Chapter 213: Daoist Chunyang Fa Jian! Yin Tiger Hong Shanjun

The fragment seems to have the shape of a dragon and tiger, and the faint cold light captures the soul.

Just at a glance, Zhang Fan stopped his steps and could no longer move away. In the dark, there seemed to be a response, deeply attracted by the metal fragment.

"What is this?" Zhang Fan pointed to the metal fragment and couldn't help but ask.

Just at this moment, the sleepy stall owner finally raised his head. It was an old man with a wine-red nose, gray eyebrows, wearing old cotton-padded clothes, and stepping on slippers with cartoon patterns.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at the metal fragment, and then looked at Zhang Fan.

"Young man, good eyesight, this is the most valuable treasure of my small stall."

As he spoke, the wine-red-nosed old man picked up the metal fragment and talked eloquently.

"This thing was collected from a Daoist temple in Xijiang Province. That Daoist temple was hidden in the deep mountains, at least from the Tang and Song Dynasties, a thousand years ago..." The wine-red-nosed old man's thick fingers, like carrots, rubbed the metal fragment in his hand.

"This treasure was discovered in that Daoist temple, enshrined in the inner hall altar, and should be a fragment of a Dharma sword," the wine-red-nosed old man said with incomparable certainty.

"Dharma sword fragment!?" Zhang Fan's gaze narrowed slightly.

"Old man, are you kidding? Can this broken iron piece be related to a Dharma sword?" Fang Changle glanced at it and couldn't help laughing.

Dharma sword, the holy product of the ancient times, supreme and noble, respected by both humans and gods. Daoists all like it; wandering can defend the body, and setting up an altar can drive away filth and summon generals.

Precisely because of this, Dharma swords are extremely difficult to cast. Some Daoists, entering the deep mountains for profound cultivation, would exhaust their whole lives to cast a Dharma sword, but could not get it.

There are many ways to cast Dharma swords, all of which are secret transmissions.

There is a record in the 【Daoist Canon】: For any Daoist study, one should know the Great Sword Method, fast for a hundred days, take nine catties of iron from Shaanxi, use red earth to make a furnace, and yellow earth to make a scabbard. Use fierce fire to melt iron into juice, face south and go up to the Heavenly Pass. Recite the true words of the twenty-four generals, write twenty-four talismans, and use cinnabar wine to make a pill and throw it into the iron juice when opening the furnace...

This is just one way of forging a Dharma sword recorded in text, and its process is extremely cumbersome.

Throughout the ages, in the Daoist world, one mountain, one sect, one school, but if a Dharma sword is cast, it must be passed on to later generations, with orderly inheritance and incense worship. Once driven, it has the ability of gods and ghosts, and the opportunity that heaven and earth can hardly break.

The ancients also called it the Refining Sword Immortal.

Fang Changle was born in Maoshan and naturally had seen real Dharma swords, so he still had the eyesight.

This metal fragment was plain and unremarkable, and there were even rust spots on the surface. Even if it was just a fragment, it absolutely didn't have the quality that a Dharma sword should have.

"Young man, there are many kinds of Dharma swords, and there are also grades. This is just a fragment. Do you think it is the 【Three-Five Severing Evil】 of Long Hu Mountain? And it has to have strange signs to shock the world?" The wine-red-nosed old man sneered.

Three-Five Severing Evil, known as the number one Dharma sword in the Daoist world.

The Daoist world has three treasures: talisman, seal, and sword.

In those years, the Long Hu Mountain Ancestor Zhang Daoling attained the Dao at Heming Mountain, met the Supreme Lord, and the latter taught the Heavenly Book Dan Scroll, and also bestowed three treasures: talisman, seal, and sword.

Among them, the Dharma sword bestowed was the famous 【Three-Five Severing Evil Male and Female Two Divine Swords】, also known as Three-Five Severing Evil, Celestial Master Sword, Yin-Yang Sword, etc.

It is said that later, the Yin sword was suppressed in the ghost-guarding well at Heming Mountain, while the Yang sword was passed down for generations in the Long Hu Zhang family.

"Grandpa, can you let me see it?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Young man, take a look."

The wine-red-nosed old man grinned and handed the fragment in his hand to Zhang Fan.

Taking it in his hand, a warm feeling came from his fingertips, as if a warm current melted, as if this fragment was not metal, but jade.

Clang... clang... clang...

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan was in a trance. In his ears, it seemed that the sound of iron anvil beating rang out, one hammer after another, clanging powerfully, coming from the deep mountains, with faint fire light splashing, as if heaven's thunder, splashing out trajectories like cloud patterns.

At this moment, the strange patterns on the fragment seemed to come alive in Zhang Fan's eyes, actually squirming and changing.

"Hey, hey..."

Fang Changle's voice rang in his ears. He shook his hand in front of Zhang Fan, pulling his thoughts back.

"Finished looking?"

"Grandpa, what is the price of this fragment?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Young man, I have a fate with you at first glance. If someone else came to ask, the old man would definitely open his mouth like a lion. You... just give a price for the connection, 300,000, how about it?" The wine-red-nosed old man said heroically.

