Pure Yang!

Chapter 331: The Great Tribulation of the Three Corpses! The Third Old Master

Late at night, Hongfu Garden.

The lights in the living room flickered. Zhang Fan sat cross-legged on the sofa, his soul suspended three feet above his head, appearing extremely unstable.

The three phantoms intertwined, creating a great disharmony. Faintly, streams of air rose from the sky, like three incense sticks, floating towards the distance, as if they were being pulled by an invisible force.

"The Three Corpses Tribulation, is it really so unpredictable?"

Li Miaoyin saw this and looked solemn.

From the moment Zhang Fan's soul returned to his body, his condition became extremely unstable.

Originally, he had no problem using the Divine and Demonic Fetus to suppress the Three Corpses, but tonight, in order to break through the danger, he had to use the Divine Dispersion Technique.

Who would have thought the consequences would be so serious!
The Three Corpse God was indeed just as the legend said. The three corpses caused disasters and the original spirit turned into catastrophe.

The relationship between him and Zhang Fan is like yin and yang, life and death, heaven and earth, and like gods and demons.

No matter how far apart they are, they can sense each other, just like quantum entanglement.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Three Corpse Gods are Zhang Fan’s biggest calamity now.

When he merges with the god, the calamity will come. Only by completely destroying it can it be considered as perfect merit and truly achieve the Three Corpses to Illuminate Life.

Rumble…

At this time, Zhang Fan's aura became more and more terrifying. His soul kept merging and splitting, splitting and merging, as if he was trapped in an endless cycle.

In this cycle, his aura continued to leak out, and the entire community's power system became unstable.

"No wonder the Three Corpses are said to be the final calamity of becoming an immortal." Li Miaoyin looked solemn.

According to the old legend, when a Taoist practitioner reaches the final stage of his or her ascension to heaven, the three corpses in the body will appear and cause trouble, destroying the foundation that has been laid for thousands of years and ruining the chance of becoming an immortal.

Because of this, the three corpses that are born with the original spirit are the last calamity on the road to becoming an immortal.

Just like when the primordial spirit first awakens, thoughts are the first calamity, and the three corpses are the final calamity.

As for what He is, no one knows.

"Zhang Fan..."

Li Miaoyin gritted her teeth and shouted through voice transmission.

The Three Corpse Gods seemed to be influencing Zhang Fan remotely, causing his soul to fall into an endless cycle of fusion and splitting. If this continued, even the strongest soul would collapse.

However, Li Miaoyin's call fell on deaf ears and there was no response.

hum...

Finally, Li Miaoyin couldn't sit still anymore. She leaned against Zhang Fan tightly and her soul left her body.

Rumble…

The next moment, behind Li Miaoyin's soul, a phantom of a baking furnace appeared. It was vast and nameless, as if born from the void, as if rising from yin and yang. It was mysterious and wonderful, and indescribable.

"The inner view of the soul?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan looked at the baking furnace and finally regained a bit of clarity.

"What are you doing?"

He suddenly looked at Li Miaoyin's soul and shouted in a low voice.

"Get out of here quickly, otherwise you will be implicated by my soul and be destroyed right before my eyes." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

The Three Corpses Tribulation is of no trivial nature.

This method is the nemesis of the soul. At this moment, his soul was trapped in a cycle of separation and combination, just like a meat grinder. Any ordinary soul that approached would be reduced to ashes.

“Dangers and dangers do not linger in my heart. They are just like floating clouds passing through the sky.” Li Miaoyin whispered.

"Don't talk, I'll help you get through this."

Rumble…

As soon as he finished speaking, the mysterious furnace inside the soul became larger and larger, and real fire gushed out. An illusion gradually rose in the furnace, enveloping the souls of Zhang Fan and Li Miaoyin.

In an instant, Li Miaoyin's soul seemed to melt, like water and milk, merging with Zhang Fan's soul, and was about to break the endless cycle and reunite the split soul.

Rumble…

A flash of thunder flashed in the sky.

The inner scene of the primordial spirit is wonderful, and the mysterious furnace is completely revived. There is no real fire inside, but the yin and yang qi are flowing, melting all laws and refining all things.

At this moment, the smoke from the incense finally stopped.

Zhang Fan's soul returned to one, and Li Miaoyin's soul seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, but it was so clear and bright in front of him.

A wonderful connection actually developed between the two of them. They were honest with each other, and they were in perfect harmony, as if they were no longer separate from each other.

Zhang Fan experienced unprecedented magic and joy.

At this time, the sky is clear and the earth is clear, there is no sky and no earth.

All mysteries disappear, only yin and yang know each other!

……

Late at night.

Yujing City, Southeast University Town.

