Pure Yang!

Chapter 363: The Master of Yuan Palace! On Chunyang Road

Lou Hechuan is dead!
This old man who rose to prominence during the Southern Zhang era was once highly regarded by Zhang Tiansheng. The former ruler of Jiangnan Province who followed him across the river for thousands of years died...

He died in Shangjing, died on an unfinished life path, died on the hopeless path to immortality...

"How could it be? How could he die? He was fine before he passed away."

Zhang Fan's eyes trembled. He could hardly believe it. The old man's voice, appearance and smile appeared in his mind.

Nan Zhang had done him a great favor, but he also had deep feelings for Nan Zhang. If he had not risked his life to pull Zhang Lingzong out of the pile of dead bodies, how could there be the Zhang Fan of today?
Not to mention, he later had many dealings with Jiangnan Province, and this old man also took good care of him.

Before Lou Hechuan went to Beijing, Zhang Fan paid a special visit to him. The old man said that he would probably retire from the front line and live a leisurely life.

The voice and appearance of the past are still before my eyes. Who would have thought that this separation would be forever.

"The news from Shangjing said... Mr. Lou had a sudden heart attack and died after rescue efforts." Wu Qingnang said in a low voice. His face was calm, but it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"heart disease!?"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, then said coldly: "He is a master of the Zhaishou realm, his life skills are highly developed, his inner elixir is already alive, his body is old but flawless, how could he have a heart disease?"

"Is this a lie?"

Zhang Fan's voice became as cold as ice.

Wu Qingnang raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Zhang Fan deeply.

"The meaning of the Shangjing side is that Mr. Lou had made great contributions in his life, but also made mistakes. Now that he is gone, they will let bygones be bygones. The funeral will be simple, with no mourning hall or memorial service..."

boom……

Zhang Fan clenched his fists and slammed them on the table. He stood up, turned around and left without saying a word.

"Xiao Zhang..."

Wu Qingnang looked at Zhang Fan's back and shouted.

Zhang Fan paused for a moment, then stopped and turned around.

"Everyone has his or her own destiny in life. The so-called ending is already determined on the day of decision..." Wu Qingnang whispered.

"You mean Mr. Lou had already predicted that this day would come?" Zhang Fan whispered coldly. He turned around and looked at Wu Qingnang.

"Then I want to know, who decided this ending for him?"

"Long live Jiang?"

"Be careful with your words!" Wu Qingnang frowned and said in a deep voice.

"President Jiang is a person who would never resort to lynching in vain."

"Really? I understand." Zhang Fan was silent for a moment, his expression becoming more lonely and desolate.

"Acting Chairman Wu... Chairman Wu... Mr. Lou's body..."

"He will be cremated on the spot, and his ashes will be transported back to Jiangnan Province for burial... He has no descendants or relatives. The above means that a cemetery will be selected in Yujing, and the cost will be paid by the Jiangnan Provincial Alliance." Wu Qingnang said in a serious tone.

Lou Hechuan lived a lonely life, and he devoted his entire life to Jiangnan Province.

"I understand. Once a place has been chosen, please inform President Wu." Zhang Fan nodded.

"I understand." Wu Qingnang whispered.

"Gods are originally mortals, but mortals are not determined enough... President Wu, there are so many disasters in the world, who do you think can reach the end of this road?"

Zhang Fan murmured softly, as if he was talking to Wu Qingnang, but without waiting for the other party to answer, he turned and left.

That figure seemed extremely lonely and desolate, as if he was the only one in the vast world.

"Gods are originally mortals, but mortals are afraid that their will is not strong enough..."

Wu Qingnang looked at Zhang Fan's back, his expression still calm, without any fluctuations.

"In this turbid world, everyone we meet is here to help us face disasters... In the end, we are left alone..."

Wu Qingnang muttered to himself leisurely, and casually opened the thermos cup beside him. He could vaguely see purple-brown liquid inside.

"President, your mutton soup bun is here, but it doesn't have mutton, coriander or chopped green onion."

Just at this moment, a young man came over, bringing a steaming bowl of mutton soup.

……

It was late at night, and Zhang Fan returned to his room, where he began to meditate and practice, refining his spirit.

He had to admit that Lou Hechuan's death made his mind wander and his consciousness became restless.

