Pure Yang!

Chapter 63: Horse in the Noon Zodiac, Hell on Earth

The condensation of all talismans into one is the ultimate dream of all talisman masters in the world. To reach this state, one must be pure yang and infinite.

This is the case with the Shen family's [Treasure Mirror of Ten Thousand Symbols].

The same is true for Maoshan's unrevealed secrets.

From that day on, the young Jiang Hu followed Wu Qilu to practice. Every night when it was quiet, he would follow the latter to a mass grave where the ground was filled with graves and eerie phosphorous lights.

It is really hard to imagine that there is such a place hidden in Maoshan, it is so eerie and scary.

"Wu Qilu's cultivation is indeed profound, and his insights into cultivation are also extraordinary..." Shen Qingli whispered.

The appearance of Wu Qilu opened an unprecedented door for Jiang Hulu.

What is spiritual practice?

The Yellow Emperor's Yin Fu Jing says that there are five thieves in the sky, and those who see them will prosper. The five thieves are in the heart, and they are implemented in the sky. The universe is in the hands, and all changes are born in the body.

The great secret of spiritual practice lies here.

What are the five thieves? Life, matter, time, merit, and spirit... As for what they are specifically? That's not important...

The important thing is the word "thief"!

A thief is a thief!

The secret of spiritual practice lies in "stealing".

Huangdi took advantage of the opportunity of the enemy's destiny and ascended to heaven in broad daylight; Yin and Zhou took advantage of the enemy's god's verification and destroyed the big with the small; Guan Zhong took advantage of the enemy's trust at the time and united the nine princes; Fan Li took advantage of the enemy's urgency and dominated Nanyue; Zhang Liang took advantage of the enemy's merits and defeated the powerful Chu.

Even the origin of human beings is the result of stealing the essence of two and five and combining them in a wonderful way.

"The so-called cultivation is to steal the opportunity for life amidst murderous intent!" Shen Qingli paused.

The appearance of Wu Qilu completely opened up a path of cultivation for Jiang Hulu.

He told Jiang Hu that the key to practicing talismans lies in the word "one", which is the most wonderful word in the world.

The art of talismans is ever-changing, but they are all created starting from the word "one", stroke by stroke!

This word is the basis of all symbols in the world!

Tao produces one, one produces two, two produces three, and three produces all things.

The last stroke of life is one.

The first stroke of death is also one.

Between life and death lies the mystery of [one].

"You are indeed a great senior!" Zhang Fan heard the mystery in his words and couldn't help but praise him.

Shen Qingli glanced at him and continued, "If you want to master the secret of [One], you must comprehend it from life and death..."

From that day on, Wu Qilu would often capture wandering ghosts and evil spirits from the vicinity, including the elderly, children, men, and women. They had bright yellow talismans stuck on their foreheads, their eyes were hollow and lifeless, and they exuded the strongest yin energy.

While letting Jiang Hulu practice [One-Stroke Drawing], he used talismans to kill wandering souls and refine ghosts.

Time flies. In just one year, Jiang Hu's skill in talismans improved by leaps and bounds, and he mastered three hundred talismans.

Such progress attracted everyone's attention, and even Qi Ji felt pressured.

"That's not the pressure of catching up from behind, but the pressure of being on an equal footing." Shen Qingli sighed.

A year ago, Jiang Hu's talent and accomplishments were not even a fraction of Qi Ji's.

In just one year, Jiang Hu reached Qi Ji's level and even surpassed him.

Everyone is curious, what is the secret of Jiang Hulu's rapid progress?
But Jiang Hu said, it's nothing, God rewards hard work.

At this point, his achievements and fame were hidden, leaving only endless aftertaste for everyone.

"You're such a good pretender." Zhang Fan curled his lips.

It's obvious that he has an uncle who is helping him cheat behind the scenes, but hard work pays off!
"He kept it a secret from everyone except Senior Brother Suiyuan." Shen Qingli said.

Jiang Hu has been practicing in the mountains since he was a child, and has always been taken care of by his senior brother Suiyuan, who is like a brother and a father to him.

Jiang Hu naturally told this senior brother everything he knew without hiding anything. He secretly told him about the existence of Wu Qilu and claimed that he would talk to this junior uncle to see if he could help senior brother Suiyuan with some special treatment.

