Chapter 226

The soul-aspect marvelously raises immeasurable light, traveling to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening.

Above Gao Gong is the Great Being.

Daoist books say that those who step into this realm have a nature of heavenly Dao methods, thunder in their hearts, universal light, and ascend to heaven as immortals.

The soul-aspect leaves the body and can travel in all directions, no longer bound by the physical body.

One must know that for an ordinary cultivator's soul-aspect to leave the body, even if they are Gao Gong, they can at most leave the body for a dozen kilometers; any further, and they will be affected. Besides this, the time they can leave the body is also greatly limited.

It's like Wi-Fi; once it exceeds a certain range, there is no signal. If you want to go online, you can only consume your own data, and if the data is exceeded, you will be cut off for non-payment!

Back when he was in Dongshan Province, Zhang Fan detained the soul-aspect of the Laoshan Daoist temple master; because it left the body too far and for too long, evil obstacles were born, the physical body withered and died, and the soul-aspect would gradually become like a lonely ghost without an owner.

However, once one steps into the 【Great Being】 rank, there is no such limitation; traveling a thousand miles at night and leaving the body for over a month is a common occurrence.

Precisely because of this, Gao Gong entering Great Being is a qualitative change, not something that can be easily comprehended and practiced.

At this time, Xu Qinglai actually pointed out that Meng Qinghuan had already stepped into this realm, which surprised this heaven-favored daughter from the Dao Alliance Headquarters.

"In the past, the ancestor of our Mount Qingcheng preached at Mount Qiyun; counting it up, our two families also have a bond of incense, not to mention that in the Dao Alliance, Qingcheng and Qiyun have always been of one mind..." Xu Qinglai said in a solemn voice.

"Mount Qiyun produced a seedling like you in this generation; how could not even a bit of wind be leaked out?"

As two of the ten great Daoist mountains under heaven, they naturally know each other's foundations, especially the younger generation, who have always been the object of attention for every sect.

Passing the torch, the new power is the hope of incense inheritance, which is the biggest matter for a sect.

"Great Being is not so easily cultivated; I also had continuous good luck recently, coupled with the enlightenment from President Jiang, so it was by chance that I stepped into this realm."

Meng Qinghuan whispered solemnly, her eyes shining with a different brilliance, and her words were steady and atmospheric.

"In the path of cultivation, there are no coincidences; being able to receive enlightenment from President Jiang is your ability, and being able to step into this realm is also your ability." Xu Qinglai's face could not hide his envy.

Meng Qinghuan is the best among the disciples of Mount Qiyun in this generation; she entered the Dao Alliance Headquarters in the capital two years ago and was able to intern by President Jiang's side—this is a blessing that many people cannot ask for.

That person is half the sky of the Daoist world today; his prestige is so high that it is not below Chu Chaoran's.

After all, President Jiang is not only the president of the Dao Alliance Headquarters but also the master of the White Crane Temple, representing the highest will.

"Since you know that I work by President Jiang's side, any action must be careful." Meng Qinghuan said with deep meaning.

"Zhang Fan... he is not an ordinary disciple of Mount Zhenwu."

"Hmm?"

Xu Qinglai raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but ask: "Could it be that he has some special background?"

"Xu Qinglai, you have cultivated at Mount Qingcheng for many years and at least have some level of skill; why is your conduct so rough that you dared to act rashly without even figuring out the other party's background?"

Meng Qinghuan raised her beautiful eyes and chuckled: "The world is vast, with hidden dragons and crouching tigers; even if one reaches the realm of President Jiang, one still holds three parts of awe in one's heart, let alone you?"

"This is Jiangnan, not Sichuan."

In a few words, it revealed a sky-filling momentum, as if looking down from a high position, casually pointing and instructing.

Xu Qinglai and Lan Tingzhu looked at each other, but dared not have any rebuttal, and could only listen quietly.

Firstly, with Meng Qinghuan's status and strength, she indeed has such qualifications; secondly, they took the initiative to come to her door, seeking help from others.

"Please give me some guidance." Xu Qinglai asked humbly.

This posture made Meng Qinghuan quite satisfied.

"This Zhang Fan, I have only met him once; although he is unknown in the Daoist world, however..."

"I heard from President Lou of the Jiangnan Province Dao Alliance that he is suspected to be the closed-door disciple of True Person Chaoran!"

"What?"

Once these words were spoken, Xu Qinglai and Lan Tingzhu's expressions changed drastically, their eyes filled with deep shock and doubt.

The path of cultivation, looking forward to longevity, only by stepping into the path of Pure Yang Limitless can one peek at the unique method of the road to becoming an immortal.

However, for a hundred years, apart from the former number one expert under heaven, the 【Three-Corpse Daoist】, only Chu Chaoran had stepped into this realm.

