Chapter 413

Xijiang Province, Hongzhou City.

Late at night, a silver-white car drove on National Highway 502.

Inside the car, the light was dim and weak. Zhang Wuming lowered his head to look at his phone. The lit-up screen was densely packed with text, and he did not know if it was some isolated Daoist book or a mysterious classic.

His figure was straight, his eyes gathered into light, and not a trace of his divine sense was emitted. He was fully focused, forgetting both himself and the world, as if he no longer knew what heaven and earth were.

Such a mysterious and profound state made even Zhang Fan look twice.

Daoist books say that the human heart loves stillness, but desires pull it. Often send away its desires, and the heart will be still; clarify its heart, and the spirit will be clear.

Those whose spirits can be clear by themselves must enter the Pure Yang Limitless Realm.

Although Zhang Wuming had not 【Sealed the God and Established the Image】 in the Northern Zhang, such aptitude, such character, such sincerity and seriousness toward cultivation had exceeded the vast majority of people.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan could not help but be curious about what kind of classic could make him immerse himself in it, unify his thoughts, and forget both himself and the world.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Fan could not help but ask.

Zhang Wuming seemed not to have heard; he seemed to have entered another world, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, and the space in front of him was empty as if there was nothing.

"Good character," Zhang Fan sighed in his heart and stopped speaking.

Just at this moment, Zhang Wuming seemed to have wandered back from another world. He put down his phone and rubbed his brows.

"What were you looking at just now? Long Hu Mountain's classics? Or the Northern Zhang's refining methods?" Zhang Fan asked when he saw this.

"You mean this?"

Zhang Wuming held up his phone. Zhang Fan looked at the screen presented in front of him and could not help but be stunned for a moment.

The screen showed the bookshelf of a reading app, and it was impressively collecting...

"Traveling to the Middle Ages and the Black Death Breaks Out, I Awakened the Divine Doctor System"

"Saving Kennedy, Starting by Sending Him a Level 3 Helmet"

"The Rich Young Master Fell in Love with Me Who Was Taking Care of My Grandson at Home"

……

"……"

Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and looked at Zhang Wuming, his expression becoming strange.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Wuming asked.

"No... nothing."

Zhang Fan shook his head and gently patted his own face.

"Where are we going now?" Zhang Fan shifted the topic and asked.

"Qingyun Temple!" Zhang Wuming said in a deep voice.

The Long Hu Zhang family has left the land of Xijiang for eighty years, divided between north and south, and countless people are watching. Moving one hair affects the whole body; it is impossible to say that they can return just because they want to.

What's more, the ancestral teachings are still there; no Zhang family member is allowed to step on their native land again.

"Did the ancestral teachings make the Zhang family kill each other?" Zhang Fan laughed coldly.

Zhang Wuming pondered for a moment and then said: "The impact of the great calamity of the Daoist sects is too great."

"This is the place where the Zhang family responds to the calamity, so the clan is also very taboo about it and attaches great importance to this ancestral teaching."

"But they also cannot abandon the land of Xijiang. After all, the people of the Zhang family will eventually have to return one day."

"In these years, the Northern Zhang has secretly supported and cultivated many experts."

"In the entire Xijiang Province, there are thirty-six great temples and seventy-two small temples..."

These Daoist temples naturally cannot be compared with the behemoths that have been passed down for thousands of years like Mount Sanqing, Mount Gezao, and Mount Magu, but adding them up is also a force that cannot be underestimated.

In ancient times, before the end of the Dharma, alchemy experts emerged one after another.

In those years, only those who truly reached the 【Guan Zhu】 realm could become the master of a temple and occupy a blessed land of a mountain.

Now, in the era of the end of the Dharma, the Dao is difficult to pass on, and there are not so many requirements.

Guan Zhu has long since become a common position.

In some bustling downtown areas, there are Daoist temples. Putting on that Daoist robe, one is the master of a temple, confusing the believers in the red dust and earning that yellow and white incense.

It must be said that this is the end of the world for cultivation and the sorrow of the Daoist sects.

