Pure Yang!

Chapter 369: There are gods in the world! Punch Chongyang Temple and kick Zhongnan Mountain

Mount Zhongnan, looking for the Immortal Valley.

This is the main road leading into the Zhongnan Mountains. If you drive straight in, you will truly enter the territory of Zhongnan Mountains. There are countless hills of all sizes, like stars in the sky, stretching for hundreds of miles.

“There are so many people.”

Early in the morning, Zhang Fan and Meng Qiwu entered the valley.

At six or seven o'clock in the morning, Xunxian Valley is like a big market, with people coming in one after another.

"This is not surprising. Mount Zhongnan is so famous that tourism alone creates hundreds of thousands of jobs every year." Meng Qiwu chuckled.

Mount Zhongnan is one of the ten famous Taoist mountains in the world and the first of the seventy-two blessed places.

Many people come here every year, either for tourism, to escape from the hustle and bustle of the city, or to find a spiritual journey.

When Zhang Fan was heartbroken, Li Yishan took him out to play and they also wanted to come to Zhongnan Mountain, but the mountains here were too scattered, so they finally chose Zhenwu Mountain.

Some people come here for pilgrimage, hoping to see the legendary gods in this holy place.

When Zhang Fan was in college, there was a young professor in the school who was only in his forties when he got cancer. Even with active treatment, the disease progressed to the late stage. Finally, it was heard that he resigned and came to Mount Zhongnan, hoping to learn metaphysics, make a pilgrimage and worship, and meet the legendary gods and receive guidance and treatment.

More than two years have passed, and I still don’t know whether the professor is dead or not.

There are also some so-called "hermits". Most of them are frustrated in life or emotions, tired of the life of cattle and horses in the city, and want to escape from the internal environment, so they come here, find a mountain top, and build a hut to live in.

This type of hermits has existed since ancient times, and only a small number of them are people who practice cultivation, the so-called "hermits". Masters of alchemy like Lu Zu and Qiu Zu all practiced as hermits in Mount Zhongnan.

"Young man, do you want a trekking pole? Thirty dollars a pole, and if you go further in, it will cost eighty dollars a pole."

"Do you need a guide? The Taoist masters can ascend to heaven. Praying to them can cure diseases, eliminate disasters, and prolong life."

"Want to see a deity? That'll cost extra, but it's not included, the probability is very high."

"Seven days of experience of ancient hermit life, one-stop service, only 2,800 yuan."

Entering Xunxian Valley, the feeling of being at a big market became more and more obvious. Many vendors even came forward to sell their products. Zhang Fan could also see some selling grilled sausages and large meat skewers.

"Can business be done here?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"If you do business here, you can buy a house and a car." Meng Qiwu chuckled.

This area is also under the management and operation of Zhongnanshan. They have also specially set up a trading company. The annual rent for just one stall is 300,000.

"Three hundred thousand? That's it?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"It's very popular. If you want to rent a stall, the transfer fee will be more than 100,000 yuan." Meng Qiwu is quite familiar with the business in the mountains.

"Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, even in a Taoist holy land, it is probably difficult to completely break away from the worldly world." Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

No wonder the world is becoming more and more filthy nowadays. WiFi can even be installed in the mountains. Even if you retreat into the mountains, it is difficult to escape worldly troubles. This is probably what it is like to practice the Dharma in the last days.

"Young man, do you want to see gods? I know a few places..."

Just then, a dark-skinned man came over.

Before he could finish his words, Meng Qiwu waved his hand and pulled Zhang Fan away.

"What? Even seeing gods requires a guide?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"It's all a trick." Meng Qiwu said indifferently.

Mount Zhongnan is a famous Taoist mountain. Throughout history, there have been many stories of gods and immortals appearing on earth. Many people make a living from this. They make up a story on the Internet and take two blurry photos, and naturally many people come to explore the mystery and make pilgrimages.

"Gods...are there really gods in this world?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

The purpose of spiritual practice is to become a god and achieve immortality.

As a cultivator, Zhang Fan has entered the eighth level of the Bodhisattva realm. Compared with ordinary people, he can be said to be different from ordinary people. However, he still finds the legendary gods illusory.

"What do you think gods are?" Meng Qiwu suddenly asked.

Zhang Fan was stunned. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer this question that everyone knew.

"The ancestors said that the gods are on earth." Meng Qiwu said in a serious tone.

"The gods are on earth?"

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

“The gods are everywhere, but they are very different from what we understand.”

"What do you mean?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Master Chongyang once said that immortals do not show off their divine deeds in front of people..." Meng Qiwu whispered in a low voice.

In the eyes of the public, gods should be riding on clouds and mist, with rosy clouds all over the sky. Their manifestation is miraculous and their appearance is accompanied by visions.

