Chapter 120: The Great Disaster of Dao Sect, the Secret of Becoming Immortal! Master Chu’s Phone Call (5k chapter)

The thirteen zodiac signs are headed by human beings.

The human zodiac sign is one of the most mysterious existences in the Wuwei Sect, even the other twelve zodiac signs are like a mist to it.

But when that name came out of Yun Jianyue, or Sishe Bai Yujing’s mouth, it deeply shocked Zhang Fan’s heart.

“Human figure… Li Linglong?”

“Mom? This…how is this possible?” Zhang Fan’s eyes trembled, he couldn’t believe it.

“You never thought that you had such a background.”

Yun Jianyue looked at Zhang Fan with a smile, the floating flames reflected in her beautiful eyes.

“Ten years ago, at the foot of Mount Longhu, that catastrophe left you in a deep sleep. You can no longer remember many things…”

“But you should know that your mother is the human figure.”

“The magic jar sent by the Jiangnan Provincial Dao Alliance contains the soul of Ren Xiao.”

Yun Jianyue’s words were like thunder in a clear sky, stirring Zhang Fan’s nerves and making his face tremble slightly.

“my mother……”

“The Taoist master intercepted her soul from her corpse and sealed it away till now…”

“Hehe… Over the years, this is the greatest victory of the Taoist sect over the Wuwei sect. How many secrets are hidden in the human spirit? Once it is refined, it will be the greatest weapon to slaughter the Wuwei sect.” Yun Jianyue’s eyes seemed to see a bloody storm.

“What happened that night ten years ago?”

Zhang Fan really wanted to know.

Ever since he came down from Zhenwu Mountain and gradually entered the world of Taoist practice, Zhang Fan’s understanding of the past has been completely overturned.

The world he used to live in was fake, his father was fake, his mother was fake, everything around him was fake, even he himself was fake…

Even though he took back the evil spirit and used the Rooster to spy on the secrets of heaven and saw a glimpse of what happened ten years ago, it seemed that he was still some distance away from the truth.

“The origin of all this is the great catastrophe that happened to the Taoist sect eighty years ago!” Yun Jianyue said in a serious tone.

“The great calamity of Taoism…” Zhang Fan frowned.

Now, he is no longer a novice in Taoism, and is not unfamiliar with the four words “Taoism’s Great Catastrophe”.

“Eighty years ago, all the Taoist masters in the world gathered at Longhu Mountain… That was the essence of an era…” Yun Jianyue murmured softly.

The Universal Ceremony is the highest ritual in Taoism. It has only been held seventeen times since the existence of Taoism. Living in this world and in Taoism, who wouldn’t want to participate in such a grand event?

Those who were able to stand on Mount Longhu back then were all the best in their respective fields and the future elites.

“The blessing ceremony that invited the gods and spirits to pray for the gods in the sky turned out to be a catastrophe for the Taoist sect…all those who attended the ceremony died on Mount Longhu…” Yun Jianyue said in a deep voice.

After that day, many Taoist masters died out, many Taoist lineages were cut off, and even the Longhu Zhang family, which was known as the ancestral lineage of Taoism, was wiped out.

“What exactly happened at that time?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

“No one knows.” Yun Jianyue shook her head.

This is the biggest secret of Taoism. Everyone who knew it died on Mount Longhu, except…

“Chu Chaoran!”

“He is the only survivor.” Yun Jianyue said in a deep voice.

When Chu Chaoran attended the meeting, he was still a young and inexperienced person, young and brilliant. He was the only one who walked out of Longhu Mountain alive. He held his master’s severed hand tightly, and in his hand was the jade tablet that symbolized the inheritance of Zhenwu.

“There is a saying…”

“The great calamity of Taoism hides the secret of becoming an immortal!” Yun Jianyue said in a deep voice.

“That’s why Chu Chaoran’s cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds in the next twenty years, directly entering the Pure Yang Wuji realm, and defeating the world’s number one master, Sanshi Taoist, before the Jiazi year.”

“The secret to becoming an immortal?” Zhang Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

“How many people have sought immortality throughout history, but how many of them have achieved pure yang?” Yun Jianyue shook his head.

Throughout the ages, the realm of pure yang has been a legend, not to mention the illusory gods. Even those who practice Taoism dare not speak nonsense as to whether they really exist.

