Pure Yang!

Chapter 370 The Tao is in the Ordinary! Born Awakener

Chu Chaoran, the name appearing here was both unexpected and reasonable to Zhang Fan.

"Transcendent True Man..."

Meng Qiwu curled his lips and tried hard to think of the right words.

"Master Chaoran, when he was young, traveled around the world and was quite eccentric and interesting."

What Meng Qiwu meant was that Chu Chaoran was still young when he left these words, and he was just making a joke to Mount Zhongnan. It was just a good story and had no other meaning.

"You don't believe it? This is true, and we are not deliberately smearing it..." Meng Qiwu looked at Zhang Fan's expression and hurriedly explained, fearing that he would misunderstand.

Indeed, Chu Chaoran is the Pure Yang Zhenren, a living immortal in the world, an existence standing at the pinnacle of Taoism. Such a highly respected figure has absolutely nothing to do with the words left on the stone pillar.

This is no longer absurd, but a smear, a complete smear.

Discrediting the Taoist Optimus Prime!
Slandering the real people of this world!
Faced with such a misunderstanding, Meng Qiwu of course had to explain, fearing that Zhang Fan would not believe it.

After all, this is definitely not something that True Man Chunyang would do.

"Believe it, I believe it!"

Zhang Fan nodded heavily, his eyes full of determination.

"You believe it just now?" Meng Qiwu was stunned.

"Ah."

Zhang Fan grunted lightly. Of course he believed it. In the Three Corpses Yuandan, he had even seen Chu Chaoran as a child. He was so cowardly and cruel. He was captured alive by the Three Corpses Taoist and taken hostage. He pretended to be a dumb, a useless person, and a punching bag all the way until the Three Corpses Taoist started to rob him. Then he suddenly attacked, punched King Yan, and threatened the Three Corpses, just like his ancestor.

In addition, Zhang Fan had vaguely heard that when Chu Chaoran was young, his reputation in the Taoist sect was not very good, even worse than his current reputation!

"Let's go!"

Meng Qiwu greeted them and they walked through Xunxian Valley, truly entering the territory of Zhongnan Mountain, where there were fewer people.

If Xunxian Valley is the human's "esophagus", then after passing through it, it becomes a complicated "intestine", with various paths leading to different mountaintops. Therefore, the real Zhongnan Mountain has a very complex terrain and is hidden.

This is why many people like to come here for retreat.

After walking for half a day, Zhang Fan did not discover anything except feeling the quiet and majestic nature of Mount Zhongnan.

"The Tomb of the Living Dead is not so easy to find. Even if you are from the Wang family, you can't just go in and out casually." Meng Qiwu could see Zhang Fan's worry.

The Tomb of the Living Dead is the place where Chongyang Zhenren practices mystical cultivation. Even if they are descendants of the Wang family, they may not be able to enter if they don’t have the right fate, let alone outsiders like them! ?

"The Taiyi Temple is just ahead. Let's go and take a rest." Meng Qiwu called.

There are temples on many hilltops in Zhongnan Mountain. On the one hand, they are used to worship gods and burn incense, and on the other hand, they are used to take care of ordinary people entering the valley and prevent them from getting lost.

After a while, a small temple appeared in front of us. It was not very large. Inside the temple gate was a statue of a god with an immortal look and a robe stained with stars. There was endless incense burning around it.

"Master Taiyi!?" Zhang Fan looked at the name on the throne.

Taiyi Zhenren is not unfamiliar to ordinary people, especially "Investiture of the Gods" made this deity widely known. He is the master of the famous Three Altars and Sea Assembly God "Nezha" and one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Orthodox Teaching. Even among the Twelve Golden Immortals, his strength is top-notch.

In fact, this immortal is not completely fabricated. In the ancient books of the Tang Dynasty, there are records about Taiyi Zhenren, which say:

Taiyi Zhenren, Dabo Xianweng. He was born in the Dan Ji, and died in Beifeng. This means that this is a god who controls the life and death of the world.

However, it is generally believed that the prototype of Taiyi Zhenren is the ancient god Taiyi, or Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun.

Because of this, he holds an extremely high status among the Taoist gods.

The main peak of Mount Zhongnan is Taiyi Peak.

"Master Ming..."

Just outside the temple gate, Meng Qiwu called out softly. Zhang Fan was shocked when he heard it. Is he so much older than him?
Before I had time to think about it, an old man in a gray Taoist robe came out from behind, staggering. He had gray hair and wore a pair of thick reading glasses. He held a thermos in his right hand and a newspaper in his left hand.

"Xiao Qiwu, how come you have time to come to my place today?"

"Greetings, uncle-master." Meng Qiwu bowed his head and saluted.

Zhang Fan showed a strange look on his face and bowed as well.

