Chapter 211: Target Yin Tiger! Method to Break the Tribulation

Early morning, the east just revealed a touch of fish-belly white.

Zhang Fan sat cross-legged on the rooftop, his body heaving slightly, his breathing almost stagnant, like a baby, long and lingering.

The early morning sunlight spilled onto him, like a layer of golden gauze, and one could even see the fine hairs standing on end.

The golden morning light, following the heaving of Zhang Fan's body, slowly seeped into his body through the pores.

His eyes were half-open and half-closed, reflecting the phantom of the sun, and his eyes shone with a golden luster.

At this moment, there seemed to be a ball of fire burning in Zhang Fan's eyes, hanging above the nine heavens, descending within the mortal world.

Whoosh...

Contemplating the Great Sun, absorbing the sun's essence, the fire heat returned seven times and turned nine times. The breath Zhang Fan spat out made the surrounding air distort and deform.

"Harvesting the Great Sun to give birth to firewood, refining the old body into the True Self."

Just at this moment, a low voice came from afar, exuding appreciation.

Zhang Fan opened his eyes, and the strange scene just now dissipated. He looked up and saw Fang Changle climbing onto the rooftop, dressed in casual clothes, stepping on white sneakers, his eyes shining with brilliance, staring fixedly at him.

"Good fire method! Borrowing the sun to give birth to fire heat since ancient times, the secret of which few people know... No wonder your 【Fire Dragon Dan Sword】 can have such attainments," Fang Changle whispered.

Since ancient times, there have been many Daoist profound cultivators who absorbed the essence of the sun and moon. However, moon essence is easy to harvest, but sun essence is difficult to refine.

Using this as medicine, like a great fire burning the body, returning seven times and turning nine times, is the easiest way to go into demonic deviation.

Among the spirits and monsters in the mountains, only the ape-like ones have a structure different from other animals, able to look up at the sun, condense a point, practice moon-gazing at night, practice sun-seeing during the day, and understand the method of sun-refining and moon-refining.

Therefore, as long as ape-like ones become monsters, they are extremely terrifying. Just like the gray ape in Zhongnan Mountain, it is a rare old monster in the world, with cultivation that shakes heaven and earth.

Perhaps, precisely because of this, heaven and earth are naturally balanced. Since ancient times, few apes have become monsters. This path must be full of tribulations, even more than other types.

"The sun has nine yangs, which is the most mysterious for stimulating fire nature. However, the True Fire of the Daoist family ultimately arises from the heart and requires dual cultivation of nature and life, using one's own cultivation to subdue the heart-ape and control the True Fire," Zhang Fan said in a heavy voice.

The so-called True Fire is to condense Yang Qi from the True Yang within the body and ignite it with a single thought.

This wisp of True Fire first arises from the heart. If the heart thoughts are chaotic, the True Fire is scattered, which is demonic deviation, and one's cultivation will be abolished.

Therefore, fire arts are difficult to practice; this is the reason.

Fire arises from fate and also arises from nature. To practice fire arts, one must cultivate both nature and life.

The Great Sun stimulates fire nature, which is even more fierce and domineering.

Zhang Fan comprehended the 【Fire Character Slip】 and progressed rapidly, only then being able to use this method to refine his own True Fire and advance bravely.

Now, Zhang Fan felt that his 【Fire Dragon Dan Sword】 was only one step away from being elevated to a major accomplishment art, and it could break through at any time, maybe next month, maybe tomorrow...

"Perhaps I should find Brother Hong to buy some rare great medicines." Zhang Fan had the idea.

The century-old Ginseng King last time benefited him a lot. Now it seems that the 300,000 spent was worth more than the price. Of course, the most critical thing was that it wasn't his own money.

The Black Rat compensated him 800,000. Now he still had 500,000 in his card. If he didn't spend money, he wouldn't be happy.

"You practice Daoist arts without finding someone to protect the Dharma?"

Just at this moment, Fang Changle's voice pulled Zhang Fan's thoughts back.

Practicing fire arts is the easiest way to go into demonic deviation. Just now, if Fang Changle had evil intentions and suddenly made a move, even Zhang Fan would be quite dangerous.

"Who said there is no one to protect the Dharma?" Zhang Fan laughed lightly.

