Chapter 347

In the dark night, a silver-white car was driving on National Highway 203.

Two beams of headlights turned into two white lines, and the trajectory they drew illuminated the pitch-black and long highway.

"Senior Brother, for such a big thing as hunting Given Chen Long, why didn't we in Maoshan get any wind of it before?"

Fang Changle was driving, his peripheral vision caught Li Miaoyin in the passenger seat, and then he looked at the rearview mirror, looking at Senior Brother Yu Hua sitting in the back.

At this moment, this high disciple of Maoshan, a powerhouse at the Zhaoshou Realm, was closing his eyes to rest.

"Senior Brother..." Fang Changle couldn't help but call out again.

If it weren't for Li Miaoyin coming back to report the news, he wouldn't have known that such a big thing had happened in Qin Gu Town, and that experts at the Celestial Master level had even come.

Logically speaking, Jiangnan Province is Maoshan territory. Their lineage has inherited incense for thousands of years and is deeply rooted. Every move should not have been able to escape Maoshan's ears and eyes.

"Of course we knew," Yu Hua said lightly.

"Knew?" Fang Changle frowned, showing displeasure.

Zhang Fan was his brother of life and death. The grudge between him and Given Chen Long was something Maoshan didn't know, but Fang Changle knew it very well. Because of this, he had once told the sect that if there was any intelligence about the Thirteen Zodiacs, especially Given Chen Long, he must be notified immediately.

But this time, Zhang Fan risked his life, and he was actually the last one to know.

If it weren't for Li Miaoyin coming back to report the news, he would still be kept in the dark.

This made Fang Changle very passive.

"Senior Brother, for such a big thing, since you knew, why didn't you tell me?" Fang Changle asked.

"Tell you? Why tell you?"

Yu Hua slowly opened his eyes and looked at Fang Changle: "What is your relationship with Zhang Fan? And..."

"What kind of person is he exactly?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Fang Changle raised his eyebrows and looked at each other with Li Miaoyin.

"Senior Brother, what do you mean by that? You know Zhang Fan too, he is a disciple of Mount Zhenwu..."

"Mount Zhenwu..." Yu Hua shook his head: "That's a really good name."

"Then do you know what kind of place Qin Gu Town is?" Yu Hua changed the subject and asked suddenly.

"What kind of place?"

"More than forty years ago, it was the gathering place of the Southern Zhang lineage of Mount Long Hu. Why would Zhang Fan appear there? He also has the surname Zhang, right..."

Yu Hua's words seemed to have deep meaning.

"It's just a coincidence. He already has a good relationship with the Jiangnan Province Dao Alliance. He went to help, what's the problem?" Fang Changle said in a deep voice.

"So, he went to Qin Gu Town to help because of Given Chen Long?" Yu Hua lifted his gaze and said.

"Of course," Fang Changle blurted out.

"Then do you know... what Given Chen Long's surname is?"

The quiet words echoed in the speeding car. Fang Changle's eyebrows jumped, and Li Miaoyin couldn't help but look at the figure in the rearview mirror.

Yu Hua sat in the back, his figure seemingly hidden in the shadows.

"He also has the surname Zhang... an old acquaintance of the Southern Zhang!"

"Senior Brother, you..."

Fang Changle's heart was greatly shocked. How secret was Given Chen Long's true identity? Even the Dao Alliance didn't know, and the Northern Zhang hadn't fathomed it, but Yu Hua had actually stated his origin in one sentence?

This was simply unbelievable.

"Senior Brother, before coming down the mountain, what did Master tell you?" Fang Changle asked suddenly.

Their master was naturally the Maoshan Master. Before coming down the mountain, Yu Hua had been called over by him for a private talk.

"Master told me to watch you and not act rashly," Yu Hua said lightly.

"You asked me why I didn't reveal a single bit of wind about such a big thing as hunting Given Chen Long, so I will tell you now..."

"This matter concerns the Southern Zhang lineage, and even more so the Dao Alliance. We in Maoshan can only stay out of it."

Hearing this, Fang Changle remained silent. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and looked at the road ahead.

"Senior Brother, you said that more than forty years ago, Qin Gu Town was the gathering place of the Southern Zhang... We in Maoshan and them..."

Fang Changle stopped mid-sentence, but the meaning in his words was very obvious.

As the local snake, it was impossible for Maoshan not to have dealings with the Southern Zhang lineage.

"More than thirty years ago, the Southern Zhang was destroyed. In one night, the world was shaken. On this matter, we in Maoshan have already been quite passive... After so many years, it is really not suitable to have any more relationship with them."

Yu Hua shook his head and did not directly answer Fang Changle's question.

"So, Senior Brother, what did Master tell you exactly?" Fang Changle asked in a low voice.

"This time going to Qin Gu Town, you don't need to do anything, just let me come forward," Yu Hua said lightly.

"What are you going to do?" Fang Changle asked.

"Don't need to do anything? We are going just to show an attitude..."

"Attitude? What attitude?"

