Chapter 104: Dao Heart Rises, Demon Phase is Born

"Jin Maori!?"

Zhang Fan chewed on this name and couldn't help but say: "Grandpa Jin, your name is quite special."

"Grandpa's master gave it."

"Master!? Selling fruit also has a master?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

"Grandpa wasn't born to sell fruit..." Jin Maori smiled: "When Grandpa was young, I ran around the Jiang Hu to make a living, running around everywhere to beg for a living."

"Not easy." Zhang Fan said in a low voice: "Grandpa, what about your relatives and friends?"

"Relatives and friends..." The movement in Jin Maori's hand paused slightly, then he smiled mockingly: "Grandpa is used to being alone..."

"Many years ago, there was a brother..." It's a pity...

"Life north and south has many diverging roads..."

"He is also gone."

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat heavy. Jin Maori picked oranges for Zhang Fan, weighed them, exactly two jin.

"Twelve yuan and six jiao, the fraction is wiped out, thirteen yuan."

"Alright... ah?"

"Twelve yuan!" Jin Maori smiled and handed the oranges over.

"Young man, do you have a girlfriend? Do you want to buy some durian for your girlfriend? Just arrived, sweet and sticky." Jin Maori grinned.

Zhang Fan had just scanned the code and paid.

"Send durian?"

"Send to girlfriend, durian is the best, stay with you for a lifetime, love you for a lifetime." Jin Maori grinned.

"Grandpa also plays homophonic puns!?" Zhang Fan glanced at the price and smiled awkwardly.

"Wait until I find a girlfriend, then I'll come to buy."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan hurriedly greeted him and turned to leave.

Jin Maori picked fruit on his own, slowly straightened his body, looked at Zhang Fan's retreating back, but his turbid eyes narrowed slightly.

"Life north and south has many diverging roads... life north and south has many diverging roads... Senior Brother, your death anniversary is also coming soon."

The old voice fell slowly, those inaudible words seemingly spoken to himself.

Night Without Light.

Zhang Fan just entered the company, walked to Jiang Lai's desk, picked the biggest orange, and placed it in front of her.

"Taste it."

"The Ghost Festival is coming soon, don't run around."

Jiang Lai hugged the orange, didn't peel it, just said lightly, seemingly she was always worried about Zhang Fan running around.

"Ghost Festival? Do we Daoists still avoid this?"

"Dao heart rises, demon phase is born... you said it yourself." Jiang Lai looked up, a pair of bright eyes seemingly hiding light, staring straight at Zhang Fan.

Dao heart rises, demon phase is born.

Ordinary people, as long as they have a heart to cultivate the Dao, heaven will give birth to all kinds of demon phases to test them.

Because of this, whether it is shallow Daoist practice or great supernatural powers, one must embrace awe, face the tribulation at all times, see the demon tribulation in a moment, if there is no such heart, one will enter life and death in a flash.

"You haven't been complete yet and you are wagging your tail." Jiang Lai hugged the orange and pointed behind Zhang Fan.

"..."

Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything, but heard the subtext from Jiang Lai's words.

Ten years ago, that night, he entered the Great Night Without Light, responded to the tribulation with the Soul-Splitting method, and finally a young girl made a move to help him respond to the tribulation, splitting his soul-aspect into three.

That young girl was Jiang Lai.

Mount Zhenwu was not the first time Zhang Fan and Jiang Lai met; their fate had been tied ten years ago.

Because of this, Zhang Fan was even more curious. He asked Jiang Lai several times about the details, but the latter remained silent.

"Wait until I find the 【Evil God】, I will be complete." Zhang Fan said in a low voice.

"You might be eaten." Jiang Lai said in a low voice.

"You are really rare to treat guests."

Just at this moment, Jiang Hu, like a wandering soul, rushed out from the side and took the oranges Zhang Fan was carrying.

"Where did you buy them? Dry and shriveled? Neither taste nor feel." Jiang Hu picked up an orange, curled his lips, and leaned in front of Zhang Fan.

"Too stingy."

"Sister Wen, birthday tomorrow, have to buy a gift later." Zhang Fan's limited funds had long been planned.

The rules of Night Without Light, no matter whose birthday it is, they must have a meal together, and the boss pays the bill.

"Forget it, Sister Wen never celebrates her birthday." Jiang Hu put down the orange and said casually.

"Why?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

"Don't know." Jiang Hu shook his head.

"I've arranged everything in the company today, contact me by phone if anything happens."

Just at this moment, Little Wen He walked out of the boss's office, smiling and greeting everyone.

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan was stunned. She just came to work and left. Usually, Little Wen He was the most responsible and serious in the company. She was always the last one to leave the company, and he had never seen her ask for leave.

"Fanfan, the boss called you in." Little Wen He said softly.

"Oh... okay..."

Zhang Fan stood up, left his workstation, and seeing Little Wen He had already walked out of the company, he muttered and knocked on the boss's office door.

"Come in."

