Chapter 353

The great moon hung high, and a silver-white plane crossed the curtain of the night, shuttling through the clouds, and the Yujing City below gradually moved away.

"Where is your Li Miaoyin? Why didn't you bring her?"

On the plane, Ge Shuangxiu looked at Zhang Fan, who had been silent, and couldn't help but ask.

This time, Li Miaoyin was finally not there.

"She left," Zhang Fan looked out the window and whispered.

Last night, he asked Li Miaoyin for a late-night snack, originally wanting to inform her that he was about to set off for Chang'an. As a result, Li Miaoyin replied that she had already left Yujing City.

So sudden, it could even be said to be a departure without saying goodbye.

This made Zhang Fan feel a bit unusual in his heart.

"Left? Where did she go?" Ge Shuangxiu was stunned and couldn't help but ask.

"Something happened at home, she left in a hurry," Zhang Fan said casually.

This was also the explanation Li Miaoyin gave him.

"The wife returned to her mother's house, you should be happy," Ge Shuangxiu looked like a person who had been through it.

"I forgot, you are still in the sweet period."

"What are you saying?" Zhang Fan glanced sideways: "Old Ge, you are also a descendant of the Ge Ancestor, how can you be as gossipy as the aunt downstairs in our residential area?"

"A person who practices the Dao, can you be serious?"

Hearing this, Ge Shuangxiu couldn't help but laugh: "Why are you still in a hurry? A short separation is better than a new marriage!"

"By the way, did you go to Chang'an this time to find your missing friend?"

Regarding Li Yishan, Zhang Fan only mentioned it to Ge Shuangxiu.

Nowadays, the Zhenwu Mountain apprenticeship ceremony is imminent. Fang Changle, as a descendant of Maoshan, definitely couldn't get away. Xia Weisheng returned to Zhenwu Mountain, and the Qi brothers also returned to Laojun Mountain, so Zhang Fan only brought Ge Shuangxiu. In the small town of Qin Gu, he faced three enemies alone and won a complete victory, which shows his extraordinary cultivation.

This time he traveled with Zhang Fan, which could be considered having a helper, and he could take care of things to some extent.

"Not entirely," Zhang Fan shook his head.

Under Mount Zhongnan, the Tomb of the Living Dead, this was just a clue and a train of thought provided by Lou Hechuan.

Zhang Fan couldn't be sure that Li Yishan was definitely there, so he could only try his luck, and by the way, see Qin Ergou. He had been practicing the Dao in Mount Zhongnan for a while, and he didn't know how his progress was.

"I'll sleep for a while," Zhang Fan leaned against the window and closed his eyes.

"You practice the Divine Demon Holy Fetus, and you can still sleep?" Ge Shuangxiu couldn't help but say.

Zhang Fan didn't respond. His breathing became lighter and lighter, as soft as a baby's.

At this moment, his Nascent Soul looked inward, but he had come to the deepest inner scene.

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

The dark night was chaotic, like an endless abyss, hidden in the universe. A series of heavy chain collision sounds echoed, becoming the only movement in the silence of all things.

Immediately after, a mysterious giant shadow slowly emerged. Its whole body was covered in shackles, as if it had merged with the endless dark night.

Three Corpses Nascent Pill. After many days, Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul finally came here again, wanting to investigate the memory of the Three Corpses Daoist.

"You finally came again," a mysterious voice sounded leisurely.

"Finally? Were you waiting for me?" Zhang Fan said in a low voice.

Three Corpses Nascent Pill is a Nascent Soul backup born from practicing the Small Dividing Soul Method. According to reason, it cannot even be considered the simplest consciousness.

The 【Three Corpses Nascent Pill】 left by the Three Corpses Daoist might not be just one, but Zhang Fan always felt that the one in his body was extremely special.

"You succeeded in combining the gods, stripped away the three corpses, and the great disaster has been formed. Naturally, you would come here to find a way to avoid the disaster," the mysterious voice said coldly.

"You know everything," Zhang Fan said in a low voice.

"If you know everything, then you are no longer a memory."

"Memory can be traced back, and it can also be expanded, just like time, existing in both the past and the future," the mysterious voice replied.

"I didn't come to find a way to avoid the disaster, but a way to break the calamity," Zhang Fan said in a low voice.

Hum...

The sound of heavy chain collisions sounded again. The giant shadow in the vast darkness fell into silence. After a long time, it said: "Disaster can be avoided, calamity can be broken."

"How to avoid it?" Zhang Fan asked.

"It's too late..." the mysterious voice replied: "The time when the Three Corpses Disaster was born was the best time to avoid the disaster. Now it's too late to say anything."

"He has already come to this world and is growing day by day. His growth rate is even more terrifying than you imagine."

"When he was born, how should the disaster have been avoided?" Zhang Fan continued to ask. He knew that the method to avoid the disaster might contain the key to dealing with the Three Corpses God.

"Human Portrait!" the mysterious voice spat out two words.

"Human Portrait!?" Zhang Fan was astonished.

"The Human Portraits of all generations are the protectors of those who practice the Three Corpses Illumination. As a Human Portrait, yet refining a demonic phase..."