"What? You are not opening your mouth like a lion?" Fang Changle's eyes widened.

A broken fragment actually opened its mouth for 300,000. It was really not opening for three years, and eating for three years after opening. It was catching a big fool and plucking him to death.

"Let's go, let's go, 300,000, I can find you ten or eight tons of this kind of thing."

Fang Changle shook his head and pulled Zhang Fan to leave. Money was not spent like this.

"Grandpa, can I return a price?" Zhang Fan asked humbly.

"Young man is kind, give you face, listen to a final price."

The wine-red-nosed old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, looking quite pleasing to Zhang Fan. On the contrary, looking at Fang Changle, he was full of disgust.

I don't know where such an ignorant little bastard came from, specifically ruining his business.

"Fifteen," Zhang Fan stretched out a palm.

"150,000? Young man, you are a price that strangles the neck..." The wine-red-nosed old man's face was full of pain: "Forget it, who let us two have a fate..."

"No, no, no, not 150,000, but fifteen, no ten thousand," Zhang Fan raised his hand to indicate.

"Fifteen... no ten thousand? That is... fifteen yuan!?"

The wine-red-nosed old man's eyes widened, staring at Zhang Fan in disbelief, simply unable to believe everything he heard.

"Fifteen yuan? I stepped on it, even if I sell it as waste, it's more than this price!?"

"Haha, this is really a price that strangles the neck." Fang Changle laughed out loud.

"Old man, are you selling or not?"

"No, young man, look at this skin, this patina, this year... fifteen yuan? How do you think?" The wine-red-nosed old man was anxious, grabbing the fragment in Zhang Fan's hand.

"Forget it if it doesn't work."

Zhang Fan shook his head and took Fang Changle away from the wine-red-nosed old man's stall.

"Young man, you add a little... 100,000... 80,000... 60,000..."

The wine-red-nosed old man kept lowering the price behind him, but Zhang Fan didn't look back, his steps faster.

"150 yuan, you take it."

The wine-red-nosed old man gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and made a ruthless decision.

"Deal!"

Zhang Fan was like a ghost, returning to the wine-red-nosed old man's stall in a flash, and directly took the metal fragment from the latter's hand.

"Young man, you are even more ruthless than the old man," the wine-red-nosed old man stared at Zhang Fan, gritting his teeth.

"Hehe, learn from the senior."

"Scan the code!"

The wine-red-nosed old man hummed and directly lit up the QR code.

Drip...

"Super letter account 150 yuan..."

With a loud prompt sound, the transaction was considered complete.

"Young man, go well." The wine-red-nosed old man gritted his back teeth.

"Grandpa, your business is booming."

Zhang Fan grinned and stuffed the so-called "Dharma sword fragment" into his pocket.

"Truly a little bastard."

The wine-red-nosed old man narrowed his eyes, looking at Zhang Fan's receding back, whispering.

Zhang Fan got the fragment, put it in his pocket, held it in his hand, and the warm feeling came continuously, actually making him feel incomparably comfortable, just like going to pinch his feet, ordering a 498 pure green set meal, a little soul-penetrating, as if all the meridians of his body were connected.

"Why did you buy that thing? I don't think it's even worth 150," Fang Changle said casually.

In his eyes, that was a broken iron piece, just simple aging, and the craftsmanship was really rough.

"I use it to unpack express delivery," Zhang Fan said casually.

His gaze swept across the flow of people, looking at Fang Changle.

"Did you find anything?"

"No, this is originally looking for a needle in a haystack, come to bump..."

The words stopped abruptly. Fang Changle suddenly stopped, paused there, his gaze like a hook, staring not far away. "Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, followed Fang Changle's gaze, but it fell on a shop, and it was a shop he had been to.

"Insect Treasure!?"

The first time he came to the black market, he visited here with this Shi Shougong, accompanying the latter to buy a spiritual insect.

Zhang Fan still remembered that at that time, he and Su Shiyu didn't go in, just waited outside.

According to Shi Shougong, the boss of this shop didn't like to deal with strangers and only greeted old customers.

"What's wrong?"

"That feeling came again, the scent I smelled on you last time."

Fang Changle's eyes flashed with cold light, walked straight over, lifted the curtain, and walked into the 【Insect Treasure】 shop. A special smell permeated the narrow air. People who like to keep crawling pets should be very familiar with this smell.

"No one..."

"Treading through iron shoes and finding nowhere, the old beast lives here."

Fang Changle's eyes flashed with brilliance, looking at a mask on the counter. That mask hung on the shelf, the portrait was ferocious, as if it were a beast's face, exuding weird evil nature.

"Yin Tiger is very mysterious and also very cautious. I entered the Wu Wei Sect, although under his command, I only had direct contact three times..." Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

"These three meetings, he was wearing this mask."

"Is the boss of this shop Yin Tiger?" Zhang Fan's expression narrowed slightly. No wonder it was so mysterious.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, outside the shop, a figure flashed, like a swift wind passing through, swinging the door curtain.