This is the sadness of being in the world, with so many complicated things and human relationships. Any slight change will make your thoughts fly and ideas multiply, which will then breed emotions, make the conscious mind restless, and affect the soul.

Therefore, in ancient times, Taoist practitioners liked to stay away from the worldly world and retreat into the mountains in order to avoid the disturbance of worldly affairs and stay away from the pull of human relationships.

In fact, this does help with the cultivation of the spirit, but it is not real kung fu.

Things start from people, people are refined in things, it is easy to have feelings but hard to forget them, only the Supreme One can attain the true Tao.

Zhang Fan activated [Holy Embryo of Gods and Demons], taking the thoughts of nourishment as medicine, and all kinds of emotions dissolved in his body like a torrent. His conscious mind gradually became quieter, while his primordial spirit became stronger. The growth of one while the decline of the other was as mysterious as the interaction of yin and yang.

It has to be said that although people will experience all kinds of things in the world, they can also be tempered from them, just like practicing Buddhism, and disasters are also the law of fate.

Half an hour later, Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes, his mind became clear, his emotions calmed, and the eight rays of light became more condensed.

"Dong dong dong..."

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door. Zhang Fan subconsciously looked up at the time on the wall clock. It was already past one in the morning.

He stood up and opened the door, and Meng Qiwu was standing outside.

"It's so late, is there any news?"

"Well, we finally have a clue. Follow me." Meng Qiwu said in a serious tone.

"it is good!"

Zhang Fan did not hesitate and followed Meng Qiwu out of the Yunshen Hall, got into the car parked outside, and drove into the night.

He is now racing against time with the Wang family to snatch Qin Ergou's last chance of survival.

"Someone saw Qin Ergou in Mount Zhongnan." Meng Qiwu said lightly.

"Zhongnan Mountain? He returned to the mountain gate?" Zhang Fan asked.

“You may not know much about Mount Zhongnan.”

In the car, Meng Qiwu said in a serious tone.

Among the ten famous Taoist mountains in the world, Mount Zhongnan is the most special. In addition to the main peak where the sect is located, Mount Zhongnan has been known as "Thousands of Green Peaks" since ancient times. There are five large valleys, more than a hundred small valleys, and innumerable ruins on the mountain tops, stretching for hundreds of miles.

Because of this, since ancient times, all those who wanted to live in seclusion and avoid the world have gone to Mount Zhongnan.

During the Tang Dynasty, the trend of practicing seclusion in Mount Zhongnan was at its peak.

When Zhang Fan was a child, he learned an ancient poem called "Looking for the Hermit but Not Meeting Him". Under the pine tree, he asked the boy, who said that the master had gone to collect herbs and was only in this mountain. The clouds were so deep that I didn't know where he was.

This poem uses Mount Zhongnan as a metaphor for the fairyland of Penglai.

Even today, there are still many people who leave big cities and go to Mount Zhongnan to find a quiet place to build a hut and practice seclusion.

The Mount Zhongnan that Meng Qiwu mentioned is Mount Zhongnan in a broad sense.

"He is quite smart. The mountains and peaks are truly places where hidden dragons are lurking." Zhang Fan closed his eyes slightly and murmured softly.

“I’m afraid that he will be killed in the mortal world before his dragon power is fully developed.” Meng Qiwu said in a serious voice.

Since she got the news, the Wang family would naturally know it too, it just depended on who acted faster.

If Qin Ergou is found by the Wang family first, he will be dead.

Rumble…

An hour and a half later, the car drove into the Zhongnan Mountains. The mountains were rolling and undulating, with a natural momentum, like a dragon coiling around the earth, and a magnificent scene. From afar, a high peak stood among the mountains, like a pillar of heaven, majestic and magnificent.

"That is Taiyi Mountain, the main peak of Zhongnan Mountain and also the location of the sect." Meng Qiwu whispered.

Zhang Fan saw this and couldn't help but sigh, this is a true Taoist blessed land, with a faint immortal atmosphere.

In fact, he had been here once before, but he only took a quick look. This time, he had a different feeling.

Mount Zhongnan is an important part of the 3,000-mile Qinling Mountains, which is one of the three major dragon veins in China. It originates from the ancestral Kunlun Mountains and has extraordinary natural scenery.

