Pure Yang!

Chapter 88: Huangquan Refining Ghosts, Dad’s Old Friend (5k Chapter)

The method of dividing the spirit is passed down from the world's number one miraculous skill "Three Corpses Illuminating Life".

There has only been a reputation, but the mysterious method has never been seen in the world.

The nine legendary inner alchemy methods are just legends. Each one is extremely difficult to practice. Even the Taoist techniques that branched out from them are top-notch in the world. Even if one has extraordinary talent, it is difficult to comprehend even a little bit of its mysteries.

For example, the [Heart Demon Guide] passed down from the [Holy Embryo of Gods and Demons] fell into the hands of Zhenwu Mountain.

Zhuo Kuangsheng is Chu Chaoran's junior fellow apprentice. How talented is he? But he can only be trapped in the magic calamity, unable to practice this method, unable to transcend, and imprisoned himself in a deserted cave in the back mountain of Nanxuan Palace.

The same is true for the method of distraction.

If [Inner Demon Attraction] is to play with thoughts, then [Dividing the Mind Technique] is to play with the primordial spirit, which is even more dangerous and unpredictable.

"Legend has it that if one can master the [Spirit Dividing Technique], one can split one's own soul into two, one into three... all are possible." Bai Bu Ran lowered his voice.

"As long as one of them is indestructible, this person will be immortal."

"The art of splitting the spirit, the art of immortality?" Zhang Fan murmured softly.

"This is a by-product of the pursuit of immortality..." Bai Bu Ran said meaningfully.

Throughout history, there have been countless people seeking immortality, but only a few have achieved longevity.

On this road, there are countless brilliant and talented people in the Taoist sect. They have worked hard, pursued hard, and left behind many attempts and methods in their pursuit of immortality.

Some of these roads are dead ends, while others have not yet been exhausted and need successors to continue to explore. Perhaps some people spend their entire lives, only to find at the end that this is still a dead end.

But what does it matter? The way to immortality is to find life in death.

"Boss, has anyone mastered this [Division Technique]?" Zhang Fan asked.

"The soul is the most sophisticated. An increase or decrease of one point will make a world of difference." Bai Bu Ran shook his head.

If the soul has the slightest movement, and one is not careful, the person may end up in a vegetative state at best, or die at worst.

Not to mention splitting the soul into two, or even three, or four...

"Even if this [Division of Spirits] really exists, it may just be an imperfect theory."

Bai Bu Ran picked up the thermos cup, gently blew away the tea leaves floating on it, took a small sip, then raised his eyelids and looked at Zhang Fan meaningfully.

"What have you been doing lately?"

"what?"

Bai Bu Ran's voice brought Zhang Fan back to his senses.

"I asked you what you have been practicing recently. Why do you ask such a question?" Bai Bu Ran said in a deep voice.

"I... I've just been reading some Taoist scriptures and alchemy books recently, and I have some ideas." Zhang Fan said casually.

"Practitioners should have a reverent heart."

Bai Bu Ran put the thermos cup in his hand on the table and said in a serious tone: "The Dao sect is vast, and there are three thousand methods. Everyone wants to choose a path to immortality from them, and look forward to the way of infinite pure yang..."

"But some people just lack a little reverence and take a different path."

At this point, Bai Bu Ran paused for a moment, looked at the tightly closed office door, and then continued: "You can't say these roads are wrong, but they are indeed very dangerous, especially when people's hearts are fickle, and it's easy to lose yourself on such a road..."

"Boss, you mean..."

"Wuwei Sect!?"

Zhang Fan frowned, and two figures appeared in his mind.

Wang Tao, the Pig, Wu Qilu, the Horse...they all come from Wuwei Sect, from the Thirteen Zodiac Signs.

The talents and strengths of these two people in the path of cultivation are indisputable, but the paths they take are too unconventional, straying from good and approaching evil.

"The ancestor bestowed on me the secret of immortality, which is three parts human heart and seven parts destiny." Bai Buran looked at Zhang Fan meaningfully.

"Many people have the same starting point, but this road is too long, so long that you can't see the end..."

"People's minds are fickle, and their consciousness is restless, which will give rise to many delusions. Especially for those who are extremely smart, they often find many alternative and extremely dangerous paths..."

At this point, Bai Bu Ran paused for a moment and said, "Zhang Fan, I know you have some talent..."

"On this road, talent is never a guiding light. Don't figure it out on your own... like those people in Wuwei Sect."

Bai Bu Ran's words contained an extremely serious warning. He vaguely felt that the field Zhang Fan was now exploring seemed to have touched upon some kind of taboo.

"I understand."

