Pure Yang!

Chapter 58: The best in the world, Jiazi destroys the devil

One o'clock.

Hongfu Garden.

Zhang Fan didn't know how he came back. He had a splitting headache, as if he had drunk too much. The burning sensation prevented him from falling asleep.

He felt extremely tired, but couldn't fall asleep.

This feeling was like torture, tormenting him all the time. Even if he kept calm, he could not calm this strange sensation.

Zhang Fan had never longed for sleep as much as he did today, and longed for the tranquility in his dreams.

He held his head, as if he wanted to pry it open to see what was going on inside.

"There are two bottles of sleeping pills in the drawer of my room. If you really can't sleep well, take one..."

At this moment, Zhang Lingzong’s words during the day echoed in Zhang Fan’s mind.

He staggered to his feet, walked to Zhang Lingzong's room, opened the drawer, and sure enough, there were two bottles of sleeping pills inside, with the words on them already blurred.

Zhang Fan endured the headache, opened one of the bottles, and poured out a pill wrapped in gold foil. Just as Zhang Lingzong said, it looked very expensive.

Zhang Fan didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly picked up the water cup on the table and swallowed the pill in one gulp. The cool and bitter feeling went straight down his throat.

Soon, the effect of the medicine gradually took effect, and the splitting headache slowly dissipated...

Zhang Fan's eyelids became heavier and heavier, so he fell directly onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The soft moonlight shone through the window onto Zhang Fan. At this moment, two black and white auras appeared faintly between his eyebrows, intertwining with each other and disappearing in a flash, as if they had never appeared.

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Three o'clock in the morning.

Yujing City, No. 381 Guangming Road, Jiangnan Provincial Daomenghui.

In an empty office.

Cao Wushang was lying on the cold ground. Although he was still breathing, his breathing was extremely weak. His eyes were closed and his body was a little stiff.

"Master, what happened to Senior Brother Cao?"

At this moment, a Taoist boy of about twelve or thirteen years old came up and supported the old Taoist priest who had just been checking. The latter had white hair and beard, but his eyes were unusually bright, and there was a deep scar on his cheek.

"The soul is gone." Lou Hechuan said in a deep voice.

As the president of the Jiangnan Province Daomen Alliance and also a master from Baihe Temple, he saw through Cao Wushang's problem at a glance.

The soul has left the body. Although the body is still there, the best case scenario is that the body will become a vegetable. If it is worse, it will not take long for the body to slowly rot and stink...

"How could that be? Senior Brother Cao..." The Taoist boy, who was about twelve or thirteen years old, suddenly changed his expression and looked at Cao Wushang.

"Gathering the soul as medicine...it is indeed the method of Wuwei Sect!"

Lou Hechuan grinned, revealing a sinister smile.

"After Jiazi wiped out the demons, this bunch of bastards has revived again."

"Jia Zi destroys the devil!"

Hearing these four words, Xiao Daotong's expression straightened up. He had heard this from the elders in the sect since he was a child.

A decade ago, that is, sixty years ago, an earth-shaking event happened in Taoism.

Back then, Chu Chaoran, who had not yet become the head of Zhenwu, challenged the world's number one master.

"Number one in the world...Number one in the world..."

"In the past hundred years of Taoism, I'm afraid that only that man can be called the best in the world..." Lou Hechuan murmured softly, chanting the unattainable title, and a solemn look appeared on his old face. "Three Corpses Taoist!"

A name that absolutely could not be mentioned emerged in the little Taoist boy's mind.

Before Jiazi year, Taoist Sanshi was known as the best martial artist in the world. Some people said that he was from Wuwei Sect and was even the sect's leader.

Sixty years ago, Chu Chaoran and the Three Corpses Taoist fought at the top of Mount Dongyue. The battle was earth-shattering...

In the end, only Chu Chaoran came down.

This battle was called the Jiazi Demon-Slaying Battle. From then on, the Wuwei Sect disappeared and no members of the sect appeared in the world again.

Now, sixty years have passed, and this group of demons has finally come out.

"Good, good, very good... This is a declaration of war..."

Lou Hechuan grinned, revealing a row of yellow teeth. His old face was grim. He raised a finger, and a flame the size of a soybean rose up. The temperature in the office suddenly rose.

hum...

Lou Hechuan snapped his fingers, and a flame the size of a soybean shot out and landed on Cao Wushang's body. The latter's body suddenly burned without any strange smell.

"Since you entered the temple, Cao Wushang has treated you very well. Why don't you feel sad at all?"

At this moment, Lou Hechuan looked at the Taoist boy next to him.

"The ancestor once said that if flowers are compared to human affairs, flowers and human affairs are the same. Death and birth bloom and fade with rain and wind, birth in the morning and death in the evening are wonderful and empty..."

The little Taoist boy hesitated for a moment before bowing his head and saying, "Life and death are impermanent. If you can't see through the obsession with life and death, how can you practice the Supreme Way of Forgetting Emotions!"

After hearing this, Lou Hechuan shook his head.

"The sun and the moon move in the sky but never stay in the sky. The Supreme Being forgets emotions but is not emotionless. If you hold on to this thought, you will fall into the devil's barrier."

Lou Hechuan sighed and patted the little Taoist boy's head.

The little Taoist boy remained silent, as if thinking about something, as if chewing over Lou Hechuan's words.

"You will send the intact ashes back to Baihe Temple later. Before that, make a detour to Maoshan to get two [Nine Demon Subduing Talismans]... I'm afraid your junior master's injury will relapse..."

As soon as these words came out, the little Taoist boy's expression changed slightly.

His junior uncle had fought with someone many years ago and was left with severe injuries that seemed to be difficult to heal. Especially every month when the full moon came, the injuries would recur and the pain was extraordinary. Not only did he need elixirs to alleviate the pain, he also needed Taoist talismans to suppress it.

"Master, how did our uncle get injured?" the little Taoist boy couldn't help but ask.

In Baihe Temple in Shangjing, he was mainly responsible for serving this junior master-master. He had seen the injuries and they were indeed shocking. He asked about the origins several times, but the junior master-master remained silent and seemed unwilling to mention the past!

"Ten years ago, he went to the capital, fought with others, and got sick." Lou Hechuan said calmly.

"Ten years ago!?"

The little Taoist boy seemed to be thinking about something, and then he said, "Ten years ago, my uncle was already a high-level master... Who could hurt him?"

Ten years ago, his junior uncle was already a high-level martial artist. He was able to injure him so badly that it took him ten years to recover from the injury. I guess he was not an ordinary master.

"You guessed right, he is indeed not an ordinary master..."

Lou Hechuan's face was slightly gloomy, and he couldn't help but shook his head: "I only regret that I was far away in the northwest and couldn't go there in person to meet the master who hurt your uncle..."

"What kind of master is he?" The little Taoist boy was curious and couldn't help asking.

Lou Hechuan paused for a moment, and couldn't help but look at the little Taoist boy. His old brows trembled slightly before he spoke.

"A child... a child about your age now!"

(End of this chapter)