In ancient times, it was regarded as the first of the 72 blessed places of Taoism. In history, immortal figures such as Qiu Zu, Wang Zu, and Lu Zu all practiced cultivation here.

Thinking of this past, Zhang Fan's heart suddenly moved, and he couldn't help asking: "Back then, Master Chongyang dug a tomb at the foot of Mount Zhongnan, practiced the profound art, and finally became a first-class immortal on land..."

"Is the Tomb of the Living Dead also among the peaks of Zhongnan Mountain?"

"That's right." Meng Qiwu nodded. "However, the Tomb of the Living Dead is mysterious and unpredictable. Throughout the ages, only the Wang family can find it. Only those with great luck can enter the tomb."

"As far as I know, even if they are from the Wang family, it is not easy for them to find the tomb and go deep into it."

"However, from ancient times to the present, anyone who practices Jiashengguisi seems to have this opportunity."

At this point, a hint of respect welled up in Meng Qiwu's eyes.

"This is also the mercy of the King Ancestor. He has opened up a Dharma lineage for future generations and left a way out."

Taoist Master Chongyang comprehended [Jia gives birth to Gui and Gui dies] in those days, and gained insight into the secret of life and death. He broke through the mysterious method, and his three flowers gathered at the top of his head and his five qi returned to the origin, eventually becoming a first-class immortal on earth.

"The living dead, the dead alive... Jia is born and Gui dies, the great secret of life and death..."

Zhang Fan looked at the scenery outside the window and murmured, "Old Li, if you're here, just say something."

hum...

After a while, the car stopped at the mouth of a valley.

"We can't drive in, so we can only walk."

Meng Qiwu got out of the car and Zhang Fan followed.

The terrain of Mount Zhongnan is much more open than that of the Ten Thousand Mountains. Zhang Fan walked in it as if he were walking on flat ground, feeling extremely comfortable. The surrounding valleys were empty, with strange rocks nearby and birds and beasts in the distance. There were gurgling streams surrounding it and ancient trees forming shades. It was far away from the hustle and bustle of the world and was indeed a good place for seclusion.

"Here, I have fewer thoughts, my conscious mind becomes quiet, and my spirit becomes prosperous. It's really a good place to practice." Zhang Fan exclaimed.

"Do you want to live here for a long time? I can choose a good place for you." Meng Qiwu chuckled.

They also have this kind of business in Mount Zhongnan, and many hidden ancient caves are in their hands. The environment there is more quiet and the blessings are greater, and they are generally only rented to Taoists.

"That's not necessary." Zhang Fan shook his head.

"Calamity is the elixir of life. The filth of the worldly world is, for the soul, the fire that tempers steel and the opportunity for a thousand changes." Zhang Fan said in a serious tone.

Being in the world is the greatest calamity, but also the greatest fate.

Staying away from such a calamity means giving up such a fate. How can my Taoism prosper and my magical powers increase? ?

"you……"

Meng Qiwu's expression froze as he listened to Zhang Fan's words, and he actually became dazed.

Such remarks seem neither right nor wrong. He does not avoid disaster nor hide from calamity. He has the bearing of a great master in his remarks.

"Chun Yang...is there your figure on this road?" Meng Qiwu looked at Zhang Fan's back and murmured in his heart.

She suddenly remembered what the seniors in the sect had told her, that the Pure Yang Realm was not about pursuing an improvement in realm. If one wanted to comprehend that realm, one had to do eight things.

"Master, what are those eight words?"

The past flickered in Meng Qiwu's mind. At the incense place, the master's withered hand slowly raised and placed it on her forehead. The eight words were like a morning bell, echoing in her ears and resounding in her mind.

"Heaven and earth are fearless, and the truth is profound."

"Only by doing these eight words can you seize the opportunity between heaven and earth and achieve countless opportunities for immortality."

"Heaven and earth are fearless, and the truth is profound..."

Meng Qiwu murmured softly, and the light and shadow of the past gradually overlapped with the back of Zhang Fan in front of him.

"Qiwu..."

At this moment, Zhang Fan stopped, turned around and called out, bringing Meng Qiwu back to his senses.

"Why don't you leave?"

"I'm trying to find the way." Meng Qiwu quickened his pace and caught up.

"He's just in front. He's a senior in our sect. He met Qin Ergou two days ago." Meng Qiwu said in a deep voice.

