Chapter 187: Daoist Priest in the Marvelous View

Red fire and separation reflect the night sky, just like a red lamp shining on the edge of the Milky Way.

In the vast wilderness, Zhang Fan was like a bright lamp in the dark night, true fire surging, breaking through the gloomy darkness, covering a radius of a thousand meters, startling a hundred ghosts to cry at night, pressing the night wind to tremble.

"A master... Bai Yujing City is worthy of being the capital of Jiangnan Province, full of talents, crouching tigers and hidden dragons."

Just at this moment, on a small mound in the distance, two pairs of eyes were watching the direction where Zhang Fan and the others were.

In the hazy night, a man wore a windbreaker, wrapping his tall figure. A pair of eyes were like an owl's eyes, shining with a different brilliance in the dark night. Yuan Shen observed, and the firelight shooting into the sky was reflected in the depths of his pupils.

Behind the man followed a woman, her figure tall, her appearance not outstanding, but her temperament was very special, just like a ray of light in the wind.

"And compared to you?"

The woman walked over, stood side by side with the man, looked at the direction where Zhang Fan and the others were, and couldn't help but ask.

"The Palace Master said, people, once they have a heart of comparison, they are far from the Dao."

The Dao has no distinction of high or low, no distinction of good or evil, no distinction of strength or weakness...

"Cultivating the Dao is always for longevity; only the foolish come for fighting."

Fang Changying whispered in a low voice, slowly withdrawing his gaze, looking at the Luohuang Mountain hidden in the vast night.

"Your spirit is big; no wonder the Palace Master values you so much. Even that madman Zhao Zhao Jiexuan has to retreat three feet when he sees you."

Jiang Li's mouth curled slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on her beautiful face.

Mentioning that name, Fang Changying's gaze became even more restrained.

"Zhao Zhao Jiexuan... this person hides very deeply, always thinking about entering the 【Yuan Palace】. He has problems." Fang Changying said blandly.

"Three Palaces Seizing Uncle Xuan Illuminating Fate... It is rumored that the founding ancestor left all the secrets of 【Three Corpses Illuminating Fate】 there, among which the Yuan Palace is the most mysterious..." Jiang Li said in a low voice.

Yuan Palace, corresponding to the Niwan of the human body, was the place where the Yuan Shen resided, naturally mysterious and extraordinary.

People of the Wu Wei Sect cannot enter or leave the Yuan Palace at will. Only when the successive Human Signs inherit the great throne can they enter the palace to pay respects and see the Master of the Yuan Palace.

"He wants to enter the Yuan Palace, it's simply a daydream."

Fang Changying shook his head, not having half a worry.

People of the Wu Wei Sect cannot easily find the legendary ancestral Daoist temple, let alone pay respects to the brilliant Yuan Palace.

At this moment, his gaze condensed into a line, just staring at that vast Luohuang Mountain, silent.

"Haven't you decided whether to enter the mountain yet?" Jiang Li couldn't help but ask.

Heaven has black and white, earth has yin and yang. Every place has a place of extreme yin, which is the hotbed of strange powers and chaotic spirits, the paradise of mountain spirits and great demons.

Bai Yujing City is the head of the water dragon under heaven. Its place of extreme yin is Luohuang Mountain.

In this mountain, who knows how many ghosts and monsters are hidden, raising how many spirits and demon monsters.

But if it were only like this, a master like Fang Changying wouldn't be so hesitant and fearful.

"There is wonder in the Marvelous View... who knows that in Bai Yujing City, on Luohuang Mountain, there would be a Daoist temple..."

"A Daoist temple, a Daoist priest, is the supreme under heaven." Fang Changying murmured softly.

Although Luohuang Mountain is a desolate mountain, there is no human smoke, but there is a Daoist temple hidden in this mountain, buried in grass and trees, buried in desolation, and no one asks about it.

In that Daoist temple, there is only one Daoist priest, but that Daoist priest is a great master who has never appeared in the world, once fought with that living True Person of Mount Zhenwu and retreated completely.

"The Palace Master said the 【Master of Marvelous View】's cultivation is earth-shattering, enough to rank in the top five under heaven, or even the top three."

Jiang Li's beautiful face also showed a look of solemnity. Being able to receive such praise from the 【Master of Uncle Xuan Palace】, this person's cultivation could be imagined.

"The temper and disposition of such masters are mostly strange. Rushing into them rashly is a disaster, not a blessing. Let's wait a little longer."

Fang Changying made a decision. He didn't have full preparation, so he naturally couldn't enter the mountain rashly.

"Let's go."

As he spoke, Fang Changying turned around and was about to leave.

Whoosh...

Just at this moment, under the small mound, a car with dazzling lights bumped along the road that wasn't a road, driving toward the distance.