Hum...

As soon as Fang Changle's words came out, the three people in the car changed their expressions at the same time. They looked in the same direction.

Above Qin Gu Town, a white light seemed to flash, disappearing in a flash. Immediately after, a terrifying aura spread to the surroundings like a flood breaking a dam.

Bang...

Just at this moment, a violent tire blowout sound rang out, and the silver-white car instantly lost control, its direction turning sharply.

Fang Changle tried his best to control the steering wheel in his hand, rhythmically tapping the brakes with his feet.

Gradually, the car, which was like a wild horse breaking its reins, gradually gained control and slowly stopped on the side of the road. The tire tracks drawn under the moonlight looked messy and unbearable.

The three of them got out of the car and looked at the direction of Qin Gu Town one after another. An uneasy emotion surged in their hearts.

"What was that just now?" Fang Changle muttered softly.

"Something big has happened," Yu Hua said in a deep voice.

"Zhang Fan..."

Li Miaoyin bit her silver teeth, and a strong worry rose in her heart.

"The tire blew out, and there are still more than twenty miles to Qin Gu Town."

Fang Changle leaned over to check the condition of the car.

"Let's walk there," Li Miaoyin said in a deep voice.

At this moment, she didn't want to wait for another second. With the cultivation of these people, the speed of walking there might not be much slower than driving.

Beep beep beep...

Just at this time, a horn sound rang out, and a dazzling headlight was cast from afar.

Everyone turned to look and saw a black car slowly driving over, stopping on the emergency lane not far behind them.

"Friends, what's wrong?"

A clear inquiry came from the black car.

Hearing this, Fang Changle hurried over: "Our car is broken, can you give us a ride?"

Walking to the side of the black car, the window slowly rolled down. In the driver's seat, a young man had one hand on the steering wheel, while the other hand was leaning on the car window.

He turned his head to look, and the moonlight shone on his face.

Fang Changle couldn't help but be stunned.

"Brother Fang, long time no see."

"Zhang Wang!?" Fang Changle came back to his senses.

Zhang Wang was a young man he and Zhang Fan met in Huizhou Province. Because of the Qin family matter, he got involved.

On that day on Liaoya Mountain, the Monkey Zodiac appeared, the Qin family was destroyed, and after various changes, Zhang Wang disappeared.

For this reason, Zhang Fan had looked for him for a while, but there was no news.

Who would have thought that they would meet again here.

"Why are you here?"

"Just passing by, get in the car."

"Everyone come over."

Fang Changle waved his hand, greeting Yu Hua and Li Miaoyin to get in the car.

The roar of the car engine sounded, a beam of light illuminated the road ahead, and then it turned into a trajectory and drove away.

"You kid finally showed up. Where have you been? Zhang Fan and I have looked for you for quite a few days."

In the car, Fang Changle couldn't help but ask.

"After the Qin family was finished, I left Huizhou, walking wherever I went and playing wherever I went," Zhang Wang said while driving, smiling.

"Didn't you say it's best to leave quickly, otherwise there would be trouble?"

"You are quite obedient," Fang Changle breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he was okay.

Back then, Zhang Fan had blamed himself for a while, fearing that he would implicate this honest and simple little brother.

"Junior Brother, who is this..."

Just at this moment, Yu Hua spoke.

"Oh, this is a friend I met in Huizhou Province before, he can be considered a Daoist priest," Fang Changle smiled.

Strictly speaking, Zhang Wang was also a practitioner of the Dao, but thinking of his strange cultivation methods, like standing on his head and drawing a one, Fang Changle didn't know where to start.

"How long have you been in Jiangnan Province?" Fang Changle asked.

"Not long, I originally wanted to climb Maoshan to see the scenery of this ancestral court of the Shangqing," Zhang Wang looked at the road ahead and said lightly.

"Then you really came to the right place, my Senior Brother and I are from Maoshan."

"Then you are a famous sect," Zhang Wang said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, the last time I went to Maoshan was many years ago. At that time, the ticket was only sixty yuan. Has the price gone up now?"

"It's one hundred and twenty now," Fang Changle said with a light smile.

"That year, it snowed heavily, and I even stayed on the mountain for two days..." Zhang Wang recalled.

"Heavy snow? When?" Fang Changle asked.

Jiangnan Province rarely snows.

"I don't remember, at that time there was a Daoist priest who invited me to have a cup of tea..."

"Daoist priest? What's his name? Maybe I know him too," Fang Changle said casually.

He was a descendant of Maoshan, so he naturally knew all the Daoist priests on the mountain.

"His Daoist name is Zhuoqing," Zhang Wang whispered heavily.

"What?" Fang Changle was stunned for a moment, and even Yu Hua, who was sitting in the back seat, couldn't help but have a different kind of brilliance in his eyes.

"You know my Master?"

Chen Zhuoqing, also known as Daoist Zhuoqing, was the current Maoshan Master.

"Daoist Zhuoqing is your Master?" Zhang Wang's gaze tightened, and he whispered: "Then that is truly fate."

