Pure Yang!

Chapter 443 Dan Yuan Dharma Assembly! Your Father's Old Lover

Late at night, at Xiaoxiang Villa.

Inside the three-story building, under the dim yellow light, four long shadows were cast.

"That sickly Xu Changshou has actually come out of seclusion?"

Chang Jinzhi's expression was solemn. The incident occurred during the day, but the news was received in the evening.

So the four of them gathered together again, having a private meeting behind Zhang Fan and Zhang Wuming's backs.

After all, his initial compromise and joining the mortal sect was merely a temporary measure.

These four are all experts at the Zhai Shou realm, so they naturally won't be completely subdued so easily.

“I’ve said it before, that Zhao Jiexuan is no ordinary person. I’ve heard that even the people of Gezao Mountain treat him with utmost respect.”

"That brat Shen Mingchan? He always looks down on everyone at the Xijiang Dao Sect, but this time he's changed his ways. I heard he's acting like a lapdog."

Xiao Xiaole and Hua Wuhuan received more detailed information.

“I also heard that Zhao Jiexuan asked that kid Shen Mingchan to pass on a message…” Ling Du suddenly said.

"To deliver a message? To whom? What message?"

“Yu Xuanji, let him wait to die,” Ling Du said in a deep voice.

"This little... Zhao Jiexuan has a grudge against Sanqing Mountain? How dare he be so arrogant?" Chang Jinzhi's face twitched, revealing a solemn expression.

“I’ve said it before, this Zhao Jiexuan is no ordinary person.”

“He actually fought with Xu Changshou at the Pure Land Temple.”

"What was the result?" Hua Wuhuan asked.

"Those people are too narrow-minded and can't see the difference between the two. But I heard that Xu Changshou invited Zhao Jiexuan into the temple and they had a private talk for two hours."

Ling Du's informants are extraordinary; he's practically skipping in to eavesdrop.

“Xu Changshou’s dragon-slaying technique is unique, and that Zhao Jiexuan was able to make him…” Xiao Xiaole hesitated.

Of the seven top-level cultivators, apart from Pei Buqi who died unexpectedly, the other four are roughly equal in strength, with Ling Du possibly being slightly stronger. Apart from them, Xiang Nantian and Xu Changshou are significantly ahead.

"Do you think Zhao Jiexuan managed to persuade that sickly fellow?" Xiao Xiaole looked at Ling Du and couldn't help but ask.

"Unfortunately, if I were there, I would have been able to see the clues."

drop by drop...

Just then, a notification sound rang out.

The four powerful leaders all looked at their phones, where a group message popped up: "[Mortal Sect High-Level Group]".

"Zhao Jiexuan" invited "Xu Changshou of Jingtu Temple" to join the group chat.

Immediately afterwards, a message popped up, with Xu Changshou's profile picture being a big smiley face.

"Good evening, fellow Daoists."

Ling Du, Xiao Xiaole, Chang Jinzhi, and Hua Wuhuan's expressions changed drastically, and they exchanged glances.

At this moment, they were well aware of the outcome of the day.

"Welcome, Brother Xu."

At that moment, Xiang Nantian was the first to reply.

"Brother Xu's joining is a joyous occasion for our mortal sect."

"welcome."

"Our mortal sect will surely grow stronger day by day."

Ling Du, Xiao Xiaole, and Chang Jinzhi all replied to the message, while Hua Wuhuan sent a "warm welcome" emoji.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the four of them put down their phones, their expressions becoming serious.

"It seems that the Fanmen sect is becoming more and more stable," Chang Jinzhi said with a wry smile.

"Heroes emerge from among the young..."

“That young man possesses incredible power,” Ling Du exclaimed.

He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the other three abbots.

"Talented people emerge in every generation, and new talents always stand out... Gentlemen, you should know that the transition between the old and new eras is a reshuffling of the world's order, and the towering peaks must be built from the lowest stones."

"You mean... in the future... in the distant future... then Zhao Jiexuan will be one of the pinnacles of this world."

"Will he secure a place in the new era's格局 (geju, a concept encompassing overall structure, overall structure, and overall structure)?"

Xiao Xiaole, Chang Jinzhi, and Hua Wuhuan all turned their gazes to Ling Du.

"In the old era, our path has come to an end. If we can board the great ship of this new era... perhaps..."

Ling Du murmured softly, a glint of light appearing in his eyes.

If his joining the mortal sect was merely a temporary measure before, at this moment, upon learning of Xu Changshou's return to the world, he felt as if he had seen a glimmer of light.

This glimmer of light originated from the mortal realm, which had not yet fully matured.

"From today onwards, I am willing to serve you to the death!" Ling Du said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, the other three exchanged glances, their expressions deeply moved.

"What do you think of Zhao Jiexuan?" Chang Jinzhi couldn't help but ask. "Are you betting your entire fortune on his future?"

"The future? Nobody can predict what the future holds."

Ling Du shook his head and said, "But right now..."

"The name Zhao Jiexuan must have already spread throughout all the major sects in Xijiang."