Especially in the present Dharma Ending Age, spiritual practice is gradually fading away, and I am afraid that even the pure yang will become ethereal.

However, eighty years ago, that ceremony was originally held to invite the gods and spirits from all over the world. It is unknown whether any gods and spirits descended upon the earth, but calamity is calamity, and there must be good fortune under the great calamity…

“That catastrophe contained the secret of becoming an immortal. Chu Chaoran was the protagonist of that era. He got a glimpse of it, so he was able to achieve the Pure Yang Infinite Realm.” Yun Jianyue’s eyes sparkled with a different kind of brilliance.

Before Jiazi, Taoist Sanshi once said that if the Wuwei Sect wanted to prosper, it had to understand the mystery of the Taoist catastrophe.

Therefore, over the years, both the various Taoist sects and the Wuwei Sect have never forgotten the disaster that happened eighty years ago.

There were masters who entered Longhu Mountain before, but they all ended in failure. No one was able to walk out alive, until…

“Ten years ago, someone reopened Longhushan and became the only person to walk out alive.”

Having said this, Yun Jianyue paused for a moment and looked at Zhang Fan meaningfully.

“You should know that person too.”

“His name is Zhang Lingzong!” Yun Jianyue’s eyes were as sharp as a line, and when that name was mentioned, her eyes were even a little evasive.

“Sure enough!” Zhang Fan sighed in his heart.

This was exactly the same as what he had seen in the secret of the Rooster. Ten years ago, that night, his father had indeed entered Longhu Mountain and brought out a coffin, and inside was the young girl Jiang Lai.

“Who is my dad?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

“The most evil thing in the world is the holy fetus of gods and demons…” Yun Jianyue said in a serious voice.

“The inner alchemy method he practiced is one of the nine great legends, the Divine and Demonic Holy Embryo!”

“More than 20 years ago, Zhang Lingzong emerged, known as the Great Ling King… He was almost the protagonist of that era, and even Baihe Temple regarded him as a taboo.”

Having said that, Yun Jianyue couldn’t help but look at Zhang Fan.

“You have also cultivated the Divine and Demonic Saint Embryo, so you should know that this method is dangerous.”

Zhang Fan remained silent after hearing this.

To cultivate the Holy Embryo of Gods and Demons, one must enter a long night without dawn. Ten years ago, he forgot his past because of this calamity. In the end, if he had not used the method of splitting his spirit into three, he might not have had the opportunity to cultivate again, and he would not have been able to retract the evil spirit and gradually recover his strength like today.

“You haven’t escaped the catastrophe yet, but your father has already suffered four great catastrophes!”

“Four times!?” Zhang Fan’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Even though he already knew that his father, who worked at construction sites for years and supported him through college by doing hard labor, was not an ordinary person, even though he already knew that his father, who often suffered from insomnia and looked ordinary, might have cultivated the legendary divine fetus…

But when he heard from Si She that his taciturn father had gone to bed four times in the middle of the night, Zhang Fan was unable to hold back his nerves for a moment.

You know, he only entered it once and was in danger of death, and he has not yet truly escaped.

It is because of this that Zhang Fan realized how dangerous it was to practice this method.

“Four times? Is he still a human being?” Zhang Fan opened his mouth and couldn’t help asking.

“You are such a filial and good son.” Yun Jianyue looked at Zhang Fan and said with a forced smile.

“If your father didn’t have such strength, how could he have been so powerful more than 20 years ago, like a powerful dragon crossing the river, attracting the attention of all the Taoist sects in the world…”

“If I didn’t have that kind of strength, how could I be favored by such a dignified person like Xiao?” Yun Jianyue sighed.

The holy fetus of gods and demons, the soul is incredibly powerful. Such a person can easily learn any Taoist method from any sect and can master it once he learns it.

Because of this, Zhang Lingzong of that year was known to have combined the strengths of hundreds of schools and became the king of all spiritual sects. He was extraordinarily domineering and incredibly powerful.

“At that age, there are not many people in the world who can suppress him.” Yun Jianyue said in a serious tone.

“That night ten years ago, your family of three were all at the foot of Longhu Mountain…”

“Your father became the only person who opened the gate of Longhu Mountain and walked out alive since the great catastrophe of Taoism.” Yun Jianyue’s voice became low.

Zhang Fan remained silent after hearing this.

Now that I think about it, perhaps it was not a coincidence that he entered Zhenwu Mountain and inherited the Jade Book.

