Chapter 476: The Secret of the Eight-King Coffin-Carrying! The Last Surveillance Footage

Zhang Beiming, the first Lord of the North Zhang.

Eighty years ago, after the Great Daoist Calamity, he left the Jiangnan area with Zhang Taixu, headed north all the way, and finally became the Lord of the North Zhang.

"According to seniority, this first Lord of the North Zhang can be considered a disciple of the last Three Tian Shi," Boss Liang whispered.

"Back then, when the last Three Tian Shi of Long Hu Mountain stayed on Mount Zhongnan for two years, Zhang Beiming was by his side."

"Was this page of manuscript left behind at that time?" Zhang Fan thought thoughtfully.

"This Zhang Beiming had a very high reputation in the Long Hu Mountain Zhang family back then and was seen as a strong contender for the next Long Hu Mountain Sect Leader," Boss Liang whispered.

"Unfortunately, Long Hu Mountain was gone later."

"If he didn't have such a reputation, how could he become the Lord of the North Zhang?" Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

"Not only in Long Hu Mountain, but in the entire Daoist world at that time, this person could be considered one of the top experts. He fought with the Wu Wei Gate countless times. It is said that even the former number one expert in the world, the 【Three-Corpse Daoist】, once spared his life three times," Boss Liang said again.

Being able to survive in the hands of the number one expert in the world was already a miracle; being able to survive three times was already a heaven-defying fortune.

"So this page of manuscript is truly precious."

Boss Liang circled back, attempting to add a footnote to the value of this page of manuscript.

"In that case, the eighty yuan spent wasn't expensive," Zhang Fan nodded, quite agreeing.

"..."

Zhang Fan casually tucked that page of manuscript into his pocket. After going back, only by deciphering the runes on it one by one would he know what Li Yishan's harvest really was.

Perhaps this was related to Li Yishan's disappearance.

"Boss Liang, I've just wasted your time. Let's see if there are any other treasures to take care of your business."

Zhang Fan changed the subject and walked around the shop on his own, never mentioning the eighty yuan again.

"What is this?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan suddenly stopped and looked at a crystal plate on the shelf, which actually contained something like a placenta, faintly emitting a fishy smell, its shape resembling a strange beast.

"This is a Bei fetus," Boss Liang said indifferently.

If a wolf gives birth to a strange species, it is a Bei, which is Yin and fierce, rare in ancient times.

The idiom "wolf and Bei colluding" refers to this thing.

It is said that among ten thousand wolf cubs, one might not even produce one Bei.

The Bei fetus is even regarded as a rare great medicine. If it is ground into powder and swallowed with well water, the body will emit a unique aura that is not easily detected. If a person of the opposite sex smells it, they will involuntarily develop feelings of admiration, and the more they smell, the harder it is to control.

Besides that, this thing has one most important use.

In the past, Daoist priests proficient in Feng Shui would find a Bei fetus, and if they buried it within three feet of someone else's ancestral grave, the descendants of that family would all be wild seeds and would not have any blood relationship.

"This kind of treasure is not much now," Boss Liang said in a low voice.

He himself was a great demon cultivated from a wild wolf in the Qin Ling Mountains. In the current era, the living environment of wild animals is getting worse day by day. Being able to multiply is already good enough. Wanting to give birth to a Bei is almost impossible.

This kind of strange beast might have been seen in the past, but in the current Age of Dharma Decline, it is almost a legend.

Because of this, this Bei fetus appears precious.

"If you are interested, I can give you a discount."

Boss Liang lowered his voice and stretched out three fingers: "Three hundred..."

"Three hundred yuan!?" Zhang Fan exclaimed.

"..."

"Million! Three million!" Boss Liang rolled his eyes and corrected.

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Fan laughed awkwardly, then said: "Boss Liang, I really want to take care of your business, but the things here are really too 'underworld'."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan took out his phone: "Next time, next time I will definitely buy a big one."

"That eighty yuan, should I scan you, or you scan me?"

"..."

Boss Liang's eye corners twitched. Eighty yuan wasn't even enough for one of his meat meals.

"No need, I'll just treat it as making a friend today."

As he spoke, Boss Liang immediately adjusted his mentality and asked: "May I ask the young friend's honorable name?"

"My name is Zhao Jiexuan!" Zhang Fan whispered.

"Zhao Jiexuan!?" Boss Liang pondered slightly. This name sounded strange, seemingly not from a major sect, nor from a Pure Yang family.

"Thank you for your hospitality today, Boss Liang. We won't disturb you anymore."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan was about to leave with Meng Qiwu.

"Safe journey, Daoist friend."

Boss Liang sent Zhang Fan to the door, watching the two figures gradually moving away, a meaningful look appearing in his eyes.

He looked left and right, closed the shop door, turned, and walked towards the back, passing through a long, narrow, and deep stone path, winding and twisting, actually leading to a karst cave entrance.

A beast-nose copper ring hung on the stone door at the entrance. Boss Liang knocked twice, pushed the door, and walked in.

Unlike the broken walls outside, the scene inside the cave was extremely modern, with air conditioning, floor heating, air purifiers, refrigerators, color TVs, and big sofas...

Under the warm yellow light, a beautiful woman with a graceful figure was brewing tea at the table, a pair of snow-white jade legs looming between the long skirts.

Boss Liang walked to the beautiful woman's side and whispered two sentences.

"Zhao Jiexuan..."

"I've heard this name. A few days ago, he stirred up winds and clouds in the Xijiang area. It is said that even Yu Xuanji, the successor of Mount Sanqing, died in his hands."

The beautiful woman paused, a meaningful look appearing on her fair face.

"This young man is not simple. His life-gong is complete, his Inner Dan has been born, and ordinary people cannot train such a disciple. Now there are quite a few people outside inquiring about this person's identity."

"Old Liang, you did well. Step back first."

"Yes." Boss Liang bowed, turned, walked out of the cave, and closed the stone door.

At this moment, the beautiful woman picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea. The tea fragrance was rampant.

Her jade hand lifted slightly, pushing the teacup in front of her to the opposite side.

"Mr. Luo Sen, you also saw it. Now, it's not just one person staring at this page of manuscript."

The beautiful woman's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, looking at the cold young man sitting opposite.

The night is deep.

Chang'an Western Suburbs Holiday Hotel.

The room light was still on. Zhang Fan sat at the table, the table covered with draft paper, all densely drawn with various talismans and strange characters.

After returning from the Yin Ruins, Zhang Fan had a simple meal with Meng Qiwu and began to decipher the photocopy of that page of manuscript.

The various runes on it were extremely ancient and complex, not only containing Long Hu Mountain talismans but also unique talisman seal scripts from many other sects, making it quite troublesome to decipher.

Fortunately, when Zhang Fan was a child, he had put in effort in the way of talismans. Their family was the General Talisman of the Three Mountains to begin with. In this regard, Zhang Lingzong hadn't spent less time training him.

In addition, when Li Linglong was young, she also traveled to various families, practicing in secret on Mount Zhongnan, Mount Qingcheng, and other places, which could be considered gathering the strengths of many families, and taught Zhang Fan quite a few things.

Now, he had long since succeeded in merging his spirit, and these things were naturally all in his mind.

However, as Zhang Fan deciphered word by word, his expression gradually became solemn.

"The Nine Methods of Immortal Transmission condense, the Eight Kings carry the coffin and step on the Dipper..."

The night outside the window grew darker, and the rustling sound of the pen tip echoed in the cold room.

"The Qian tripod and Kun furnace burn the star marrow, the dragon bones and phoenix bones cast the Dao shape..." ===== CHAPTER 477 =====