At the Xuezhe Road subway exit, students are bustling out.

Most of the people who come out at this time are in pairs, both opposite sex and same sex.

At this point, the doors of the school dormitories were closed, so they had no choice but to live outside, two people squeezed into one bed, exploring the mysteries of life.

At this time, in a corner not far from the subway exit, a pancake stall still had its lights on. The egg liquid on the iron plate was spreading, emitting steam, and bursts of aroma wafted away.

If you set up a stall in a university town and do a good job, it should not be a problem to change your car once a year.

“Give me a set of pancakes.”

At this moment, an old voice came from the side.

Feng Pingan paused for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned his head to look, and saw an old man walking out of the dark night. It was the president of the Jiangnan Provincial Dao Alliance...

Lou Hechuan.

"Mr. Lou, you have a very sharp nose. Even if I'm hiding here, you can still find me by the smell." Feng Ping'an chuckled.

"Xiao Feng, do you think there is anything you can hide from me in Yujing City?"

Lou Hechuan looked indifferent and slowly walked to the pancake stall.

"When I was touching people's lives, you were still peeing in the mud."

The night was quiet and there was silence for a moment. The rising hot air was like a barrier separating the two people.

"Two eggs, with lots of chopped green onions and chili peppers."

Lou Hechuan broke the silence last.

"Mr. Lou, you are old, why do you still eat such heavy food so late at night?"

As he spoke, Feng Ping'an picked up the shovel and started to make pancakes, and the two of them became the stall owner and the diner.

"Tsk tsk, you're good at playing with fire, so you can make pancakes with ease." Lou Hechuan sneered, and there seemed to be a mockery in his words.

Who could have imagined that Jiao Tu Yanjun, the former vice president of the Jiangnan Provincial Dao League General Association, would have fallen to the point of selling pancakes at a stall.

"You followed the King of Daling Sect, but ended up in the market. Don't you think it's a pity?" Lou Hechuan said coldly.

"Xiao Feng, you should have a bright future. My position will be yours sooner or later."

“To rise, one must humble oneself. Being able to be in a high position, let go of everything, and return to earth is also a kind of practice.” Feng Pingan did not stop the movement of his hands at all. He turned the pancake over and spread eggs on both sides.

"Master Lou, you have been in that position for too long and have forgotten the original intention of cultivation."

As he spoke, Feng Pingan put down the shovel, looked up and asked, "Sweet sauce or hot sauce?"

"Add more hot sauce..." Lou Hechuan just opened his mouth and added, "Add some pork tenderloin and ham." "Eight dollars and fifty cents." Feng Ping'an said with his head down.

"So expensive?" Lou Hechuan raised his eyebrows. He only spent five yuan to buy a set of pancakes at the entrance of the Taoist Alliance.

"This is the king of kings' ham. The tenderloin is one dollar and fifty cents a string. You can calculate the cost yourself." Feng Ping'an said calmly.

Lou Hechuan didn't say anything, but took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code.

"Your super credit card has received 8.5 yuan..."

As the call sounds, the hot pancakes are ready.

"Mr. Lou, you didn't come here in the middle of the night just to eat some pancakes, did you?" Feng Ping'an finally couldn't help but ask.

Lou Hechuan took the pancake and took a bite while it was still hot. The sauce flowed out from under the thin dough, and the tenderloin and ham could be seen. It was indeed the real deal.

"Is there anyone else from the Zhang family in Yujing City?!"

hum...

As soon as he finished speaking, the fire in the stove suddenly became more intense. The roaring flames reflected on Lou Hechuan's face, making him look even more mysterious.

"Let me explain it a little more clearly..."

"Besides Zhang Fan, who else is in Yujing City?"

As Feng Ping'an listened to the words, the look in his eyes changed again and again. He looked at Lou Hechuan as if he got to know him all over again.

"Xiao Feng, do you think I'll just sit here and do nothing but wait for retirement?"

"You know? You have always known it?" Feng Ping'an said in a deep voice.

"His last name is Zhang, which is a sensitive name. I'm old, so I can't help being suspicious. So many things that happened in Yujing City are related to him." Lou Hechuan said calmly.

"You revealed everything about the incident at the old house, and he happened to be there. Even if you guess, you should be able to guess that he is the son of the Great Spiritual King."

"However, this kid is a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain, so I am still a little hesitant."

“It was not until King Huo Fa came to Yujing City on behalf of Baihe Temple and the secret of the divine and demonic fetus was revealed that I knew that the offspring of the King of the Great Spiritual Sect was undoubtedly Zhang Fan,” Lou Hechuan said with great certainty.

Having said this, Lou Hechuan looked at Feng Pingan, with a heavy look in his eyes.