Rumble…

At this moment, a loud thunder sounded outside the window, and the lightning that cut through the night interrupted their conversation and drew Zhang Fan and Bai Bu Ran's attention over.

"Things are going to change." Zhang Fan murmured softly, then stood up and left.

……

At this time, Yujing City South Station.

A high-speed train coming from Shangjing City slowly arrived at the station. As soon as the door opened, passengers filed out one after another. There was only one door, and only a tall figure walked out slowly.

He was a middle-aged man, with a sturdy build, about 1.8 meters tall, with a full beard, looking extremely rugged. He wore an eye patch on his left eye and there was a long scar on the upper eyelid of his right eye.

Perhaps, it was this feeling of keeping strangers away that made him the only passenger coming out of this door.

"I haven't been back for ten years. Why is it raining right after I came back?" The one-eyed man looked up at the sky and murmured, "This is not a good sign."

As he spoke, the one-eyed man put down the backpack in his hand, leaned over and fumbled around for a while, then took out a wrinkled, slightly yellowed photo.

There were two people in the photo, one big and one small. The big one was Zhang Lingzong, but he looked exceptionally young, with extremely fair skin. Next to him was a child, about eleven or twelve years old, with some baby fat, and his facial features vaguely resembled Zhang Fan.

"Zhang Fan... This kid is in his twenties now, he must have changed a lot." The one-eyed man grinned and turned the photo over, and saw an address written on the blank space at the back:

Room 73, Unit A, Building 903, Hongfu Garden.

"Hongfu Garden..." The one-eyed man chewed over the name and stuffed the wrinkled photo into his pocket.

……

Yujing City, Fangshan.

Dark clouds passed by, blocking the bright moon. Thunder rumbled in the distance. A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating an earthen temple hidden in the mountains.

"Brother, why are you here?"

The mountain wind was rising, Xiong Qianxing came to the earth temple against the wind and stood at the door of Xiong Qianshan.

"You are so brave that you dare to take action in the clan ancestral hall?" Xiong Qianshan said without turning his head.

"Brother, you know everything?" Xiong Qianxing's expression changed slightly.

He didn't expect that Xiong Qianshan had already received the news of his action just now.

"Brother, it's that Xiong Ba..."

"Shut up." Xiong Qianshan shouted fiercely, "I'll settle the score with you later."

As he spoke, Xiong Qianshan stared at the abandoned earth temple without blinking. In the dim firelight, there was an ancient well hidden deep in the temple. The well water was boiling and gushing out. It was actually earth-yellow in color, and was accompanied by strange sounds, as if someone was crying.

"This is... Huangquan!?" Xiong Qianxing's eyes suddenly lit up and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

He never expected that Xiong Qianshan would actually find a spring of hell here.

It was once recorded in "Nanyang Strange Records" that there was a spring in the back mountain of Xitu Temple in Nanyang. The spring water was dim and yellow like earth, and strange noises often came out of it. Every midnight, the spring water boiled and strange people came out of it, which was extremely bizarre.

There was a scholar in the south of the city. His wife died in the second year of their marriage. He was very sad, so he moved into Xitu Temple and stayed there for half a year.

That night, the scholar missed his deceased wife and went to the back mountain, where he saw the spring. At that time, the spring water was boiling, and his wife actually walked out of it.

The scholar was overjoyed, and the two men met as if it were yesterday. They told each other their true feelings and expressed their affection.

From then on, the scholar came to the back mountain every night to meet his wife by the spring. In just half a month, he looked more than ten years older.

That night, the scholar came to the spring in the back mountain again. His wife had just appeared when he heard the bell of Xitu Temple ringing loudly, like a lion's roar, shaking the mountains and forests. His wife let out a shrill scream and disappeared. The scholar fainted immediately.

When he woke up, he was already in the temple. The senior monk of Xitu Temple said that the spring was the Yellow Spring, which led to the underworld and could communicate with the dead. But if a mortal got close to it, his life span would be sucked away.

Sure enough, when the scholar looked at himself in the mirror, his hair was gray and he looked like an old man. From then on, he settled down in Xitu Temple to clean and maintain the place. As for the spring, no one had ever seen it again.

The so-called Yellow Spring is the passage leading to the underworld.

Legend has it that the largest spring in the world is hidden under Mount Tai, the Eastern Peak, which is connected to the underworld.

"Brother, this is a treasure land for refining ghosts." Xiong Qianxing's eyes lit up.

Huangquan is the most mysterious place of Taiyin, connecting life and death and the underworld.

For the Taoists of Yinshan Sect, it is a rare treasure, especially their unique skills.

