Chapter 357

Lou Lou Hechuan is dead!

This old man who rose in the era of Southern Zhang, who was once given high hopes by Zhang Tiansheng, who followed the former power-holder of Jiangnan Province, Jiang Your Majesty, is dead...

Died in Shangjing, died on the unfinished road of life, died on the path of seeking immortality without hope...

"How could this be? How could he be dead? He was fine before he left."

Zhang Fan's eyes trembled; he couldn't believe it at all; the sound and smile of this old man appeared in his mind.

Southern Zhang had great kindness to him, but he also had deep feelings for Southern Zhang; if it weren't for him risking his life to dig Zhang Lingzong out of the pile of dead people back then, how would there be Zhang Fan today?

Not to mention, later he had many dealings with Jiangnan Province, and this old man also took care of him a lot.

Before Lou Lou Hechuan left for Shangjing, Zhang Fan had specifically visited him; the old man said he would probably retire from the front line and spend the rest of his life peacefully.

The sound and smile of the past were still before his eyes; who would have thought that this parting would be forever.

"The news from Shangjing says... Old Lou had a sudden heart attack and died after rescue," Wu Wu Qingnang said in a low voice; his face was calm, but no joy or anger could be seen.

"Heart attack!?"

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, then said coldly: "He is an expert in the Zhai Shou Realm, his life cultivation is complete, his inner elixir has been born; although that body is old, it can be called leak-free, how could he have a heart attack?"

"Is this lying to ghosts?"

Zhang Fan's voice became cold as frost.

Wu Wu Qingnang's eyelids lifted slightly, and he looked at Zhang Fan deeply.

"The meaning from Shangjing is that Old Lou had great merits and great faults in his life; since the person is gone, let bygones be bygones; the funeral should be simple, no mourning hall should be set up, and no memorial service should be held..."

Bang...

Zhang Fan clenched his fists tightly, slammed them on the table, stood up, said nothing, turned around, and left.

"Little Zhang..."

Wu Wu Qingnang looked at Zhang Fan's back and called out.

Zhang Fan's figure paused slightly, stopped, and turned around.

"Everyone in the world has their own fate; the so-called ending is already destined on the day of choice..." Wu Wu Qingnang said in a low voice.

"You mean Old Lou had already anticipated that he would have such a day?" Zhang Fan whispered coldly; he turned his head and looked at Wu Wu Qingnang.

"Then I want to know, who set this ending for him?"

"Jiang Your Majesty?"

"Watch your words!" Wu Wu Qingnang's brows furrowed, and he said in a deep voice.

"A person like President Jiang would not abuse private punishment."

"Is that so? I see," Zhang Fan was silent for a moment, his expression becoming more and more lonely and desolate.

"Acting President Wu... President Wu... Old Lou's remains..."

"Cremated on the spot, ashes transported back to Jiangnan Province to be buried in a chosen place... He has no descendants or relatives; the meaning above is to choose a cemetery in Bai Yujing, and the expenses will be paid by the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance," Wu Wu Qingnang said in a solemn voice.

Lou Lou Hechuan was lonely all his life; he left this life to Jiangnan Province.

"I see; please inform me, President Wu, when the place is chosen," Zhang Fan nodded.

"I understand," Wu Wu Qingnang whispered.

"Immortals are originally made by mortals; it's just that mortals' will is not firm... President Wu, there are many trials in the human world; who do you think can reach the end of this road?"

Zhang Fan murmured, as if talking to Wu Wu Qingnang, but without waiting for the other party to answer, he turned and left.

That figure looked extremely lonely and desolate, as if the world was vast, and only this one person existed.

"Immortals are originally made by mortals; it's just that mortals' will is not firm..."

Wu Wu Qingnang looked at Zhang Fan's back, the expression on his face still calm, without any ripples.

"In the red dust and turbid world, everyone we meet is here to help us respond to trials... in the end, there is only ourselves..."

Wu Wu Qingnang whispered leisurely, opening the thermos cup beside him, where purple-brown liquid could be faintly seen.

"President, your mutton paomo is here, without mutton, coriander, and green onions."

Just at this moment, a young man walked over, carrying a steaming mutton paomo.

It was late at night; Zhang Fan returned to his room, entered stillness to practice, and mysteriously refined his soul-aspect.

He had to admit that Lou Lou Hechuan's death made his thoughts rise and his consciousness restless.

This is the sorrow of being in the red dust; things are complicated, human feelings are pulled, and any slight change makes thoughts fly, thoughts grow, and then emotions are bred, consciousness is restless, affecting the soul-aspect.

