Pure Yang!

Chapter 350 Zhang Wang and Maoshan! Clues to the Ninth Law
In the dark night, a silver-white car was driving on National Highway 203.

The two beams of car lights turned into two white lines, and the paths they crossed illuminated the long, dark road.

"Brother, the hunting of Chen Long is such a big event, why didn't we in Maoshan get any news before?"

Fang Changle was driving the car and caught a glimpse of Li Miaoyin sitting in the passenger seat. He then looked in the rearview mirror and at Senior Brother Yu Hua who was sitting in the back.

At this time, this Maoshan disciple, a powerful man at the Zhaishou realm, was closing his eyes to rest.

"Senior Brother..." Fang Changle couldn't help but call out again.

If Li Miaoyin hadn't come back to report the news, he wouldn't have known that such a big thing had happened in Qingu Town and that even masters of the Heavenly Master level had come.

Logically speaking, Jiangnan Province is the territory of Maoshan. Their lineage has been passed down for thousands of years and is deeply rooted. No matter what happens, they must not be able to hide from the eyes and ears of Maoshan.

"Of course we know." Yu Hua said lightly.

"Know?" Fang Changle frowned, looking displeased.

Zhang Fan is his brother in life and death. Maoshan does not know about the grudge between him and Chen Long, but Fang Changle is very clear about it. Because of this, he once told the sect that if there is any information about the Thirteen Zodiac Signs, especially Chen Long, he must be informed as soon as possible.

But this time, Zhang Fan put himself in danger, and he was the last one to know.

If Li Miaoyin hadn't come back to report the news, he would still be kept in the dark.

This put Fang Changle in a very passive position.

"Brother, since you knew about such a big thing, why didn't you tell me?" Fang Changle asked.

"Tell you? Tell you what?"

Yu Hua slowly opened her eyes and looked at Fang Changle: "What is your relationship with Zhang Fan? And..."

"Who is he?"

After hearing this, Fang Changle raised his eyebrows and looked at Li Miaoyin.

"Brother, what do you mean by this? You also know Zhang Fan, he is a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain..."

"Zhenwu Mountain..." Yu Hua shook her head: "What a good name."

"Then do you know where Qingu Town is?" Yu Hua suddenly asked, changing the subject.

"Where?"

"More than 40 years ago, the Nan Zhang lineage of Longhu Mountain lived there. Why did Zhang Fan appear there? His last name is Zhang, right?"

Yu Hua's words seemed to have a deep meaning.

"It's just a coincidence. He has a good relationship with the Jiangnan Provincial Dao Alliance. What's the problem with him going to help?" Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

"So, he went to Qingu Town to help because of Chen Long?" Yu Hua raised her eyes slightly and said.

"Of course." Fang Changle blurted out.

"Then do you know... what is Chen Long's last name?"

The faint words echoed in the speeding car. Fang Changle's eyebrows twitched slightly, and Li Miaoyin couldn't help but look at the figure in the rearview mirror.

Yu Hua sat in the back, her figure seemingly hidden in the shadows.

"His surname is also Zhang...an old friend of Nan Zhang!"

"Brother, you..."

Fang Changle was shocked. How secretive was Chen Long's true identity? Even the Dao League didn't know, and Bei Zhang had never seen through it. But Yu Hua actually revealed his origins in one sentence?
This is incredible.

"Brother, what did the master say to you before you went down the mountain?" Fang Changle suddenly asked.

Their master was naturally the headmaster of Mount Mao. Before leaving the mountain, Yu Hua was called over by him to have a private talk.

"Master asked me to watch you and not act rashly." Yu Hua said lightly.

"You asked me why I didn't reveal any information about such a big thing as hunting Chen Long. Let me tell you now..."

"This matter concerns the Nan Zhang lineage, and even more so the Dao League. We at Maoshan can only stay out of it."

Fang Changle remained silent after hearing this. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and looked at the road ahead.

"Brother, you said that more than 40 years ago, the ancient town of Qingu was where the Nanzhang lived... We in Maoshan and them..."

Fang Changle hesitated to speak, but the meaning behind his words was very clear.

As the local boss, Maoshan could not possibly not have dealings with the Nanzhang lineage.

"More than 30 years ago, the Southern Zhang fell, and the whole world was shaken overnight. We in Maoshan were already quite passive in this matter... So many years have passed, it is really not appropriate to have any relationship with them anymore."

Yu Hua shook her head and did not directly answer Fang Changle's question.

"So, senior brother, what did the master say to you?" Fang Changle asked in a low voice.

"This time when we go to Qingu Town, you don't have to do anything, just let me take care of it." Yu Hua said lightly.

"What are you going to do?" Fang Changle asked.

"We don't have to do anything? We're going there just to show our attitude..."

"Attitude? What attitude?"

hum...

