Chapter 55: Reopening Long Hu, Millennium Old Demon

The next day, nine o'clock in the morning.

Taoyuan Plaza.

Zhang Fan had just arrived at the company when he found Bai Buran's office door tightly closed. Through the gap in the window, it seemed a guest had arrived.

"Business?" Zhang Fan muttered.

If no more business came, he would suspect that Night-Is-Not-Bright would go bankrupt at any time.

"Good, good, good, I can safely and boldly slack off."

Zhang Fan sat at his workstation, opened his computer, and clicked on the "Little Yellow Book" page without any scruples.

At this time, inside Bai Buran's office, a young man in Daoist robes was pulling at the blinds, looking through the gap at everything outside.

"Daoist brother, you have a newcomer here?" Cao Wushang asked without turning his head.

"Cao Wushang... when you followed the Bai He Temple's masters to Zhenwu Mountain, you were still a seven or eight-year-old child. Now you can also handle things on your own."

Bai Buran leaned back in his chair, looking at this uninvited guest.

"What's the background of this newcomer?" Cao Wushang asked casually.

"His name is Zhang Fan, an intern." Bai Buran said casually.

"His surname is Zhang?" Cao Wushang turned around and sat opposite Bai Buran.

"What's strange about the surname Zhang?" Bai Buran smiled.

"Since ancient times, among ten Daoist priests in the world, nine are surnamed Zhang, and one is surnamed Li."

"That's true." Cao Wushang nodded.

"You are now a high-ranking disciple of the Bai He Temple, how did you find time to come to my small temple?" Bai Buran asked directly.

"Small temple?" Cao Wushang laughed.

"Eighty years ago, the Daoist sect suffered a great calamity, and the Divine Evil Gate only had two lineages of incense left. You hide one lineage here..."

"The rebellious disciple of the Maoshan Shangqing Sect is also here with you..."

"And Yu Fu... The Chuanyu Dragon-Walking incident back then was a huge sensation, how much effort did the 'above' spend to calm the public opinion... This old thing has a really big life, actually still alive..."

At these words, Cao Wushang's gaze tightened slightly, looking at Bai Buran with deep meaning.

"Daoist brother, your temple is small, but the evil wind is strong."

"The temple is small and the evil wind is strong, the water is shallow and there are many turtles..." Bai Buran said leisurely: "This just shows that my pool of water can be seen to the bottom at a glance."

"Daoist brother has been away from Zhenwu for many years, but your wit is still sharp."

Cao Wushang's fingertips flicked, and he suddenly said: "Have you seen Hai Pig?"

"I have, but we didn't fight." Bai Buran lowered his gaze.

He knew that Cao Wushang's visit was definitely for the Thirteen Zodiacs.

"When the false is taken as true, the true also becomes false; where there is nothing, there is something, and where there is something, it is still nothing..." Cao Wushang said in a deep voice: "These demons of the Wu Wei Gate are always endless..."

At these words, Cao Wushang changed the subject and said in a deep voice: "The 'above' has decided..."

"Reopen Long Hu Mountain!"

"Reopen Long Hu Mountain!?" Bai Buran's heart jumped, and even he couldn't help but reveal a strange expression.

Eighty years ago, the Great Putian Ritual, Daoist experts from all over the world gathered at Long Hu Mountain. It was originally a ritual to invite the gods of heaven and earth to pray for blessings for the world, but it became a great calamity for the Daoist sect...

The Daoist elite of that generation were almost all left at Long Hu Mountain, and many Dharma lineages were severed from then on.

Since then, the Daoist sect had suffered a great loss of vitality, and Long Hu Mountain had closed its gates for eighty years without any incense rising.

Now, eighty years later, they actually wanted to reopen Long Hu Mountain!?

"A cold case for so many years, we have to give an explanation to all the sects."

Cao Wushang saw Bai Buran's doubt and said: "So many people died back then, what exactly happened at the Great Putian Ritual..."

"There should be a truth."

"There hasn't been a truth for so many years, why pick this time?" Bai Buran said in a deep voice: "Because of the Wu Wei Gate? Does the 'above' want to hold the Great Putian Ritual again?"

"It's not just because of those demons..."

Cao Wushang shook his head and subconsciously glanced at Bai Buran.

"Neither absolute nor extinct, there will be a rest in the seventy-third generation... The Zhenwu Mountain has been passed down to the seventy-third generation now... The ancestor predicted the great calamity, and it is at this moment..."