"Five-Spirit Rainbow Light... This car is heading toward Luohuang Mountain."

The roar of the car attracted Jiang Li's attention.

"Don't worry about it." Fang Changying didn't care, turned around and left.

Luohuang Mountain is not a good place. Those who dare to go to such a place in the middle of the night are either ignorant or not good people.

At this moment, in the quiet and empty wilderness, Zhang Fan withdrew his means. Within a radius of three thousand meters, there wasn't even a ghost shadow, leaving only the whistling night wind in his ears, and the trembling gazes around him.

Xiao Qiji stared blankly at Zhang Fan, as if he didn't recognize him.

He remembered that when refining talismans at the Shen family, Zhang Fan was only at the 【Art Disciple】 rank. Only half a year had passed, and the phenomenon just now had made his Yuan Shen tremble and unable to move.

Not to mention him, even Jiang Hu hadn't recovered yet. After going on a business trip and walking through Dongshan Province, how did he become reborn?

The commotion just now wasn't big, but without using any magic, there was the phenomenon of a hundred ghosts crying at night. Such means were no longer what the Zhang Fan of the past could possess.

"What is the background of this person?"

At this moment, the most shocked and most difficult to understand were naturally Ji Ji Fengting and Mo Yun, these two Maoshan newcomers.

Maoshan is a great sect of the Daoist world, one of the ten great mountain sects under heaven. With such a background, they naturally had an arrogance different from ordinary people, not to mention that Ji Ji Fengting was valued by the elders in the sect, otherwise Xiao Qiji wouldn't have brought him down the mountain to temper himself.

Precisely because of this, from the beginning, he looked down on Jiang Hu and Zhang Fan.

One is a Maoshan outcast, one is a loose cultivator mixing in the city without background, naturally they cannot be mentioned in the same breath as Maoshan orthodoxy.

However...

The 【Red Lamp Talisman】 he was proud of could only illuminate a radius of five meters, deterring three or five wandering ghosts and fierce spirits.

This man before him, without magic rising, without magic turning, just a wisp of pressure actually had such a phenomenon. Within a radius of three thousand meters, there was no ghost shadow to be seen.

"Is this still a human!?"

Ji Ji Fengting lowered his eyebrows and eyes, subconsciously aiming at Zhang Fan. At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance just now, his gaze was drifting, and he didn't even dare to look at Zhang Fan's eyes.

"Senior Brother... Senior Brother..."

Just at this moment, Mo Yun pulled Ji Ji Fengting's sleeve, pulling his attention back.

"Parting for three days, look at each other with new eyes, you..."

Xiao Qiji walked over. In front of the two junior brother and junior sister, he could only pretend to be calm and couldn't lose face. He muttered two sentences, really not knowing what to say, and his gaze toward Zhang Fan became a bit complicated.

Half a year ago, at the Shen family, Zhang Fan's cultivation was still not as good as his, but now...

Beyond reach, truly beyond reach.

"Now do you know what it means to have heaven beyond heaven, people beyond people?"

Xiao Qiji looked at Ji Ji Fengting who walked over, coldly whispering, quite having the style of a senior brother.

Ji Ji Fengting was silent, as if a defeated rooster, a listless donkey.

At this moment, his talent, his pride, and even the identity of a Maoshan disciple he valued most, in front of Zhang Fan, seemed to become worthless.

Xiao Qiji's words were like a loud slap, hitting his bare buttocks, with no face and no skin.

"No matter how high the Daoist technique is, if you don't refine your heart and will, you are just a disaster." Xiao Qiji didn't stop.

This was also one of the reasons he found Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu. Daoist techniques can be refined, but the tempering of the heart and will cannot be achieved without falling a few times and losing face a few times.

"Senior Brother, we know." Mo Yun was the most obedient, whispering.

"I have remembered."

Ji Ji Fengting nodded heavily, as if only at this moment did he have the appearance a junior brother should have.

"Always remember this feeling, no matter how far you go in the future, don't think you've reached the top."

Xiao Qiji still gave his junior brother some face, waved his hand: "You go, don't walk too far."

The purpose of this trip was ultimately to cultivate Daoist techniques and study the talisman way in actual combat.

Zhang Fan was too ruthless, pressing the wandering ghosts and fierce spirits within a radius of three thousand meters so that they couldn't find a shadow.

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Ji Ji Fengting nodded, turned and left, his peripheral vision sweeping over Zhang Fan, paused, but didn't dare to stay. That scene just now seemed to have left a brand in his heart, with far-reaching influence. Without three or five years, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to walk out.

"You're good at being a teacher now."

Jiang Hu looked at the two figures walking further and further away, couldn't help but look at Xiao Qiji, and teased.

