Pure Yang!

Chapter 356: Another Exploration of the Three Corpse Yuandan! Discussion on the Dao at Heming Mountain
The big moon was hanging high in the sky. A silver-white plane flew across the dark night, flying through the clouds. The Yujing City below was gradually moving away.

"Where's your Li Miaoyin? Why didn't you bring her with you?"

On the plane, Ge Shuangxiu looked at Zhang Fan who had been silent, and couldn't help but ask.

This time, Li Miaoyin is finally gone.

"She's gone." Zhang Fan looked out the window and murmured softly.

Last night, he asked Li Miaoyin to have a midnight snack with him. He originally wanted to tell her that he was about to leave for Chang'an, but Li Miaoyin replied that he had already left Yujing City.

It was so sudden that one could even say he left without saying goodbye.

This made Zhang Fan feel a little strange.

"Gone? Where did they go?" Ge Shuangxiu was stunned for a moment and asked.

"She had something going on at home and left in a hurry." Zhang Fan said casually.

This was also the explanation Li Miaoyin gave him.

"You should be happy that your wife has returned to her parents' home." Ge Shuangxiu looked like an experienced person.

"I forgot that you are still in the honeymoon period."

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Fan glanced at him and said, "Old Ge, you are the descendant of Ge Zu after all, why are you as chattering as the old lady downstairs in our community?"

"Can a person who practices Taoism still be serious?"

Hearing this, Ge Shuangxiu couldn't help but laugh and said, "Why are you still in a hurry? A short separation is better than a new marriage!"

"By the way, are you going to Chang'an to look for your missing friend?"

Zhang Fan only mentioned Li Yishan to Ge Shuangxiu.

Now, the Zhenwu Mountain's disciple-recruiting ceremony is imminent, and Fang Changle, as the successor of Maoshan, certainly cannot leave. Xia Weisheng has returned to Zhenwu Mountain, and the Qi brothers have also returned to Laojun Mountain, so Zhang Fan only brought Ge Shuangxiu with him. In the Qingu Town, he fought against three people alone and won all of them, which shows that his cultivation is extraordinary.

This time he traveled with Zhang Fan, so he had a helper who could take care of him a little.

"Not entirely." Zhang Fan shook his head.

At the foot of Mount Zhongnan, there is the Tomb of the Living Dead. This is just a clue and an idea provided by Lou Hechuan.

Zhang Fan was not sure that Li Yishan was definitely there, so he could only try his luck and visit Qin Ergou. He had been practicing Taoism in Zhongnan Mountain for some time, and he wondered how his progress was.

"I'll take a nap." Zhang Fan leaned against the window with his eyes closed.

"You are cultivating the Holy Fetus of Gods and Demons, and you can still sleep?" Ge Shuangxiu couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Fan did not respond, his breathing became lighter and lighter, as gentle as a baby's.

At this moment, his soul looked inward and he arrived at the deepest inner scene.

clang... clang... clang...

The night was dark and hazy, like an endless abyss hidden within the universe. The sound of heavy chains colliding could be heard faintly, becoming the only movement in the total silence.

Then, a mysterious giant figure slowly emerged. He was covered in shackles and seemed to blend into the endless darkness.

Three Corpses Yuandan. After many days, Zhang Fan's soul finally came here again, wanting to explore the memories of the Three Corpses Taoist.

"You're finally here again." A mysterious voice sounded faintly.

"Finally? Are you waiting for me?" Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

The Three Corpses Yuandan is a backup of the soul created by practicing the Small Soul Division Method. Logically speaking, it cannot even be considered the simplest consciousness.

There may be more than one [Three Corpses Yuandan] left by the Three Corpses Taoist, but Zhang Fan always feels that the one in his body is extremely special.

"You have succeeded in merging with the gods and separated the three corpses. The disaster has already happened, so you will naturally come here to find a way to avoid it." The mysterious voice said coldly.

"You know everything." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

"If you knew everything, you would no longer be a memory."

"Memory can be traced back or extended, just like time. It exists both in the past and in the future." The mysterious voice replied.

"I am not here to find a way to avoid disaster, but a way to break the catastrophe." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

hum...

The sound of heavy iron chains colliding rang out again, and the huge figure in the vast darkness fell silent. After a long time, he finally said, "Disasters can be avoided, but disasters are hard to break."

"How to avoid it?" Zhang Fan asked.

"It's too late..." The mysterious voice replied: "The best time to avoid the Three Corpses Disaster is when it first occurs. It's too late to say anything now."

"He has come into this world and is growing stronger day by day. His growth rate is even more terrifying than you can imagine."

"How should he avoid disaster when he was born?" Zhang Fan continued to ask. He knew that the method of avoiding disaster might be the key to dealing with the Three Corpse Gods.

"Ren Xiao!" The mysterious voice uttered two words.

"Human figure!?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

"The human figures of all generations are the guardians of the Three Corpses who practice the art of life-saving. Although they are human figures, they practice the form of demons..."