However, Brother Suiyuan's expression changed drastically after hearing Jiang Hu's words.

"Why?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

Shen Qingli paused, looked at Zhang Fan, and said quietly, "Because Maoshan has never had a master uncle with the surname Wu."

"what?"

Zhang Fan was stunned, but saw a trace of sadness on Shen Qingli's pretty face, and the faint voice sounded again.

That night, Jiang Hu saw Wu Qilu for the last time. He was wearing a loose robe as usual, with a bandage on his face, and he seemed to be in shadow.

As usual, Wu Qilu released the wandering ghosts imprisoned in the thatched hut. There were still men and women, old and young, and the air was eerie and full of ghostly shadows, so Jiang Hulu could practice killing ghosts.

But Jiang Hu did not move. He raised the doubts in his mind and said frankly that the uncle who had taught him for more than a year was not from Maoshan.

Faced with Jiang Hu's questioning, Wu Qilu did not say much, only saying that this was the last time they met.

After more than a year of getting along, Jiang Hu has developed a deep affection for Wu Qilu. The latter is like a teacher and a father to him. Not only has he helped him to make rapid progress in more than a year, but he has also taught him many truths.

It can be said that apart from Senior Brother Suiyuan, Wu Qilu is the one who helped him the most and cared about him the most.

Now, facing separation, the young Jiang Hu feels indescribably sad.

"Jiang Hu is very friendly." Zhang Fan whispered.

"Life is impermanent, and the so-called fate is nothing but an illusion. If you cling to it and give rise to undue emotions, it will only make your mind restless."

Shen Qingli frowned slightly, as if she had some deep meaning.

For the last teaching, Jiang Hulu naturally spared no effort and used all the methods taught by Professor Wu Qilu, using all the talismans to kill those wandering souls and evil spirits.

But at this moment, Senior Brother Suiyuan rushed over. He looked at Jiang Hu with horror and disbelief, and questioned him loudly...

"What should I ask him?" Zhang Fan asked puzzledly.

Shen Qingli's eyes darkened, and her gaze towards Zhang Fan suddenly flickered.

That look made Zhang Fan feel a little creepy.

"Ask him...why he killed people!"

"Murder!?" Zhang Fan's eyes widened, as if he had heard it wrong.

Senior Brother Suiyuan took action and removed the talismans that were stuck on the foreheads of the wandering evil spirits. The eerie gloom around the "ghost shadows" suddenly dissipated, and their eyes gradually regained vitality and were no longer numb, but their faces were pale, as if all their energy had been drained, and they fell down one after another.

"Those..." Zhang Fan was stunned and couldn't believe it.

"They are not ghosts... they are living people..."

At that moment, Jiang Hulu felt like he was dragged into a huge abyss. His young body couldn't stop shaking. His eyes were filled with despair, and Wu Qilu's mocking laughter echoed in his ears.

"How does it feel when the talisman penetrates a living person?"

Wu Qilu's words tore at Jiang Hu's young heart. His anger seemed to be ruthlessly taken away. Despair, pain, disbelief...all kinds of emotions were madly intertwined.

Facing such a Jiang Hulu, Wu Qilu's laughter became more and more loud, as if he was appreciating a fine work of art.

"This is a lunatic!" Zhang Fan's eyes grew colder.

"Why did he do this?"

Shen Qingli shook her head: "That madman let Jiang Hu go, but Senior Brother Suiyuan died in front of him, in his arms..."

Zhang Fan remained silent. He could even imagine such a scene.

On the gloomy moonlit night, the young Jiang Hulu roared in pain, like a wild beast.

Those innocent people, those wronged souls, and Senior Brother Suiyuan... they are destined to be entangled in a nightmare for the rest of their lives.

Under the moonlight, Wu Qilu looked at all this indifferently, turned around and was about to leave.

"who are you?"

"I am Wu Ma!" Wu Qilu's voice echoed in the bloody night.

"Little boy, one day, we will meet again!"

……

Having said this, a hint of sadness welled up in Shen Qingli's eyes. He looked at Jiang Hulu who was walking towards the Five Spirits Rainbow Light, and then looked at Zhang Fan beside him.

"From then on, the world became like hell to him!"

(End of this chapter)