"Maoshan incense inheritance has always relied on the passing and helping between fellow disciples... this is an old tradition." Xiao Qiji said blandly.

"You haven't been down the mountain for many years, you won't remember, right."

Jiang Hu heard this, but was silent.

Back then, when they were on the mountain, it was also the teachers who passed down the Dao, while the daily homework and cultivation were led by senior brothers and senior sisters.

In a blink of an eye, many years had passed.

"This junior brother named Ji Ji Fengting looks like a proud and arrogant person. You taught him a lesson in public today. If he is a small-minded person, there will be a day for you to eat fruit." Jiang Hu whispered with a smile.

Human hearts are the most difficult to measure, a thousand people have a thousand faces. Sometimes even if you are out of good intentions, if the method is wrong, it will still make the other party unhappy, only forming hatred and not leaving grace.

"Although he is a bit arrogant, his heart is still good." Xiao Qiji was quite confident. Maoshan chooses disciples, especially focusing on the heart. If the heart is not pure, they won't get the true transmission.

"What's more, if I can't even suppress my junior brother, then don't cultivate the Dao and refine methods." Xiao Qiji smiled lightly.

"Don't be too confident in being a person. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, don't bully the young and poor."

Jiang Hu teased: "Old guys who flip over are everywhere."

Although the relationship between the two had eased a lot, the eight characters were ultimately a bit conflicting.

"Xiao Qiji..."

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan suddenly spoke.

"Almost forgot, how did you practice? Did you take medicine?"

Xiao Qiji turned his eyes, looked at Zhang Fan, and couldn't help but lean over, asking.

"They walked too far."

Zhang Fan looked at the vast night, and on the vast wilderness, it seemed he couldn't find the traces of Ji Ji Fengting and Mo Yun.

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In this dark suburb, there was no light, and the visibility was very low.

"Call them back." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

Xiao Qiji was stunned, then nodded, took out his phone, and dialed Ji Ji Fengting's number.

Beep... beep... beep...

A rapid and short busy tone came from the other end of the phone.

"Can't get through, no signal!?" Xiao Qiji's brows wrinkled, looking at the vast night, looking at Luohuang Mountain not far away.

"They won't have entered the mountain, right." Jiang Hu couldn't help but say.

He had lived in Bai Yujing City for many years, naturally knowing what kind of place Luohuang Mountain was.

"No, I repeatedly warned them that they absolutely cannot enter Luohuang Mountain. Furthermore, when coming down the mountain, the sect also had instructions." Xiao Qiji shook his head.

"What if your little junior brother has a rebellious bone?" Jiang Hu whispered: "Looking at him, he doesn't look like a good, obedient child."

"It's also possible they didn't know themselves and muddled into..."

Xiao Qiji dialed the phone again, muttering in his mouth.

Once these words were spoken, Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu looked at each other. Ordinary people can meet "ghost covering eyes," and Daoists can also meet them. It's just that the things that can "cover eyes" are not something ordinary people can bear.

"Still can't get through."

Xiao Qiji's expression became a bit ugly. Perhaps the junior brother and junior sister really entered Luohuang Mountain. Only there would there be magnetic field disorder and poor signal.

"How about this, you look around in the surroundings, I'll go toward the mountain and see." Zhang Fan suggested.

He was bold because of his skills, so he didn't have much fear.

Xiao Qiji and Jiang Hu looked at each other and could only nod.

With their current cultivation, they naturally couldn't compare to Zhang Fan. At this time, there was no need to be brave.

"Please." Xiao Qiji held Zhang Fan's hands, solemnly.

Those were his junior brother and junior sister. He brought them down the mountain. If something happened, he wouldn't be at ease for the rest of his life.

"Rest assured."

Zhang Fan took a step, and followed the direction where Ji Ji Fengting and Mo Yun had just disappeared, searching all the way.

He turned on his phone flashlight, paying attention to his feet, but the visibility was really too low.

A moment later, Zhang Fan arrived at the foot of Luohuang Mountain. Under the faint light, he could see broken dead branches.

"They won't have really entered the mountain, right."

Zhang Fan looked up. This was an undeveloped desolate mountain, and there wasn't even a road.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped into the mountain.

The desolate mountain had no road, but hidden paths were hidden, many of which were stepped out by animals in the mountain.

Bai Yujing City, crouching tiger and hidden dragon, surrounded by mountains on three sides, wrapped by water on one side. In the university town, some universities even had wild boars appearing. In such a mountain, seeing wild boars wasn't fresh, and of course, there wouldn't be large animals like tigers and bears, but it wasn't certain.

Hiss... hiss...

Just at this moment, a strange sound came from the distance.

Borrowing the ghostly white moonlight, Zhang Fan saw a large black python, its whole body shining with oily luster, facing the moon, spitting out its heart, making a faint but piercing sound.