"Why are your seniors here instead of staying in Zhongnan Mountain?" Zhang Fan asked.

"He suffered a misfortune in his early years and was unwilling to stay in the sect." Meng Qiwu said lightly.

As they were talking, the two of them walked to a pond. Under the dim moonlight, under the green trees beside the pond, there was a figure sitting cross-legged. He was hunched over and very old, and he was fishing.

"Uncle Quan."

Meng Qiwu stepped forward and bowed his head, and Zhang Fan pretended to do the same.

The old man in front of him looked ordinary, but his seniority was there after all.

"Xiao Meng, why did you bring outsiders here?"

The old man spoke weakly and looked drowsy, and the fishing rod in his hand was shaking. There was no way he could catch any fish like this.

However, he still held the fishing rod, staring at the pond, without even looking at Meng Qiwu and Zhang Fan.

"I heard that my uncle met a disciple in the sect some time ago, so I came here to ask." Meng Qiwu said respectfully.

Every half a month, someone would come to Mount Zhongnan to deliver some supplies to Quan Dao Ren, so he heard the news about Qin Ergou.

"That little ghost you're talking about? He has the energy of thunder and the appearance of a mysterious dragon... He must have obtained a rare treasure from heaven." Taoist Quan whispered slowly.

His vision was so sharp that he could see that a toad was born with the appearance of a dragon, and with purple lightning and thunder, it eventually became a rare treasure.

Quan Daoren's description is exactly the same as the [Purple Lightning Toad] obtained by Qin Ergou.

"it's him."

Meng Qiwu and Zhang Fan looked at each other and finally made their conclusion.

"It is such a great opportunity to obtain a natural treasure, but I am afraid that it will bring great disasters." Taoist Quan sighed quietly.

"We are here to resolve his calamity." Meng Qiwu whispered.

"Everyone has his own destiny. If the calamity can be replaced by others, it is not a real calamity." Taoist Quan sighed: "Thinking back then, I..."

Having said this, his eyes became lonely and then pointed to the south.

"He went in the direction of Nanwang Mountain. You guys go ahead."

"Thank you, Uncle Master!" Meng Qiwu bowed, turned around and was about to leave.

"Um!?"

But at this moment, Zhang Fan stood still, staring at the old man in front of him.

"What's wrong with you?" Meng Qiwu noticed something was wrong and couldn't help but ask.

"He He……"

Zhang Fan pointed at Quan Daoist, his eyes fixed on a line with a strange look on his face.

"Don't be rude." Meng Qiwu said in a deep voice.

"Young man, you have a really good eye!"

At this moment, Quan Taoist turned around and looked at Zhang Fan, a different kind of light glittering in his turbid and old eyes.

"Which sect are you from? You are at the great bodhisattva level, but you have such good eyesight. Your soul is truly extraordinary."

hum...

As soon as the words fell, a strange wave spread out.

Meng Qiwu's eyes suddenly trembled, and he could see clearly that there was no pond in front of him, but only a stinking quagmire with faint animal remains piled up in it.

Under the dead tree next to it, there was only a human head hanging on the branch. It was the head of Quan Taoist. His eyes were slightly open, and there was still life, and his soul had not dissipated yet.

"Master...Uncle Master, you..." Meng Qiwu's face turned pale.

This was not the first time she had seen Master Quan, and she knew that this uncle had suffered a disaster before, but she had never imagined that he would become like this.

In the past, what she and the disciples in Zhongnan Mountain saw was nothing but an illusion created by the Taoist Primordial Spirit.

"Master...Uncle Master, why are you..."

"I encountered a great enemy in my early years. He didn't take my life, but he made me become like this."

The head on the dead branch swayed in the wind, and the cold voice echoed in the ears of Zhang Fan and Meng Qiwu.

"Who could hurt you like this?" Meng Qiwu couldn't help but ask.

Her uncle-master had profound Taoism skills and extraordinary realm, and his status and position in Zhongnan Mountain were extremely high. It was hard to imagine who he was, as he could have caused him to suffer such a disaster and make his life worse than death.

Under the bright moon, beside the stinking swamp, the head hanging high swayed in the wind. After pondering for a while, it finally uttered a name.

"Master of Yuan Palace!!"

(End of this chapter)