"Hmm!?"

Fang Changle raised an eyebrow. Behind him came slow footsteps. He turned his head and saw a tall and thin man walking out of the shadows, his mung bean-like eyes staring fixedly at him.

"Expert!" Fang Changle's gaze narrowed slightly.

With his cultivation, he didn't even discover that there were others on this rooftop. Just this means made him unable to ignore it.

"His name is Black Nightmare, he can be considered my follower," Zhang Fan laughed lightly.

This was a great monster that Bai Buran helped him negotiate, selling his life to him for ten years.

"Monster!?" Fang Changle looked up and down and suddenly said.

"Good eyesight, worthy of being a Maoshan disciple," Black Nightmare said lightly.

"How do you know I am a Maoshan disciple?"

"I can still smell the scent of Maoshan. Hehe, in my early years, I even stole incense oil from your mountain to drink," Black Nightmare grinned and licked his tongue, as if reminiscing.

"You are not an ordinary monster. There is no Luohuang Mountain in Yujing City that can raise a monster like you," Fang Changle broke through Black Nightmare's origin with one glance.

"Tsk tsk, Fan Zong, this friend of yours is very unusual," Black Nightmare whispered.

He was now in an employment relationship with Zhang Fan, the kind that only works and doesn't give money. Zhang Fan could also be considered his boss.

"He is of course unusual..." Zhang Fan stood up and picked up the coat placed on the side.

"He is the successor of Maoshan."

"Fang Changle!?" Black Nightmare raised an eyebrow, revealing a look of realization.

"You know me?"

"Mixing on the ground in Jiangnan Province, how can you not know about Maoshan?" Black Nightmare sneered.

The successor of a sect concerns the incense, which is naturally a big deal.

Just like Xia Weisheng, she was also famous in Jiangbei Province. The spirits and monsters there had almost all heard of her name. Even if they hadn't seen her, they had to know, and of course, it was best not to see her.

"Let's go," Zhang Fan greeted.

Although Fang Changle came out of prison, he didn't buy the account of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance at all and was only interested in Zhang Fan.

Sui Chunsheng could only entrust him to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan didn't refuse this. He just happened to want to get close to the successors of the Ten Great Daoist Famous Mountains, and someone actually sent it to his door.

Fang Changle, he was determined to accept.

"You haven't been cleared of your crimes yet. Logically speaking, you are not allowed to leave Yujing City. I have joint responsibility."

"The sea is wide for fish to leap, the sky is high for birds to fly..."

"What if I insist on leaving?" Fang Changle teased.

"You can try," Zhang Fan said lightly.

"Last night was just a discussion. If you really want to leave, then I can only get serious."

Zhang Fan knew that if he wanted to subdue this kind of person, first of all, he had to make the other party unable to pick out half a word of dissatisfaction in terms of strength.

"Is that so?"

Fang Changle grinned. For Zhang Fan's words, not only was he not displeased at all, but he was even vaguely looking forward to it.

"Where are we going now?"

"Go see your fellow disciples," Zhang Fan whispered.

Yujing City People's Hospital.

In the corridor, the smell of disinfectant permeated.

Just after entering, a noisy sound came from afar.

"I returned from abroad. If it weren't for patriotism, who would be willing to return? Is this your service attitude?"

The sharp and ear-piercing voice echoed in the corridor, causing many people to stop and watch.

"Madam, please line up."

Just at this moment, a nurse walked up and patiently comforted her.

"Who are you saying is cutting in line? Don't touch me, I'll sue you for violating human rights..."

A woman dressed gorgeously, wearing golden earrings, pointed at the nurse and shouted sternly.

"Is this how you treat your compatriots? What kind of broken hospital? It's dirty to death, and the service is poor... Find your dean." The gorgeously dressed woman looked disgusted.

"In this day and age..." Zhang Fan passed by and couldn't help but sigh.

Truly patriotic words with red mouths and white teeth, living in California.

Why did this kind of person come back!? "What are you doing?"

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan's peripheral vision caught Fang Changle drawing talismans in the void, actually aiming at the gorgeously dressed woman.

"I'm inviting her to eat a Filthy Language Talisman!" Fang Changle said lightly.

Hum...