"What is a demon?"

"If humans are the positive pole in the mortal world, then demons are the negative pole."

"Similarly, the three corpses are also the other side of the original spirit."

"Human zodiac is the way to avoid disaster." The mysterious voice echoed in Zhang Fan's ears. He listened quietly, but his brows were tightly furrowed.

"I think you have guessed it. How can there be no disaster if you can avoid such a catastrophe?" said the mysterious voice lightly.

"Human beings are consumables. Even if they are willing to pay the price, they can only avoid disasters, but cannot break them..."

"That is why, throughout history, there have been only three people who have truly mastered the art of the Three Corpses Illuminating Life."

The mysterious voice paused for a moment, and then became low and sinister.

"You've caused a big disaster. Do you know how terrible that thing is? It is the nemesis of the soul and the great calamity of becoming an immortal..."

"It is not a common practice for the Three Corpses to watch over one's fate. It has been many years since the Three Corpses appeared in this world."

"One day, he will find you and suck your soul dry. You will be him and he will be you. From now on, you will be inseparable..."

"At that time, he will be truly perfect!"

The mysterious voice echoed in the dark night, accompanied by the clashing of heavy iron chains, which made people feel creepy.

"How did the Taoist Sanshi break the calamity back then?" Zhang Fan suddenly asked.

The mysterious voice fell silent.

"He is the only person in the past thousand years who has mastered the art of the Three Corpses. He must have a way to break the calamity."

"His method of breaking the catastrophe cannot be replicated. Precisely because it cannot be replicated, he is the only one who has done it in the past thousand years." The mysterious voice replied.

"Don't say?" Zhang Fan whispered coldly.

"It has no meaning and no value in reference." The mysterious voice said firmly.

"If you don't tell me, I'll find it myself."

Zhang Fan took a step forward, and the huge shadow suddenly dissipated. Shadows filled the sky and surged in, like a river bursting its banks or a surging ocean.

Zhang Fan was drawn into the endless waves, exploring the Three Corpses Yuandan. He was already familiar with the process, he raised his hand and grabbed it, and a stream of light shattered.

Immediately afterwards, endless light and shadows flickered and intertwined, pouring into his soul like bubbles.

……

The mountains are towering and the moon is bright in the sky.

The rolling mountains are undulating, with yin and yang energy, and their momentum is like a dragon or a tiger.

On the Longhu Mountain, there is the Daluo Palace.

In the copper furnace in front of the hall, the flames rose, illuminating the dark night. In the hall, the statues of the Three Pure Ones sat high on the altar, and incense smoke curled endlessly.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, bending the candle flame and startling the gods in the clouds and smoke.

Almost at the same time, a man appeared in the Daluo Palace. He was about forty years old, unshaven and unkempt. His deep eyes seemed to be filled with the vicissitudes of life and the wanderings of the world.

He was wearing a tattered robe and barefoot, and he walked into the Daluo Palace in Longhu Mountain in a dignified manner.

"Three Corpses Taoist!"

Zhang Fan had explored the [Three Corpses Yuandan] three times in total, once when the Three Corpses Taoist was a teenager, and the other two times were in his youth.

This time, the Taoist Sanshi appeared even more vicissitudes of life. He had experienced ups and downs over the years, and although he did not emit a trace of aura, he already had the demeanor of the world's greatest master.

"Who dares to break into Longhu Mountain at night?"

At this moment, the two Taoists who were on guard immediately became alert, jumped up, holding magic swords, and stared at the Three Corpses Taoist with eyes as sharp as lightning.

"Someone from the Zhang family!?"

The Three Corpses Taoist looked at the two Taoists in front of him with an expressionless face. He walked past the two of them like a gust of wind.

The two Taoists didn't even see clearly, their bodies trembled and they fell down.

The Three Corpses Taoist didn't even look at it and walked to the side of the main hall. There was a painting covering the entire wall. No one knew which master painter created this work. The deep mountains were captivating and majestic. In the sky, several white cranes flew by. Under the pine trees, a Taoist was sitting cross-legged. Not far away, there was another white crane standing. It was bigger than the others of the same kind, and its forehead was vermilion like a crown.

White crane in the blue sky, Taoist priest in the mountains.

Such a painting was left in the most prominent position of the [Daluo Palace] in Longhu Mountain, with lines of small characters next to it: There is a thing that is mixed and formed before the heaven and the earth. It is lonely and lonely, independent and unchanging, and it circulates without end. It can be the mother of heaven and earth...

"Heming Mountain!" The Taoist priest Sanshi murmured softly as he looked at the painting in front of him.

The Great Dao begins from Heaven. Tracing back to its origins, we can talk about the Three Sovereigns ruling the world and the Five Emperors educating people. However...

The real establishment of a sect and religion began with the founder of Mount Longhu, Zhang Daoling, the founder of the Heavenly Master.

