept moving. Its shape was similar to that of a soul. The face was extremely familiar, just like...

Zhang Fan! ?
"Three Corpse Gods!?"

Yu Xuanji's scalp was numb. She never dreamed that this thing would follow her here.

"you……"

Yu Xuanji's body was out of control. She kept shaking and was almost unable to move. Her soul was sealed and could not leave the spiritual platform.

"Sanqing Mountain..."

At this moment, the strange voice uttered strange syllables, and there seemed to be a hint of clarity in the chaotic eyes. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Yu Xuanji.

……

Two days later, outside the Shiwanda Mountains.

Xiaodu Town.

"Zhang's boy, you have almost recovered."

The bald old man walked into the house carrying a pot of freshly boiled tea. In the countryside, everything was simple.

Zhang Fan and others recuperated here for three days, and he also recovered.

After all, he had suffered from the Three Corpses Disaster. Zhang Fan's soul was that thing's greatest desire in the world. The Three Corpses could let it smell the scent and devour his soul.

Fortunately, Zhang Fan had escaped from the dark night and his soul was intact. He only needed to allocate some of his strength to suppress the Three Corpses with the Divine and Demonic Fetus.

Even if he had to divide up some of his strength, Zhang Fan's soul was still much stronger than before. The most important thing was that this was also a form of cultivation for Zhang Fan.

There is a subtle relationship between the Holy Fetus of God and Demon and the Three Corpses that illuminate life. In the mutual suppression, he seems to be able to glimpse the connection and mystery between them.

"Thank you, Master Xiang. It's almost done." Zhang Fan nodded.

"You're in big trouble." The bald old man couldn't help but say as he looked at Zhang Fan's thoughts.

“I really don’t know what your family is thinking. Why do you have to refine this damn Three Corpses to Guard Your Life?” the bald old man said earnestly.

"We Nan Zhang..." Zhang Fan hesitated to speak.

When he was born, Nan Zhang had already passed away. Zhang Lingzong seldom talked to him about family matters. Sometimes when he asked, Zhang Lingzong would rarely lose his temper.

"The Three Corpses are the best in the world. There are many secrets of this inner alchemy method, and I don't know them all. I only know that the demise of your Nan Zhang has a lot to do with this method." The bald uncle said in a deep voice.

"The Three Corpses Disaster!" Zhang Fan seemed to be thinking about something.

He knew very well that only by completely destroying that thing, or even devouring it, could he truly master the art of the Three Corpses Guarding Life and escape from the calamity. Otherwise, his soul would be restrained by it for the rest of his life, and there would be no hope for him to comprehend Pure Yang.

"What on earth is that?" Zhang Fan had a question in his mind.

Everything has its origin.

Even the Three Corpse Gods, who are said to be innate, are no exception. If we find out their origins, perhaps we can find a way to solve the problem.

Unfortunately, this principle is easier said than done. If it could be done, there would not be only three people who have mastered this method throughout history.

"You killed the heir of Baihe Temple. I'm afraid this matter can't be concealed for much longer."

The bald old man's voice brought Zhang Fan back to his senses.

"It's really a trouble." Zhang Fan looked grim.

This time he didn't do it cleanly and let Yu Xuanji escape. If he had killed this woman at that time, perhaps there would be no worries in the future.

"News just came from Sanqing Mountain today."

After all, the bald uncle is the demon leader of the Ten Thousand Mountains, and everything happening on the ground is under his control.

"Two days ago, they were robbed by monsters from the Wuwei Sect at the Qingyou Temple in Jingjiang City." The bald old man said in a deep voice.

"Wuwei Sect?"

"None of the more than 20 disciples were spared, and their souls were all taken away." The bald old man poured a bowl of steaming tea and handed it to Zhang Fan.

"Are you so arrogant?" Zhang Fan looked strange.

Although the Wuwei Sect uses the soul as medicine, they have always acted in a low-key and patient manner. It is rare for them to kill a group of disciples so blatantly.