"There are never so many coincidences in this world."

"Since you know this, why don't you report it to Baihe Temple?" Feng Ping'an said coldly.

He knew very well that Lou Hechuan had followed Jiang Wansui when he was young. It was because of his past and qualifications that he was able to sit on the position of president of the Jiangnan Provincial Taoist Alliance.

"You will understand once you sit in my position. There are so many things to weigh. Thinking about it is also a form of practice."

"Weighing the pros and cons? Mr. Lou, you also have contact with people from Wuwei Sect." Feng Pingan said meaningfully.

"He's just the son of a great spiritual king, that's nothing." Lou Hechuan shook his head and brought the subject back.

"I want to know who else is in Yujing City besides him."

"I don't understand what you mean." Feng Ping'an shook his head.

"Just now, someone revealed his identity in Yujing City. He was practicing the Three Corpses Illuminating Life!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Feng Ping'an's expression changed slightly.

"The Three Corpses are watching over one's life, the method of dividing one's spirit, combining and dividing... In other words, he is almost done with it." Lou Hechuan added, gritting his teeth.

"You should know what this means..."

"Three corpses..."

Lou Hechuan paused for a moment, and couldn't help but recite the name, his eyes becoming increasingly gloomy.

"This is a huge news. I need to know who else from the Zhang family is in Yujing City." Lou Hechuan asked again, his tone revealing an unquestionable majesty.

"How do you know that's someone from the Zhang family?"

"His Taoism is exactly the same as the Divine Hexagram." Lou Hechuan said in a deep voice.

The name Zhang Tiansheng, the God of Gua, was like a mountain to him, weighing more than a thousand pounds.

"The old man has been dead for many years." Feng Pingan said in a deep voice.

"Then he must be his descendant, otherwise he wouldn't have inherited the true teachings." Lou Hechuan said in a loud voice.

He originally thought that there was no one left in Nan Zhang in Yujing City except Zhang Fan.

Therefore, he had been patient and kept Zhang Fan with him, just to maximize the value of this seed at the most critical and important moment.

Now it seems that there are other people in Nan Zhang besides Zhang Fan.

Of course, one person practices two major inner alchemy methods at the same time?

Not to mention Lou Hechuan, anyone with a little common sense and a normal mind would not think in this direction.

"Xiao Feng, speak up quickly while I am still in charge of Jiangnan Province. Otherwise, we will be in a passive position if someone from Baihe Temple comes."

Lou Hechuan's words contained a warning.

Just because that person spoke out the names of the Three Corpses, just because that person cultivated the Three Corpses to illuminate life, the Baihe Temple far away in Shangjing would not remain indifferent.

This matter is still being suppressed, but if it really gets out, the whole world will be shocked.

Be it the various Taoist sects or the Wuwei sect, no one can sit still.

All the Taoist sects in the world would not want another Three Corpses Taoist to appear in this world.

Similarly, for the Wuwei Sect, that name represents the position of the sect leader, and the influence is unimaginable.

"I'll ask you again, is there anyone still alive in Nanzhang?" Lou Hechuan shouted in a deep voice.

"All the people in Nanzhang are dead, you should know that." Feng Pingan said coldly.

He looked at Lou Hechuan, and there seemed to be a flame dancing in his eyes.

"Mr. Lou, when you were young, you received favors from the Zhang family. You should not have forgotten it."

After these words were spoken, Lou Hechuan fell silent. After a long time, he nodded.

"When I was young, I was far away in Baihe, unknown, and was exiled to Maoshan. There I met the diviner Zhang Tiansheng. It was he who guided and promoted me, and I am where I am today..." A hint of reminiscence flashed in Lou Hechuan's eyes.

"But you were there too on the night when Nan Zhang was destroyed," Feng Ping'an said coldly.

“At that time, I was just a small role.”

Lou Hechuan shook his head and said, "You should know that such a major event will not be affected by anyone's will."

“This is the general trend…”

“It’s destiny too!”

"Destiny!?" Feng Ping'an sneered.

Lou Hechuan raised his eyes slightly, put the remaining pancakes into the bag and put it away.

"If you can't name the others, I'm afraid the identity of that kid won't be hidden."

Having said that, Lou Hechuan turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Feng Ping'an frowned and stopped Lou Hechuan.

"So, do you know who is still alive in Nanzhang? Who is still in Yujing City?" Lou Hechuan asked.

"I don't know who else is in Yujing City."

Feng Pingan shook his head: "But..."

"The third old master may still be alive."

"Third old master!?" Lou Hechuan's face trembled violently, a hint of surprise emerged in his eyes, but he uttered a name.

"Zhang Tianyang!?"

(End of this chapter)