Chapter 189: Chu Chu Chaoran

Plain white clouds and sky do not stain the dust, ferocious mountains meet great demons!

Bai Buran walked along the overgrown mountain path, holding a flashlight in one hand and a bag in the other.

The large black rat's figure, like a thin dog, slowly stretched, as if meeting an old friend, actually greeting him, its green, oily eyeballs staring dead at the cow-paper bag in Bai Buran's hand.

"Brother Black, did you have a fight with someone?"

Bai Buran smelled the scorching smell permeating the air and measured the black rat again, unable to help but ask.

"Laughed, who dares to run to Luohuang Mountain and fight with Daoist priest?" The black rat sneered.

"I didn't say it was a person..." Bai Buran had deep meaning.

The spirits and great demons in the mountain were not just the black rat. Occasionally, they would also spar and fight among themselves, but the black rat's words clearly had the taste of "there is no silver three hundred taels here."

"Brother Bai, what good stuff did you bring me this time?"

The black rat's whiskers trembled, hurriedly changing the subject. Face is as big as heaven; no matter in front of whom, naturally, one cannot lose face.

"Dried fish, Yanglan Mountain, immortals drink and drill into the mountain..."

Bai Buran put down the cow-paper bag in his hand, took out a box of marinated dried fish, and a bottle of Yanglan Mountain.

"Tsk tsk, those old cats like to eat this stuff, we rats can't lose face either."

The black rat stretched out its claws, its long nails like hooks, opened the lunch box, its tail swept, wrapped a dried fish, and sent it into its mouth, savoring the taste, rolled up the opened Yanglan Mountain, and drank it up.

Dried fish with wine, the more you drink, the more you have. A mouthful of spicy heat entered its throat, as if sweeping away all the unhappiness just now.

Vast moon, deep mountains and old forests, a black-haired rat, eating dried fish, drinking wine, lying on a big rock like a human, eyebrows dancing, quite having a grotesque and eerie atmosphere.

"Brother Bai, you go up the mountain." The black rat drank happily, narrowed its eyes, its tail swept horizontally, lashed in the air, making a piercing sound, startling the birds in the mountain to fly away.

"Brother Black, drink slowly."

As he spoke, Bai Buran stood up and walked toward the mountain.

The black rat narrowed its eyes, watching Bai Buran's back getting further and further away, unable to help but reveal a look of envy.

"If Daoist priest could be like him, able to go up the mountain from time to time, listening to the Master's teachings, would I be so miserable tonight?" The black rat murmured softly, its mind couldn't help but float Zhang Fan's figure.

"Little ghost, you wait for Daoist priest."

"Pah pah pah... what broken stuff, tastes terrible. Cats are cats, beasts are beasts, can only eat these things that can't be on the table."

The black rat felt nauseous, its tail swept, and it sprinkled the dried fish in the box into the mountain forest.

Moon mountain in the sky, in Luohuang Mountain.

A Daoist temple is hidden among the mountain rocks and trees, and the murmuring water flows around the temple, and the rustling sound makes the mountain even more ethereal.

The Daoist temple is not big, the windows on the temple wall are like two eyes, and the old plaque says three big characters 【Marvelous View】, the font is like a dragon and snake rising, as if flying out from the deep mountains and great marshes.

Midnight, the Daoist temple in the mountain, there is no human shadow.

Bai Buran pushed the door and entered, walking straight toward the palace hall. The gloomy candlelight revealed light, and a clay sculpture stood on the altar, but it was covered with a red cloth, quite eerie.

"You're here."

Just at this moment, a peaceful voice rang out in the hall, but it sounded quite young.

"I'm here."

Bai Buran stopped his footsteps, followed the sound and walked toward the corner, finally stopping beside the candlestick.

His gaze condensed, carrying respect.

"Master."

"Tell me, what interesting things have happened outside recently."

The peaceful voice rang out again, carrying a trace of expectation.

"Recently, Dongshan Province has been making a lot of noise. The Master of Jianggong has appeared and fought with the Laoshan Sect Leader and Liu Liu Nan Xu of Mount Zhenwu."

Although Bai Buran was in Bai Yujing, he knew everything about such secret things.

You know, Zhang Fan hadn't mentioned a word about this fight after he came back.

"Ming Ming Shenshou... the one who eats qi is divine and undying. He didn't insult this title. It seems he has snatched a lot of supernatural powers over the years."

The peaceful voice rang out, carrying a trace of light laughter.

"You actually know?"

"Ming Ming Shenshou's supernatural power is called 【Stealing and Turning Divine Mechanism】. When he first awakened, he didn't have half a power to speak of and was treated as a joke."

The peaceful voice echoed in the cold hall, as if without leaving this Daoist temple, he already knew everything in the world.

"Alas, the world is full of mediocre and stupid people. How do they know the majesty of the Dao, the power that does not manifest in the appearance."

"Supernatural power self-obscurity... that supernatural power without any power is the nemesis of all supernatural powers under heaven."

The Daoist world's 【Supernatural Power Council】 listed Ming Ming Shenshou's 【Stealing and Turning Divine Mechanism】 as a seventh-rank supernatural power because it itself had no power to speak of.