"Who?"

"Chase!"

Fang Changle reacted first, stepped out, like a swift thunder and lightning, and followed.

Zhang Fan followed closely, and saw a figure, wearing a black windbreaker, the whole person like a black shadow, rushing directly upstairs.

His speed was extremely fast, like a swimming snake, as he followed the staircase and swept directly upward.

The black market was located in an abandoned unfinished building, and only the first to seventh floors were opened as shops. The higher it went, there were no lights, no railings on the stairs, and the eyes were full of "cement industrial style."

"Why is he running? Is Yin Tiger so cowardly?" Zhang Fan followed behind and couldn't help but say.

"What would you do?" Fang Changle didn't look back.

"Kill to silence."

"You stepped on it, fortunately you are not from the Wu Wei Sect."

Fang Changle gave a violent shout, formed a seal with both hands, and a True Fire surged, like a wild python galloping, illuminating the dark corridor, swallowing that figure.

Rumble...

The next moment, the clothes were burned out, and a bare figure actually jumped out of it, the fair skin was particularly dazzling. Being burned by True Fire, it didn't suffer any damage at all.

Fang Changle followed, and saw that in the remnants of the True Fire burning, there was another huge molting shell, as if it were a worm skin peeled off from the insect's body.

"Spirit Cicada Molt..." Fang Changle's gaze suddenly sank.

Spirit Cicada Molt is a Daoist art passed down from Diannan. This Daoist art integrates Gu arts and witchcraft, requiring a strange insect to be implanted in the body at a very young age, accompanying the body to grow together.

Once practiced, that insect is equal to an extra life, and the main body can escape from the molted insect skin.

This is Spirit Cicada Molt.

However, this strange Daoist art is only known by one family in Diannan, which is a secret transmission.

"Diannan Qian family!? Is this guy from the Diannan Qian family?" Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

"Qian family?"

Zhang Fan was thoughtful. When he was at Zhenwu Mountain, at the Jade Tablet Transmission Conference, the two brothers who released the difficult insects were from the Diannan Qian family.

"Is the one playing with insects Yin Tiger?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

"Haven't you read Water Margin? Tigers are also called big insects."

Fang Changle gritted his teeth, gathered his courage, chased the scent, chased wildly all the way, and came directly to the thirteenth floor.

On the empty floor, there was an independent room. The heavy gate had already been opened, as if it had been blasted open by strange force, and the urgent alarm sound echoed on the floor, accompanied by red warning lights.

"This is a warehouse. Some shop owners will store goods here."

Fang Changle looked vigilantly inside the gate and walked in carefully.

"Will we be caught as thieves?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

"Can we manage that now?" Fang Changle shook his head. He was now focused on catching Yin Tiger.

The warehouse was very large, the light was very dim, and there were cargo cabinets on both sides, as well as sealed containers.

"Yin Tiger, I know you are here, come out."

Fang Changle gave a loud roar, the sound echoed in the empty warehouse, but there was no response at all.

"Today is either you die or I live." Fang Changle's voice was even louder.

"So he is dead either way?" Zhang Fan followed behind and whispered.

"Do you think it's appropriate to complain about me at this time?" Fang Changle explored carefully and stared back coldly.

Clap...

Just at this moment, the warehouse light turned on. The lonely light bulb shone with dim yellow light, swaying on the roof. Although it was still very dark, compared to just now, it brought a wisp of light.

Immediately after, a shadow was pulled very long, coming from afar.

"Who is there?"

Zhang Fan and Fang Changle stared vigilantly at the shadow. The next moment, a familiar face appeared in front of them.

"Brother Hong?" Zhang Fan saw the person coming and couldn't help but be stunned.

"I thought a thief had entered!" Hong San laughed lightly.

"Is this your warehouse?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, you guys are here..."

"Acquaintance..."

Zhang Fan gave Fang Changle a wink, then explained to Hong San: "Met an opponent, chased all the way, and arrived here."

"He should still be here."

"Opponent... is it him..."

Just at this moment, Hong San raised his hand and pointed. Zhang Fan looked in the direction, and saw a figure walking out from the corner, naked, and it was the Insect Treasure shop owner who had just escaped.

"Finally came out." Fang Changle raised an eyebrow, his eyes shining brightly.

Clatter...

Just at this moment, the naked figure suddenly melted, and the body actually turned into a piece of skin, like mud, falling to the ground.

A light shadow flew out from it, as if the soul had left the body, accompanied by gusts of Yin wind, actually flying towards Hong San.

"Don't mind, he is a substitute ghost I raised... didn't scare you, did I."

Hong San laughed lightly. He opened his mouth and swallowed the Yin wind into his mouth. His throat squirmed, making a cackle sound, and his face actually revealed an expression of intoxication.

"Hong San, you..." Zhang Fan's gaze narrowed into a line, as if he had guessed something.

Fang Changle was even more like facing a great enemy.

"Re-introduce."

Hong San licked the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile that was not yet satisfied.

"I..."

"Yin Tiger Hong Shanjun!!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 214 =====