Pure Yang!

Chapter 37: Burial Ground Scorched Earth, Yinshan Sect

At dusk, the setting sun is blood-red.

Zhang Fan sat in the back seat of the Wuling Hongguang car, looking at the tall buildings receding outside the car window, and the records about the [Beidi Method] in the [Taoist Secret Records] emerged in his mind.

The Beidi Method originated in the Han Dynasty and was developed in the Jin Dynasty. It was derived from the belief in the North Pole Ziwei Emperor Star.

The creator of this method was Deng Ziyang, a famous Taoist priest in the Tang Dynasty.

Rumor has it that this person has a high level of cultivation. Not only has he comprehended the Pure Yang Wuji realm, he has also transcended the Three Five Changes, become a land immortal, and ascended to heaven in broad daylight.

"The Northern Emperor's Demon Killing Technique!?" Zhang Fan murmured softly and couldn't help but look at Jiang Hu who was driving.

"You didn't master this spell?"

"I haven't mastered it yet!" Jiang Hu shook his head, but did not hide it.

"The Northern Emperor's Taoism is not so easy to practice, and there are too many rules."

The main methods of the Beidi Sect are the [Tianpeng Method] and the [Fengdu Method]. Once practicing, one must strictly abide by the [Beidi Black Law], which is known as the most stringent commandment in Taoism.

For example, anyone who practices the Beidi method cannot face north when going to the toilet. If they break this rule, three years of their life will be lost. If they break this rule again, six years of their life will be lost. After death, they will go to the Fengdu Hell of Knives Mountain.

For another example, people who practice the Tianpeng Method will scold, insult and humiliate foreign teachers when they encounter them.

"This lineage is too fierce and cruel, and has extremely strict rules. It seems that other foreign teachings are nothing except for them."

Jiang Hu curled his lips. The [Northern Emperor Demonic Magic] that he obtained by chance was one of the [Tianpeng Magic].

This method is brutal and cruel, and most importantly, it is extremely difficult to practice.

Because of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but want to see it for himself.

"Where are we going now?"

"Suburban cemetery!"

A moment later, the sun set and Jiang Hu drove to Taiping Villa, the largest cemetery in the western suburbs of Yujing City.

"A grave here costs two hundred thousand."

Jiang Hu got out of the car and looked up. Under the sparse starlight, tombstones were densely packed together, like dominoes, with no end in sight.

"Two hundred thousand... and you're still paying it back?" Zhang Fan's eyes widened.

"This is more expensive than the house price."

The average house price in Yujing City is about RMB 30,000 per square meter, and a grave is only about one square meter, but the asking price is RMB 200,000?

"The location is good, close to the subway, which will make it convenient for tomb sweeping in the future, and this is a famous school district cemetery." Jiang Hu said casually.

"What the hell? A school district grave? I've never heard of it before? Can ghosts go to school?" Zhang Fan said with a strange look on his face.

"did you see?"

Jiang Hu pointed to the hilltop in the distance and said, "That is the famous Fengming Temple. If you are buried here, you can listen to Buddhist chanting day and night, and be saved and reincarnated soon. Your starting point is decades earlier than ghosts buried in other places."

"Are ghosts so stubborn now?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"The Northern Emperor's Demon Killing Technique is a method of refining Yin into evil, and it can kill all demons and evil spirits. It is extremely fierce!"

At this moment, Jiang Hu's voice brought Zhang Fan back to his senses.

The practice of Taoism is to use the primordial spirit to refine away all the yin impurities and achieve the infinite pure yang.

Therefore, except for a few Taoist lineages that have the method of collecting Yin to refine arts, most Taoists avoid this kind of mysterious Yin energy as much as possible.

However, the [Northern Emperor's Demonic Magic] absorbs negative energy from all directions, uses magic to transform evil, and uses violence to suppress evil.

"This method activates the primordial spirit, controls the true yang, and absorbs the yin energy. In fact, it has the magic of the operation of yin and yang..." Jiang Hulu explained to Zhang Fan in detail.

When practicing magic, the soul is the center, the body is the carrier, and the true yang is the energy source.

All magic spells must be operated by the primordial spirit, driven by the true yang, and manifested by the physical body. Only in this way can they have various miraculous powers.

Because of this, the first of the nine levels is [Qi Gong], which is both to accumulate true yang and to regulate the physical body.

For some spells, even if the True Yang is sufficient, it will not work if the physical body cannot withstand it.

For example, the [Northern Emperor's Demon-killing Method] requires absorbing negative energy into the body. If an ordinary person does this, he will definitely fall seriously ill. Those with weak constitutions will most likely have to buy a cemetery.

"The soul is so mysterious, why can't we refine it directly with the soul?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Absolutely not." Jiang Hu raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Fan deeply.

"The battle between the souls is extremely dangerous, just like racing on a motorcycle. If you are not careful, your head and body will be separated."

"Don't have such delusions."

In Taoist battles, unless the fight truly ends to the death, the soul will not leave the body and the fight will be life or death.