How old is Meng Qiwu's great-grandmaster? I'm afraid that if the current head of Zhongnan Mountain comes, he will call him "uncle master". How strong must he be with such a high generation?
Mount Zhongnan is worthy of being Mount Zhongnan. The elders are still there and the heritage is profound.

"Whose child is this? He is not a disciple from Mount Zhongnan."

At this moment, the gray-robed old man glanced at Zhang Fan.

"Junior is..."

Zhang Fan just opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, the grey-robed old man narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "You must be thinking, this old man is so senior, his cultivation must be very profound."

"Forehead……"

Zhang Fan's thoughts were seen through by the old man. He was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond. At the same time, he couldn't help but think to himself that a master is a master. His mind is so powerful that he can even capture his thoughts and ideas.

"You must still be thinking, this old man is really amazing, he can even see through what I'm thinking, how high must his cultivation be."

At this point, the old man in gray robe smiled even more brightly: "I am not highly skilled, but I understand human nature."

"Actually, I'm not even a high-ranking official."

"Ah!?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment. He sensed it briefly and found that the aura of the gray-robed old man was very weak. At best, he was at the Lingsi level, and there was still a long way to go before he could reach a high level.

At first, Zhang Fan thought that this old man’s cultivation had reached the level of returning to nature, and that he was close to being an ordinary person.

Now from what he said, he is completely weak.

"Little kid, who told you that just because you are old and have a high seniority, you must be a master?" The gray-robed old man said with a smile.

"This……"

Zhang Fan curled his lips, it was indeed his preconceived ideas.

"Most people in this world are mediocre. They practice Taoism, talk about talent, discuss understanding, and seek the law of fate... Most people live a mediocre life, and in the end, they are like me, with no achievements."

As he spoke, the gray-robed old man narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling his past life.

"Being mediocre and ordinary is the norm in life."

“I just live longer.”

Having said that, the gray-robed old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Meng Qiwu.

"Xiao Qiwu knows best that those in the sect who are at a high level and seek immortality die early, while those like me who are at a low level and have achieved nothing live long..."

"The principles of this world are so interesting. Maybe the truth lies in the ordinary!" The gray-robed old man laughed at himself.

The principles of the world are indeed mysterious.

Those who seek immortality, on the contrary, encounter many disasters and find it difficult to live long.

Those who climb high often fall to their deaths, and those who are good at swimming often drown...

Everything in this world seems to be moving in the opposite direction.

Deep love does not bring longevity, extreme wisdom will lead to harm, extreme strength will lead to humiliation... Everything in the world is in accordance with the Tao.

Zhang Fan remained silent. Perhaps he had been advancing too fast along the way. The grey-robed old man's words made him realize that mediocrity is the norm in life.

Especially on the road of spiritual practice, how many people are like this old man in gray robe, who has spent his whole life studying and pursuing the classics, but in the end even the high level of cultivation is out of reach, and their bones are buried in the mountains, buried in the years, without even leaving their names.

"Junior took it for granted." Zhang Fan whispered.

"Young man, there's no need to be so harsh. You can tell at a glance that he's a good candidate." The grey-robed old man glanced at Zhang Fan and whispered. "This..."

"If he can stand with Xiao Qiwu, how can he not be a good candidate?"

The old man in gray robe naturally couldn't tell Zhang Fan's strength, but Meng Qiwu was a rare talent, and anyone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her would naturally not be a weakling.

The old man in gray robe is not at a high level, but he has lived long enough to see through the affairs of the world.

"The future...you young people have the future...Chun Yang..."

The grey-robed old man laughed at himself and shook his head: "Who said that that year..."

"The greatest pain in this world is to accept one's own mediocrity, but the greatest happiness in this world also comes from accepting one's own mediocrity..."

"Yes, Chu Chaoran said... He has also achieved Pure Yang..."

The old man in gray robe was muttering to himself, his eyes narrowed, as if he was drunk.

"Senior, have you seen Master Chaoran?" Zhang Fan asked.

"I have seen him. At that time, he was not the best in the world. Oh, yes, the best in the world at that time also came here. We sat outside this dilapidated temple together for a whole night, drinking all night..."

"Later, he became the best in the world."

The grey-robed old man said in a trance: "Number one in the world... For the past sixty years, this world has been called Chu Chaoran..."

When this sound came down, I don’t know how much helplessness and emotion it contained.

He had also experienced that era, had been full of passion and dreams, and had longed for the realm of pure yang and infinity. However, in the trials of numerous calamities, he accepted his mediocrity and spent the rest of his life there.

"Chun Yang, perhaps for most people, it is just a dream." Zhang Fan murmured softly.

"Sit down, let's rest for a while before we continue on our journey." Meng Qiwu sat down.

She accompanied Zhang Fan on this trip, which was like looking for a needle in a haystack, so there was no rush.

Zhang Fan turned and walked to the water dispenser next to him, took out two paper cups, and poured water.

