Chapter 292: Zhang Jiuzhen, the Saint! The best master in Zhongnan Mountain
The sudden silence in the air, as if a tease of fate, brought back memories that Zhang Fan had never had before. The shock in his heart exhausted all his strength.

“Why were you there when my mother gave birth to me?”

Zhang Fan had a strange look on his face and muttered softly, and couldn’t help but look again at the youngest Taoist priest in Zhongnan Mountain.

“Your mother and I are from the same school. When she was young, she once secretly studied in Zhongnan Mountain…”

Ye Beichen spoke softly but still did not help Zhang Fan resolve his confusion.

“Then what was my father doing when my mother gave birth to me?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

Ye Beichen’s expression condensed slightly, he raised his eyelids slightly, took a deep look, and uttered two words.

“kill!”

Zhang Fan felt a chill in his heart when he heard this, but his blood began to boil. He couldn’t help but think of what Bai Yujing had said to him.

“When he was young, he suffered a great change. All his relatives died, his bloodline was broken, and he wandered in a foreign land. He almost died and survived. He suffered more killings than you have walked…”

“You can’t remember…”

Ye Beichen’s eyes were as bright as divine light as he looked at Zhang Fan quietly, and uttered some incomprehensible words without any reason.

“How could I remember?” Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, his expression becoming more and more strange.

At that time, he was still busy rushing into this world and had not yet been born, so how could he remember?

“Do you know when you were born?” Ye Beichen suddenly changed the subject.

“September 9th!” Zhang Fan naturally remembered his birthday.

“The ninth day of the ninth month, Double Ninth Festival…”

Ye Beichen murmured softly, his eyes were unfocused, but a hint of reminiscence welled up in them.

“On the day you were born, many people were there, and many people died, many people…”

“Hmm?” Zhang Fan raised his eyelids slightly, revealing a strange look.

“The river is dyed red with blood, and the heads are piled up like mountains…”

“Um!?”

“Your mother is such a bright person, she really shouldn’t have entrusted herself to Zhang Lingzong…”

Ye Beichen lightly twisted his fingertips, and there was a loud sound of thunder, which made Zhang Fan’s eyebrows jump.

“Senior, that’s our family’s business.”

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said.

No matter what Ye Beichen’s cultivation level and status are, when it comes to his biological parents, no one else is allowed to interfere.

Especially Zhang Lingzong, as a father and a husband, he deserves this family.

“Your family!?”

These three words were like a sharp blade that pierced the softest part of Ye Beichen’s heart. He seemed like an outsider, with a trace of trance and loneliness in his eyes.

“Your mother suffered a lot following Zhang Lingzong… The Southern Zhang lineage has declined to this point. Among the four generations of disciples, who else is left except you two?” Ye Beichen said coldly.

When Zhang Lingzong was young, his clan encountered a great change. The Southern Zhang was destroyed and everything became as cold as ice overnight. From then on, he wandered around the world, involved in bloody events.

Li Linglong followed him and naturally suffered a lot.

Today, the Nan Zhang lineage has long become history. Among the four generations of disciples, besides Zhang Fan, there is only one Zhang Sheng.

“Transcend into a saint… Transcend into a saint…”

“Your brother is worthy of the word saint.”

“If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t have survived. How could you have been born smoothly into this world?”

Ye Beichen spoke coldly and told a story from the past.

Zhang Fan listened and was deeply moved.

“My brother? I can’t remember…” Zhang Fan shook his head.

In his impression, they have always been a family of three. When did a brother named Zhang Sheng suddenly appear?
“The Holy Embryo of Gods and Demons, the night is dark…” Ye Beichen stared at Zhang Fan coldly and said indifferently: “Zhang Lingzong is also crazy. He has mastered this method and even taught it to you.”

“I…” Zhang Fan curled his lips and hesitated to speak.

In fact, his divine and demonic fetus was not taught to him by Zhang Lingzong, but by the Three Corpses Yuandan in his body.

“Senior, my brother… do you know my brother?” Zhang Fan changed the subject and couldn’t help asking.

“Zhang Sheng…Zhang Jiuzhen…” Ye Beichen murmured softly.

“If the incense of Longhu Mountain is not extinguished, he will surely be the unrivaled king of the younger generation of the world’s Taoist tradition and the best in the world.”

The youngest Heavenly Master in Zhongnan Mountain gave high praise to Zhang Fan’s brother.

Although the Nan Zhang lineage has not been cut off, its strong fortune has fallen on this last disciple.

“He is the last disciple of the Nan Zhang lineage to be deified and have his statue erected.” Ye Beichen said indifferently.

The Fengshen Grand Ceremony of Mount Longhu has a long tradition. Any disciple of the Zhang family who is sixteen years old or above can participate. Once they are recognized by the ancestor, they can be deified and given a name, and their lives will be different from then on.

