Chapter 412: The Danyuan Dharma Assembly! The Dispute Over Blessed Lands and Incense

The bright carriage became dim and bright, and the youth slowly stood up, his figure suddenly becoming tall, like a shadow pressing down...

The surrounding passengers instantly became a background board; they seemed like ghosts in a quagmire, permanently frozen there, without joy, without laughter, not even having emotions or sorrow.

"Soul-Aspect Outer Scene!?"

Wan Wan Ren Shan's expression changed suddenly, and he stood up abruptly. He looked at Zhang Wuming, a look of deep astonishment surging in his pupils.

This youth had actually pulled him and his junior sister into the Soul-Aspect Outer Scene in the blink of an eye.

With such means, he was undoubtedly a great expert.

"You... who are you? This is already the territory of Xijiang Province; we are disciples of 【Gezao Mountain】."

Zhong He Ningyan also saw Zhang Wuming's power. At this moment, she reported her family name, hoping to use this to deter the other party.

"Gezao Mountain!?"

In the corner, Zhang Fan's heart stirred, revealing a strange expression.

Gezao Mountain was the ancestral home of the Daoist Gezao Lingbao sect, once one of the 【Sanshan of Talismans】, listed alongside the Maoshan Maoshan Shangqing sect and the Long Hu Zhengyi sect, almost monopolizing the authority to grant talismans in the Daoist sect's altar.

The so-called "granting talismans" was for Daoist priests to inherit the Dharma lineage, obtaining the qualification to summon gods and perform magic; those who had not received the talisman would have their magic be ineffective and would instead suffer heavenly punishment.

To put it plainly, only by receiving the talisman could one be considered a true Daoist priest, able to practice, able to perform magic.

From this, one could see how great the authority and status of the Sanshan of Talismans were in Daoist history.

It was just that later, the Sanshan of Talismans all returned to Long Hu.

Long Hu Mountain unified the southern Daoist sects, and the Zhengyi sect became the sole power from then on.

Only the Quanzhen sect, represented by the Bai He Temple in the north, could compete with it, thus forming the pattern of the two major sects: Zhengyi in the south and Quanzhen in the north.

The former Sanshan of Talismans, besides the Maoshan Maoshan Shangqing which still stood in the Daoist sects, with flourishing incense and an unbroken inheritance.

Gezao Mountain had gradually declined as early as the Ming and Qing dynasties; it was only after the founding of the country that it gradually restored its Daoist inheritance.

"So they are disciples of Gezao Mountain!?" Zhang Fan suddenly realized.

No wonder these two people were filled with disdain and resentment whenever they opened their mouths about the Long Hu Mountain Zhang family.

In Xijiang Province, the only ones who could suppress Gezao Mountain were Long Hu Mountain and Mount Sanqing Mountain, especially Long Hu Mountain. Back then, the Sanshan of Talismans all returned to Long Hu, which became the turning point for Gezao Mountain's decline.

"Disciples of Gezao Mountain, truly enemies are destined to meet." Zhang Wuming chuckled.

The history of the Long Hu Mountain Zhang family had fought with the Wu Wei Gate and had fought with many sects in the Daoist world, never once suffering defeat.

Back then, during the struggle of the Sanshan of Talismans, Gezao Mountain was also a great enemy.

Now that times had changed, the disciples of the two major sects met again, but it was no longer the same people.

*Hum... *

Suddenly, Zhang Wuming took a step. His soul was no longer the same; it pressed down like a mountain, heavy and extraordinary, and the fluctuations he stirred up were like a giant rock sinking into a lake, stirring up a thousand layers of waves.

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan felt the unusual fluctuations and could not help but reveal a strange expression.

As a Northern Zhang disciple, Zhang Wuming had not 【Sealed the God and Established the Image】, so he was not considered mainstream in the Northern Zhang, but placed outside, he was also a youth leader, not something ordinary experts could compare to.

However, since parting in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, Zhang Wuming seemed to have improved quite a bit, and the speed of his progress made even Zhang Fan look at him with admiration.

*Rumble... *

Wan Wan Ren Shan's expression changed suddenly. Feeling unprecedented danger, he slapped his forehead, and red light rose from the top of his head, as if a piece of cinnabar clouds appeared.

"Clouds rise and cinnabar clouds appear, red light is seen overhead. The ancestor grants the Dharma talisman, bestowing the talisman to refine demons!"

