Chapter 11: Tomb of the Living Dead, Zhenwu Successor

Two days ago, when Pojie first saw Zhang Fan, he found his breath chaotic, his thoughts flying, his heart like chaotic catkins flying, just like most people in the secular world, with too much pressure and deep in suffering.

It had only been two days, and he was actually able to subdue the heart ape, tie the intention horse, suppress the consciousness spirit, glimpse the primordial spirit, and even experience the dragon and snake change, having the cultivation of the 【Qi Worker】 rank.

"How is this possible?" Pojie's expression was shocked, looking at Zhang Fan up and down, unable to help but ask: "Lay practitioner, who is your master?"

"Master? I don't have a master... just practiced blindly by checking information online, and was scammed for more than eight hundred yuan..." Zhang Fan muttered, but in his mind, Jiang Lai's figure appeared.

Strictly speaking, he really didn't have a master's guidance, but because of Jiang Lai, he swallowed part of the big snake's moonlight essence, which saved a lot of effort.

"Self-taught!?" Pojie's face was even more suspicious, and his emotions became intense.

"Senior Brother's consciousness spirit is restless."

Beside him, Wu You and Wu Wei felt the change in Pojie's expression and looked at each other.

"Only two days, he actually crossed the initial movement directly and proved the Qi Worker rank? How is this possible?" Pojie stared at Zhang Fan with wide eyes.

He had heard from his elders in the sect that Embrace the One as the style of the world, if one can embrace the One and seek within, one can obtain the natural Dao.

The Buddhist sect says that the nature is sufficient, and the Confucian sect says that my nature is sufficient, not seeking from the outside.

Some people look at themselves, close the door and build a car, and can also make rapid progress.

In the Ming Dynasty, there was a great Confucian who attained enlightenment in Longchang, became a saint in one step, and entered the Pure Yang Limitless Realm overnight, becoming famous for hundreds of years.

In Pojie's eyes, if Zhang Fan was really self-taught, although he couldn't compare with that great Confucian, he was also a natural talent for Daoist cultivation.

"Lay practitioner, Zhenwu Mountain has a big event tonight, you shouldn't be here. I'll have someone send you out first."

Pojie steadied his mind and spoke.

Tonight is the Jade Tablet Transmission ritual. He knew what was important.

"Someone wants to kill me..." Zhang Fan hurriedly opened his mouth and told the encounter just now.

"Insects? Could it be the Gan family of Diannan?" Pojie thought thoughtfully, then said: "Wu You, Wu Wei, you take people out to see..."

"But he..." The chubby Daoist priest Wu Wei couldn't help but look at Zhang Fan.

"It doesn't matter, he is not a mortal, so there is no need to be too nervous." Pojie waved his hand.

Tonight's Jade Tablet Transmission is no small matter, just because the Ancestor left a verse: Zhenwu transmits the Dao for seventy-three, responding to tribulations for mortals, later generations participate.

Zhenwu Mountain has been passed down for seventy-three generations just today. The elders in the sect guessed that the Zhenwu lineage would be cut off because of a mortal.

Therefore, Zhenwu Mountain is extremely vigilant about mortals entering the mountain.

"That's true." Wu You and Wu Wei looked at each other and felt relieved.

Not afraid of your cultivation, just afraid that you are a mortal.

"We'll go."

As he spoke, the fat and thin Daoist priests hurried to the front courtyard.

"Follow me."

Pojie looked at Zhang Fan deeply and took him to the side hall.

Clang... clang... clang... Just at this moment, an ancient and melodious bell sound came from the main hall of 【Qingwei Palace】. Wisps of incense smoke rose, and firelight flickered, illuminating one side.

"Is there still a Dharma ritual so late?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

Pojie walked in front, but didn't answer.

"Hmm!?"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan raised his brows and saw figures sitting in the corner of the palace. Under the dim light, those people were wrapped in thick stone shells, as if dust had accumulated over time. The muscles on their faces had long since withered, moisture had been lost, and their skin had withered like paper shells... looking from afar, they were like strips of wind-dried bacon.

"Po... Pojie Daoist... what is that?" Zhang Fan looked, only feeling his hair stand on end. He subconsciously quickened his pace and couldn't help but ask.

"Living dead."

"Living dead?" Zhang Fan was puzzled.