After all, in modern society, even if you want to conceal the truth from ordinary people, it would be very troublesome to deal with the sudden disappearance of more than 20 people.

"After the Jiazi eradication of the demons, the Wuwei Sect has been dormant for sixty years. It seems they can't sit still anymore." The bald old man sighed.

He seemed to have foreseen that the fight between Taoism and Wuwei would rise again, and by then it would sweep across all the major sects in the world, and even these monsters and ghosts hiding in the secret realms of mountains and seas would find it difficult to stay out of it.

"There is another piece of news. The heir of Sanqing Mountain has returned to the mountain gate this morning."

"Yu Xuanji!?" Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

What he worried about most happened.

"She didn't mention you after she returned to the mountain gate. Instead, she went into seclusion and didn't see anyone." The bald old man saw Zhang Fan's worry and said directly.

"Ah!?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

This doesn't quite make sense.

"You are safe for now." The bald old man glanced at me and said calmly, "But you can't stay here any longer."

"You Zhang family members... are simply disaster stars. Even a hundred thousand mountains cannot contain a disaster star like you."

"Let's go today."

"Yeah, okay." Zhang Fan also knew how much trouble he had gotten into.

"Master Xiang, I will remember this kindness."

"Don't remember it."

The bald old man quickly shook his head and said, "What kind of favor are you talking about? If you get into trouble in the future, just be thankful that I won't be mentioned."

"..."

On that day, Zhang Fan, Li Miaoyin, Xia Weisheng, Qi Delong, Qi Dongqiang, Fang Changle and others packed up and left.

"Let's take a group photo to commemorate the great victory of the Shiwan Dashan Campaign."

Before leaving, Fang Changle suggested.

Perhaps he did not know what kind of legend and influence this victory and this group photo would have in future generations.

"Uncle Xiang, please take a photo for us."

Zhang Fan took out a worn-out cell phone and handed it to the bald old man.

"How awesome! You let the demon leader of the Ten Thousand Mountains take a photo for us." Qi Delong was secretly amazed.

"He also does this part-time." Zhang Fan whispered.

The group took their seats, Zhang Fan naturally stood in the C position, Li Miaoyin stood next to her, and Xia Weisheng was next to her.

The brothers Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang only took up one seat, and Fang Changle stood behind them.

Everyone made hand gestures and shouted at the camera.

"Pure Yang!"

Click...

A picture is permanently frozen in time: in a dilapidated small town, behind it are the endless vast mountains.

That day, Zhang Fan and others said goodbye to the bald old man and left Xiaodu Town.

"Why do I feel like I forgot something?"

On the way, Zhang Fan murmured softly, as if he had lost something.

"Don't be suspicious. It seems you haven't recovered yet."

"It's normal to be a little tired after a war."

"You are right." Zhang Fan nodded and stopped thinking about it.

……

Late at night, the lone moon hangs high.

In the dark and empty valley, a cloud of dust rose into the sky, accompanied by the sound of gravel breaking through the air and splashing.

A figure rushed out from the buried ruins.

“I was almost buried alive.”

Zhang Wuming was in a mess, spitting out dirt and gravel from his mouth.

On that day, Chen Long suddenly appeared, shocking everyone in the surroundings and crushing the dilapidated Taoist temple. He was just one step slower and was buried inside.

"Where are the people? Have they all dispersed!?"

"Zhang Fan!?"

Zhang Wuming called out, but the echo was empty and no one responded.

"I'm glad I survived a great disaster." Zhang Wuming breathed a sigh of relief and struggled out of the ruins.

At this moment, a ray of light reflected by the moonlight caught his attention.

"Um!?"

Zhang Wuming followed the trend and searched in the ruins for a while, and he took out a small bronze box with strange patterns printed on it, as if there were three streams of air interweaving and converging.

"What is this?" Zhang Wuming muttered as he opened the box.

A pill appeared before his eyes, and mysterious waves came from the pill, like ripples in the water, passing through Zhang Wuming's soul.

His heart was shocked, and he instantly knew what this thing was.

"Three Corpse Yuandan!?"

(End of this chapter)