Eighty years ago, after the great calamity in the Taoist sect, many of Zhang family’s disciples died, and the rule was slightly changed. Anyone over the age of twelve could participate, and if they failed, they would have another chance at the age of sixteen.

“When your brother was born, his soul was still alive, so he was favored by the ancestors, deified and his statue was erected, and he was named Jiuzhen.” Ye Beichen said in a serious voice.

“The soul is not yet silent?” Zhang Fan’s expression was slightly gloomy.

The primordial spirit is born with us. After an ordinary person is born, the primordial spirit gradually becomes quiet and the conscious spirit gradually emerges. Especially after the age of three, the primordial spirit completely falls into a deep sleep and the conscious spirit dominates one’s life.

Throughout the ages, there are only a very small number of people who are born in this turbid world, with their spirits not silent and their destiny determined by nature. They are the roots of cultivating immortals and seeking the mysterious truth.

Not to mention, Zhang Sheng was deified and had his statue erected when he was born, and was given his real name.

In the history of Mount Longhu, there has never been a case of a newborn baby being deified and having a statue erected.

From then on, Zhang Sheng became the most special existence in the Nan Zhang lineage and even in the entire Longhu Zhang family.

The luck of the last generation of dragons and tigers seemed to have fallen on him.

Just the word “saint” can show the Zhang family’s expectations of him.

It’s a pity that the Nan Zhang lineage had such a root, just like the last glory, after the brilliant fireworks, there was endless extinction.

That night became Nan Zhang’s last glory and also Nan Zhang’s last darkness.

“Senior, are you saying that the year my brother was born was the year that Southern Zhang was destroyed?” Zhang Fan’s eyes gradually turned cold, and he couldn’t help but reveal a strange look.

“Zhang Lingzong was only seventeen years old that year, and his family was destroyed at the age of seventeen…” Ye Beichen said lightly.

“Wait a minute, will you wait a minute?”

Zhang Fan raised his hand, seemingly still in shock.

“Senior, what you mean is… my dad had my brother when he was seventeen? He didn’t even know my mom at that time!?”

Zhang Fan’s eyes were wide open and his expression was weird.

According to the time calculation mentioned by Ye Beichen, Zhang Lingzong had to have sown seeds at the age of sixteen before Zhang Sheng was born.

Five years later, Zhang Lingzong and Li Linglong got together, and Zhang Fan was born the following year.

Zhang Fan looked at Ye Beichen in astonishment, feeling a little confused.

“no no……”

At this moment, Zhang Fan vaguely understood why every time he asked about Liu Fusheng or Bai Yujing’s family, they were hesitant and unwilling to say more.

As for the affairs and relationships in their family, it is really difficult to sort out them in a few words.

“I didn’t ask you here today to discuss your family’s ethics and family matters.”

Ye Beichen interrupted Zhang Fan’s thoughts with a wave of his hand.

“Then the reason why the senior asked me to come here is…”

Zhang Fan wanted to say something but stopped himself. He really couldn’t figure out the temper of the Taoist priest in front of him.

“Someone wants to see you.” “Huh!?”

Zhang Fan was confused. He was originally called by Meng Qiwu to see Ye Beichen, and now Ye Beichen said that someone else wanted to see him.

“Do I have so many acquaintances in Zhongnan Mountain?”

Zhang Fan couldn’t help but feel suspicious.

“Let’s go!”

Ye Beichen took a step forward, and without waiting for Zhang Fan to react, he jumped up with him in his hand.

In an instant, Zhang Fan heard the whistling of wind in his ears, and Ye Beichen soared up like an eagle, rushing straight up along the cliff.

The cliff was as smooth as a mirror, without any place to hang on. Even the Yellow Crane could not fly over it, and even monkeys had no way to climb over it.

However, Ye Beichen’s figure was graceful and elegant, with strong winds blowing around him and clouds gathering, turning into an invisible force that dragged him straight up.

At this moment, there was only one word in Zhang Fan’s mind: ride the wind and control the air.

“This is truly the power of a Heavenly Master!” Zhang Fan sighed in his heart.

call……

In a flash, the two came to a cliff. There was neither ladder nor rope here. Behind them was a bottomless abyss. Most people could not reach here.

“Senior, this is…”

Zhang Fan had just opened his mouth when suddenly, his eyes trembled and he saw a huge claw mark on the cliff in front of him. An ancient and ferocious aura was blowing in his face. In a trance, Zhang Fan seemed to see a giant beast roaming among the mountains and rivers, soaring into the sky, with distinct claws and fingers, leaving such a horrifying mark.

“Senior, what animal left this paw print?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

The five claws were mysterious and did not resemble any animal he had ever seen. Instead, they were somewhat like the magical creatures in many ancient paintings that could create clouds and rain.

dragon! ?