His closed-door disciple, just by this identity, is unique in the Daoist world.

"No... isn't True Person Chaoran's closed-door disciple Xia Weisheng?" Xu Qinglai asked suspiciously.

This is a well-known fact; when True Person Chaoran accepted Xia Weisheng back then, it was a grand event, and he even invited every mountain and sect to come and observe the ceremony.

Precisely because of this, Xia Weisheng's status in the Daoist world is extremely special and extraordinary; many great figures know him, and they even sent generous gifts back then.

"For an existence like True Person Chaoran, how could he be constrained by worldly etiquette? Can't the door be opened again once it's closed?" Meng Qinghuan said lightly.

"This..."

Xu Qinglai was stunned and looked at Lan Tingzhu.

Such a statement had never been heard before.

"Of course, this matter has not been confirmed; even if he is not True Person Chaoran's disciple, he is no ordinary character at Mount Zhenwu..."

"To have cultivated to Gao Gong at this age, his future is boundless." Meng Qinghuan gave Zhang Fan a very high evaluation.

"In this way, he is even more worth your action." Xu Qinglai pondered for a moment and suddenly said.

"How so?" Meng Qinghuan said lightly.

"He is a disciple of Mount Zhenwu, but you are a person by President Jiang's side..."

"President Jiang and True Person Chaoran have fought for a lifetime..."

"Hmm!?"

Meng Qinghuan raised her beautiful eyebrows, and a sharp gaze was cast over; Xu Qinglai's words stopped abruptly.

"Do not speak words that are unfavorable to unity."

"What President Jiang holds in his heart is the future of the Daoist world, and what he wants to create is an unprecedented great unity of the Daoist world; there has never been any personal affection, nor does any personal grudge exist." Meng Qinghuan corrected.

"Outside..."

"Just listen to the words outside." Meng Qinghuan said lightly: "However..."

Just at this moment, she changed the subject: "We are all friends, so it's not impossible to help you with this favor."

"What are the conditions?" Xu Qinglai knew that there is no such thing as a free lunch in the world.

"I know that after you cultivated to Gao Gong, you had an opportunity to enter the 【Immortal Cave】..."

"You want my opportunity to enter the 【Immortal Cave】?" Xu Qinglai's expression changed drastically.

The Immortal Cave is the place where the Ancestral Celestial Master Zhang Daoling ascended to heaven; it is a sacred place at Mount Qingcheng. Ordinary people don't even have the chance to approach it, and disciples of the sect only have the qualification to enter once after stepping into Gao Gong.

"You can also refuse." Meng Qinghuan was calm and composed.

Xu Qinglai's expression changed again and again, and he gritted his teeth: "Okay, I promise you; as long as you help me deal with Zhang Fan and retrieve the Black Sword Umbrella, I will give you the opportunity to enter the 【Immortal Cave】."

"Deal!" Meng Qinghuan's mouth raised slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.

A moment later, Xu Qinglai and Lan Tingzhu walked out of the Yujing Hotel.

"Senior Brother, are you really going to give her the opportunity to enter the 【Immortal Cave】?"

Walking out of the hotel, Lan Tingzhu finally couldn't help but speak.

The Immortal Cave can almost be said to be the greatest opportunity for a Mount Qingcheng disciple after stepping into Gao Gong; it is unimaginably precious.

"The Black Sword Umbrella is a magic tool left by our predecessors. If I lose the Black Sword Umbrella, even if I step into Gao Gong, I fear I will be deprived of the opportunity to enter the Immortal Cave..." Xu Qinglai's mind was incomparably clear.

"As long as I suppress Zhang Fan, retrieve the Black Sword Umbrella, and then subdue that old fish demon and retrieve the inner core of that flood dragon from back then, it will be enough to make up for the loss."

Xu Qinglai calculated in his heart; this deal is not a loss. Meng Qinghuan is at the Great Being realm; facing Zhang Fan, it must be easy.

"Junior Brother, if you step into Gao Gong first in the future, then use your opportunity to enter the Immortal Cave to fill in." Xu Qinglai changed the subject and suddenly said.

"Ah? Use my opportunity? No, Senior Brother..." Lan Tingzhu was anxious.

"You and I are as close as brothers; why distinguish between you and me at this time?" Xu Qinglai patted his large hand: "It's decided."

As the words fell, he strode forward, walking into the vast night.

It was dark.

The Yujing City University Town was bustling with noise and excitement.

Li Yishan parked the car on the side of the road and walked towards the food stall he often frequented.

"Is your Mom Yun feeling better?"

Zhang Fan got out of the car and asked with concern.

In the version where there is no error at all!

A few days ago, Li Yishan's stepmother said she was hit by a car and recuperated for a few days. Li Yishan was busy showing filial piety by the bed. These two days, he found time to call Zhang Fan out to eat and drink.