The words faded into silence, and the dimly lit room fell silent. Only the bright moon hung high outside the window, illuminating the ancient mountains and rivers, its thoughts lost on the vastness of the world.

……

Two days later, at Chixia Temple.

At dawn, the gentle tolling of bells echoed through the Taoist temple in the mountains, accompanied by the rising smoke of incense. A number of pilgrims had already gathered in front of the Lingguan Hall.

Xiang Nantian has been operating here for over thirty years and has a group of loyal followers. Every year, the donations from big bosses and wealthy merchants alone amount to eight figures.

Throughout history, whether one has power or wealth, people at a certain stage have always liked to associate with talented and extraordinary individuals and have come to believe in the concept of fate.

The more you gain, the more you fear losing.

"What are you looking at?"

As Zhang Wuming walked out of the dining hall, he saw Zhang Fan sitting on the steps of the side hall, staring into the distance.

“Look at that man, he comes every day, like his parents have died. He kneels for half a day every time,” Zhang Fan whispered.

His gaze fell upon a young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, kneeling before the incense burner in the main hall. He appeared withered and extremely haggard.

“It’s nothing serious,” Zhang Wuming said casually. “I heard from the young monks at the temple that this man is a college student from the foot of the mountain. His girlfriend of two years broke up with him, and he couldn’t get over it, so he comes up the mountain every day to pray, hoping that the gods will bless him so that his girlfriend will change her mind.”

"It's all about love," Zhang Fan laughed.

At that time, he was also troubled by love, so he followed Li Yishan to Zhenwu Mountain to relax, whereupon his primordial spirit was reawakened, and he began the journey to escape the calamity of the darkest night.

Mortals seeking immortality must descend into the mortal world and pass through two trials to attain enlightenment.

In life, once one is caught up in matters of emotion and the concept of life and death, the conscious mind becomes most restless. This is also the best opportunity for spiritual practice. If one can subdue one's thoughts and suppress one's conscious mind, one can awaken one's primordial spirit and be completely different from before.

"Poor child," Zhang Fan sighed as he looked at the young man.

"I'll go and counsel him."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan stood up and walked straight to the young man's ear.

When the young man saw someone coming, he looked up, but his eyes were lifeless. It was clear that this blow had almost drained his energy and spirit.

Without wasting words, Zhang Fan bent down and whispered in the young man's ear.

In an instant, the young man suddenly looked up. He looked at Zhang Fan with a glint in his eyes. Then, he leaped up and burst into tears, running out of Chixia Temple without looking back.

"What did you say to him?" Zhang Wuming walked over and couldn't help but ask as he watched the young man's departing figure.

"I only said one sentence to him."

"What did you say? Why such a big reaction?" Zhang Wuming couldn't help but be curious. He had to admit that Zhang Fan's cultivation was gradually reaching a state of perfection, and his Taoist skills were so profound that he could overcome someone's emotional turmoil with just a few words!

“I told him…” Zhang Fan whispered.

"The girl you can't let go of, someone else has already put her in."

"..."

"See, doesn't it feel much better after crying?" Zhang Fan said contentedly.

"You're a fucking devil!"

Zhang Fan turned around, passed through the side hall, arrived at his residence, and began to tidy up the room.

The Danyuan Dharma Assembly has begun, and he must leave Chixia Temple.

"Um!?"

As soon as Zhang Wuming followed him in, his gaze fell on a wooden box on the table, inside which was an old wooden sword.

“This…this isn’t the Pure Yang Sword from Zhenwu Mountain?” Zhang Wuming’s eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over.

"Holy crap, you even brought out the pure Yang magic treasure from Zhenwu Mountain?"

Zhang Wuming picked up the sword from the wooden box, his eyes shining, and he clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Wait a minute, what's your relationship with Zhenwu Mountain? Why would you take this treasure down the mountain? This is a pure Yang magic weapon left behind by Lu Zu."

"Nonsense, have you ever seen anyone carry a Pure Yang magic weapon around? Besides, it's a treasure from Zhenwu Mountain, do you think you can bring it down the mountain for me?"

Zhang Fan put down his luggage, walked to the table, took the wooden sword from Zhang Wuming, and brandished it in the air.

"This is a replica, a one-to-one molded reproduction of the merchandise."

"what!?"

"One-to-one demolding? Replica? Zhenwu Mountain is using pure Yang magic weapons to do this kind of business?" Zhang Wuming's expression was strange, feeling that such thinking was extremely unique and such behavior was extremely bold.

"Did you buy it?"

"It was a gift from the mountain when I attended the Transcendental Master's disciple-acceptance ceremony a while ago," Zhang Fan said softly.

"This is a special edition."

"..."

"Brilliant!"

Zhang Wuming pursed his lips, not knowing what to say. Looking back over the thousands of years of Taoism, this was probably the first time that a pure Yang magic weapon had been used to create a peripheral product.

"Take your time packing, we're leaving for Tongluo Mountain the day after tomorrow."