Therefore, in ancient times, Daoist practitioners liked to stay away from the red dust and escape into deep mountains to avoid the disturbance of secular affairs and avoid the pulling of human feelings.

In fact, this does help soul-aspect cultivation, but it is not true skill.

Things arise from people, people are refined in things; it is easy to generate feelings but difficult to forget them; only the Supreme can obtain the Dao.

Zhang Fan operated the 【Divine Demon Holy Fetus】, taking the generated thoughts as medicine; all kinds of emotions melted in his body like a torrent, his consciousness gradually became silent, his soul-aspect grew stronger, and the two grew and fell, like the wonderful interaction of Yin and Yang.

It must be said that although people in the red dust will experience many things, they can also be tempered from them; just like cultivation, trials are also fate.

Half an hour later, Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes, his thoughts were clear, his emotions calmed, and the eight soul-lights became more condensed.

"Knock knock knock..."

Just at this moment, a knock on the door came; Zhang Fan subconsciously looked at the time on the wall clock, it was already past one in the morning.

He got up to open the door; Meng Qi was standing outside the door.

"So late, is there news?"

"Hmm, there's finally a clue; come with me," Meng Qi said in a solemn voice.

"Alright!"

Zhang Fan didn't hesitate, followed Meng Qi out of the Yunshen Clubhouse, got into the car parked outside, and drove into the vast night.

He was now racing against time with the Wang family, snatching Qin Ergou's only chance of survival.

"Someone saw Qin Ergou on Mount Zhongnan," Meng Qi said indifferently.

"Mount Zhongnan? Did he return to the sect?" Zhang Fan asked.

"You might not know much about Mount Zhongnan."

In the car, Meng Qi said in a solemn voice.

Among the ten famous Daoist mountains in the world, Mount Zhongnan is the most special; besides the main peak where the sect is located, Mount Zhongnan has had the saying of "a thousand peaks of emerald" since ancient times, with five large valleys, over a hundred small valleys, countless mountain ruins, stretching vertically and horizontally for hundreds of miles.

Precisely because of this, since ancient times, all those who lived in seclusion and avoided the world entered Mount Zhongnan.

During the Tang Dynasty, the trend of entering Mount Zhongnan for seclusion was at its peak.

When Zhang Fan was a child, he learned an ancient poem called 【Seeking the Hermit but Not Meeting】, asking the boy under the pine tree, saying the master went to pick medicine, only in this mountain. The clouds are deep and the place is unknown.

This poem uses Mount Zhongnan as a metaphor for the Penglai Immortal Realm.

To this day, there are still many people who stay away from big cities and enter Mount Zhongnan, looking for a quiet place to build a hut and live in seclusion.

The Mount Zhongnan Meng Qi mentioned refers to Mount Zhongnan in a broad sense.

"He is quite smart; with many peaks and mountains, it is truly a place for hidden dragons and hidden abysses," Zhang Fan closed his eyes slightly and murmured.

"I'm afraid he will be killed in the secular world before his dragon momentum is formed," Meng Qi said in a solemn voice.

Since she got the news, the Wang family would naturally know too; it just depends on whose actions are faster.

If Qin Ergou is found by the Wang family first, it will be ten deaths and no life.

Rumble...

An hour and a half later, the car drove into the Mount Zhongnan range; the mountains stretched and undulated, the momentum was natural, like a dragon coiling on the ground, with thousands of weather, looking from afar, a high peak stood among the mountains, like a heavenly pillar, majestic and vast.

"That is Taiyi Mountain, the main peak of Mount Zhongnan, and also where the sect is located," Meng Qi whispered.

Zhang Fan looked at it and couldn't help but sigh; this is the true blessed land of the Daoist sects, faintly having the atmosphere of immortals.

In fact, he had already been here once last time, but he only saw it in a hurry; looking at it again this time, he had a different feeling.

Mount Zhongnan belongs to an important part of the three-thousand-mile Qin Ling Mountains; the latter is one of the three great dragon veins of China, originating from the Ancestor Mount Kunlun, naturally having extraordinary weather.

In ancient times, it was regarded as the first of the seventy-two blessed lands of the Daoist sects; in history, immortal figures like the Qiu Ancestor, Wang Ancestor, and Lv Ancestor all practiced here.

Thinking of this past, Zhang Fan suddenly felt a move in his heart and couldn't help but ask: "Back then, True Person Wang Chongyang dug a tomb under Mount Zhongnan to retreat and practice, mysteriously refining the Great Law, eventually becoming one of the land immortals..."

"Is that Living Dead Tomb also among the peaks of Mount Zhongnan?"

"Correct."