Chapter 120: Daoist Gate Great Tribulation, Secret of Becoming an Immortal! Master Chu

Thirteen Zodiacs, with Human as the head.

Human Xiao is one of the most mysterious existences in the Wu Wei Gate, even appearing as a fog to the other twelve Zodiacs.

But when that name was spoken from the mouth of Yun Jianyue, or rather Bai Yujing, it deeply shocked Zhang Fan's heart.

"Human Xiao... Li Linglong?"

"Mom? This... how is this possible?" Zhang Fan's gaze trembled, simply unable to believe it.

"You didn't think you had such a background, did you?"

Yun Jianyue looked at Zhang Fan with a half-smile, the flickering firelight reflected in her beautiful eyes.

"Ten years ago, under Long Hu Mountain, that great tribulation caused you to enter the Great Night Not Bright, and many things have already been forgotten..."

"But you should know that your mother is Human Xiao."

"The Dharma jar sent by the Jiangnan Province Dao Alliance seals the Nascent Soul of Human Xiao."

Yun Jianyue's words were like a thunderclap in a clear sky, plucking Zhang Fan's nerves and causing his facial skin to twitch gently.

"My mom..."

"Daoist masters intercepted that Nascent Soul from her corpse and have kept it sealed until today..."

"Hehe... for many years, this has been the Taoist gate's greatest victory over the Non-Action Gate. How many secrets does the Human Xiao Nascent Soul hide? Once refined, it will be the greatest weapon for slaughtering the Non-Action Gate." Yun Jianyue's eyes seemed to see blood and rain.

"Ten years ago, what happened that night?"

Zhang Fan really wanted to know.

Since descending from Zhenwu Mountain and gradually walking into this world of Daoist cultivation, Zhang Fan's perception of the past had been completely overturned.

The world of the past was fake, his father was fake, his mother was fake, everything around him was fake, and even he himself was fake...

Even though he had retrieved the Fierce God and peered into the secrets of heaven through the Rooster, seeing a corner of ten years ago, he still seemed to be some distance from the truth.

"The origin of all this is the Taoist Gate Great Tribulation eighty years ago!" Yun Jianyue said in a deep voice.

"Daoist Gate Great Tribulation..." Zhang Fan frowned.

Now, he was no longer a novice entering the Daoist gate, and he was no stranger to the four words 【Daoist Gate Great Tribulation】.

"Eighty years ago, the masters of the world's Taoist gate gathered on Long Hu Mountain... that was the essence of an era..." Yun Jianyue murmured softly.

The Putian Dajiao is the highest Daoist ritual, and since the existence of the Daoist gate, it has only been held seventeen times. Living in this age and residing in the Daoist gate, who wouldn't want to participate in such a grand event?

One in ten thousand, those who could stand on Long Hu Mountain that year were the top of each sect and the elites of the future.

"The prayer meeting to invite the gods of heaven actually evolved into the Taoist Gate Great Tribulation... everyone who attended died on Long Hu Mountain..." Yun Jianyue said in a deep voice.

After that day, the masters of the world's Daoist gate withered, many Dharma lineages lost their incense from then on, and even the Long Hu Zhang family, known as the ancestral lineage of the Daoist sect, became extinct from then on.

"What happened at that time?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"No one knows." Yun Jianyue shook her head.

This is the greatest secret of the Daoist gate. Those who knew died on Long Hu Mountain, except for...

"Chu Chaoran!"

"He is the only survivor." Yun Jianyue said in a deep voice.

When Chu Chaoran attended the meeting, he was still a newcomer who had just emerged, young and brilliant. Only he walked out of Long Hu Mountain alive, clutching his master's severed hand, holding the jade tablet symbolizing the Zhenwu inheritance.

"There is a saying..."

"The Taoist Gate Great Tribulation hides the secret of becoming an immortal!" Yun Jianyue said in a deep voice.

"Therefore, Chu Chaoran's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds in the following twenty years, directly stepping into the Limitless Pure Yang Realm, and before the sixty-year cycle, he defeated the world's number one master, the Three-Corpse Daoist."

"Secret of becoming an immortal!?" Zhang Fan's gaze condensed slightly, lost in thought.

"Throughout the ages, how many seekers of immortality, and how many have achieved Pure Yang?" Yun Jianyue shook her head.

Throughout the ages, the Pure Yang Realm has belonged to legend, let alone those ethereal immortals. Whether they truly exist, even those who cultivate the Dao dare not speak rashly.