Bai Bairan leaned on the boss's chair, crossed his legs, and looked at the recent 【Two-Dimensional】 magazine. The cover was a little girl.

"Boss, you called me?"

"Sit." Bai Bairan said casually.

"Something up?"

"These two days... someone from Mount Zhenwu might come." Bai Bairan put down the 【Two-Dimensional】 magazine in his hand.

"Someone from Mount Zhenwu? What for?" Zhang Fan's brows lifted.

"Recently, the Wu Wei Sect has been extremely active in Jiangnan Province. The Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance borrowed a batch of experts from Jiangbei Province. Mount Zhenwu, as the face of Jiangbei Province, naturally has to contribute." Bai Bairan said lightly.

To tell the truth, he didn't want to deal with the Daoists of Mount Zhenwu by instinct.

"Who is coming?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

Actually, he was asking more than necessary. He only knew Xia Weisheng and Pojie among the Daoists under Mount Zhenwu. These two had extraordinary status in Mount Zhenwu, and logically speaking, they wouldn't be sent out of the mountain.

"Xia Weisheng and Pojie!"

Bai Bairan looked at Zhang Fan with deep meaning: "They might come to see you."

"See me..." Zhang Fan curled his lips, but didn't say anything. Who let him abduct the token of the mountain gate inheritance!

"I understand."

"Don't worry too much, I'm just telling you, so you can be prepared." Bai Bairan said nonchalantly.

"You can go out if there's nothing else."

"Boss..." Zhang Fan didn't get up, suddenly spoke.

"Something?"

"Did Sister Wen encounter something? I feel she has been a bit wrong these two days."

Since joining Night Without Light, Little Wen He had taken the best care of him, like a big sister next door, gentle and kind to others. Zhang Fan had never even seen Little Wen He raise her voice. He doubted whether Little Wen He knew how to get angry.

"Tomorrow is her birthday." Bai Bairan paused slightly.

"Hmm, I heard Jiang Hu say..."

"You know Little Wen He is a disciple of the God-Demon Gate, right." Bai Bairan changed the subject.

The founder of the God-Demon Gate came from Mount Long Hu, was later expelled from the mountain gate, and by chance, mistakenly entered an old Daoist temple in the mountains, peeking at the great secret in the gate, and found a treasure under the Daoist temple.

"Some say that the box hides the Dharma robe that the Big Dipper Star Lord had stolen and left in the human world."

Bai Bairan said in a low voice: "With this kind of good fortune, the founder of the God-Demon Gate observed celestial phenomena and realized the Dao, leaving behind a very important lineage in the Star-Star Fighting Art..."

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"Born stars, reflecting human misfortune, evil ones are demons, auspicious ones are gods."

"The God-Demon lineage, opened from then on."

"I know all this." Zhang Fan interrupted.

"But you don't know, the God-Demon Gate has always been a single lineage, and each generation has only one disciple." Bai Bairan said.

"Why?" Zhang Fan was puzzled.

Among the Daoist gates, no matter what sect, they all seek the protection of the ancestors, flourish incense, and disciples are all over the world.

The God-Demon Gate is a bit strange, a single lineage, each generation actually has only one disciple? Not afraid of breaking the incense.

"First, because the God-Demon Art has extremely high requirements for physical talent, and those who adapt are rare. Second, once this method is completed, peeking at the secrets of heaven, mediating good and evil, can interfere with the life and death of mortals, so it cannot be easily transmitted..."

"Of course, the most important point is because the founder of the God-Demon Gate left a sentence."

"What sentence?" Zhang Fan pursued.

"Two lineages transmitted create killing karma, dragon and tiger fight to live in death." Bai Bairan said in a low voice.

"What does it mean!?"

"If one lineage is transmitted to two, it will inevitably create boundless killing karma, and these two people will also fight endlessly, life after life, only death will stop." Bai Bairan said in a condensed voice.

"Then the God-Demon Gate..."

"Since its creation, the God-Demon Gate has been a single lineage, until eighty years ago... a change occurred."

"Eighty years ago!?" Zhang Fan realized.

Eighty years ago, a big event happened in the Daoist gate, which was the Great Pudu Ritual, the Daoist gate tribulation.

Originally a ritual to pray to the gods of heaven, it became a tribulation for the Daoist gate of the world. The experts who attended the ritual were almost all folded there, and many Dharma lineages were cut off from then on.

For example, the Northern Emperor Sect, known as the number one killing and cutting method of the Daoist gate.

Since then, the experts of the Daoist gate have withered, and even Mount Long Hu has closed its mountain gate, with no incense rising again.

This mystery has not been explained to this day.

It is rumored that among the Daoist experts who entered the Great Ritual Altar, only one person walked out alive, and that was Chu Chaoran of Mount Zhenwu, who was still young at the time.

"That year, 【Qin Youtian】 of the God-Demon Gate also attended the ritual, but he only stayed outside the mountain gate and did not enter the Great Ritual Altar, so he survived." Bai Bairan said in a low voice.