"What is a demon?"

"The abnormality of a person is a demon. If a person is the positive pole in the mortal world, a demon is the negative pole in the mortal world."

"Similarly, the three corpses are also the other side of the Nascent Soul."

"The Human Portrait is the method to avoid the disaster," the mysterious voice echoed in Zhang Fan's ears. He listened quietly, but his eyebrows were tightly knitted.

"I think you have guessed it. To avoid this great disaster, how could there be no calamity?" the mysterious voice said lightly.

"The Human Portrait is a consumable. Even if they are willing to pay the price, they can only avoid the disaster, but they cannot break the calamity..."

"Because of this, throughout history, only three people have truly mastered the Three Corpses Illumination."

The mysterious voice paused slightly, and then became low and sinister.

"You have caused a great disaster. Do you know how terrifying that thing is? It is the nemesis of the Nascent Soul, the great calamity of becoming an immortal..."

"Three Corpses Illumination is not a common method. How many years has it been? How many years has it been since the Three Corpses God appeared in this rolling mortal world."

"One day, he will find you, suck dry your Nascent Soul, you are him, he is you, from now on, there is no distinction between you..."

"At that time, he will be truly complete!"

The mysterious voice echoed in the chaotic dark night, accompanied by the sound of heavy chain collisions, which made people's hair stand on end.

"How did the Three Corpses Daoist break the calamity back then?" Zhang Fan asked suddenly.

The mysterious voice was silent.

"He is the only person in a thousand years to master the Three Corpses Illumination. He must have a way to break the calamity."

"His way of breaking the calamity cannot be replicated. Precisely because it cannot be replicated, only he has done it in a thousand years," the mysterious voice replied.

"Not saying?" Zhang Fan whispered coldly.

"It has no meaning, and it has no value for reference," the mysterious voice said decisively.

"If you don't say it, I'll find it myself."

Zhang Fan took a step, and the giant shadow suddenly dissolved. The sky full of shadows surged, like a river breaking its banks, like an ocean churning.

Zhang Fan was swept into the endless waves. He was already familiar with exploring the Three Corpses Nascent Pill. With a wave of his hand, a stream of light shattered.

Immediately after, endless light and shadow flickered and intertwined, pouring into his Nascent Soul like bubbles.

Cang Mountain towered, the bright moon hung in the sky.

The rolling mountain range rose and fell, the Qi divided into Yin and Yang, the momentum like a dragon and tiger.

On Long Hu Mountain, the Great Luo Bao Hall.

In the copper furnace in front of the hall, fire light rose, reflecting the vast dark night. Inside the hall, the statues of the Three Pure Ones sat high on the altar, and the incense was endless.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, pressing the candle flame to bend, startling the clouds and smoke.

Almost at the same time, a man appeared in the Great Luo Bao Hall. He was about forty years old, with a beard, unkempt, and his deep eyes seemed to be filled with the vicissitudes of time and the drifting of the human world.

He was wearing a tattered robe, barefoot, and walked into the Great Luo Bao Hall of Long Hu Mountain in such a grand manner.

"Three Corpses Daoist!"

Zhang Fan had explored the 【Three Corpses Nascent Pill】 three times in total. Once was the scene of the Three Corpses Daoist in his youth, and the other two were his youth.

This time, the Three Corpses Daoist appeared even more vicissitudinous. He drifted in time, washed away the lead, and although his aura did not emit a trace, he faintly had the style of the world's number one great expert.

"Who is it? Daring to break into Long Hu Mountain at night?"

Just then, two Daoist priests on night duty immediately became alert, jumped up, held Dharma swords, their gazes sharp as electricity, staring fixedly at the Three Corpses Daoist.

"People from the Zhang family!?"

The Three Corpses Daoist looked at the two Daoist priests in front of him, expressionless. He was like a gust of wind, walking past them.

The two Daoist priests didn't even see clearly, their bodies trembled, and they fell down.

The Three Corpses Daoist didn't even look and walked to the side of the hall. A painting was drawn on the entire wall. I don't know which master of painting and calligraphy it was. The deep mountains captured the gods, the momentum was magnificent. In the sky, several white cranes flew by. Under the green pine, a Daoist sat cross-legged. Not far away, there was also a white crane standing, larger than other peers, with vermilion like a crown on its forehead.

Blue sky and white cranes, Daoist in the deep mountains.

Such a painting was left in the most conspicuous position of the 【Great Luo Bao Hall】 of Long Hu Mountain, with small characters beside it: There is a thing mixed together, born before heaven and earth, silent and lonely, independent and unchanging, circulating without end, can be the mother of heaven and earth...

"He Ming Mountain!" The Three Corpses Daoist looked at the painting in front of him and whispered.

The Dao begins from heaven, tracing the source, but it can be discussed from the Three Emperors ruling the world and the Five Emperors teaching and transforming. However...

Truly 【Establishing a Sect】 began from the ancestor of Long Hu Mountain, Ancestor Three Tian Shi Zhang Daoling.

Legend has it that Supreme Old Lord descended to the mortal world to pass on the Dharma, and he realized the Dao at He Ming Mountain.

Since then, the Daoist community has been vast, and the world respects it together.