However, it was this 【Seventh-Rank Supernatural Power】 that could plunder others' supernatural powers, especially when Ming Ming Shenshou's Daoist practice gradually became profound, the terror of this man truly manifested.

"Li Li Chengge is not bad. When he was young, he could enter the Wu Wei Sect's ancestral Daoist temple, so he knew this person would not be a thing in the pool in the future."

"Liu Liu Nan Xu proved the Celestial Master rank, rarely walking down the mountain, not knowing that the red dust is the place to become an immortal. The achievements in the future are afraid to be limited."

The peaceful voice was endless, pointing out the country in this small Daoist temple. The great masters under heaven, like Ming Ming Shenshou, Li Li Chengge, and Liu Liu Nan Xu, appeared plain and light in his mouth.

"Li Li Changgeng of Bai He Guan left Shangjing, and now his tracks cannot be found." Bai Buran continued.

"That young man cultivated 【Heaven and Earth Seizing Luck】, which is the domineering method under heaven. He obtained the Dharma lineage of Bai He Guan..."

"Back then 【Breaking Mountains and Cutting Temples】, the Zhang family of Long Hu Shan and the founding ancestor of Bai He Guan almost killed the Wu Wei Sect disciples until they withered. If it weren't for the ancestral court not being extinguished, how could there be today's scene?"

"Bai He Guan is indeed unfathomable."

The peaceful voice stopped abruptly, and the hall returned to its usual tranquility.

The once-brilliant Long Hu Shan was no longer there, but Bai He Guan was in the sky, enough to see the extraordinary nature of this lineage.

"You continue..."

After a short silence, the peaceful voice rang out again.

Bai Buran continued to talk about some things in the Daoist world outside, mostly chicken feathers and garlic skins, talk after tea and dinner.

"You are very yearning for the world outside."

Just at this moment, Bai Buran suddenly spoke.

"No way, I was trapped here by Chu Chu Chaoran." The peaceful voice rang out leisurely, having no concealment for the current predicament.

For him, Luohuang Mountain, rather than being a Daoist field, was more like a prison.

Fortunately, Bai Buran could enter and leave freely, becoming his channel to understand the outside.

"Did you fight with Chu Chu Chaoran!?" Bai Buran asked.

"You know."

"But I don't know how you fought with him, and how you were trapped here." Bai Buran expressed the curiosity in his heart.

Losing to Chu Chu Chaoran was nothing, the key was that there were only a handful of people in this world qualified to challenge him. As for retreating completely, it was even more shocking.

Without a doubt, the Master of Marvelous View was one of the few.

"I made a bet with him."

Just at this moment, the peaceful voice rang out again, telling the sealed past.

"What bet?" Bai Buran pursued.

"Bet on his thought."

"The thought of the True Person Chu Chaoran!?" Bai Buran was stunned.

"Pure Yang Realm, True Person rank... such an existence is already without a thought, holding one and returning to truth... their thoughts are very terrible."

All laws are impermanent, only the thought is the teacher. Even this illusory, empty, and false world is born from thoughts.

Buddhism says the true appearance is not appearance, Confucianism says there is nothing outside the heart.

When everything does not exist, within heaven and earth, within nature, there is only one thought, which can be called the beginning, can be called the Dao, can be called the Buddha...

The name is not important. The real world, everything, all originates from that thought.

Some people say, the so-called Pangu opening heaven and earth, perhaps it is just a manifestation, which is the scene of the 【Beginning】 thought exploding.

That thought gave birth to everything.

Wanting life, so there were all living things. All living things also gradually gave birth to thoughts, wanting warmth, so there was fire, wanting to record, so there were words...

Countless thoughts intertwined, like a frame, constructing the real world.

Cultivation is to cut off all acquired thoughts, and within the innate Yuan Shen, realize that beginning thought.

Precisely because of this, in this world, if you can control thoughts, you can do whatever you want.

For example, if you want to get rich, as long as you hold this thought and don't produce any doubt or confusion, you can achieve it. Of course, your own thoughts will also be affected by other people's thoughts, thereby affecting the result.

Ordinary people are like this, practitioners, Daoist practice is profound, supernatural powers are vast, especially upon reaching the Pure Yang Limitless Realm, not a single thought is born, but if a single thought is born, it will produce extremely terrible influence, giving birth to immeasurable karma.

Therefore, how terrible the thought of an existence like Chu Chu Chaoran is, no one in this world knows.

If there is one, it is this existence in the Marvelous View.

"I lost... so I was trapped in this temple..." The peaceful voice rang out leisurely, admitting his failure.

"Trapped here by Chu Chu Chaoran's thought, trapped in Bai Yujing..."

"The thought of a Pure Yang True Person?" Bai Buran was surprised.

"Yes, you can't see it, but it is here, everywhere... you are all in this thought..." The peaceful voice gradually had ups and downs.

Whoosh...

The cold hall suddenly had wind, as if the emotion of the peaceful voice, blowing the candlelight.

The jumping candlelight pulled Bai Buran's shadow very long, and it didn't stop until a moment later.

"How is the young man who just came to your company recently?"