"Extract souls and refine ghosts!"

The inherited skill of the Yinshan Xiong family is the [art of refining ghosts], which requires corpses, spirit bones, corpse oil and other things. With the original spirit as the guide, it can summon the Yin and gather souls to refine a ghost shape in the shell orifice.

The ghosts here are not ghosts or wild ghosts, but Taoist soldiers who can break the true yang, swallow Taoist magic, and are extremely ferocious.

According to the Xiong family tradition, the art of refining ghosts is divided into ghost messengers, ghost soldiers, ghost demons, ghost generals, and ghost commanders. Just one ghost messenger is enough to suppress a Taoist apprentice.

As for the Ghost General, he is a terrifying existence that even high-ranking officials would have a headache with.

"Brother, our Xiong family has only one Yellow Spring left to this day, and it was left by the [Ghost King of Yinshan] Xiong Sanqi." Xiong Qianxing couldn't help but get excited.

Relying on the Yellow Spring, the Xiong family spent many years of hard work and resources to finally refine a ghost general, which has become a treasure of the clan.

It can be seen that the magical uses of Huangquan are truly amazing.

"Brother, with this Yellow Spring, you can upgrade your ghost soldiers to the level of ghost demons." Xiong Qianxing became excited.

By that time, Xiong Qianshan's status in the clan would have risen, and he would naturally benefit as well.

"Xiong Qianshan, your brother has such a nice dream."

At this moment, a silver bell-like laughter came from the earthen temple. In the dim firelight, a young girl walked out slowly, her ultra-short jeans revealing her slender legs.

"Xiong Qianqiu!?" Xiong Qianxing looked at the person who came and his face suddenly darkened.

Among the younger generation of the Xiong family, there are not many people who can suppress his brother, but Xiong Qianqiu is definitely one of them.

"elder brother……"

"Don't talk." Xiong Qianshan looked grim, looking at the girl who walked out of the ruined temple, and said in a deep voice.

"Xiong Qianqiu, what are you going to do with this Yellow Spring?"

"Everything is for the family." Xiong Qianqiu said calmly: "Of course it will be handed over to the clan."

"Um!?"

Xiong Qianxing and Xiong Qianshan looked at each other with strange expressions. They didn't expect that this woman had such a big vision!
"With your identities, you naturally don't know what my Xiong family is doing now." Xiong Qianqiu said lightly.

"What does that mean?"

"Ghost Handsome!" Xiong Qianqiu stroked his white and tender hands, slightly opened the corners of his lips, and uttered two words.

"What? You mean... the clan is refining a ghost commander?"

"Back then, Xiong Sanqi suddenly appeared, and he was extremely domineering, subduing all of my Yinshan disciples... From that time on, the clan began to study ways to restrain him."

"Ghost Commander is a must-have..." Xiong Qianqiu said coldly.

Even high-ranking Taoist priests would have to stay away from such an evil creature. In order to refine the Ghost General, the Xiong family put in a lot of effort and even asked Ye Buliang to find a corpse ghost.

"Corpse ghost? Can that thing be found?" Xiong Qianxing couldn't help but ask.

It is said that white clothes represent underworld, red clothes represent evil, and black clothes represent disaster. Before death, it is best not to wear these clothes.

But there is another kind that is even more terrifying, called the Purple-Clothed Corpse Refining Ghost, who is sacrificed alive to the Gate of Life and Death.

That is to say, the skin of a living person is peeled off and worn on the body of a living person. After death, the soul will be trapped in the body and unable to be reborn, becoming an extremely terrifying evil ghost. This kind of ghost is almost a demon and is called a corpse ghost.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, a tomb robber accidentally broke into an ancient tomb. Because it was so old, even he could not tell the origin of the tomb.

The tomb robbers were greedy and found their way to the main tomb chamber, where, in addition to the coffin, there was a high platform, like an altar, on which was placed a corpse, dressed in purple clothes that looked like skin, with heavy chains on its shoulder bones.

This ancient tomb has been sealed for at least a hundred years, but the corpse lying on the high platform is still rising and falling slightly, and muffled sounds are coming from its mouth and nose.

The tomb robber was terrified and quickly withdrew. He retired and retired only in his later years. He said that living clothes were used as sacrifices for burial objects, and that the person buried in the ancient tomb might not be a human. Even he did not know the details, and he was unwilling to say where the tomb was.

The very next day after the tomb robber mentioned this matter, he died of natural causes, which was very strange.

That huge tomb was the work of the founder of Yinshan Sect, and was also the way for Purple-Cloaked Ghost to refine corpses.