"Those who practice longevity are trapped by the consciousness spirit for a lifetime, unless they reach the Pure Yang Limitless Realm, refine all the yin dregs in the spirit, and truly achieve one thought returning to truth, no matter when or where, no thoughts arise... otherwise, even if you are sleeping, thoughts will fly, you will dream, you will think wildly..." Pojie Daoist said lightly.

Zhang Fan thought thoughtfully. Whether it is the Daoist sect, the Buddhist sect, or even the Confucian sect, they all emphasize entering stillness and guarding stillness. Only when one is empty to the extreme and not a single thought arises can one be considered the beginning of true cultivation.

However, as long as one is a person, one will be controlled by the consciousness spirit, trapped by the seven emotions, floating in the six desires, even if it is the 【Celestial Master】 rank, one will have emotions because of things, will be angry, will be sad, will be persistent...

"Only dead people can truly cut off all thoughts... but if they are dead, what is there to practice for immortality, what is there to practice for the Dao?" Pojie Daoist said in a low voice.

"Those are the predecessors of Zhenwu Mountain... the living dead are a very special method of cultivation in the Daoist sect, neither born nor dead, cutting off all thoughts. If one can die and be reborn, one can go a step further and glimpse that Pure Yang Limitless Realm."

In fact, there is a similar method of cultivation in the Buddhist sect, called withered Zen, one withered and one prosperous, and one gets the wonderful principle.

"Have you read martial arts novels? Wang Chongyang was invincible under heaven. He had a tomb under Zhongnan Mountain, called the Tomb of the Living Dead..."

"Wang Chongyang was an alchemy master..."

"The three words 'living dead' exhaust the mysteries of Daoist cultivation. If one can be born and enter death, one thought returns to truth... the Dao is achieved..."

Speaking of this, Pojie couldn't help but sigh: "It's a pity that since ancient times, those who have succeeded in cultivation according to this method are no more than the number of two hands."

"The success rate is so low? Then they still..." Zhang Fan didn't finish his words. In his view, this was no different from suicide.

"The road of cultivation is long, people of our generation should have the ambition of moths to the flame, heart toward the light, body dead without regret, only then..."

"All heavens are vast, our Dao is flourishing."

As he spoke, Pojie stopped and bowed to those predecessors who were like wind-dried bacon, his eyes filled with reverence.

"Moths to the flame... is this cultivation?" Zhang Fan muttered softly, thinking thoughtfully.

Refining longevity, refining longevity, how many people have sought immortality since ancient times, and how many have attained longevity!?

"Heavenly spirit, earthly spirit, lose five pounds, manifest spirit, manifest spirit..."

Just at this moment, a crisp and pleasant voice came from a tall building in the distance.

"Senior Sister Weisheng, even if you are 【High Merit】, you cannot mess with secret spells. The Ancestor will be angry."

At the same time, a helpless voice followed.

"She is here again."

Pojie looked in the direction of the sound and couldn't help but rub his temples, as if his head was splitting.

"Senior Brother Pojie, today is my big day, why did you bring a... person in?"

Just at this moment, a wild wind howled. Zhang Fan's eyes condensed slightly, and he heard the crisp and pleasant voice actually coming from behind him.

He subconsciously looked up at the tall building in the distance, then turned around, and saw a beautiful young girl actually standing on the railing behind him, looking down, looking at himself...

The young girl had apricot eyes and clear pupils, her posture was tall and graceful, her shoulder-length hair was tied in a ponytail, and a Daoist robe fluttered in the wind, quite heroic.

"Dragon and snake change... also gathered moonlight essence..."

The young girl smiled, her bright eyes flashing with cunning luster, looking like a fox. She leaned down, leaned in front of Zhang Fan, her nose moved slightly, and a sentence made Zhang Fan's face change.

"Moonlight essence?"

Pojie thought thoughtfully, looked at Zhang Fan deeply, and then said: "Junior Sister, tonight is the Jade Tablet Transmission, at this time you should be in Zhenwu Hall..."

As he spoke, Pojie looked at Zhang Fan and introduced him casually.

"Her name is..."

"Xia Weisheng!"

This young girl, known as Senior Sister, stood with her hands on her hips, heroic and spirited, standing horizontally on the railing, whispering in a low voice.

Pojie paused slightly before adding.

"She is the successor of this generation of our Zhenwu Mountain."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 12 =====