Mountain spirits and monsters often have the instinct to cultivate by gazing at the moon.

Even in the past in the countryside, some dogs, cats, and even yellow-skinned rats, after a long time, would instinctively gaze at the moon and gather essence.

This might be the cultivation instinct heaven gave to animals. After enough years, they would automatically awaken.

Even now in the city, there are many people raising dogs and cats, and they often see their pets looking up at the moon, motionless, looking for half a day.

If you meet this situation, you don't have to be afraid. Animals that have truly become spirits have a clear characteristic, which is to look at their eyes...

If there is a shadow of the moon in their pupils, that's just normal dazing. But if there is no shadow of the moon, that means they have become spirits.

At this moment, the pupils of this large black python reflected the shadow of the moon, but it was extremely blurry, about to scatter, clearly having just groped out the way, about to become a spirit.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan didn't disturb it. Animals living in Luohuang Mountain hadn't harmed people, and it was hard to have a chance to become a spirit, so he wasn't willing to ruin the other party's opportunity.

Zhang Fan walked with wind under his feet, bypassed the area where the large black python was coiled, and continued to move forward along the hidden paths in the mountain.

"Fog!?"

A moment later, a white fog surged in the mountain. Under the hazy moonlight, this desolate mountain appeared even more eerie and dreamy. Strange sounds of insects and birds came from time to time, accompanied by unknown low roars...

"Mm!?"

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, and he saw two figures not far ahead.

He took a step and leaned over. Sure enough, he saw Ji Ji Fengting and Mo Yun lying straight under a big tree.

Bursts of milky white fog seemed to have life, wrapping around their limbs, flowing and spreading toward their heads.

Zhang Fan waved his hand, a strong wind swept, but failed to blow away this milky white fog.

"Dead Man Fog!?" Zhang Fan's gaze sank.

He had seen similar records in the 【Dao Secret Record】.

The so-called Dead Man Fog was a strange fog formed by people dying in the mountain over a long time. Once inhaled into the body, it was like eating mushrooms, producing countless hallucinations, and the body would gradually become paralyzed, finally staying in the mountain forever, and the corpse would become a hotbed for nurturing Dead Man Fog.

The more corpses it swallowed, the more powerful this fog became.

In ancient times, some Daoist priests would enter the mountain specifically to find 【Dead Man Fog】 to refine pills, and some sinister Daoist priests would even raise 【Dead Man Fog】 to guard the mountain gate.

"Books say, if you meet this kind of fog, you just need to grab a handful of soil nearby and stuff it into your mouth." Zhang Fan looked around.

All things are born and countered. For every strength, there is a counter.

Just like some people who mistakenly eat poisonous mushrooms in the mountain, there are often detoxifying medicinal herbs nearby.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan walked to the side, grabbed two handfuls of mud, and stuffed them into Ji Ji Fengting's and Mo Yun's mouths respectively.

Sure enough, as soon as the mud entered their mouths, the wriggling milky white fog began to shrink and retreat, and the two frowned, making a painful groan.

"Count yourselves lucky." Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

The people were found. Just waiting for them to wake up and bring them out of the mountain could be considered an explanation to Xiao Qiji.

"It's evil, how did they get in."

Zhang Fan swept a glance at the two who had fallen into a coma, and curiosity arose. I'm afraid only when they wake up can he ask clearly.

"Tsk tsk, really interesting. In this day and age, someone actually dares to enter Luohuang Mountain in the middle of the night."

Just at this moment, a strange sound rang out in the mountain, echoing in the vast fog.

This kind of sound was like an old owl screeching, hoarse and piercing, scraping the heart, scratching the lungs.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw a firelight flickering in the vast fog. Under the reflection, there was a pair of green, oily eyes staring at him, looking like lanterns at first glance, making "Po Jie Po Jie Po Jie" strange laughter.

Truly, a hundred-year-old owl becomes a wood demon, laughter and green fire rise in the nest.

Such a strange atmosphere rushed toward his face.

"Demon!?" Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

This kind of aura was definitely not an ordinary spirit or monster, and not even a demon like Shi Shi Shougong or Su Su Shiyu.

Being able to cultivate into a demon in this Luohuang Mountain was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Little ghost, you have some knowledge. I was enlightened by the Master of Marvelous View..."

The cold voice came from the jumping firelight, green, oily eyes staring at Zhang Fan, and the voice stopped abruptly.

"Mm!? It's actually you?"

Once these words were spoken, Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment.

"You've seen me!?"

"Of course I've seen you. Ten years ago, you came here... a man brought you into the mountain..."

The voice fell, and a figure darted out from the vast fog; it was a large black rat with oily luster.

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