Nowadays, this kind of Taoism has long been extinct. If you want to find a corpse ghost, you can only look for it in major ancient tombs, and this can only be done before dawn.

"Just one corpse ghost costs more than five million, and that's after tax." Xiong Qianqiu said lightly.

"Refining a ghost commander is no small feat. This is a big deal for the clan."

Xiong Qianshan seemed to be thinking about something. He knew that the reason why the Xiong family planned this was probably because of the Yinshan Ghost King back then.

No one had expected that outside of the direct descendants of the Xiong family, there would be such a person, who was so powerful and invincible, yet was not subject to the control of the clan.

Such an existence is like a time bomb for the Xiong family, and can bring risks at any time.

"Xiong Sanqi has been away from Yujing City for ten years. After all, he is a member of the Xiong family. The clan is too cautious and too fearful..." Xiong Qianxing couldn't help but say.

"What is your knowledge? How do you know how domineering Uncle Sanqi was back then?" Xiong Qianqiu sneered.

At that time, she was still young, but she watched Xiong Sanqi single-handedly destroy the Xiong family and force a group of elders to kneel down in the ancestral hall and slap each other in the face.

From then on, the name Xiong Sanqi became a taboo in the Xiong family and also a nightmare for many people.

In their eyes, this man is the disease of the Xiong family, and they must find a medicine that can eradicate it.

Gui Shuai is now a master, and even if he comes back, he can't be as rampant as he was before.

Of course, in the Xiong family, there are also many people who admire outliers like Xiong Sanqi, especially among the younger generation, many of whom regard him as an idol.

"He swore that he would never set foot in Yujing for the rest of his life." Xiong Qianshan said in a deep voice.

"joke."

Xiong Qianqiu sneered, "For masters like that, there are no taboos. What oath can restrain them?"

"You're too naive to think so." Xiong Qianqiu shook his head.

Of course, if Xiong Sanqi can keep his oath, everyone will be happy and many people will breathe a sigh of relief.

But if he doesn't keep his oath, the Xiong family will naturally have to make full preparations.

"Xiong Sanqi, is he really the nightmare of the Xiong family? I hope he never comes back!"

Xiong Qianshan looked at the yellow spring in the earth temple and murmured softly.

……

Yujing City, old town.

Dark clouds were rolling, the sky was high and the wind was strong. The thunder in the distance was becoming more and more deafening, and there were no pedestrians on the streets.

The street lights on both sides of the road were vibrating and crackling, as if they were in poor contact.

Zhang Fan looked up and found himself at the entrance of Hongfu Garden.

"Young man, wait a minute."

At this moment, a rough voice came from behind. Zhang Fan turned around and saw a one-eyed middle-aged man walking towards him.

"Is something wrong?"

"Young man, you look familiar."

The one-eyed middle-aged man took out a crumpled photo from his pocket, placed it next to Zhang Fan, and compared it.

Zhang Fan glanced over and saw that the person in the photo was Zhang Lingzong and his childhood self.

"Dad? How do you have this photo?" Zhang Fan showed a strange look.

"I'm your father's friend. I happened to be passing by Yujing and he asked me to come and see you." The one-eyed middle-aged man chuckled.

"What's your name, uncle?" Zhang Fan was overjoyed. He finally got news from his father after such a long time.

"My name is Sanqi, you can just call me Uncle Sanqi."

"Uncle Sanqi, where is my dad now?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"He's in the capital. He has some things to do. He'll be back when he's done." The one-eyed middle-aged man smiled and said, "He told you not to worry."

As he spoke, the one-eyed middle-aged man reached out his hand and pulled Zhang Fan: "Come, nephew, follow your uncle. I will take you to a good meal."

"Xiao Fan."

At this moment, a call came from not far away.

Zhang Fan was just about to follow when he heard a voice. He stopped suddenly, turned around, and saw Liu Fusheng walking out of the message room.

"Uncle Liu..."

Zhang Fan greeted him and introduced him: "This is Uncle Sanqi, my father's friend..."

"Xiao Fan, go home and have a rest first. Come down for dinner later. I want to chat with you first." Liu Fusheng waved his hand, but his eyes did not move away from the one-eyed middle-aged man in front of him.

"Uncle Liu, do you know each other!?"

"I know him...of course I know him." The one-eyed middle-aged man sneered.

"Okay, I'll be down right away." Zhang Fan nodded, turned around and walked into the community.

"Blind bear, you're not dead yet?"

"Liu Canshou, aren't you also living well?"

In the night wind, the two men looked into each other's eyes and shook hands tightly, as if they were comrades. In an instant, a loud thunder rang out in the sky, as if a storm was about to come.

(End of this chapter)