Because the Zhenwu Jade Certificate is related to the great catastrophe of Taoism.

Their family was also related to the Dao Sect’s catastrophe, especially the thing that Zhang Lingzong brought out from Longhu Mountain ten years ago. Others didn’t know about it, but Zhang Fan saw it…

That’s Jiang Lai!

“The secret of becoming an immortal…the desire of so many people, the dream of so many people…” Yun Jianyue said in a serious tone.

“Masters from all the Taoist sects in the world flocked here, even the White Crane Temple has people coming…”

Baihe Temple holds a pivotal position in the world’s Taoist community. Located in Shangjing, it is like the leader of the world’s Taoist community.

“Zhang Fan, didn’t you also fight with the successor of Baihe Temple?” Yun Jianyue said with a smile.

“Li Changgeng!”

As early as when he retrieved the evil god, Zhang Fan had already recalled this part of his memory.

The same age, but he could be as good as him. Ten years ago, the only person in the world who could match him was Li Changgeng from Baihe Temple. “I heard that the successor of Baihe Temple is extraordinary, and he is practicing one of the nine legends…”

“Heaven and earth seize destiny!”

At this point, Yun Jianyue revealed a playful smile: “He is much more powerful than you are now.”

“You’re off topic.” Zhang Fan said indifferently.

“Since your father walked out of Longhu Mountain alive, he has naturally been coveted by Taoist masters all over the world. A war is inevitable.” Yun Jianyue turned around and looked at the faint flickering fire, as if he saw the scene of that night.

“Although his magical power is strong, he is still no match for the crowd…”

“Your mother died in that battle, at the hands of a Taoist master.”

Having said this, Yun Jianyue looked at Zhang Fan with sneer in her eyes.

“What a good son! They killed your mother, but you still stood on their side and even helped deliver her remaining soul?”

“Why should I believe you?” Zhang Fan’s face suddenly darkened.

“There is no need for me to risk being exposed by lying to you.” Yun Jianyue said lightly.

“As long as you remove the seal of the magic jar and release the soul suppressed inside, you will know everything, not to mention…”

Having said this, Yun Jianyue paused slightly, and a grim look appeared in her beautiful eyes.

“Baihe Temple has decided to reopen Longhu Mountain…”

“On the ninth day of the ninth month of next year, all the Taoist masters from all over the world will gather at Mount Longhu. If the news that you and your son are still alive gets out, what will be the reaction of those Taoist masters?”

A sarcastic smile appeared on Yun Jianyue’s pretty face.

“On the ninth day of the ninth month, the dragon and tiger will be reopened…” Zhang Fan’s face was heavy.

“Zhang Fan, with your current strength, you are not enough to face such a situation… Your only choice is to stand on our side…”

“I can help you release your mother…”

“She is a human being. Even if she only has a remnant of her soul, she is still lawless…”

Yun Jianyue’s words were full of deep temptation. Before she finished speaking, there was a “bang” and the door behind her opened. The sunlight shone in, illuminating the dim room.

“Don’t rush to answer. You can think about what I said.”

“The Taoists are the ones who are hypocritical… There are good people among them, and of course there are bad people, but in front of the immortals, how can there be good and evil, right or wrong?”

As she spoke, Yun Jianyue blew out the candle in her hand, passed by Zhang Fan, and walked out of the house.

Zhang Fan was so full of thoughts that he didn’t even know how he walked back to the room.

“Why did you take so long?” Jiang Hu asked casually while packing his luggage.

“Hulu, have you been to Longhu Mountain?” Zhang Fan lay on the bed, murmured.

“I haven’t been there… I heard that Mount Longhu has been closed since the catastrophe eighty years ago.” Jiang Hu understood it casually.

The scenic area open to the public today is only a part of Longhu Mountain. The true Dharma lineage has long been cut off, and there are clear regulations that prohibit people from entering and leaving at will.

“But I heard that Longhu Mountain will reopen on September 9th next year. It’s a Taoist grand event. Didn’t the boss say that we all have to go for team building?” Jiang Hulu said in a serious tone.

Zhang Fan lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, silent, with Si Snake’s words echoing in his mind.

……

In the evening, Xuanmiao Temple, a famous scenic spot in Gusu City, is no longer as bustling as it was during the day.

Zhang Fan walked out of the room alone and took a walk in the empty temple.