"I am now teaching you this secret method. Please listen carefully..." Jiang Hu whispered, "I am not afraid to tell you. I have selfish motives in teaching you this method."

"What selfish motive?" Zhang Fan asked subconsciously.

"I was expelled from my school and met a master..."

"At that time, I was young and ignorant, and I didn't know how high the sky was and how deep the earth was. I thought it was fate."

"Now that I think about it, passing on this method will have a huge impact."

"If you really master this method, there may be consequences in the future."

At this point, Jiang Hu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked deeply at Zhang Fan. "I understand."

"I teach you this method, it's up to you whether you want to learn it or not."

As he spoke, Jiang Hu lowered his voice and gave instructions in person, teaching the secrets and talismans of the [Northern Emperor's Demonic Spell], the incantations of the Ganges, and the methods of commanding ghosts and gods one by one.

"It is indeed profound and difficult."

Zhang Fan digested it a little and couldn't help but sigh.

“Although the method is complicated, the most crucial step is [True Yang Refining Mysterious Yin]…”

Having said this, Jiang Hu pulled out a utility knife from his backpack and cut his palm with it, and scarlet blood dripped onto the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"Test whether you are suitable for absorbing Yin Qi and how much you can absorb."

Jiang Hu explained: "You can activate your soul and see."

Zhang Fan held on to oneness and kept quiet, his conscious mind returned to silence, and his soul was activated. Sure enough, he saw that the soil where Jiang Hu's blood had dripped seemed to be burning and turned black. The faint flames were still spreading around, and in a flash, they spread over a hundred meters. Wisps of black smoke rushed out from the ground.

"This is a cemetery, and it's close to Fengming Temple. Although the Yin energy is not that strong, with my Yuanshen and Zhenyang, I can probably absorb the Yin energy within a kilometer range."

Just from the first level [True Yang Refining Mysterious Yin], Jiang Hulu had no problem practicing this method, but the subsequent levels became more difficult than the previous ones.

"Come and try."

As he spoke, Jiang Hu handed the utility knife to Zhang Fan, who took it, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and cut a cut on his palm.

The scarlet blood slowly dripped and seeped into the soil.

1 seconds.

2 seconds.

3 seconds.

……

Five minutes passed, and even though he was observing with his soul, the blood-stained ground still did not respond.

"Does this mean I have failed?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"I'm afraid that's the case." Jiang Hu couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "It seems like you are not destined to use this method."

"It doesn't matter. Just consider it as an opportunity to broaden my horizons." Zhang Fan was quite open-minded.

"Go back first."

Seeing that it was getting dark, Jiang Hu called Zhang Fan and drove the Five Spirit Rainbow Light to send him back.

……

Late at night.

Eleven o'clock, which the ancients called the Zi time, is also the time of the day when the yin energy is the heaviest.

A sexy pink and blue burkini slowly stopped in front of the cemetery. The dazzling headlights brought some life to the dark and gloomy cemetery.

"Master, why are we coming to a place like this in the middle of the night? I... I'm scared..."

At this moment, a young man followed an old man with white hair and beard out of the car. The former looked around nervously, his eyes full of fear and vigilance.

"You useless thing. You are a Taoist priest, what are you afraid of?" the old man with white hair and beard cursed.

"I'm just afraid of ghosts!" the boy said timidly.

"Don't even mention you're a disciple of our Yinshan Sect when you get out of here...it's really fucking embarrassing." Gu Yuming was so angry when he saw his disciple acting like a coward.

The Yinshan Sect is notorious and worships the Yinshan Patriarch. It is considered a very mysterious lineage in Taoism. Since ancient times, they have had the method of collecting yin to achieve immortality. The evil spirits that others avoid are regarded as treasures by the Yinshan Sect.

Therefore, in the eyes of other Taoist sects, the Yinshan Sect is extremely mysterious and strange.

"Master, I'm still afraid. Could there be a ghost?" Xiong Ba asked tremblingly, hiding behind Gu Yuming.

"Do you think my resentment is greater than that of a ghost?" Gu Yuming looked at his only beloved disciple with resentment, wishing he could strangle him to death immediately.

"Today is the first time that your master will take you to gather Yin Qi. Please learn from him."

Having said that, Gu Yuming no longer paid attention to this beloved disciple. He formed a seal with his hands and was about to perform a ritual when suddenly, his expression changed slightly.

"Strange, why can't I feel any Yin energy?"

"Master, what's wrong? Did you see a ghost?" Xiong Ba asked nervously.

"Shut up!"

Gu Yuming pointed a finger at his forehead, his soul was activated, and the scene before him was no longer the same.

"This...this is..."

The blazing fire illuminated the sky, and there seemed to be the sound of ghosts crying and shocking the earth. Wherever they stood, everything was charred black, and wherever they looked, there was devastation.

"Ten miles of burial ground, all turned into scorched earth!?"

Gu Yuming's expression suddenly changed, and a solemn look emerged in his turbid eyes.

(End of this chapter)