"Qi Wu?"

At this moment, a light cry came from outside the door. Zhang Fan turned around and saw a man and a woman walking in, each carrying a bag. The man was about thirty years old and tall, while the woman was much prettier. Without makeup, her appearance could score six points, which was considered the top level among the class beauties.

"Yan Fei!?"

When Meng Qiwu saw the person coming, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

"Tsk tsk, I just arrived at Zhongnan Mountain and wanted to go see you, but I didn't expect to meet you here." Yan Fei came forward and held Meng Qiwu's hand, just like a best friend who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"Why did you come from Shangjing?" Meng Qiwu asked.

"Didn't Wang Qingyi from the Wang family get killed a few days ago? We are here because of this matter." Yan Fei went straight to the point.

"Are you here on behalf of Baihe Temple?" Meng Qiwu's words attracted Zhang Fan's attention.

He carried two glasses of water, walked to the table and put them down.

"Pour another glass." Yan Fei said casually without even looking at Zhang Fan, obviously thinking he was a staff member of the temple.

Meng Qiwu took a look and was about to speak when Zhang Fan turned around and went to pour water.

"Let me introduce you. This is my junior fellow apprentice, Han Wenlong."

"I have met Senior Sister Meng. I have heard of her fame in Shangjing."

The tall man chuckled. He had a handsome face, a row of white teeth when he smiled, and his words were very pleasant to the ear.

Meng Qiwu nodded, saying that she had seen it before. She had always been like this. She would never say a word more to ordinary men.

"Yan Fei, you are here to arrest..." Meng Qiwu hesitated for a moment before saying, "Wang Qingyi, you know that even someone with his level of cultivation cannot stop him."

"I know your concerns. Wang Qingyi is the leader of this generation of the Wang family. The person who destroyed him is no small figure either."

"Do you know who it is?" Meng Qiwu asked calmly.

"Of course I know." Yan Fei's eyes narrowed, a cold light flashed across them, and he uttered a name.

"Contemporary Xiao."

"Since you knew that, why did you send you here?" Meng Qiwu said in a serious tone, "I'm not looking down on you. The thirteen zodiac signs are headed by human beings. This person has unfathomable cultivation and has even achieved Jiashengguisi..."

"Don't blame me for being harsh. If you come, you will just be cannon fodder."

"Qiwu, you are not an outsider. I know what you mean. We are here this time to convey the spirit from above and provide guidance for the work. There must be someone else to really deal with Ren Xiao." Yan Fei said, holding Meng Qiwu's hand.

"Who?"

"This..." Yan Fei hesitated.

"Senior Sister Meng is not an outsider, so it's okay to tell her. Maybe she can help in catching Ren Xiao."

Next to him, Han Wenlong spoke up and tried his best to express his goodwill to Meng Qiwu.

"Actually, there's nothing to hide." Yan Fei nodded and whispered.

"Qiwu, have you ever heard of the coffin-carrying meeting?"

"The coffin-carrying club? I've heard a little about it..." Meng Qiwu nodded.

She didn't know much about the Coffin Bearers Society. She only knew that it was a mysterious organization that appeared many years ago and was short-lived.

"The Coffin Carrying Society is an organization that specializes in studying the Nine Inner Alchemy Methods. Many years ago, this organization conducted an experiment. They used the corpses of practitioners who were born in Jia and died in Gui to extract a type of blood, and then merged it with the blood of ordinary people..."

"I hope to create a being who can awaken this law naturally."

When these words were spoken, Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but reveal a strange look.

The Coffin Bearing Society's research on the Nine Inner Alchemy Methods was more in-depth than he had imagined, and he didn't know how many experiments they had done in private.

"The corpses of cultivators born in Jia and died in Gui are very rare, and the blood that can be extracted from them is also very special. I don't know the specific circumstances of this experiment, but they all failed..." Yan Fei shook his head.

"those people……"

"I don't know." Yan Fei interrupted Meng Qiwu's question.

"But one of the women survived. Not only did she survive, she also fled to Qinxi Province and met a man..."

"That man is not an ordinary person either. His name is Wang Qiancheng."

"Someone from the Chunyang Wang family!?" Meng Qiwu asked in a serious tone.

"Yes, he is from the Wang family. Not only did that woman get together with him, she also gave birth to a child..."

"A freak!"

"Freak?" Meng Qiwu asked puzzledly.

Yan Fei paused for a moment before saying, "A freak who was born with the awakening of [A is born, Gui is dead]."

As soon as these words were spoken, Meng Qiwu's expression changed slightly, and he vaguely guessed something.

"At that time, the Wang family had not yet realized how terrifying this child was, and what terrifying potential he had. They regarded him as a bastard, a monster, and abandoned him in the wilderness..."

"Later, President Jiang found the child..."

"Sent him to an orphanage!"

(End of this chapter)