Wan Wan Ren Shan gave a soft shout. Three feet above his head, red light surged, like great fire burning, and strands of flame patterns like a brush moving like a dragon or snake, winding and outlining, turning into a strange talisman, shining in the void, surging toward Zhang Wuming.

"Great Fire Burning God Talisman!"

The great fire burns but does not destroy people, specifically using this fire to destroy the soul.

That terrifying talisman was like a ball of fire, every flame pattern being a part of the talisman's composition. In a square inch of space, it immediately became like a burning purgatory, trapping Zhang Wuming's soul within it.

"Showing off in front of an expert."

Zhang Wuming chuckled. Suddenly, his soul shook violently. The originally heavy soul seemed to melt, becoming incomparably vast and incomparably deep.

Immediately after, that 【Great Fire Burning God Talisman】 was completely integrated into Zhang Wuming's soul.

His soul, like a terrifying talisman, actually swallowed that talisman by force, completely merging... melting and leaking, not distinguishing between each other.

"Hmm? What kind of Daoist technique is this?" Zhang Fan's eyes lit up.

Since he successfully merged the spirits, his memory had also recovered. When he was young, whether it was Zhang Lingzong or Li Li Linglong, they had taught him quite a few things, especially regarding the Daoist techniques of the Long Hu Mountain Zhang family, which he also knew well.

Clearly, the magic technique Zhang Wuming performed was not from the Long Hu Zhang family.

"You..."

Wan Wan Ren Shan's expression changed suddenly; he simply could not believe that one of his most proud talisman techniques, specifically for restraining souls, was actually forcibly swallowed by the other party's soul!?

Such means were simply unheard of.

"Put on your socks before your shoes, be a grandson before you are a grandfather... with your meager cultivation, you actually dare to show off in public?"

Zhang Wuming gave a cold laugh.

Suddenly, red light covered the ground, and hot wind burned.

Wan Wan Ren Shan's pupils contracted suddenly, and he saw red everywhere before his eyes.

*Rumble... *

The next moment, the sound of the high-speed train speeding returned to the long carriage, and the original dimness faded, the carriage returning to brightness.

The surrounding passengers were resting or chatting... it seemed no one realized what had just happened.

Wan Wan Ren Shan and Zhong He Ningyan were still sitting in their seats, but their eyes were empty, as if frozen, not moving at all.

In the distance, Zhang Wuming stood in his seat, as if he had never moved. His gaze turned slightly, landing on Zhang Fan, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, revealing a kind smile, and then he left his seat and walked over.

"Long time no see."

Zhang Wuming sat down beside Zhang Fan on his own.

"Good skills. How long has it been since we parted in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains? You have improved quite a bit." Zhang Fan said meaningfully.

"You flatter me, you are even more exaggerated." Zhang Wuming grinned.

"Tsk tsk, Northern Zhang really doesn't know how to cherish talent." Zhang Fan sighed.

Zhang Wuming had never been deified or had a statue erected for him, so naturally, he received no attention within the Northern Zhang; his status was merely bottom-tier, yet his temperament, talent, and shrewdness were top-tier.

"What did you do to them?" Zhang Fan asked.

He could feel that Wan Wan Ren Shan and Zhong He Ningyan's souls were very strange, as if they had been erased by someone, and as if they were still there.

"Rest assured, they aren't dead. I am not that kind of perverted serial killer who moves to kill at the slightest disagreement," Zhang Wuming chuckled.

"Just a small punishment."

Zhang Wuming's mind was not on those two. He looked at Zhang Fan, changing the subject: "What are you doing in Xijiang Province?"

Zhang Wuming and Zhang Fan had an extremely special relationship.

Both belonged to the Northern and Southern Zhang families; from the standpoint, the two should be like fire and water.

In the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, Zhang Wuming also almost died in Zhang Fan's hands, but they became acquainted through this opportunity.

Zhang Wuming killed Northern Zhang disciples, and this handle was firmly held in Zhang Fan's hands, which could be considered his letter of introduction.

Later, he followed Zhang Fan and Li Li Miaoyin deep into the Ten Thousand Great Mountains to find the True Dragon Treasure Horn, which could be considered a friendship of life and death.

Although the two were separated in the north and south, the bonds and connections between them were extremely deep.

"Killing," Zhang Fan said indifferently.

For Zhang Wuming, he had nothing to hide.

"Yu Yu Xuanji!?" Zhang Wuming blurted out.

"You are indeed very smart. Northern Zhang is truly blind," Zhang Fan sighed.

"Is it hard to guess?" Zhang Wuming chuckled. ===== CHAPTER 413 =====