As soon as Fang Changle finished speaking, the faces of the three people in the car changed at the same time, and they looked in the same direction.

There seemed to be a flash of white light in the sky above the ancient town of Qingu, which disappeared in a flash. Then, a terrifying aura spread to the surroundings like a flood bursting through a dam.

boom……

At this moment, there was a loud tire blowout sound, and the silver-white car instantly lost control and turned sharply.

Fang Changle tried his best to control the steering wheel in his hands and tapped the brakes rhythmically.

Gradually, the car, which seemed like a runaway horse, was brought under control and slowly stopped by the roadside. The tracks left by the tires looked messy under the moonlight.

The three of them got out of the car and looked in the direction of Qingu Town, feeling uneasy.

"What was that just now?" Fang Changle murmured softly.

"Something big has happened." Yu Hua said in a deep voice.

"Zhang Fan..."

Li Miaoyin clenched her teeth, feeling a strong sense of worry in her heart.

"The tire is flat, and we are still more than 20 miles away from Qingu Town."

Fang Changle possessed the body and checked the condition of the car.

"Let's go over there." Li Miaoyin said in a deep voice.

At this moment, she didn't want to wait any longer. With their level of cultivation, walking might not be much slower than driving.

drop by drop...

Just at this moment, a whistle sounded and a beam of dazzling car lights came from a distance.

When everyone turned around, they saw a black car slowly driving towards them and stopping in the emergency lane not far behind them.

"Friend, what's wrong?"

A clear questioning voice came from the black car.

Fang Changle heard this and hurried over: "Our car is broken down, can you give us a ride?"

Walking to the side of the black car, the window slowly rolled down. In the driver's seat, there was a young man with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand leaning on the window.

He turned his head and the flickering moonlight shone on his face.

Fang Changle couldn't help but be stunned.

"Brother Fang, long time no see."

"Zhang Wang!?" Fang Changle came to his senses.

Zhang Wang was a young man whom he and Zhang Fan met in Huizhou Province. He was involved in the Qin family's affairs.

On that day on Fangya Mountain, the Monkey King appeared out of nowhere, the Qin family was destroyed, and after all these changes, Zhang Wang disappeared.

For this reason, Zhang Fan looked for him for a while, but there was no news.

Who would have thought that we would meet here again.

"Why are you here?"

"Just passing by, get in the car."

"Come all over."

Fang Changle waved his hand and asked Yu Hua and Li Miaoyin to get in the car.

The roar of a car was heard, a beam of light illuminated the road ahead, and then it turned into a trail and disappeared into the distance.

"You kid finally showed up. Where have you been? Zhang Fan and I have been looking for you for quite a while." Fang Changle couldn't help but ask in the car.

"After the Qin family was finished, I left Huizhou and went wherever I wanted to go and have fun." Zhang Wang said with a smile while driving.

"Didn't you say that it's better to leave quickly, otherwise there will be trouble."

"You are quite obedient." Fang Changle breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the person is okay, he is glad.

At first, Zhang Fan blamed himself for a while, fearing that he would implicate this honest and upright little brother.

"Junior brother, this is..."

At this moment, Yu Hua spoke.

"Oh, this is a close friend I made in Huizhou Province. He is also a Taoist priest." Fang Changle smiled.

Strictly speaking, Zhang Wang was also a cultivator, but when thinking of his strange methods of cultivation, such as handstand and drawing oneness, Fang Changle didn't know where to start.

"How long have you been in Jiangnan Province?" Fang Changle asked.

"Not long after, I wanted to climb Mount Maoshan to see the scenery of the Shangqing ancestral temple." Zhang Wang said lightly as he looked at the road ahead.

"Then you've come to the right place. My brother and I are from Maoshan."

"Then you are considered a famous and powerful sect." Zhang Wang said with a smile.

"Come to think of it, the last time I went to Maoshan was many years ago. At that time, the ticket was only 60 yuan. Has the price increased now?"

"It's one hundred and twenty now." Fang Changle chuckled.

"That year, it snowed heavily and I stayed in the mountains for two days..." Zhang Wang recalled.

"It's snowing heavily? When?" Fang Changle asked.

It rarely snows in Jiangnan Province.

"I can't remember, but at that time a Taoist priest invited me to drink a cup of tea..."

"Master Taoist? What's your name? Maybe I know him." Fang Changle said casually.

He was a descendant of Mount Mao, so naturally he knew all the Taoists on the mountain.

"His Taoist name is Zhuoqing." Zhang Wang whispered in a serious tone.

"What?" Fang Changle was stunned for a moment, and even Yu Hua, who was sitting in the back seat, couldn't help but have a different kind of light in her eyes.

"Do you know my master?"

Chen Zhuoqing, also known as Zhuoqing Taoist, is the current head of Mount Mao.

"Master Zhuoqing is your master?" Zhang Wang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered, "Then it's really fate."