As he spoke, Zhang Wuming leaned back in his chair, took out his phone, placed it on the table, and started watching the live stream.

"Um!?"

Out of the corner of Zhang Fan's eye, he saw that the live stream was actually showing a group of Taoist priests having a meeting.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"The Dan Yuan Dharma Assembly," Zhang Wuming said casually.

"Huh?" Zhang Fan was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Isn't this about taking over territory?"

In his memory, the Danyuan Dharma Assembly was a competition for blessed land and incense offerings, concerning the inheritance of the Daoist tradition and the future of the sect.

Why do we need to have a meeting again?
"Shouldn't we hold meetings and exchanges behind closed doors first?" Zhang Wuming said calmly.

Throughout China's long history, "holding meetings" has always been an integral part of traditional culture.

Xiang Yu wanted to take down Liu Bang, so he invited him to a meeting at Hongmen.

Empress Lü wanted to kill Han Xin, so she summoned him to a meeting.

Dong Zhuo was summoned by Wang Yun to a drinking party and meeting, but he was killed instead.

Li Jiancheng was also killed by Li Er on his way to a meeting.

……

Since ancient times, the saying goes, "Bring a pen to a meeting but not a knife, and the King of Hell will be urging you to hand over your life."

"Therefore, the Dan Yuan Dharma Assembly is a meeting first, then the actual work begins," Zhang Wuming explained. "Once the meeting is over, the Dan Yuan Dharma Assembly is considered to have officially started."

"It's the day after tomorrow!"

What do you talk about in the meeting?

Zhang Fan, with a strange expression, walked over, picked up Zhang Wuming's phone, and started watching the "highlights" of the live stream on the screen...

This [Danyuan Dharma Assembly] aims to unite and guide the Xijiang Taoist community in studying and implementing the requirements for sectarian development in the new era, strengthen the conduct of the sect, cultivate talent for the continuation of the incense tradition, and promote…

At the meeting, Tong Miaoguan, honorary president of the Xijiang Provincial Taoist Association and head of the Sanqingshan sect, delivered an important speech.

"..."

“It won’t hurt to learn from it,” Zhang Wuming said with considerable ambition.

Zhang Fan pursed his lips and couldn't help but praise it. He then put down his phone and turned to continue packing his luggage.

It seems he'll never get into the system; he just wants to sleep whenever he sees a meeting.

"By the way, quite a few people have wanted to visit you these days," Zhang Wuming suddenly said.

"Visiting me?" Zhang Fan asked without looking up.

“You made a big splash at the Pure Land Temple; the name Zhao Jiexuan has already spread throughout the Xijiang Taoist community,” Zhang Wuming murmured.

"They are naturally curious about the emergence of such a young master in the Xijiang region."

"You should know that someone with your level of cultivation and skill cannot be trained by ordinary sects or aristocratic families."

"It's less that they're interested in me and more that they're interested in my background," Zhang Fan said solemnly.

"You could say that."

“I don’t have any connections,” Zhang Fan said, shaking his head.

“You can’t say that. All your skills and supernatural abilities come from the Zhang family. Although the Southern Zhang is gone, you are destined to be entangled with Longhu Mountain for the rest of your life,” Zhang Wuming said solemnly.

"Who are the people who want to see me?" Zhang Fan didn't want to waste time on this topic, so he suddenly changed the subject.

“Besides Sanqing Mountain, almost every prominent sect in Xijiang has sent word to us,” Zhang Wuming murmured.

"It doesn't matter whether you see these people or not, but Zhuang Yumin from Luyin Mountain came to ask about them twice in person."

"She wants to see you."

"Zhuang Yumin!?"

Zhang Fan had some impression of this woman; she possessed extraordinary cultivation, was exceptionally intelligent, and was also beautiful, and came from a prestigious sect.

Within the Xijiang region, the reputation of Luyin Mountain is no less than that of Sanqing Mountain, Gezao Mountain, or Magu Mountain.

That place is said to be where Lü Zu secluded himself and ascended to immortality, and the poet Li Bai climbed the mountain several times.

"She's a smart woman," Zhang Fan murmured.

“It doesn’t matter whether you meet the others or not, but you’d better meet Zhuang Yumin.” Zhang Wuming looked at Zhang Fan.

"why?"

"Historically, Luyin Mountain and Longhu Mountain have always had a good relationship. During the great calamity of the Daoist sect, the relationship between the two was the best," Zhang Wuming said solemnly.

"Just because of that?" Zhang Fan asked, puzzled.

Eighty years have passed, and Longhu Mountain no longer exists. Is that why I want to see it?
"of course not……"

"Didn't your dad tell you?" Zhang Wuming looked at Zhang Fan, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"What did you say?" Zhang Fan was taken aback. How could it be related to Zhang Lingzong?
“He has an old flame in Luyin Mountain!” Zhang Wuming said directly.

"What?"

Zhang Fan's hand, which was packing his luggage, stopped in mid-air. He turned to look at Zhang Wuming, his eyes wide open, and a strange expression instantly filled his face.

(End of this chapter)