Chapter 487

Zhongnan Mountain, An Wuyang is known as "Little Chongyang" and is the designated descendant of the sect, always regarded as a competitor by Meng Qiwu.

She never thought that when exploring the Tomb of the Living Dead this time, the helper Zhang Fan found would be this person.

"Junior Sister Meng, it is truly a coincidence," An Wuyang walked over, looked at this acquaintance, and greeted her.

His age is only one year younger than Meng Qiwu, but he entered the sect much earlier than her.

"You... he..."

Meng Qiwu's expression was uncertain, looking at An Wuyang and then at Zhang Fan.

"Brother Daoist An and I have a deep friendship, so I found him to be a helper this time," Zhang Fan said casually.

"Deep friendship?" Meng Qiwu was stunned.

The number of times Zhang Fan and An Wuyang have met can be counted on one hand.

The most critical thing is that she heard that a few months ago, An Wuyang went to Maoshan to refine the Dharma Seal, but Zhang Fan snatched the peach, swallowing the incense spiritual power of the two residual seals he prepared, and snatched the opportunity for that magic treasure to advance.

Such a "friendship," let alone friends, becoming mortal enemies would not be an exaggeration.

Obviously, Zhang Fan's explanation could not make Meng Qiwu believe it.

"I have had a spiritual friendship with Brother Daoist An for a long time," Zhang Fan smiled lightly.

"Alright, there is no need for you to know the secrets between him and me, let's go."

Just at this moment, An Wuyang interrupted the conversation between the two, and immediately after, walked past them.

He was so straightforward that Zhang Fan was at a loss.

"What secrets do you have with him?" Meng Qiwu stared at Zhang Fan suspiciously and asked, leaning over.

"Don't listen to his nonsense," Zhang Fan smiled awkwardly, then turned and chased after An Wuyang.

"Fellow Daoist, wait for me."

Meng Qiwu looked at their figures walking away and had no choice but to follow.

The three walked together, deep into the Zhongnan Mountain range.

At dusk, the sun set behind the mountains.

Luoying Mountain was right in front of them.

It is said that when Patriarch Chongyang was alive, he once planted peach blossoms on this mountain and often climbed it in his later years.

Last time, when the Tomb of the Living Dead appeared, Li Yishan and Luo Sen fought near this mountain.

"The Tomb of the Living Dead should be in the surrounding area," Zhang Fan whispered.

Although he knew the general direction, this kind of secret realm, like a blessed land, has mysterious and unpredictable Qi mechanisms; in modern terms, it is a special magnetic field with changing frequencies, and even Daoist practitioners find it difficult to find.

This is like ordinary people entering deep mountains, most of them will get lost.

"You have seen it once before!?" An Wuyang said suddenly.

"Yes, unfortunately, I didn't enter," Zhang Fan sighed.

The Tomb of the Living Dead is the place where Patriarch Chongyang practiced in seclusion; how could ordinary people have such good fortune?

However, that time, he had heard Wu Qingnang mention the mystery of the Tomb of the Living Dead.

That new president of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance said that the Tomb of the Living Dead is a 【Cellular Palace】 in the mountains and rivers, which is a woman's womb.

So-called, heaven has sun and moon, people have yin and yang, heaven gives birth to all phenomena, and all have reflections in the human body.

Mountains, rivers, and channels correspond to human meridians.

Muscles are like hills and valleys, the five viscera hide the five elements, joy and anger are like changes in wind and rain, and sounds are like thunder and lightning.

The womb is hidden in the mysterious yin body, but gathers and hides yang essence; yin and yang intersect, and creation is achieved, completing the state of people from nothing to something, from death to life.

Life in death, death hidden in life, reversing the secret of life and death, breaking through the legal principles of yin and yang.

That is the Tomb of the Living Dead.

"Cellular Palace..."

An Wuyang listened to Zhang Fan's description, thought for a moment, and then nodded: "Wu Qingnang's Feng Shui technique has its unique features, but it is too small-minded."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"He only speaks of the one, but not the two."

"The two?" Meng Qiwu couldn't help but say.

"Sitting and watching the Feng Shui trend of the Zhongnan Mountain range, if the main vein of Zhongnan Mountain is a 【Gan Dragon】, which is the so-called Yang Dragon, then there must be a hidden 【Hidden Dragon】, which is the so-called Yin Dragon," An Wuyang said in a deep voice.