However, the real gods are humble and belong to the mortal world.

The elephant is invisible, and the saint is ordinary!
"When the Zhengyang Patriarch enlightened Lü Zu, he transformed into a noble gentleman."

The Patriarch of Zhengyang is Zhongli Quan. He enlightened Lu Zu and transformed into a noble scholar. On the way back home after failing the imperial examination, he led Lu Zu to a thatched cottage to rest. After Lu Zu had a dream and experienced all kinds of human life, he finally gained enlightenment and started practicing Taoism.

"The Zhengyang Patriarch manifested himself as an ordinary person."

The so-called enlightenment of the gods only enlightens those who are predestined to be enlightened. There is no fancy or dazzling magic or spells. It may just be a conversation, a word, a look...

Zhang Fan was thoughtful and suddenly remembered a story. It said there was a man who was pious all his life and worshipped gods and burned incense day and night. Suddenly one day, he encountered a flood, but he was not afraid and firmly believed that the gods would come to save him.

The flood rose to his knees. A man rowing a small boat asked him to get on board, but he refused, believing that the gods would come to save him.

The flood rose to his belly, and a man in a sailboat invited him to get on board, but he refused, believing that the gods would come to save him.

The flood rose to his chest. A boatman asked him to get on board, but he refused, still believing that the gods would save him.

Finally, he died in the flood. After his death, he met the gods and asked them why they did not save him.

But the immortal said, I saved you three times.

"Gods are not beings that ordinary people can understand, so the way they connect with the mortal world is naturally beyond common sense..." Meng Qiwu looked at Zhang Fan and whispered.

"You can't guarantee that the people you meet in this life...are all human beings."

"Those things that bring us disaster, those things that bring us good fortune, those things that bring us enlightenment..."

"Maybe they are all gods!" Zhang Fan murmured softly, with a hint of obsession in his eyes.

"Do you believe it?" Meng Qiwu looked at Zhang Fan's expression and couldn't help but chuckle.

"God!? The hermit masters are more credible." Zhang Fan shook his head.

Speaking of the hermit masters, he suddenly thought of the [Thousand-Year-Old Demon]. Ever since he cancelled his account on the "Pornographic Book", he has not revealed any traces of him.

This person fits Zhang Fan's image of a hermit very well.

"You asked me to take you into the mountains this time, not just to find the Tomb of the Living Dead, right?"

At this moment, Meng Qiwu suddenly changed the subject.

Zhang Fan remained silent. Of course, he was not just looking for the Tomb of the Living Dead. The vision on Qin Ergou was not an ordinary vision. The manifestation of the dog's zodiac sign was the inspiration of the human zodiac sign.

Li Yishan's condition is extremely unstable, otherwise he would not have traveled thousands of miles to come here. He must have come here to enter the [Tomb of the Living Dead] and survive the calamity of [Jia is born, Gui dies].

Life is not life, death is not death, flowers are not flowers, dreams are not dreams… Such calamity is free from the reality and illusion of life and death, too torn, too divided. In terms of the degree of danger, it is no less than [Bright Night].

Because of this, Zhang Fan must find him as soon as possible.

"Are you here for the mysterious master that night?" Meng Qiwu suddenly asked.

"Um!?"

Zhang Fan's eyes were fixed as he looked coldly at Meng Qiwu.

"Life and death are nothingness, Jia is born and Gui dies. The only people who practice this method in this world are the people of this life."

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

"Is that person really a human?" Meng Qiwu frowned slightly.

"How do you know?" Zhang Fan asked.

"This matter has long been reported to the Shangjing Dao League. The people of the Wang family cannot see it, but the Dao League has many capable people. Most of the elites of the world's Daoists gather here..."

At this point, Meng Qiwu paused and said, "Also, don't forget that the infiltration between the Dao Sect and the Wuwei Sect is quite strong. There may be no secrets between the top leaders of each other."

"Don't think you're hiding well. You might have already caught the attention of those big shots."

Meng Qiwu's reminder was not without reason, but Zhang Fan had no time to think about it at the moment.

"What else do you know?" Zhang Fan asked.

"How did you get in touch with Ren Xiao?" Meng Qiwu asked back.

"I'm asking you now."

Meng Qiwu paused for a moment before saying, "I heard that Baihe Temple has sent someone to deal with this matter."

"Again, someone was sent?" Zhang Fan frowned.

"Again? Why do you say again?" Meng Qiwu asked puzzled.

"Do you know who they sent?" Zhang Fan asked in a serious tone.

If Baihe Temple sends another person of the Heavenly Master level, it would be really terrible.

However, last time, King Huo Fa was blocked by Jiang Yunxian and Zhang Sheng in Yujing City. Even if he didn't die, he should have been seriously injured.