Cao Wushang said in a deep voice: "If Zhenwu Mountain suffers a calamity, where is True Person Chaoran?" "Are you afraid that this pillar of the Daoist sect will fall!?" Bai Buran's gaze tightened.

Chu Chaoran was a living True Person of the current era, holding a pivotal position in the Daoist sect, like a golden beam supporting the sea and a white jade pillar supporting the sky.

If Zhenwu suffered a calamity, this True Person would probably also suffer the calamity. By then, it would truly be chaos in the world.

"Eighty years ago, the Daoist sect suffered a great calamity, and True Person Chaoran was the only survivor... It is naturally a happy event that he is alive, and reopening Long Hu Mountain at this time is also the most appropriate."

There was one more sentence Cao Wushang didn't say, and didn't dare to say: You can't wait for Chu Chaoran to die before reopening Long Hu Mountain!! At these words, Cao Wushang changed the subject and asked: "By the way, a few days ago, the Zhenwu Mountain Jade Tablet transmission, was it smooth?"

The Zhenwu Jade Tablet was brought out of Long Hu Mountain by Chu Chaoran back then, and it was very likely to hide the truth of the Daoist calamity, so the 'above' naturally paid attention.

"It should be smooth, you have to ask Zhenwu Mountain..." Bai Buran said indifferently.

"Smooth is good. The 'above' still recognizes Xia Weisheng, this successor of Zhenwu. When Long Hu Mountain is reopened in the future, it is said that she must take the Zhenwu Jade Tablet to go."

Cao Wushang had deep meaning, the implication being that Bai Buran should bring a message to Zhenwu Mountain: if Long Hu Mountain is really reopened, the Zhenwu Jade Tablet must be present to solve the truth of the Daoist calamity eighty years ago.

"Reopen Long Hu Mountain, when?" Bai Buran asked.

"Next year, the ninth day of the ninth lunar month!!"

As he spoke, Cao Wushang stood up and walked toward the door.

"If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."

"Go well, I won't see you off."

Bai Buran didn't get up. Watching Cao Wushang's retreating figure, his gaze tightened into a line, and he muttered in a low voice.

"This little fox has really become a spirit."

Creak...

The office door opened, and Cao Wushang walked out.

Zhang Fan was as alert as a rabbit, hurriedly switching pages...

Eyes moving while the head stays still, peeking through the door gap... This was a skill Zhang Fan had practiced to perfection during his student days, capable of defending against the "Window-Peeking Ghost Eye" of his head teacher.

"Daoist priest!?"

Zhang Fan caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye. Coincidentally, Cao Wushang, who had walked out of the office, also looked at him. The two met eyes, crossing for a moment in the air, but then each looked away.

Seeing Cao Wushang leave the company, Zhang Fan turned back to look at Bai Buran's office. The door was still tightly closed, so he felt relieved and continued to slack off boldly.

"Ding..."

Just at this moment, a brisk system prompt sounded. Zhang Fan clicked on the mailbox of his "Little Yellow Book"...

"Refund notification? Hahaha, it finally came back." Zhang Fan was overjoyed.

"The refund of 888 yuan you applied for has arrived. Regarding your complaint, the system has verified it and has penalized the user 【Millennium Old Demon】 with a 7-day posting ban. To express our apologies, we are now gifting you a 333 yuan voucher for Zhenwu Mountain Quiet Cultivation, please use it as soon as possible..."

"..."

Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and casually opened the dialogue box with Millennium Old Demon. The 888 yuan he had been cheated of had finally returned.

"Hm!?"

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan discovered that at the very top of the Millennium Old Demon dialogue box, it displayed "The other party is typing..."

"Replied to me!? Anxious, preparing to curse, right..." Zhang Fan sneered.

Previously, he had sent dozens of private messages to Millennium Old Demon, all of which had sunk into the sea. Now that the refund had arrived, the other party was anxious...

Was Zhang Fan afraid?

Not afraid! At the peak of the keyboard, looking down on the world, with my keyboard there is heaven. Behind the screen, he feared no one.

Thinking of this, he picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and waited for the great battle with 【Millennium Old Demon】.

Ding...

Just at this moment, the other party's message was sent over. Zhang Fan only took a glance...

Crack...

The teacup in his hand shattered in response. His eyes widened, filled with shock and suspicion, as he saw the message sent by 【Millennium Old Demon】 containing only six characters:

Have you dreamed of Long Hu?

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 56 =====