Chapter 30

Desolation covers the fragrant grass, mountain winds ambush and chill the bones.

I have to say, Zhang Fan has lived for half his life and has never seen a woman like He Huan, filled with desire and slaughter, subverting madness and indulgence.

People have a thousand faces; ordinary people may only see two or three of their own faces in their entire lives.

But practitioners are different; by suppressing the consciousness and contemplating the primordial spirit, it is easier to see that unknown side.

That is the Yin pole of the world, infinitely magnified within the restless consciousness.

Brother Pojie said that in this life, the people you meet are actually just yourself...

"The you in others' eyes is not you, the you in your own eyes is not you, the others in your eyes are you..."

"All things are nothing but projections in the heart..."

"When green tea meets me, it's like darkness meeting light..." Zhang Fan whispered leisurely: "Kneel down, only then can you be redeemed."

"Daoist priests are indeed all charlatans!" He Huan said indifferently.

"Brother, I wonder if your mouth can still be so sharp after I take your head off later."

A look of shyness appeared on He Huan's intoxicated face; it seemed that in her eyes, Zhang Fan was already a dead man, having become her toy, her collection.

"Delusional thoughts," Zhang Fan looked at He Huan's eyes and couldn't help but curl his lips.

Of the eighty thousand characters in the world, only the word "thought" is the most mysterious. Everything is born from the heart; it's just what people think up themselves.

All things are changing every moment; this is what is meant by "all phenomena are impermanent."

Everything we see is an image presented to us by the brain; it is one-sided and delayed...

What is seen at this moment is not the previous moment, nor the next moment.

Therefore, for great practitioners, all phenomena are false; the past does not exist, the present does not exist, and the future does not exist. There is only the present moment.

Buddhism calls this 【Three Times Emptiness】! However, for all living beings, it is precisely these false phenomena that make people sink deep into them, unable to extricate themselves, producing various thoughts, breeding various emotions, forming various behaviors, continuously strengthening the consciousness, suppressing the primordial spirit, and consuming their essence and Qi until the body and spirit wither.

Therefore, Buddhism says the mortal world is like purgatory, and all living beings sink into it, taking suffering as pleasure without knowing it.

Just like two years ago, Zhang Fan and Li Yishan went to Southern Yunnan. The latter accidentally ate mushrooms, causing hallucinations. The toxins damaged his body, but he didn't know it; instead, he was addicted to the hallucinations, enjoying them and refusing treatment.

Everyone knows the principles, but it is very difficult to do them. This is the meaning of cultivation: using false phenomena to cultivate true nature.

At that time, there is no truth or falsehood, it is both true and false, everything is contained within it.

That is the Limitless! That is Pure Yang!!

At this moment, He Huan seemed to see that false future, the future where only Zhang Fan was decapitated.

Thinking of this, He Huan licked the corner of her mouth, her expression becoming increasingly excited.

"I'm sorry... you're not green tea, you're a pure pervert."

Zhang Fan looked at He Huan's body, which was trembling with excitement, and knew he had encountered a pervert.

He had only met He Huan for the second time, and the words they had spoken together probably didn't even add up to twenty sentences. Killing someone right at her own doorstep? This is a pure pervert serial killer!!! With such madness, can she still practice?

"Those who practice Chuma are indeed all abnormal."

Zhang Fan's gaze narrowed slightly, looking at the path behind He Huan.

"Still want to escape!?" He Huan looked at Zhang Fan's eyes and couldn't help but show a mocking look.

"When coming down the mountain, Brother Pojie told me that before achieving success in cultivation, one must keep a low profile, and avoid restless consciousness and being brave and combative..." Zhang Fan sighed.

As soon as these words were spoken, He Huan showed a playful smile and simply sat down: "Are you begging for mercy?"

"Begging for mercy is useless; let's see your sincerity first."

As she spoke, He Huan pointed to her feet.

"The founder also said..."

"Enduring for a moment ruins my cultivation, retreating a step disturbs my Dao heart..."

Zhang Fan shook his head and whispered, loosening his wrists and making a "crackling" sound.