Just at this moment, the peaceful voice changed the subject and suddenly asked.

"Zhang Fan!?" Bai Buran was stunned and silent.

"Chu Chu Chaoran put him there, it's not without reason. He is not an ordinary young man, right."

Once these words were spoken, without waiting for Bai Buran to respond, that voice rang out again.

"If you don't say it, I won't ask."

"You go."

"I will come to see you again."

Bai Buran nodded and whispered toward the direction of the candlestick.

Under the gloomy firelight, only one shadow was reflected on the wall. In the huge palace, it seemed Bai Buran was the only one. He spoke, and different voices echoed in the cold hall.

As he turned and left, a wind blew, the candlelight extinguished, blowing up the accumulated dust.

Zhang Fan and his group returned to Bai Yujing City at past eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.

Xiao Qiji and the others were Maoshan disciples. Coming to Bai Yujing City, they were naturally entertained by the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, who arranged a hotel for them.

You know, Maoshan's status in Jiangnan Province was extraordinary, being the leader of the Daoist world in the Jiangnan Province area, just like Laoshan to Dongshan Province, and Mount Zhenwu to Jiangbei Province.

Therefore, the funding sponsored to the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance every year was quite considerable. Not only did they give money, but they also gave people, and disciples of the sect were often sent down to the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance to temper themselves.

"I really owe it to you this time."

On the way back, Xiao Qiji was very grateful to Zhang Fan, his slightly reproachful gaze killing Ji Ji Fengting and Mo Yun more than once.

These two things that didn't know the height of heaven and earth actually dared to get so close to Luohuang Mountain, got hit by the way, and entered the mountain.

If something had really happened, he, as a senior brother, would have been hard to explain.

"Still not thanking your Brother Fan?" Xiao Qiji scolded.

"Thank you, Brother Fan."

Ji Ji Fengting and Mo Yun nodded repeatedly, like children who had done something wrong. On the way back, they already knew the danger they had encountered in the mountain.

"Alright, you've thanked me many times. Great kindness is not spoken of." Zhang Fan waved his hand.

"Your Brother Fan is right, great kindness is

"Is that what I meant?" Zhang Fan grinned and laughed.

A moment later, Qi Jiji drove the car and first dropped Zhang Fan back at Hongfu Hongfu Huayuan.

"I'm heading back now."

"Let's get together another day!"

"Drive slowly on the road."

Zhang Fan waved, got out of the car, and walked straight into the residential complex.

At this hour, let alone people, there wasn't even a ghost of a shadow in the complex.

The security office light was on; Zhang Fan glanced at it—it wasn't Uncle Liu on duty today.

"Maybe I'll try Uncle Feng's pancakes if I wake up early tomorrow."

Zhang Fan was already thinking about tomorrow's breakfast. Since he couldn't sleep for long anyway, he often got up early, crossed the city, and ate various breakfast delicacies.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Feng Ping'an, who sold pancakes next to the old Zhang family residence—his Uncle Feng.

Thinking all the way, Zhang Fan had already returned home, pushed open the door, and walked straight into his room.

He lowered his body, crawled directly under the bed, and after a bit of fumbling, pulled out an ancient, simple iron box—it was none other than the 【Jin Xia Treasure Box】 brought back from Dongshan Province.

Back then, the Three Corpses Daoist had relied on the golden glow within the box to master the Three Corpses Fate-Illumination.

Zhao Zhao Jiexuan had said that if they wanted to succeed in Soul-Merging, most of their hope lay in this box, which was why he had let Zhang Fan bring it back to study.

But having witnessed the power of the golden glow within the box at the 【Prisoner Immortal Temple】 that day, Zhang Fan absolutely dared not open it rashly now.

"Three Corpses Daoist... Three Corpses Daoist... If only I could dig him out and have him tell me about it..." Zhang Fan muttered softly.

Suddenly, he slapped his forehead, a flash of inspiration striking him.

He couldn't dig out the Three Corpses Daoist, but he had consumed a 【Three Corpses Origin Pill】, which contained the Three Corpses Daoist's lifelong memories.

"Can't I just look at them directly!?"

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up fiercely, as if he had seen hope. However, he also knew that a person's memories were as vast as the ocean, hiding countless thoughts, not to mention that the Three Corpses Daoist was a former world-number-one expert; the risks of trying to gain something from his memories were imaginable.

For this reason, Zhang Fan took out the piece of skin brought back from the 【Prisoner Immortal Temple】 and blew a breath into it. As his True Yang energy merged in, the skin immediately swelled up, revealing a human shape—it was none other than 【Zhang Zhang Beijiang】.

"Guard me."

Zhang Zhang Beijiang's strength was more terrifying than that of an average 【High Merit】, especially his monstrous defensive power. With him guarding, Zhang Fan would have no worries behind him.

Zhang Zhang Beijiang stood at the door, motionless, his eyes gleaming with spiritual light, staring fixedly at Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan sat cross-legged, his eyes half-closed and half-open, returning his breath to stillness. Finally, a sound of heavy chains colliding echoed from within his Soul-Aspect inner vision.

Clang... Clang... Clang...

(End of chapter)