Chapter 402: Revisiting Old Grounds! The Closing Disciple Appears

Jiangbei Province, Zhenwu Mountain.

Revisiting old grounds after more than a year, there is a unique taste in my heart.

Sitting on the sightseeing bus, wandering on the long and winding mountain road, Zhang Fan looked out the window, the green trees on both sides constantly flying backward, couldn't help but feel a thousand emotions.

Last time he came, the person sitting beside him was Li Yishan.

At that time, he had just graduated from university and hadn't escaped the calamity of the Great Night Without Light. He was just an ordinary person who didn't know what cultivation was.

Now, in just over a year, his life had undergone earth-shaking changes.

"You seem to have a lot of feelings."

Li Miaoyin sat beside Zhang Fan, looked at his distracted eyes, and couldn't help but say.

"When I came last time, I was still in the Great Night Without Light, which was on Zhenwu Mountain, and I started to wake up." Zhang Fan sighed.

Life is short for a hundred years, looking forward to longevity, it is just like a mayfly, born in the morning and dying in the evening, in a flash. To have such excitement and opportunities is truly mysterious and extraordinary.

"Zhenwu Mountain is a blessed land of the Daoist family, a mysterious courtyard of the mysterious gate. Back then, Lu Zu came here to cultivate and realize the Dao." Li Miaoyin looked at the scenery outside the window and whispered.

"Even if an ordinary person comes, if they hold a sincere heart, they will have fate."

"You are right." Zhang Fan nodded.

"The way of utmost sincerity can be known in advance."

In the world's affairs, there is no distinction between difficulty and ease. The key lies in the word "sincerity."

What sincerity?

Utmost focus and refinement, as if helped by gods, is sincerity.

No thoughts arise, acting without a heart, is sincerity.

When sincerity is reached, no thoughts arise, no heart and no desire, this is called a god.

At that time, worshiping gods is worshiping oneself.

Everything established by oneself is a temple, where one's heart is, the gods are vast, what one thinks in one's heart, everything can be achieved.

Unfortunately, the world does not know this truth. The high candles and incense they hold, the golden bodies they cast, do not show their sincerity, but their desires.

With such putting the cart before the horse, how can the gods be vast, and how can one get what one wants?

"Wu Wei Wu Wei, acting without a heart... that is the way of utmost sincerity, obtaining the true meaning of the Daoist family..." Zhang Fan whispered.

"Cough, cough..."

Before the words fell, Ge Shuangxiu, sitting in the front row, coughed.

"Can you be quieter? This is Zhenwu Mountain." Ge Shuangxiu turned his head and said in a low voice.

His peripheral vision subconsciously scanned the surroundings. Now it is the off-season for tourism. Most of the people appearing on Zhenwu Mountain these two days are Daoist people who have come to watch the ceremony. It is hard to say if there are any on this bus.

"A momentary emotion." Zhang Fan smiled awkwardly.

"Ahead is the Purple Firmament Palace."

Not far away, a magnificent and primitive palace appeared in sight. When Zhang Fan first came, he met Jiang Lai at the 【Purple Firmament Palace】.

"Zhang Fan..."

Just after getting off the bus, a sharp cry came from afar. Zhang Fan looked closely and saw a familiar face.

"Daoist Pojie." Zhang Fan was overjoyed.

When he was on Zhenwu Mountain back then, he received a lot of care from Daoist Pojie.

"There are many things these two days, otherwise I should have gone down the mountain to pick you up yesterday." Daoist Pojie greeted him.

Just after getting off the plane yesterday, Zhang Fan sent a text message to Daoist Pojie.

"Too polite, I know there are many people on the mountain these two days, it must be crazy busy." Zhang Fan smiled lightly: "After you finish this, I will treat you to a foot wash."

"Cough, cough..." Daoist Pojie's throat was a bit uncomfortable.

"These two are my friends." Zhang Fan understood and introduced them with a smile.

"Ge Shuangxiu!"

"Li Miaoyin!"

"Met Daoist." Both of them bowed and saluted.

Daoist Pojie returned the salute, his gaze sweeping over Ge Shuangxiu, but staying on Li Miaoyin for half a moment, his expression a bit strange.

"Let's go, I'll welcome you in. Tonight, everyone has to light lamps and keep watch in the Purple Firmament Palace until the ceremony starts tomorrow." Daoist Pojie led the way.

"What about Chu True Person?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Master, and all the Celestial Masters are on the Golden Summit." Daoist Pojie said solemnly.

These two days, those who can live on the Golden Summit of Zhenwu Mountain are Three Tian Shi-level figures. Below the Three Tian Shi, they have no qualifications to go up.

"Daoist Pojie, tomorrow is the disciple-recruitment ceremony, why are you repairing the palace at this time."

Still outside the Purple Firmament Palace, Zhang Fan saw from afar that the back half of the Purple Firmament Palace had been sealed off, and sheds had been set up.

"Don't mention it." Daoist Pojie shook his head.

"Why? Is there a hidden story?" Zhang Fan looked at Daoist Pojie's expression and couldn't help but pursue the question.

Daoist Pojie wanted to speak but stopped. He looked left and right, and then lowered his voice: "Say it where you say it, I'll tell you, don't spread it around."

"Rest assured, my mouth is the tightest." Zhang Fan nodded.

"Someone fought in the Purple Firmament Palace yesterday, damaging the palace, so..."

"What? Zhenwu Mountain ceremony, and someone dared to fight here, and even damaged the palace?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but shout.

This is like being a guest at someone else's house, and it's a house of princes and nobles, fighting at the banquet, flipping the table, smashing things, not to mention losing manners, it's simply slapping the host's face.

"This is too ruleless." Zhang Fan said solemnly.

"Who said it wasn't? You say who would get off the plane, before their butt is even hot, and fight with the guests, you say this kind of person..." Daoist Pojie wanted to speak but stopped.

Ge Shuangxiu and Li Miaoyin looked at Zhang Fan at the same time.

"Why are you looking at me?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and then asked: "Which sect's disciple is so ignorant? This wouldn't let the elders in the sect clean them up to death?"

Such a thing that loses manners and has no brains can only be done by a young person who is young and vigorous, and impulsive for a while.

But then again, if young people are not vigorous, are they still called young!?

"Not a junior..." Daoist Pojie shook his head.

He paused for a moment, looked around, and then whispered: "It's Ye Three Tian Shi."

"Ye Beichen? Ye Beichen of Mount Zhongnan? Ye Three Tian Shi?" Zhang Fan's eyes widened and he blurted out.

"Shh, keep your voice down."

Daoist Pojie hurriedly pressed Zhang Fan down.

"No... he is a Three Tian Shi, and he is so impulsive? We young people can't do this kind of thing." Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

Ge Shuangxiu remained silent.

Li Miaoyin looked at him and didn't speak.

"What happened? What made Ye Three Tian Shi so angry?" Zhang Fan asked curiously.

He believed in the Three Tian Shi's cultivation of Qi, thoughts not following, forgetting both things and self, how could he easily get angry? I think something outrageous and unbearable must have happened.

"Nothing happened, just... just two people met, and before they could say two words, they started fighting." Daoist Pojie said helplessly.

"Two people? Who is the one who fought with Ye Three Tian Shi?" Zhang Fan grasped the key to the problem.

Being able to make Ye Beichen angry and being able to fight with him must be an extraordinary person. ===== CHAPTER 403 =====