Ancestor Three Tian Shi Zhang Daoling was also honored as the ancestor of the Daoist community, the ancestor of ten thousand mysteries.

"He Ming Mountain..."

The Three Corpses Daoist looked at the painting in front of him, thoughtful. He had also recited scriptures and worked in the Great Luo Bao Hall when he was young. He didn't know how many times he had seen this painting.

After many years, revisiting the old place and seeing this painting again, he had a different feeling.

"You're back, you're finally back."

Just then, an old voice came from behind, and the jumping candlelight reflected that tall but old figure.

That person was wearing a purple Daoist robe. The moment he stepped into the Great Luo Bao Hall, the incense in the hall surrounded him.

"Zhang Taixu..."

The Three Corpses Daoist didn't look back. He stood with his hands behind his back, that kind of charm, as if even the Long Hu Mountain under his feet was suppressed by him.

"Number one in the world... everyone outside says you are number one in the world... but I don't quite believe it," Zhang Taixu said lightly.

"What if you are number one in the world? What if you are not number one in the world?" The Three Corpses Daoist shook his head.

"As long as I am here for one day, the world's Daoist community must lower their heads by three points."

The faint fire light jumped. Such words made even this Master of Long Hu Mountain's eyes jump.

"Is it Zhang Kongming who said this?" Zhang Taixu sneered.

"Zhang Kongming?" The Three Corpses Daoist shook his head.

"It is the Master of the Wu Wei Sect who said this!"

Hum...

As soon as these words came out, the bell in the Great Luo Bao Hall rang loudly, and the rising momentum seemed to be unable to suppress even the immortals sitting in the hall.

"Three Corpses Daoist... what a Three Corpses Daoist..."

"Back then, you also practiced here... In the final analysis, you also have the surname Zhang," Zhang Taixu whispered.

"Formless gives birth to ten thousand forms, doing nothing and yet nothing is left undone..."

The Three Corpses Daoist whispered: "What is the difference between having the surname Zhang and not having it?"

"Zhang Taixu, do you think that by practicing 【Great Floating Earth】 and 【Jia-Sheng-Gui-Si】 together, you can suppress me?"

"Life and death are rootless duckweed, but the wonderful earth is a treasure realm of creation, born into death, from death to life..." The Three Corpses Daoist laughed.

"Do you also want to sit on this throne of number one in the world?"

Such wild words, if spoken by anyone else in the world in front of Zhang Taixu, could only be called ignorant of the height of heaven and earth.

Because he is Zhang Taixu, the leader of the world's Daoist community, the strongest Master of Long Hu Mountain.

Unfortunately, such words were spoken by the Three Corpses Daoist, whose momentum had already been formed.

Zhang Taixu looked at the Three Corpses Daoist who had always kept his back to him, and did not express his position. He was silent for a moment, then whispered: "Then why did you come back?"

"I came to see this painting," the Three Corpses Daoist said lightly.

"He Ming Mountain realizing the Dao!" Zhang Taixu raised his head, his gaze following the Three Corpses Daoist, looking at the ancient painting on the wall.

This painting would not be strange to any Zhang family disciple.

"Realizing the Dao?" The Three Corpses Daoist shook his head.

"Zhang Taixu, are you deliberately saying it wrong? Or do you really not know."

"What do you want to say?" Zhang Taixu's eyes narrowed, and he said in a low voice.

"The manuscripts of the ancestors of the Zhang family should have mentioned it..."

The Three Corpses Daoist whispered: "This painting shouldn't be called He Ming Mountain Realizing the Dao, but should be called..."

"Discussing the Dao!"

Two simple words made Zhang Taixu's old eyelids lift violently. His gaze almost narrowed into a line, staring fixedly at the Three Corpses Daoist.

"Zhang Taixu, do you know? This painting is actually only half drawn..." The Three Corpses Daoist changed the subject and said suddenly.

"I have seen the other half in the Wu Wei Sect..."

As he spoke, the Three Corpses Daoist pointed.

"White cranes circling and flying, flowing clouds leisurely lying high, under the green pine, by the stream... there is another person there, sitting and discussing the Dao with the Dao Ancestor..."

"Don't say any more," Zhang Taixu said in a low voice.

In the Great Luo Bao Hall, the incense rose like boiling water.

"It seems you know..." The Three Corpses Daoist whispered.

"The source of the Daoist community, when the mysterious gate opened, what kind of person could sit and discuss the Dao with the Dao Ancestor?" The Three Corpses Daoist laughed.

His mouth curled up slightly, like madness and mockery.

"That person's Daoist title is Three Corpses... and he is also the founder of the Wu Wei Sect!"

The indifferent words echoed in the Great Luo Bao Hall. The He Ming Mountain Discussing the Dao painting seemed to become vivid at this moment, with blue clouds leisurely and white cranes calling.

Heaven and earth were vast, and it seemed that only those two figures remained.

One of them was the ancestor of the Daoist community, Zhang Daoling.

The other was not in the painting, but looking at the light and shadow of the Daoist community for more than two thousand years, his existence and his influence were everywhere.

Three Corpses Daoist!!

(End of chapter)