Especially in the present age of the end of the Dharma, cultivation is gradually fading, I'm afraid even Pure Yang will turn into something ethereal.

However, eighty years ago, that Dharma meeting was meant to invite the gods of heaven. Whether any gods descended to the human world is unknown, but tribulation is tribulation; under the great tribulation, there must be fortune...

"That great tribulation hides the secret of becoming an immortal. Chu Chaoran was the protagonist of that era. He glimpsed a bit, so he could achieve the Limitless Pure Yang Realm." Yun Jianyue's eyes flashed with a different kind of brilliance.

Before the sixty-year cycle, the Three-Corpse Daoist also once said that if the Wu Wei Gate wants to flourish, it must understand the mystery of the Daoist Gate Great Tribulation.

So for so many years, whether it is the various Daoist sects or the Wu Wei Gate, they have never forgotten that tribulation eighty years ago.

There have been masters who entered Long Hu Mountain, but they all ended in nothing, and no one could walk out alive, until...

"Ten years ago, someone reopened Long Hu Mountain and became the only person to walk out alive."

Speaking to this point, Yun Jianyue paused slightly and looked at Zhang Fan with deep meaning.

"You should also know that person."

"His name is Zhang Lingzong!" Yun Jianyue's gaze condensed like a line. Mentioning that name, her eyes even dodged slightly.

"Sure enough!" Zhang Fan sighed inwardly.

This was exactly the same as what he saw in the secrets of heaven peered into by the Rooster. Ten years ago, that night, his father indeed entered Long Hu Mountain and brought out a coffin, inside which was the young girl Jiang Lai.

"What kind of person is my father, after all?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"The world's most fierce, Divine Demon Holy Fetus..." Yun Jianyue said in a deep voice.

"The inner cinnabar method he practiced is one of the nine great legends, the Divine Demon Holy Fetus!"

"More than twenty years ago, Zhang Lingzong emerged, known as the Great Sect Spirit King... He was almost the protagonist of that era, and even the Bai He Temple viewed him as a great taboo."

Speaking to this point, Yun Jianyue couldn't help but look at Zhang Fan.

"You also practiced the Divine Demon Holy Fetus, so you should know how dangerous this method is."

Zhang Fan heard this and remained silent.

Practicing the Divine Demon Holy Fetus, one must enter the Great Night Not Bright. Ten years ago, it was because he entered this tribulation that he forgot the past, and finally, if it weren't for the Split Spirit Great Method, dividing his Nascent Soul into three, perhaps he wouldn't have had the chance to re-cultivate, and wouldn't be like today, retrieving the Fierce God and gradually recovering his strength.

"You haven't escaped the tribulation yet, but your father has already entered the Great Tribulation four times!"

"Four times!?" Zhang Fan's eyes widened, revealing an incredible expression.

Even though he had long known that his father, who had been working on construction sites for years and supporting his university education by selling hard labor, was not an ordinary person, even though he had long known that his father, who often suffered from insomnia and looked ordinary, might be practicing the legendary Divine Demon Holy Fetus...

But when he heard from the Si Snake that his silent father had actually entered the Great Night Not Bright four times, Zhang Fan's mindset still couldn't hold up for a while.

You must know that he only entered once, and it was a narrow escape, and he still hasn't truly escaped the tribulation.

Precisely because of this, Zhang Fan knew how dangerous it was to practice this method.

"Four times? Is that still human?" Zhang Fan opened his mouth and couldn't help but say.

"You are truly a filial son." Yun Jianyue looked at Zhang Fan with a mocking smile.

"If your father didn't have such strength, how could he have dominated for a time more than twenty years ago, like a strong dragon crossing the river, causing the world's Daoist gate to look sideways..."

"If he didn't have that kind of strength, how could he have attracted the favor of the dignified Human Owl?" Yun Jianyue sighed.

Divine Demon Holy Fetus, the Nascent Soul is unimaginably powerful. Such a person, no matter what sect or faction's Daoist method, can be handled with ease and learned at a glance.

Precisely because of this, the Zhang Lingzong of that year was known as gathering the strengths of a hundred schools, becoming the King of All Spirit Sect Methods, domineering and extraordinary, and unimaginably powerful.

"At that age, there were few people in the world who could suppress him." Yun Jianyue said in a deep voice.

"Ten years ago that night, your family of three were all under Long Hu Mountain..."

"Your father became the only person to open the Dragon Tiger Mountain gate and walk out alive since the Daoist Gate Great Tribulation." Yun Jianyue's voice became low.