The Northern Zhang cultivated temple masters of all sizes, with uneven strength; the weak ones could not even cultivate to the high merit realm, and the strong ones even had great experts in the Zhai Shou realm.

Zhang Wuming's step into Xijiang Province this time is to integrate these Daoist temples of all sizes, participate in the Danyuan Dharma Assembly, and earn some capital and lay a foundation for the Zhang family to return to Xijiang and return to Long Hu in the future.

"Not a good job," Zhang Fan says in a deep voice.

Not to mention, in the Danyuan Dharma Assembly, whether these Daoist temples can snatch food from the mouths of the big sects like Mount Sanqing and Mount Gezao, just wanting to integrate these loose Daoist temples is not an easy thing.

People's hearts are easy to scatter and most difficult to unify. Even the Long Hu Mountain Zhang family has the struggle between the north and the south, not to mention these dependent followers!?

"You are right. The Zhang family has been away for too long, and people's hearts are unpredictable. These people occupy this place, just like frontier officials, and it is inevitable that they will have other thoughts," Zhang Wuming nodded and said.

"If one can be the leader, who would be willing to be under others!?"

"So we go to Qingyun Temple first."

The master of Qingyun Temple, Pang Qingyun, is the most loyal one among the many experts supported and cultivated by the Northern Zhang.

Almost every year, he personally goes to the Northern Zhang to pay tribute and pay respects.

Therefore, the Northern Zhang has a high evaluation of him and has given him quite a bit of help and convenience.

"Pang Qingyun's aptitude, originally being able to cultivate to high merit, was already the limit."

"I heard that last year, he already stepped into the 【Great Being】 realm, and the light of the soul has already been born," Zhang Wuming says in a deep voice.

"It seems the Northern Zhang values him very much," Zhang Fan says indifferently.

"Pang Qingyun is a talent. He has great energy. In his early years, he was engaged in smuggling, and he is very open in both the black and white worlds of the secular world," Zhang Wuming says indifferently.

Pang Qingyun has the ability and is loyal enough. With his help, he can understand the situation of the Daoist temples of all sizes in Xijiang Province, which is convenient for integration.

Zhang Wuming's first step back to Xijiang is naturally incomparably steady.

"Dealing with people and things, correcting chaos and returning to the right... is also cultivation."

Zhang Wuming slowly closed his eyes, and his body vaguely exuded a calmness and atmosphere that did not match his age.

……

Late at night, the big moon hangs high.

In the suburbs of Hongzhou City, in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, a Daoist temple is hidden by the lake, ancient and solemn, with a long and lingering charm.

Inside the temple, the incense is curling and endless, and the sound of bells can be vaguely heard.

Qingyun Temple is located in the 【South Bank Scenic Area】. On weekdays, the incense is prosperous and there are many believers, especially on the first and fifteenth of the lunar month, many pilgrims come to queue before dawn, waiting to enter the temple to offer the first incense to show their sincerity.

"I have long wanted to get off this broken ship of the Northern Zhang."

Inside the quiet hall, a voice like a great bell rang out.

Under the divine altar, a man wearing a Daoist robe, holding a whisk, wearing two gold rings inlaid with gems on his right hand, with a ruddy complexion, and a scar on the corner of his eye extending to his ear.

Pang Qingyun rubbed his palms, slowly put down the whisk, turned around, and pinched a stick of incense.

"Brother Ming, the Three Pure Ones are above, my heart can be seen."

As he spoke, Pang Qingyun burned incense to pay respects, his eyes exuding a trace of piety.

Just at this moment, a man walked out from the corner, looking about thirty years old, with long hair gathered up and combed into a Daoist bun.

"Those who know the times are heroes," Ming Shenxiu says indifferently.

"The Zhang family is already a flower of yesterday. Brother Pang is planning a way out for himself."

"Brother, I come from Mount Gezao and have been tempered in the Dao Alliance Headquarters for many years. Now I still hold an important position in the 【Supernatural Association】. With you acting as a bridge, of course I know how to choose," Pang Qingyun laughs lightly.