Yuan Tiandu died in Qingu Town, and the two great Heavenly Masters both died in Jiangnan Province. Can Baihe Temple still produce a Heavenly Master-level character?
They have so many Heavenly Masters! ?
"I heard that there was no mobilization of troops, and it is suspected that Chang'an may be able to restrain the master of Ren Xiao." Meng Qiwu whispered.

"Chang'an? The one who restrains the human figure?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and immediately became alert.

"Could it be possible that he was seconded from your Zhongnan Mountain?"

"Not likely." Meng Qiwu shook his head and said, "If we, Zhongnan Mountain, come forward, Baihe Temple will not send anyone here."

"Also, I heard from the elders in the sect that the mountain people don't seem to want to get involved this time."

"What? Are there people from Wuwei Sect in your Zhongnan Mountain?" Zhang Fan blurted out.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Meng Qiwu glanced at him and said in a deep voice: "The various sects of Taoism are not united. As for the Taoist Alliance, at best they will just follow orders and not obey orders at critical moments..."

There are always differences in status between sects, and from ancient times to the present, it is impossible for them to be united as one.

Even today, it is fine to hold meetings behind closed doors, drink tea, eat meals, and have fun together. But when it comes to struggle, inheritance, and orthodoxy...

That's another story.

"What master in Chang'an can restrain the human zodiac? It's the case that Jia gives birth and Gui dies." Zhang Fan said in a serious tone.

"Then I don't know, but it is most likely related to the Wang family." Meng Qiwu guessed.

The Wang family is a pure Yang family. Taoist Chongyang practiced [Jia Sheng Gui Si], and based on this, he created [The Chapter of Life and Death] and left behind the Tomb of the Living Dead.

If there is anyone in the world who knows this supreme inner alchemy method best, it is probably only the Wang family.

"The Wang family also has a heavenly master." Zhang Fan frowned.

If Baihe Temple only summoned the Wang family's Taoist priest, it would be too dangerous, because their family could find the location of the Tomb of the Living Dead.

By that time, it would be extremely dangerous.

"Time waits for us."

Zhang Fan felt the urgency, he subconsciously tightened the black iron sheet in his hand, reached into his pocket with his right hand, and took out a mobile phone.

"Nokia? Why are you carrying an old phone?" Meng Qiwu took a glance.

Zhang Fan looked at the old phone in his hand without saying a word.

This was the fallback plan Zhang Lingzong left for him, saying that if one day he couldn't make it in Yujing City anymore, he could call the number on this phone.

"I can't make it in Chang'an anymore, can I still fight?" Zhang Fan murmured in his heart.

"This place is called the Dharma Lecture Platform. Legend has it that Master Chongyang once gave a lecture here."

At this moment, the voice of a tour guide was heard, drawing Zhang Fan's thoughts away.

Under a stone pillar, the female tour guide was waving a small red flag in her hand. Grandpas and ladies wearing Little Red Riding Hood hats gathered around her, like primary school students listening attentively to a lecture.

"Is she lying or is it true?" Zhang Fan turned around and asked Meng Qiwu.

"Really." Meng Qiwu looked at the stone pillar and nodded.

This is one of the few scenic spots in Xunxian Valley. Many believers burn incense and light candles around the stone pillar, prostrating themselves in worship, hoping to obtain the blessing of Chongyang Zhenren.

"Little boy, you can't write on it..."

Suddenly, the female tour guide screamed.

Under the stone pillar, a fat boy of six or seven years old was holding a stone and was about to create something. He was startled by the shout and quickly threw himself into the arms of the aunt next to him, as if he had suffered a great injustice, with tears in his eyes.

"Why are you shouting? You scared my eldest grandson." The aunt shouted sternly.

"This is a historical site and you can't scribble on it," the female tour guide advised.

"What kind of historical site is this? It's just a broken stone pillar." The old lady hugged the fat boy and tried to comfort him, "Didn't someone scribble on it?"

Zhang Fan subconsciously looked in the direction the old lady pointed. The stone pillar was about three meters high. There were indeed two lines of large characters near the top. They were difficult to notice without careful observation, but they were extremely eye-catching upon closer inspection.

“Punch Chongyang Temple and kick Zhongnan Mountain!?”

Zhang Fan looked at the two lines of large characters, which were crooked and looked very much like children's graffiti. The key point was that these two lines of characters were engraved here, appearing wild and unrestrained.

"Which kid climbed so high to write something like this? He's so crazy."

Zhang Fan curled his lips. He saw from the corner of his eye that there was a smaller signature under the two lines of large characters. He could vaguely make out a name...

"Chu... Chaoran!?"

"Huh!?" Zhang Fan read out loud, his expression becoming strange.

(End of this chapter)