Zhang Fan heard this and remained silent.

Thinking about it now, perhaps his entering Zhenwu Mountain and inheriting the jade tablet was not a coincidence.

Because the Zhenwu jade tablet is related to the Daoist Gate Great Tribulation.

Their family is also related to the Daoist Gate Great Tribulation, especially ten years ago, the thing Zhang Lingzong brought out after entering Long Hu Mountain, others didn't know, but Zhang Fan saw it...

That was Jiang Lai!

"Secret of becoming an immortal... how many people's longing, how many people's dream..." Yun Jianyue said in a deep voice.

"Masters from all sects of the world's Daoist gate swarmed in, and even the Bai He Temple sent people..."

The Bai He Temple has a pivotal position in the world's Daoist gate, located in Shangjing, as if holding the bull's ear of the world's Daoist gate.

"Zhang Fan, didn't you also fight with that successor of the White Crane Temple?" Yun Jianyue smiled meaningfully.

"Li Changgeng!"

As early as when he retrieved the Fierce God, Zhang Fan had already recalled this part of his memory.

At the same age, yet able to be on par with him, the world ten years ago, I'm afraid, only had Li Changgeng of the Bai He Temple. "I heard that this successor of the Bai He Temple is no small matter. He also practiced one of the nine great legends..."

"Heaven and Earth Seizing Fortune!"

Speaking to this point, Yun Jianyue revealed a playful smile: "He was much more powerful than you are now."

"You went off-topic." Zhang Fan said lightly.

"Since your father walked out of Dragon Tiger Mountain alive, he naturally attracted the covetousness of the world's Daoist masters, and a great battle was inevitable." Yun Jianyue turned and looked at the flickering firelight, as if seeing the scene of that night.

"Although his supernatural powers were strong, it was difficult to resist the crowd..."

"Your mother died in that great battle, died at the hands of Daoist masters."

Speaking to this point, Yun Jianyue looked at Zhang Fan, her eyes filled with mockery.

"Truly a good son, they killed your mother, yet you still stood on their side, and even helped send her remaining Nascent Soul?"

"Why should I believe you?" Zhang Fan's expression sank suddenly.

"I have no need to risk exposure to lie to you." Yun Jianyue said lightly.

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"You only need to uncover the seal of the Dharma jar and release the Nascent Soul suppressed inside, and you will know everything, and what's more..."

Speaking to this point, Yun Jianyue paused slightly, and a grim look appeared in her beautiful eyes.

"The Bai He Temple has decided to reopen Long Hu Mountain..."

"On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month next year, the world's Daoist masters will gather on Long Hu Mountain. If the news that you and your father are not dead spreads, look at how those Daoist masters will react?"

A mocking smile appeared on Yun Jianyue's pretty face.

"Ninth day of the ninth lunar month, reopening Long Hu..." Zhang Fan's expression was solemn.

"Zhang Fan, with your current power, it is not enough to face such a situation... only by standing on our side is your only choice..."

"I can help you release your mother..."

"She is Human Xiao, after all. Even if there is only a remaining Nascent Soul, that is also lawless..."

Yun Jianyue's words were filled with deep temptation. Before the words fell, there was a "bang" sound, the door behind her opened, and sunlight shone in, illuminating the dim room.

"No need to rush to answer, you can think about what I said carefully."

"Daoist people are the ones who are hypocritical... among them, there are good people, and of course there are bad people, but in the face of becoming an immortal, where is there good or evil?"

As she spoke, Yun Jianyue blew out the fire candle in her hand, brushed past Zhang Fan, and walked out of the house.

Zhang Fan was full of thoughts and didn't even know how he walked back to his room.

"Why were you gone for so long?" Jiang Hu was packing his luggage and asked casually.

"Hulu, have you ever been to Long Hu Mountain?" Zhang Fan lay on the bed and murmured softly.

"Never been... heard that since the great tribulation eighty years ago, Long Hu Mountain has been closed." Jiang Hu said casually.

The currently open scenic area is only a part of Long Hu Mountain, the true Dharma lineage incense has long been cut off, and there are explicit regulations above that one cannot enter or exit at will.

"However, I heard that on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month next year, Long Hu Mountain will reopen. That is a grand Daoist event. Didn't the boss say we were all going for team building?" Jiang Hu said in a deep voice.

Zhang Fan lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, silent, the words of the Si Snake echoing in his mind.