"My Master rarely shows his face. Being able to drink a cup of tea with him is simply a huge fate."

Fang Changle couldn't help but say: "Another day you can return to the mountain with me. If he still remembers you, maybe there is a chance for you to join our Maoshan and cultivate the proper Dao."

There was one more sentence that Fang Changle held in his heart and didn't say.

"It's better than the wild fox Zen you cultivate."

"Okay."

Zhang Wang nodded: "Speaking of which, my fate with Daoist Zhuoqing was also many years ago. If you return to the mountain, help me send my greetings, just say..."

"Another day, I will definitely visit!"

As the words fell, the car suddenly fell into silence, as if everyone's thoughts were suddenly cut off at this moment. Only the car was driving, the wind outside the window was whistling, and the great moon in the sky was like a plate.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Wang's voice sounded again.

"Qin Gu Town!" Fang Changle said.

"Qin Gu Town..." Zhang Wang muttered softly, chewing on the name.

"That's a good place."

Hum...

In the quiet dark night, on National Highway 203, the black car drove away and gradually disappeared at the end of the road.

Qin Gu Town, Zhang family ancestral home.

Inside the ancient building, it was empty, the stairs were covered with dust, and a thick layer of spider webs was in the corner.

Since the destruction of the Southern Zhang, this small building had been empty, and no one had asked about it for many years, not even a mouse could be found.

Zhang Fan stepped on the stairs and came directly to the highest fifth floor.

This place had also been emptied, the walls were mottled, moldy moss had grown, and the floor had become loose, making a creaking sound when stepped on.

Looking up, only an old plaque was still hanging there, with four big characters written on it: Respect the Ancestors of the Law.

Once, at the end of every year, the disciples of the Southern Zhang lineage would gather here to keep watch, respect their ancestors, and cultivate the Daoist sect.

"People are gone and the building is empty, not like the old days..." Zhang Fan sighed leisurely.

This small building is already empty, what else could be left here?

But since Zhang Tianyang let him in, there must be a deep meaning.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan used his primordial spirit to observe, but inside the small building, it was still empty, without a single thing.

"Hmm!?"

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan suddenly looked up and saw that after his primordial spirit swept over the old plaque hanging high, a blurry mark slowly appeared.

"Can't see clearly!"

Zhang Fan's primordial spirit jumped out from his spiritual platform and approached the old plaque. As his primordial spirit approached, the blurry mark became clearer.

It was actually a hexagram, Upper Kun (Earth) Lower Li (Fire), this is...

"Mingyi Hexagram!?" Zhang Fan recognized it.

Brightness enters the earth, Mingyi. The gentleman uses it to govern the masses, using darkness to be bright.

This hexagram means the sun sets underground, and the light is obscured. Whenever the Mingyi hexagram is divined, it means encountering a predicament, the future is unclear, and one needs to hide one's edge, bide one's time, and wait for the opportunity.

Hum...

Zhang Fan's primordial spirit was like a fire, lighting up the hexagram.

Just at this moment, the strange hexagram actually began to change, the upper and lower positions swapped, moving in reverse, and slowly, a new hexagram was born.

"Upper Li Lower Kun..."

"Fire Earth Jin!"

"This is the Jin Hexagram!?" Zhang Fan's gaze tightened, and he felt an unusual fluctuation.

The Jin hexagram is exactly the opposite of the Mingyi hexagram, like the sun rising above the earth, at the most correct time, symbolizing light and prominence.

Rumble...

With the appearance of the Jin hexagram, the traces on the hexagram began to dissolve like a code, mysterious light points gathered, and a brilliance emerged, slowly falling in front of Zhang Fan.

That brilliance was extremely transparent, like bright glaze, like the bright moon.

"This is... a thought!?" Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

A thought is the most strange power in the human red dust. Mortals use it to enter nirvana, Daoists use it to look toward longevity, and immortals use it to participate in the limitless...

That day, it was precisely because of a thought in the Golden Cloud Treasure Box that Zhang Fan was able to successfully merge his spirit.

He was extremely familiar with the aura of a thought, and the brilliance before him was a thought, and a thought left behind by an extremely powerful expert.

"Grandfather!?"

Zhang Fan guessed uncertainly. Thinking of the two hexagrams just now, perhaps this was the thought left behind by Zhang Tiansheng.

If it were someone else, they would naturally not dare to touch it casually. After all, a thought is a great taboo for practitioners, but Zhang Fan is different. He cultivates the Divine Demon Sacred Fetus, and even dares to spy on the Three Corpse Primordial Dans at will.

Hum...

Zhang Fan's primordial spirit slowly approached and merged with the bright thought.

"Does the Ninth Method really exist in this world?"

"Perhaps it does, and someone has even cultivated it..."

"It's just that, in the vast world, throughout history, only this one person could have cultivated it."

Just at this moment, countless lights, shadows, and sounds exploded in Zhang Fan's head.

(End of chapter)