Before the words fell, a cold wind blew over the gorgeously dressed woman for no reason, and the latter shuddered and shivered violently.

"What kind of thing are you, worthy of pointing fingers at me? My daily expenses are more than what you earn in a year..."

"Ugh..."

Suddenly, before the gorgeously dressed woman finished speaking, her face instantly turned iron-blue. With one opening of her mouth, she actually spat out yellow and white things. Besides the food residue in her stomach, there were actually filthy things like feces.

"Madam, what's wrong with you?" The nurse was shocked.

"Ugh..."

Before the gorgeously dressed woman had time to speak, there was another bout of vomiting, and the fishy smell instantly permeated.

"In the future, as long as she dares to spray everywhere, she will vomit once every time she sprays," Fang Changle sneered. Maoshan Filthy Language Talisman, specially treats dirty mouths. Once hit by this talisman, spitting out dirty words will lead to vomiting filthy things. Over time, it consumes blood and qi, and will also shorten life.

"Doesn't your Maoshan sect rule strictly limit the use of Daoist arts on ordinary people?" Black Nightmare couldn't help but say.

"Limitation is not prohibition," Fang Changle sneered: "My Daoist arts have reached great accomplishment, naturally uninhibited."

"If this kind of person is not cleaned up, how can the thoughts be clear, and how can the Daoist arts run rampant?"

As he spoke, Fang Changle looked at Black Nightmare and laughed lightly: "Why? Do you monsters have more rules than us humans?"

"No, we usually eat this kind of person directly," Black Nightmare shook his head and whispered.

"You don't swallow them raw, do you?"

"There are also methods, steaming and roasting are more common..." Black Nightmare introduced.

"Let's go."

Zhang Fan raised a hand and interrupted the communication between the man and the monster.

Xiao Qiji had been hospitalized for a while, and he had recovered quite a bit.

Hearing from Jiang Hu, he was going to be discharged in these two days, so he brought Fang Changle to see him, just to take the opportunity to close the distance.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Jiang Hu and Ji Fengting were helping to pack luggage, and Xiao Qiji's complexion had also improved a lot.

"So you are going to be discharged." Zhang Fan carried a fruit basket and walked in.

"Fan Ge." Ji Fengting was the most well-behaved when he saw this.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Hu greeted.

"Came to see you on the way," Zhang Fan laughed lightly.

"Hmm!? Fang Shixiong?"

Just at this moment, Xiao Qiji and Jiang Hu were both stunned, noticing Fang Changle behind Zhang Fan.

They had been in Maoshan for much longer than Ji Fengting. Before Jiang Hu was driven down the mountain, Fang Changle was already the Great Shixiong, so they naturally knew each other.

"Long time no see," Fang Changle grinned, his gaze sweeping over Xiao Qiji and Jiang Hu.

"Jiang Hu is also here. Have you returned to the sect?"

"Not yet," Jiang Hu shook his head.

He had long made up his mind that he would not return to Maoshan until he killed the Noon Horse with his own hands.

"Probably soon," Xiao Qiji said from the side.

"I said long ago that you shouldn't have been driven down the mountain. Either you should have been slaughtered directly, once and for all. Why drive people down the mountain? You were also schemed against," Fang Changle said righteously.

"..."

"Great Shixiong, why are you here?" Xiao Qiji changed the subject.

Five years ago, Fang Changle disappeared without a trace. It is said that for these years, the sect had been looking for him.

"Take care of your own business," Fang Changle glanced sideways.

"Xiao Qiji, you are really useless. You look quite smart on weekdays. How come when you met the Wu Wei monsters, you couldn't even protect your own junior brother and sister?"

On the way here, Zhang Fan had already told Fang Changle about the ambush of Xiao Qiji and others.

Mentioning this, Xiao Qiji's expression darkened, subconsciously lowering his head, his hands tightly clenched.

The death of Junior Sister Mo Yun was a scar in his heart. Perhaps if he were stronger...

"Alright, Shixiong's words were a bit heavy. The deceased is gone, the living should encourage themselves," Fang Changle patted Xiao Qiji on the shoulder, but didn't comfort him too much.

"Shixiong, I understand."

Xiao Qiji nodded and pointed to Ji Fengting.