Legend has it that Taishang Laojun came to the world to preach, and he attained enlightenment on Heming Mountain.

From then on, Taoism became widespread and respected throughout the world.

Zhang Daoling, the founder of Taoism, is also regarded as the ancestor of Taoism and the master of all mysteries.

"Heming Mountain..."

Taoist Sanshi looked at the painting in front of him, thoughtfully. When he was young, he also recited scriptures and did homework in the Daluo Palace. He had seen this painting countless times.

After many years, I revisited the place and saw this painting again, but I had different feelings.

"You're back. You're back after all."

At this moment, an old voice came faintly from behind, and the flickering candlelight illuminated the tall but old figure.

The man was wearing a purple Taoist robe. The moment he stepped into the Daluo Palace, all the incense sticks in the palace surrounded him.

"Zhang Taixu..."

The Taoist Sanshi didn't even turn his head. He stood with his hands behind his back. His aura was so great that it seemed as if even the Longhu Mountain beneath his feet was suppressed by him.

"The best in the world... People outside say you are the best in the world... But I don't quite believe it." Zhang Taixu said lightly.

"So what if I'm the best in the world? So what if I'm not the best in the world?" Taoist Sanshi shook his head.

"As long as I am here, all the Taoist sects in the world will bow their heads."

The faint flames flickered, and such words made the head of Mount Longhu in front of him feel his eyes twitching.

"The person who said this is Zhang Kongming?" Zhang Taixu sneered.

"Zhang Kongming?" Taoist Sanshi shook his head.

"The one who said this is the leader of Wuwei Sect!"

hum...

As soon as these words were spoken, the bells in the Daluo Palace rang loudly, and the rising momentum seemed that even the immortals and gods sitting in the palace could not suppress it.

"Three Corpses Taoist... What a Three Corpses Taoist..."

"In the past, you also practiced here... After all, your surname is also Zhang." Zhang Taixu said dimly.

"Without form, all forms emerge; without action, nothing is left undone..."

The Taoist monk Sanshi whispered, "What difference does it make whether your surname is Zhang or not?"

"Zhang Taixu, do you think that you can suppress me by practicing [Da Fuli Tu] and [Jia Sheng Gui Si]?"

"Life and death are like rootless duckweed, while the wonderful land is a treasure land created by nature. Birth and death, from death to life..." The Taoist Sanshi laughed.

"Do you also want to sit on this throne that is number one in the world?"

If anyone in the world today uttered such arrogant words in front of Zhang Taixu, they would be regarded as ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.

It’s because he is Zhang Taixu, the leader of Taoism in the world and the strongest master of Longhu Mountain.

However, such words came from the mouth of the Three Corpses Taoist, who had already made the final decision.

Zhang Taixu looked at the Taoist priest Sanshi who had his back to him. He remained silent for a moment before he asked faintly, "Then why did you come back?"

"Let me take a look at this painting." Taoist Sanshi said lightly.

"Enlightenment at Heming Mountain!" Zhang Taixu raised his head and followed the Three Corpses Taoist to the ancient paintings on the wall.

This painting would be familiar to any disciple of the Zhang family.

"Enlightenment?" The Taoist priest Sanshi shook his head.

"Zhang Taixu, did you say it wrong on purpose? Or do you really not know?"

"What do you want to say?" Zhang Taixu's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice.

"The Zhang family's ancestors should have mentioned this in their notes..."

The Taoist monk Sanshi said softly, "This picture should not be called Enlightenment at Heming Mountain, but should be called..."

"On the Road!"

These two simple words made Zhang Taixu's old eyelids suddenly lift up. His eyes almost condensed into a line, staring at the Three Corpses Taoist Priest.

"Zhang Taixu, do you know? This painting is actually only half finished..." Taoist Sanshi suddenly changed the subject.

"I met my other half at Wuweimen..."

As he spoke, the Taoist priest Sanshi raised his hand and pointed.

"White cranes are flying in circles, clouds are floating high in the sky, in the distance there are tall pines, beside the stream... there is a person sitting there, discussing Taoism with the Taoist..."

"No need to say more." Zhang Taixu said in a deep voice.

In the Daluo Palace, the incense was burning like a boiling fire.

"It seems you know..." said the Taoist Sanshi dimly.

"In the place where Taoism originated, when Xuanzong was founded, what kind of person could sit and discuss Taoism with the Taoist ancestor?" The Taoist Sanshi laughed.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he was crazy or mocking.

"That man's Taoist name is Sanshi... He is also the founder of Wuwei Sect!"

The indifferent words echoed in the Daluo Palace, and the picture of the discussion on Heming Mountain seemed to come alive at this moment, with dark clouds floating and white cranes calling.

The world was so vast, and it seemed that only those two figures were left.

One of them is Zhang Daoling, the founder of Taoism.

The other one is not in the painting, but looking back at the more than two thousand years of Taoism, his presence and his influence are everywhere.

Three Corpse Taoist!!
(End of this chapter)