Dragon veins are divided into yin and yang; the Yang Dragon governs growth, and the Yin Dragon governs return and storage.

"The Tomb of the Living Dead must be in the place where the Yin Dragon's earth Qi gathers into a cave," An Wuyang analyzed.

"The mountain momentum here is not necessarily high and steep, but it is exceptionally deep; the mountain momentum rises and falls like a dragon sneaking, the vitality is restrained, so the vegetation is exceptionally lush, and it should be in a depression valley type of area."

"Amazing."

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up; the environment An Wuyang described was very similar to when the Tomb of the Living Dead appeared that day.

"This can only determine the general direction; the range of the cave is too large, but there is only one Qi eye; to find the great tomb, or even enter it, you have to rely on you."

An Wuyang looked at Zhang Fan and said meaningfully.

"Rely on you!?" Meng Qiwu couldn't help but look at Zhang Fan too.

"Let's go," An Wuyang urged.

The three continued to sneak forward, according to what was said before, crossed the south side of Luoying Mountain; the sky was getting late, big stars appeared, and a bright moon rose into the sky.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan stopped abruptly and saw not far ahead, two mountain ridges embracing each other like a green dragon and a white tiger, with a valley in the middle shrouded in clouds and mist, and a dark river surging, walking in the mountain stream.

Primordial spirit observation, one can see white mist rising in the valley, spiraling upward, like dragon whiskers swaying, converging into a vortex seven feet in diameter at the heart of the valley.

"That's it."

An Wuyang took a step, his figure like the wind, and ran toward the vision in the empty valley.

Zhang Fan and Meng Qiwu looked at each other and followed.

A moment later, the three entered the deep valley and saw a cold pool where the white mist gathered, crouching with an ocher giant stone, round and round, located in the center of the vortex, actually glowing with amber luster in the night.

The cold pool water was cold, but that amber luster revealed a warmth, melting into the swaying white mist rushing into the sky.

"Yin Dragon Holding a Pearl!" An Wuyang's expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice.

"Sure enough, it's here." Zhang Fan's eyes lit up.

Extraordinary places must have extraordinary phenomena.

Such scenery is not seen in ordinary mountains and rivers.

"Yin Dragon Holding a Pearl... this pearl is hidden at the dragon's mouth; over a long time, it has absorbed enough earth Qi, which is equivalent to the inner core of Daoist cultivation."

Just at this moment, Meng Qiwu couldn't help but speak; she stared straight at the giant stone at the center of the vortex, her gaze becoming incomparably hot.

Where there is a dragon vein, there must be creation.

Just like the "pine cone" Zhang Fan refined at Copper Gong Mountain, it is just like a Daoist mud pill.

The pearl in front of him, compared to that pine cone, has greater creation; it is the essence of the Yin Dragon of Zhongnan Mountain gathered, just like the completion of life cultivation, internally becoming essence.

"This thing..."

Zhang Fan's thoughts stirred, and he also had ideas, but upon second thought, he felt something was wrong.

"Absolutely not!"

Just at this moment, An Wuyang raised his hand and cut off the two people's delusions.

"Yin Dragon Holding a Pearl, just like the finishing touch of the Feng Shui here; if you take this pearl, heaven and earth will change immediately, mountains will collapse in front, the earth will crack underneath... such natural disasters are only the present..." An Wuyang said in a deep voice.

"Breaking the Feng Shui here, the entire Qinxi Province will be affected, not to mention, this dragon vein of Qinxi originates from the Ancestral Kunlun..."

"Pulling one hair affects the whole body; you cannot bear such karma."

Speaking of this, An Wuyang raised his gaze and looked at Zhang Fan: "Such a treasure, such creation, just taking it away requires bearing a heaven-sized tribulation."

"Not to mention, you can't take it away."

"The Wang family must have come here more than once; they are a Pure Yang family, and they didn't take this pearl, naturally they have their reasons," Zhang Fan realized.

As long as they move this pearl, this valley will probably collapse immediately; even at the Zhai Shou realm, one cannot resist the great power of heaven and earth.

"Cultivators, seeking outward, are ultimately flowers in a mirror and moon in the water; seeking inward, one can be complete and self-sufficient," An Wuyang said suddenly.

Facing the heaven-sized creation in front of him, he was indifferent, only because he had already understood the mystery of fortune and misfortune.