Chapter 58: Number One in the World, Jiazi Exorcism

One o'clock in the morning.

Hongfu Huayuan.

Zhang Fan didn't know how he had returned. His head was splitting, as if he had blacked out from drinking, and that scorching feeling made him unable to sleep.

He felt incomparably exhausted, but he couldn't fall asleep.

This feeling was like being tortured, tormenting him at every moment. Even if he held his breath and kept quiet, he couldn't calm this strange perception.

Zhang Fan had never longed for sleep as much as he did today, longing for the tranquility in his dreams.

He held his head, as if wanting to pry it open to see what was causing trouble inside.

"There are two bottles of sleeping pills in the drawer in my room. If you really can't sleep well, take one..."

Just at this moment, Zhang Lingzong's words from the daytime echoed in Zhang Fan's mind.

He stumbled to get up, came to Zhang Lingzong's room, and opened the drawer. Inside, there were indeed two bottles of sleeping pills, the handwriting on them long since blurred.

Zhang Fan endured the headache, opened one of the bottles, and poured out a pill. The surface was wrapped in gold foil, and it was indeed as Zhang Lingzong had said; it looked very expensive.

Zhang Fan didn't have time to think much, hurriedly picked up the water cup on the table, and swallowed the pill with it. The cool and bitter feeling went straight down his throat.

Soon, the effect of the medicine gradually took hold, and that splitting headache slowly dissipated...

Zhang Fan's eyelids became increasingly heavy. He fell directly onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The soft moonlight filtered through the window and sprinkled onto Zhang Fan's body. Just at this moment, two wisps of black and white Qi faintly emerged from his forehead, intertwining and disappearing in an instant, as if they had never appeared.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Yujing City, No. 381 Guangming Road, Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance.

In an empty office.

Cao Wushang lay on the cold ground. Although he still had breathing, it was extremely weak, his eyes tightly shut, and his body already somewhat stiff.

"Master, what happened to Senior Brother Cao?"

Just at this moment, a twelve or thirteen-year-old Daoist boy walked up, supporting the old Daoist priest who was still checking. The latter had a beard and hair as white as snow, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, and there was a deep knife scar on his cheek.

"The soul-aspect is gone." Lou Hechuan said in a deep voice.

As the president of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance and also an expert from the Bai He Temple, he saw Cao Wushang's problem at a glance.

The soul-aspect had left the body. Although the body was still there, the best case was becoming a vegetable. In the worst case, it wouldn't be long before this physical body would slowly rot and stink...

"How could this be? Senior Brother Cao..." The twelve or thirteen-year-old Daoist boy's expression changed drastically, looking at Cao Wushang.

"Harvesting soul-aspects as medicine... sure enough, it's the method of the Wu Wei Gate."

Lou Hechuan grinned, revealing a grim smile.

"After the Jiazi Exorcism, these bastards have risen from the ashes again."

"Jiazi Exorcism!"

Hearing these four words, the little Daoist boy's expression became serious. He had heard about it from the elders in the sect since he was a child.

Sixty years ago, a Jiazi ago, a earth-shattering event had happened in the Daoist sect.

Back then, Chu Chaoran, who had not yet become the Zhenwu sect leader, challenged the number one expert in the world.

"Number one in the world... number one in the world..."

"In the past hundred years of the Daoist sect, I'm afraid only that man can be called number one in the world..." Lou Hechuan muttered softly, chanting the name that could not be reached, a look of solemnity appearing on his old face. "Three Corpses Daoist!"

In the little Daoist boy's mind, a name that absolutely could not be mentioned emerged.

Before the Jiazi, the Three Corpses Daoist was known as the number one expert in the world. Some said he came from the Wu Wei Gate, and was even the sect leader of the Wu Wei Gate.

Sixty years ago, the Three Corpses Daoist and Chu Chaoran fought on the peak of Mount Dongyue. The battle lasted for days, earth-shattering...

In the end, only Chu Chaoran walked down.

This battle was called the Jiazi Exorcism. Since then, the Wu Wei Gate had disappeared, and no disciples had appeared in the world.

Now, sixty years later, these demons had finally come out.

"Good, good, very good... This is a public declaration of war..."

Lou Hechuan grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. His old face was actually grim. He raised a finger, and a flame the size of a soybean rose, the temperature in the office suddenly rising.

Hum...

Lou Hechuan flicked his finger, and the flame the size of a soybean shot out, landing on Cao Wushang's body. The latter's physical body violently burned, without half a strange smell.

"You have been in the temple since you entered, Cao Wushang treated you very well, why do you have no sadness at all?"

Just at this moment, Lou Hechuan looked at the Daoist boy beside him.

"The ancestor once said: If you compare flowers to human affairs, flowers and human affairs are the same. Life and death open and wither with rain and wind, morning life and evening death are wonderful and empty..."

The little Daoist boy hesitated for a moment, then bowed and said: "Life and death are impermanent. If one cannot see through the obstacles of life and death, how can one cultivate that Supreme Forgetfulness Dao!?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Lou Hechuan shook his head.

"The sun and moon turn in the void without dwelling in the void, Supreme Forgetfulness is not heartlessness. Holding onto this thought is entering the demonic obstacle."

Lou Hechuan sighed and patted the little Daoist boy's head.

The little Daoist boy remained silent, thoughtful, as if chewing on Lou Hechuan's words.

"Go back and send Wushang's ashes back to the Bai He Temple. Before that, take a detour to Maoshan and take two 【Demon-Subduing Nine-Town Talismans】... Your little uncle's injuries are afraid of recurring again..."

At these words, the little Daoist boy's expression changed slightly.

His little uncle had fought with someone many years ago and left behind very heavy injuries, which seemed to never heal. Especially every month when the moon was full, the injuries would recur, causing extreme pain. Not only did he need elixir medicine to alleviate it, but he also needed Daoist spiritual talismans to suppress it.

"Master, how did Uncle's injuries come about?" The little Daoist boy couldn't help but ask.

In the Bai He Temple in Shangjing, he was mainly responsible for serving this little uncle. He had seen those injuries, and they were indeed shocking. He had asked about their origin several times, but that little uncle remained silent, seemingly unwilling to mention the past!

"Ten years ago, he left Shangjing and fought with someone, leaving behind the root of the disease." Lou Hechuan said indifferently.

"Ten years ago!?"

The little Daoist boy was thoughtful, then said: "Ten years ago, Uncle was already a Gao Gong..."

Ten years ago, his little uncle was already at the Gao Gong rank. To be able to injure him to that extent, and for the injuries to be difficult to recover from for ten years, it seemed he was no ordinary expert.

"You guessed right, that was indeed no ordinary expert..."

Lou Hechuan's expression tightened slightly, and he couldn't help but shake his head: "I only hate that I was far away in the Northwest back then, unable to separate my body, and failed to go personally to see the expert who injured your uncle..."

"What kind of expert was it?" The little Daoist boy was curious and couldn't help but ask.

Lou Hechuan paused slightly, couldn't help but look at the little Daoist boy, his old brows trembling slightly, before he spoke.

"A child... a child about the same age as you are now!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 59 =====