"My master rarely shows up. It's a great fate that you can drink a cup of tea with him."

Fang Changle couldn't help but said, "Come back with me to the mountain some other day. If he still remembers you, maybe there will be a chance for you to join us at Maoshan and correct your ways."

There was another sentence that Fang Changle kept in his heart and did not say out loud.

"It's better than those wild fox Zens you practice."

"Okay."

Zhang Wang nodded: "Speaking of which, I met Taoist Zhuoqing many years ago. If you return to the mountain, please give my regards to him and say..."

"I will definitely visit you some other day!"

After the words were spoken, the car suddenly fell silent, as if everyone's thoughts were suddenly cut off at this moment. Only the car was moving, the wind was whistling outside the window, and the big moon in the sky was like a disk.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Wang's voice sounded again.

"Qingu Town!" Fang Changle said.

"Qingu Town..." Zhang Wang murmured softly, chewing on the name.

“It’s a nice place.”

hum...

In the pitch-black night, on National Highway 203, the black car sped away and gradually disappeared at the end of the road.

……

Qingu Town, the ancestral home of the Zhang family.

The ancient building was empty, the escalator was covered with dust, and there was a thick layer of cobwebs in the corners.

Since the fall of Nan Zhang, this small building has been empty. No one has cared about it for many years, and not even a mouse can be found.

Zhang Fan walked up the stairs and went directly to the top fifth floor.

This place has also been emptied out. The walls are mottled and covered with mold. The floor has become loose and makes a squeaking sound when you step on it.

Looking up, there was only a tattered plaque hanging there, with four big characters written on it: Respect Ancestors in accordance with the Law.

In the past, at the end of every year, the disciples of the Nan Zhang lineage would gather here to stay up all night to honor their ancestors, cultivate themselves and offer sacrifices to the Taoist sect.

"The building is deserted and no longer the same as it used to be..." Zhang Fan sighed.

This small building is already empty, what else could be left here?

But since Zhang Tianyang let him in, there must be a deeper meaning.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan used his soul to check on the small building, but it was still empty, with nothing in it.

"Um!?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan looked up suddenly, and saw that after his soul swept over the shabby plaque hanging high, a vague mark slowly appeared.

"Can't see clearly!"

Zhang Fan's soul jumped out from the spiritual platform and approached the shabby plaque. As his soul got closer, the vague mark became clearer.

It turned out to be a hexagram, with Kun (earth) on top and Li (fire) on the bottom. This is...

"Ming Yi Gua!?" Zhang Fan recognized it.

Brightness enters the earth, and it is bright and peaceful. A gentleman governs the masses, and uses obscurity to achieve clarity.

This hexagram represents the sun setting and the light being obscured. Whenever one gets the Mingyi hexagram, it means one is in trouble and the future is uncertain. One needs to hide one's edge, bide one's time and wait for the right opportunity.

hum...

Zhang Fan’s soul was like a ray of fire, lighting up the hexagram.

At this moment, the strange hexagram began to change, swapping positions and moving in reverse. Slowly, a new hexagram emerged.

"Li on top and Kun on the bottom..."

"Fire Earth Jin!"

"Is this the Jin Gua!?" Zhang Fan's eyes focused, and he felt an unusual fluctuation.

The Jin hexagram is exactly the opposite of the Mingyi hexagram, like the sun rising above the ground, at the most right time, symbolizing brightness and prominence.

Rumble…

As the Jin hexagram appeared, the traces on the hexagram began to dissolve like a code, and dots of mysterious light continued to gather. A ray of light emerged and slowly fell in front of Zhang Fan.

The light was extremely clear, as bright as glass and as bright as a big moon.

"Is this... a thought!?" Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

Thoughts are the most bizarre power in the mortal world. Mortals use them to enter nirvana, Taoists use them to hope for immortality, and immortals and gods use them to reach the infinite...

On that day, Zhang Fan was able to merge with the gods successfully because of a thought in the Jinxia Treasure Box.

He was extremely familiar with the aura of thoughts. The ball of light in front of him was a thought, and it was a thought left behind by an extremely powerful person.

"grandfather!?"

Zhang Fan guessed with some uncertainty, thinking about the two hexagrams just now, perhaps this was the idea that Zhang Tiansheng left behind.

If it were someone else, they would naturally not dare to touch it casually. After all, thoughts are a taboo for practitioners. But Zhang Fan is different. He is cultivating the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons, and he dares not even spy on the Three Corpses Yuandan at will.

hum...

Zhang Fan's soul slowly approached and merged with the brilliant thought of the glass.

"Does the Ninth Law really exist in this world?"

"Maybe there is, and someone has mastered it..."

"However, the universe is so vast, and throughout history, only this one person has been able to master this skill."

At this moment, countless lights, shadows and sounds exploded in Zhang Fan's head.

(End of this chapter)