"Much better." Li Yishan said casually.

"By the way, I still have a bottle of wine in the car; you go get it, and I'll go pick a fat one."

Li Yishan gave the car keys to Zhang Fan. The most famous thing about this food stall they frequent is the fragrant meat pot.

Zhang Fan took the keys, walked to the side of the road, opened the car door, and saw a beautifully packaged bottle of wine in the back seat.

He was about to close the door while holding the wine, but his peripheral vision swept over, and he saw a small object stuck in the gap of the car seat. He leaned over and pulled it out; it was actually a small medicine bottle.

"Haloperidol tablets!?"

Zhang Fan looked at this strange medicine name, was slightly stunned, subconsciously looked at Li Yishan who was ordering food not far away, and then took out his phone to search for this medicine name.

"Butyrophenone antipsychotic drug!?" Zhang Fan looked at the search results, raised his eyebrows, and revealed a strange expression.

"Why so long?"

Arriving at the seat, Li Yishan was scalding the bowls and chopsticks with boiling water. He looked up and saw Zhang Fan's expression.

"What's wrong with you? Why that expression?"

"How long has it been?" Zhang Fan sat down; at this time, he no longer had the interest to eat or drink.

"What how long?" Li Yishan asked suspiciously.

Zhang Fan didn't speak, and placed the small medicine bottle directly on the table.

"Don't tell me this isn't yours."

Li Yishan looked at the small medicine bottle on the table, his eyebrows twitched, and after a moment of silence, he nodded.

"It really is mine."

"What's your situation? How could you get this kind of illness?" Zhang Fan asked.

Logically speaking, with Li Yishan's family conditions, eating, drinking, and playing every day, carefree, how could he have schizophrenia? Could it be a childhood shadow left from when he was young?

After all, the mess in their family only exists in dog-blood TV dramas; the trauma caused by the original family really needs a lifetime to heal.

"At first, it was just having many dreams..." Li Yishan said in a deep voice.

"Later, there were more and more dreams, some of which were coherent. During the day, my spirit became a bit poor..."

"Those dreams were too real. Sometimes, I couldn't tell if I was in reality or in a dream; I couldn't even tell who I was..."

"Later, I started sleepwalking. Several times when I woke up, I was in different places, and I couldn't remember at all how I went to those places..."

Speaking of this, Li Yishan paused slightly and looked at Zhang Fan.

"Once when I woke up, I was actually in a suburban cemetery."

As he spoke, Li Yishan touched his fingers; this was his subconscious action.

"Gradually, I couldn't remember many things. Several times I even forgot who I was. Those dreams and reality intertwined, making me a bit..."

Li Yishan shook his head and picked up the small medicine bottle on the table.

"Is it that serious? How long has it been?" Zhang Fan asked.

"I don't remember; it should have been a while." Li Yishan shook his head.

"Of course, most of the time I am still awake; that state is not anytime, anywhere."

Li Yishan's eyes were incomparably deep: "I have also gradually figured out a little pattern."

"Do you want me to help you take a look?" Zhang Fan suddenly said.

He knew that many mental illnesses might just be problems with the soul-aspect.

"Are you preparing to jump the great god for me? I almost forgot, you are a Daoist priest now."

Li Yishan chuckled, as if he only remembered at this time that back at Mount Zhenwu, Zhang Fan had already entered the Daoist sect, and it was the kind with a certificate; the certificate cost one hundred and fifty yuan.

"This is an illness; I've seen a psychologist and also a psychiatrist..."

Li Yishan shook the bottle in his hand, his expression indifferent, as if he didn't care.

"Although it has no effect, most of the time, I am still very normal; those things I can't remember don't seem to be very important..."

"It's just... those dreams are too real; now when I think about them, they feel like they were real..."

Speaking of this, a look of daze appeared in Li Yishan's eyes.

"Zhang Fan, have you ever died?"

"..."

"You say that, have you died?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.

"I have died... in a dream..."

"..."

"That feeling is too real. Not only have I died, I have also killed people... bloody, just like playing wild..." Li Yishan murmured softly, as if savoring the sense of reality in the dream.

"Did you take something?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but ask.

"I take your grandfather; I never do anything illegal." Li Yishan glanced sideways.

"You already killed someone."

"That was a dream!" Li Yishan rubbed his fingers.

"Are these all in your dreams? Are there any special ones, like the kind men like to do..."

"Never." Li Yishan shook his head.

"But recently, I have been having the same dream frequently." Li Yishan lowered his voice.

"What?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"I dreamed of my dad."

Li Yishan looked straight at Zhang Fan and whispered solemnly: "In the dream, he seems not to have died, and has been talking to me!!!"

(End of chapter)