"Shixiong, this is the newly promoted Junior Brother, named Ji Fengting, with not weak talent."

"Greetings, Senior Martial Brother." Ji Fengting bowed in greeting.

"Hmm, not bad, a good seedling," Fang Changle's gaze swept over and nodded rarely.

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan stood on the side, watching the fellow disciples reminisce, not saying a word, but his gaze fell on Ji Fengting.

Since the ambush that night, almost a month had passed.

In the month, this Maoshan Junior Brother had changed greatly, no longer having the previous arrogance and impetuousness. His temperament was becoming more introverted, and his personality was becoming more stable.

After all, having encountered changes, Zhang Fan could understand these changes.

However, Ji Fengting's cultivation seemed to have risen by a large margin. Spiritual light was hidden in his eyes, natural and unrestrained, hidden and not released. Compared to his appearance when he just went down the mountain, he was simply like two different people.

Rather than saying it was advancing by leaps and bounds, it was better to say it was reborn.

"This kid has some opportunities," Zhang Fan was thoughtful, but had no interest in inquiring about other people's secrets.

"Let's go first."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Fang Changle got up to say goodbye, pulled Zhang Fan, and left the hospital.

"Where are you going?"

"Catch Yin Tiger!" A cold light flashed in Fang Changle's eyes.

"Yin Tiger!?"

"I did smell the scent of Yin Tiger on you. I am sure he is in Yujing City..." Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

"Digging three feet into the ground, I will also dig him out."

Fang Changle's three years of prison disaster were because of Yin Tiger. Only by catching Yin Tiger could he prove his innocence.

"Yin Tiger, is he really in Yujing City?" Zhang Fan was thoughtful, checking everyone he had come into contact with recently in his mind.

"Go, you and I join forces, I don't believe we can't suppress him."

A fierce luster flashed in Fang Changle's eyes, and his words revealed incomparable confidence. This was both confidence in himself and confidence in Zhang Fan.

"Good!" Zhang Fan's gaze narrowed into a line. His cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds recently, just in time to practice his hands.

If possible, he wanted to see if he could capture a Zodiac alive with his current cultivation.

At this time, inside the hospital.

Hot water room.

Ji Fengting was carrying a thermos, waiting for hot water.

"You are in good spirits recently. It seems the method I taught you has been practiced successfully."

Just at this moment, a slow voice came from behind.

Ji Fengting turned around and saw a young doctor walking in, wearing a white coat, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking scholarly.

"Who are you? Actually knowing the Daoist arts that have been lost in my Maoshan for a long time," Ji Fengting couldn't help but say.

After Xiao Qiji was hospitalized, he met this doctor here. Clearly, the other party was not an ordinary doctor. With just one glance, he saw through the killing intent and thoughts that were increasing day by day...

That's right, since being ambushed that night, Ji Fengting had been fantasizing every day about how to slaughter... or even torture and kill those Wu Wei monsters.

His thoughts were exposed before this young doctor. However, the other party encouraged him with an extremely appreciative attitude, guided him, and even taught him a special cultivation method.

This method could alleviate the killing intent in his heart and transform it into special power. With this power, his cultivation increased day by day.

At this point, Ji Fengting knew that this young doctor absolutely had a great background.

"I am the thought in your heart, or I can say, I am the thought in everyone's heart."

"Ten thousand laws are impermanent, only Master Nian..."

The young doctor pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"I don't understand, who are you? Why help me?" Ji Fengting said in a deep voice.

"I am not helping you, just doing an experiment," the young doctor laughed lightly.

"Experiment?"

"Not bad, I was trapped by someone. One of his thoughts trapped me here, and I have never been able to break free..."

"But now... I have found a way to break the tribulation."

The young doctor looked at Ji Fengting, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Young man... young man... your water is overflowing."

Just at this moment, an aunt called from behind, pulling Ji Fengting's thoughts back.

"Young people nowadays, standing there alone talking to themselves, muttering, it's quite scary."

The aunt stared at Ji Fengting with a look of seeing a patient. The latter looked around, and in the empty hot water room, besides him and the aunt, there was no other figure.

Gurgle...

The boiling hot water filled the thermos, overflowing with a whoosh.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 212 =====