"Although he survived, he was also running out of time. He hid his tracks all the way and hid in a fishing village..."

"At that time, Qin Youtian was already exhausted. In order to prevent the Dharma lineage from being lost, he wanted to find a disciple nearby to pass on the Dharma..."

Speaking of this, Bai Bairan couldn't help but sigh: "But at that time, his deadline was approaching, where could he find good talent, even if he found one, in a short time, to pass on the God-Demon Gate's Buddhist teachings?"

"So, he thought of a way, found two children with the best qualifications in the fishing village, and divided the God-Demon Gate's Daoist arts into two parts, letting the two practice one each, so that..."

"The God-Demon Dharma could be passed on completely."

"One Dharma transmitted to two lineages!?" Zhang Fan whispered.

"In the last month, Qin Youtian passed on the God-Demon Gate's Daoist arts to the two, and then passed away, but he didn't know that his dying act buried boundless disaster."

"The founder of the God-Demon Gate's words came true?" Zhang Fan guessed.

"The two disciples Qin Youtian accepted in his dying days had different temperaments. The senior brother was steady and loyal, while the junior brother was agile and jumpy..."

"When passing on the Dharma, the junior brother felt that what the two learned was different. After Qin Youtian passed away, he came to the senior brother to verify, and sure enough, they were very different..."

"He was intelligent and knew that the two combined were the complete God-Demon Daoist arts, so he instigated the senior brother to teach each other what they had learned... but this junior brother secretly left a hand." Bai Bairan said in a low voice.

"Just like this, the two became the last successors of the God-Demon Gate, walking out of the fishing village..."

"At that time, the world was in chaos. Facing this troubled world, the two naturally wanted to do something, but just because their temperaments were different, they gradually had differences and gaps, and from then on, they embarked on different paths..."

"Life north and south has many diverging roads." Zhang Fan realized, suddenly remembering the words Jin Grandpa muttered.

"Their grievances, outsiders are hard to know. The founder of the God-Demon Gate's words came true. The two went from brotherly friendship to endless death, and the most critical thing was that the junior brother later knew that Qin Youtian had long seen the drawbacks of his temperament, so before he died, he passed the God-Demon Gate's treasure to the senior brother."

"And made him take a heavy oath never to reveal this to anyone."

"Treasure of the sect!?" Zhang Fan's heart moved, and he couldn't help but ask.

"God-Demon Fighting Robe!!" Bai Bairan lowered his voice and understood.

"It is rumored that this is the treasure that the founder of the God-Demon Gate found in the Daoist temple in the mountains, the treasure left in the human world by the Big Dipper Star Lord."

Bai Bairan's words covered the God-Demon Gate in a layer of mystery.

"These two were originally new hatreds and old grievances, and now that it concerns the incense and mantle of the sect, it is even more endless." Bai Bairan said in a low voice.

After the junior brother entered the mortal world, his mind became more sharp and ruthless, and his actions were unbridled.

In order to seize the 【God-Demon Fighting Robe】 and become the only incense of the God-Demon Gate, he had been desperately searching for the senior brother's tracks. However, the senior brother also had means, plus he had the 【God-Demon Fighting Robe】, so he hid his name and hid for more than sixty years.

Until ten years ago, he sensed that his deadline was approaching, so he wanted to find a disciple to pass on the God-Demon lineage.

"That senior brother observed the celestial phenomena, looked for stars, and between twists and turns, came to a small city in the south, looking for the successor he wanted to find."

"Could it be..." Zhang Fan's heart moved, seemingly guessing something.

"He found a pair of sisters and brothers..." Bai Bairan sighed softly.

"The sister was three years older than the brother. At that time, he saw that the sister's talent was even above the brother's. Unfortunately, the sister had the Seven Killings entering her fate and was born in the Ghost Month. If she practiced the God-Demon Daoist arts, she would fear creating boundless killing karma in the future."

"So, he chose the brother as the successor?" Zhang Fan understood.

"Correct."

"He stayed in that small city, strictly following the founder's legacy, a single lineage, chose the brother, and passed on his Taoist arts." Bai Bairan whispered.

"However... Heaven loves to play with the fate of mortals the most. Every time that senior brother passed on the Dharma, the sister always liked to listen intentionally or unintentionally for a while..."

"The Dharma is not passed to six ears, the work does not fall outside the altar... no matter how high your talent is, the God-Demon Gate's Daoist arts cannot be learned by listening to three or two sentences... so, the senior brother didn't care."

"But... the brother saw the sister's liking, so on her fifteenth birthday, he gave her a big gift."

"What big gift?"

"He secretly passed the God-Demon Gate's Taoist arts to her." Bai Bairan's eyes flashed with cold light.

"From then on, the root of the great disaster was buried."

"One Dharma transmitted to two lineages!?" Zhang Fan's face changed slightly.

"Perhaps, you also guessed it."

"That brother was named Wen Qin, and his sister was Little Wen He."

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