In the evening, the Xuanmiao Temple, a well-known scenic spot in Gusu City, was no longer as lively as it was during the day.

Zhang Fan walked out of the room alone, taking a walk in the empty and deserted temple.

At this time, his heart was surging, no less than the day he broke up.

Clatter...

Just at this moment, the sound of splashing water attracted Zhang Fan's attention.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw under the dim light, an old man shirtless, drawing water beside a well.

Although the old man was thin, his body was extremely sturdy, and his full head of white hair did not hide his spirited spirit.

"Young man, come help me."

Just at this moment, the old man seemed to notice Zhang Fan and hurriedly waved his hand.

Zhang Fan stepped forward and pulled out the bucket that was about to reach the wellhead, which was filled with cold and clear well water.

"Grandpa, are you also a person from the Xuanmiao Temple? Drawing water so late?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"This is not ordinary water, it is to be used for forming connections tomorrow." The old man wiped his sweat, sat down beside him, and hammered his waist.

"Young man, come hammer me twice."

"..."

Zhang Fan was speechless for a moment, but seeing the other party was old, he still walked over.

"What kind of well water is this? Can it also form connections?"

"Haven't heard of the Long-Life Well of the Xuanmiao Temple?" The old man couldn't help but say.

This is one of the famous scenic spots of the Xuanmiao Temple.

It is said that during the Eastern Jin Dynasty, this was still a barren mountain, and there was a village nearby. In the village, there was an old man who lived to be over 130 years old, his body was still healthy, and there were no signs of decay at all.

Someone asked him the secret of longevity, but the old man didn't speak.

Later, one day, at a banquet, the old man drank two more cups, and the drunkenness surged. At that time, someone asked him how he could live so long.

The old man was quick-tongued and told his secret.

When he was young, he once saved a wandering Daoist. That Daoist received great kindness from him, so he told him that his deadline was in the forty-third year.

At that time, he was still young and didn't take it seriously. The Daoist saw that he didn't believe it, so he didn't say much, left a brocade bag, and left.

Who knew, in the forty-third year, the old man became seriously ill. At this time, he remembered the Daoist's words, found the brocade bag, and opened it.

The brocade bag said that there was an ancient well hidden in the Western Mountain. As long as you find it and hide in it on the fifteenth of every month, you can live forever.

Later, the old man entered the Western Mountain and indeed found that ancient well. He hid under it for a night, and after two days, his illness was cured. From then on, he would stay in the Western Mountain for a few days on the fifteenth of every month.

Everyone heard this and was very surprised, but felt it was too mysterious and didn't believe it.

But a young man at the banquet had ideas. He went to the Western Mountain and indeed found that ancient well. At that time, he took water from the ancient well to drink.

Who knew, as soon as the water left the well, he heard a rumbling sound below, like a wild beast roaring, followed by wind, sand, and stones. By the time the young man came to look, the ancient well was nowhere to be found, and not long after, the old man died.

Later, some people said that the ancient well was named the Nether Well, leading directly to the underworld. Hiding in it can avoid the investigation of ghost messengers, but the water inside can only be used to wipe the body, not to drink. Once drunk, that well will hide.

"Ah? Is this that well?"

Zhang Fan listened to the old man's story and couldn't help but look at the well, revealing an unusual expression.

"Wait a moment, bottle these well waters, the connection price is fifteen yuan." The old man said casually.

"Young man, do you want to take two bottles back?"

"..."

"What kind of look is that? Isn't everything sold now just stories?" The old man rolled his eyes: "Besides, what I told is not a story."

"Then what is it?"

"Legend!"

"..."

"Grandpa... that... it's getting late, better rest early."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan stood up, greeted him, and turned to walk toward the small building where he lived.

"Young people nowadays... fifteen yuan is still too expensive, too outrageous!!"

The old man watched Zhang Fan's retreating back, picked up the ladle beside him, scooped up a ladle of water from the wooden bucket, took a sip, tasted it like old wine, and smacked his lips.

"Master, why are you here?"

Just at this moment, a middle-aged Daoist priest walked over, his brows dignified. It was none other than Zhong Changming who had received Zhang Fan and the others during the day.

"Little Changming... what is it!?" The old man said lightly.

"Your phone call."

Zhong Changming held the phone, walked respectfully to the old man, and handed it over.

"It's so late, whose call is it?" The old man took the phone and asked casually.

"Master Chu of Zhenwu Mountain."

Zhong Changming lowered his voice, his words filled with awe that could not be concealed.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 121 =====