"Hmm?" He Huan was stunned for a moment.

"Slaughter you!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Fan took a step forward, blocking He Huan's retreat. A wild wind rose, howling across the wilderness, and the overbearing power made the surrounding grass and trees tremble, startling the gravel on the ground. "I underestimated you!"

He Huan's face turned pale, feeling a heavy pressure coming toward her, making her breathing rapid and almost stagnant. As soon as she looked up, Zhang Fan was already in front of her, like a shadow looming over her.

Whoosh...

Just at this moment, He Huan parted her red lips and spat out a puff of thick smoke, rolling and surging toward Zhang Fan's face.

In an instant, Zhang Fan's body swayed, and a wave of dizziness rose.

Those who practice Chuma worship immortals all year round, and their primordial spirits merge, so their bodies inevitably develop abnormalities, such as the nails like knives just now, or the smoke from breathing now...

Hum...

Suddenly, the True Yang within Zhang Fan's body rose abruptly, like surging waves. In an instant, he recovered his clarity and threw a punch, aiming straight for her chest.

"What an overbearing True Yang!" He Huan's expression changed again.

She didn't expect her 【Fox Miasma】 to be unable to stop Zhang Fan for even a moment...

Bang...

In the blink of an eye, He Huan crossed her arms to block her chest. A muffled sound rang out, and she flew out like a kite with a broken string, leaving only a faint trail of blood in the air.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, He Huan's twin tails exploded, her long hair disheveled, but it swayed gently in the air like a tail, creating a force that supported her body as she landed slowly.

"Good... I really underestimated you... A small company like Night-Bright actually hides a master like you." He Huan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, a look of ruthlessness in her eyes.

"Am I considered a master like this?" Zhang Fan said with a strange expression: "Do you have some misunderstanding about Night-Bright?"

"Bai Buran... a Daoist priest from a wild background who only gained a foothold in Yujing City by relying on so-called connections, with only a few followers under his command..."

Speaking of this, He Huan sneered: "Do you think I'm the kind of idiot who would act rashly and kill without figuring out the strength behind you?"

"..."

"You are courting death!"

He Huan stared fixedly at Zhang Fan, biting her silver teeth, and sat cross-legged on the spot. She formed seals with her hands, chanting words, her eyeballs rolling, appearing insane, and the whites of her eyes were showing.

Chirp... chirping... chirping...

Just at this moment, a strange sound came from a hole covered by weeds behind He Huan, and there were many chicken bones at the entrance...

"This is..."

"This is the Fox Mouth... Does the fox sing well?" He Huan's expression became increasingly insane, scarlet blood flowing from the corners of her eyes, and the frequency of that strange sound became increasingly bizarre.

Zhang Fan's brain buzzed, feeling a splitting headache, and the scene in front of him became blurred.

"Men all deserve to die... This is the place where I worship immortals... Can you still live?" He Huan looked at the tottering Zhang Fan, a look of pleasure rising in her eyes.

At the age of seven, she watched her father offer her mother to the worshipped immortal.

At the age of fifteen, her father even used her to practice martial arts...

From that time on, she felt that all men in the world deserved to die. Whenever her consciousness was restless, only by watching these men die under her torture could she reduce that wild emotion.

Hum...

Just at this moment, the weeds all over the ground grew wildly, turning crimson, like a fox's fur, and wrapped around Zhang Fan.

"This 【Fox Fur】 is very comfortable..." He Huan seemed to be reaching her peak, a pleasure beyond words, watching as Zhang Fan was wrapped and swallowed by the weeds that looked like fur.

"Kui-Killing Fierce Gate, Fortune Descends to Lu-Cun!"

"Nine-Headed Divine Lion, Slay Evil and Break Souls!"

Suddenly, a terrifying fluctuation came from the tightly wrapped weeds. At first, it was a low chant, but in the blink of an eye, it was like a lion's roar, shaking all directions and tearing the eardrums.

"This is..."

"Daoist Seal, Nine-Headed Divine Lion!!?"

At this moment, He Huan's face turned pale, and deep fear finally rose in her beautiful eyes.

(End of chapter)