At this moment, his heart was boiling, even more so than when he broke up with his lover.

Wow…

At this moment, the sound of splashing water attracted Zhang Fan’s attention.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw an old man with bare chest drawing water from a well under the dim light.

Although the old man was thin, he was actually very strong, and his head full of white hair did not hide his vigorous spirit.

“Hey boy, come and help me.”

At this time, the old man seemed to notice Zhang Fan and waved to him quickly.

Zhang Fan stepped forward and pulled out the bucket that was almost at the mouth of the well. It was filled with cold, clear well water.

“Uncle, are you also from Xuanmiao Temple? Are you still fetching water so late?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

“This is not ordinary water. It will be used to establish a bond tomorrow.” The old man wiped the sweat off his forehead, sat down to the side, and pounded his waist.

“Young man, come here and give me a couple of hammers.”

“…”

Zhang Fan was speechless for a moment, but seeing that the other party was old, he still walked over.

“What kind of well water is this? Can it also create a bond?”

“Haven’t you heard of the Well of Longevity in Xuanmiao Temple?” the old man couldn’t help but ask.

This is one of the famous attractions of Xuanmiao Temple.

It is said that during the Eastern Jin Dynasty, this place was still a barren mountain with a village nearby. In the village there lived an old man who was over 130 years old and was still in good health with no signs of decline.

Someone asked him the secret of longevity, but the old man remained silent.

Later one day, at a banquet, the old man drank two more glasses of wine and became drunk. At that time, someone asked him how he could live so long.

The old man spoke quickly and revealed his secret.

When he was young, he once saved a wandering Taoist priest. The Taoist priest felt so grateful to him that he told him that his death would be at the age of 43.

He was still young at that time and did not take it seriously. Seeing that he did not believe it, the Taoist did not say much, but left a brocade bag and left.

Who would have thought that when he was forty-three years old, the old man fell seriously ill. Only then did he remember the Taoist’s words, found the brocade bag and opened it.

The brocade bag said that there was an ancient well hidden in the West Mountain. As long as you found it and hid in it on the 15th of every month, you would live forever.

Later, the old man went to West Mountain and indeed found the ancient well. He hid under it for a night and recovered from his illness within two days. From then on, he would go to West Mountain to stay for a few days on the 15th of every month.

Everyone was surprised when they heard this, but they felt it was too mysterious and did not believe it.

But a young man at the banquet became interested. He went to the West Mountain and indeed found the ancient well. Then he took water from the well to drink.

Who would have known that as soon as the water came out of the well, a loud rumbling sound was heard below, like the roar of a wild beast, followed by the blowing of sand and rocks. When the young man came to see, the ancient well had disappeared. Not long after, the old man died.

Later, some people said that the ancient well was called Youjing, which led directly to the underworld. Hiding in it could avoid the detection of ghosts, but the water in it could only be used to wipe the body and could not be drunk. Once drunk, the well would hide itself.

“Ah? Is this the well?”

Zhang Fan listened to the story told by the old man and couldn’t help but look at the well with a strange expression.

“Wait a minute, I’ll bottle this well water and the price will be fifteen dollars.” The old man said casually.

“Young man, do you want to take two bottles back?”

“…”

“What’s that look in your eyes? Aren’t stories what we sell now to generate income?” The old man rolled his eyes and said, “Besides, what I’m telling is not a story.”

“what is that?”

“legend!”

“…”

“Master… well… it’s getting late, you should go to bed early.”

As he spoke, Zhang Fan stood up, greeted everyone, turned around and walked towards the small building where he lived.

“Young people nowadays… think fifteen dollars is too much. That’s outrageous!!”

The old man looked at Zhang Fan’s receding back, picked up the ladle beside him, scooped a ladle of water from the wooden barrel, took a sip, and smacked his lips as if he was tasting old wine.

“Master, why are you here?”

At this moment, a middle-aged Taoist priest came over with a stern look on his face. It was Zhong Changming who had received Zhang Fan and others during the day.

“Xiao Changming…what’s the matter!?” the old man said indifferently.

“your phone number.”

Zhong Changming took the cell phone, walked respectfully to the old man and handed it to him.

“It’s so late, who’s calling?” The old man asked casually after picking up the phone.

“Master Chu from Zhenwu Mountain.”

Zhong Changming lowered his voice, his words revealing an awe that was hard to conceal.

(End of this chapter)