“That was not left by an animal, but by a human.” Ye Beichen said lightly.

“people!?”

“Do you know about creatures like dragons?” Ye Beichen suddenly changed the subject.

The dragon is the most important totem in Chinese civilization. Its horns are like a deer, its head is like a camel, its eyes are like a rabbit, its neck is like a snake, its belly is like a clam, its scales are like fish, its claws are like an eagle, its paws are like a tiger, and its ears are like a cow.

It is said that in ancient times, when tribes fought each other, each time they destroyed a tribe, they would take a piece of the totem and eventually piece them together to form a dragon.

“Gather the strengths of all spirits and become the dragon of creation…” Ye Beichen said lightly.

This is the origin of the dragon.

The dragon is known as the strongest creature, a combination of the strengths of all living creatures.

“In ancient times, there was also a method in Taoism to explore the mysteries of the physical body and move towards the ultimate evolution. The five elements were reversed, and it could survive the catastrophe forever…” Ye Beichen whispered in a serious tone.

Zhang Fan’s eyes were fixed like a line, he knew exactly what Ye Beichen was talking about.

“Five Elements Wrong King!?”

“Eight hundred years ago, a great master in Zhongnan Mountain once mastered this method. Those who defy it become immortals, and those who make mistakes become kings…”

“This palm print was left by him.”

“The Five Elements King… There is actually a senior in Zhongnan Mountain who has mastered this method.” Zhang Fan thought thoughtfully.

After all, he still underestimated the world’s ten famous Taoist mountains. As the orthodox sect of the Xuanmen, which has been passed down for thousands of years, how could they be indifferent to the nine inner alchemy methods! ?

Over the years, there will be predecessors who will continue to study the mysteries.

“Didn’t that senior leave the cultivation method of the [Five Elements King] in Zhongnan Mountain?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

Those are the nine great inner alchemy methods.

“Art has rules, but Tao is inaction.” Ye Beichen said lightly.

“You have practiced the Divine and Demonic Saint Embryo, so you should know that this level of elixir method does not have any detailed practice methods in the end.”

After hearing this, Zhang Fan nodded subconsciously.

There are rules to follow when you first get started, but later on…

To be honest, he still doesn’t know how he cultivated the [Holy Embryo of Gods and Demons].

“The ancestor once said that anyone with the right destiny in the future will be able to comprehend the secret of the Five Elements King from this palm print.” Ye Beichen sighed.

“Unfortunately, in the next eight hundred years, no one in Zhongnan Mountain has mastered this method.”

“Does it include you?” Zhang Fan asked casually.

Ye Beichen paused for a moment and nodded: “Including me.”

“It is destiny that the Five Elements King will not be in Zhongnan after all.”

As he spoke, Ye Beichen took a step forward and walked past Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan turned around, took a deep look at the huge palm print imprinted on the rock wall, and followed Ye Beichen’s steps closely.

The two climbed up the stairs and saw the end of the cliff in a blink of an eye.

Under the topmost stone wall, there was actually a figure sitting cross-legged. He was skinny and shriveled, like a dried corpse with skin and bones wrapped around it. There was not a single drop of moisture in his body. He was even less moist than the bacon that was hung on the balcony of Zhang Fan’s house to dry.

“Senior, why is there a dead person here?” Zhang Fan asked subconsciously.

“Master, he’s here.”

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Fan’s eyes widened and he looked at the dead man in disbelief.

call……

At this moment, the mummy suddenly moved. His chest rose and fell slightly, and there was a faint sound of heartbeats, weak at first, but gradually becoming louder.

“He’s breathing!?”

As the mummy breathed, his skin gradually became full, as if all the moisture in the surrounding air was absorbed by it. The originally dry skin became full and shiny, and one could even faintly see blood flowing.

“The living dead!?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help but be moved.

He knew that there was an extremely powerful alchemy method in Mount Zhongnan, which was created by Wang Chongyang, one of the Five Northern Patriarchs of Quanzhen Taoism, and was called the Living Dead.

Live like a living dead, realize that you can become an immortal, no thought can arise, and the elixir of freedom will be achieved.

Since Wang Chongyang, there are very few people practicing this method in Zhongnan Mountain. It is easy to go from life to death, but difficult to be born from death.

Most people who practiced this method ended up with their souls being extinguished and their bodies becoming like dried bones, never to be able to wake up again.

But the person in front of me actually came back to life.

“Senior, this is…”

“This is the number one expert in Mount Zhongnan and also my master. His surname is also Ye…” Ye Beichen said in a serious tone.

His master’s name is Ye Jinzhao.

Ye Beichen was an orphan since childhood and was adopted by his master, so he also took the surname Ye.

“Master Ye Tianshi’s master?” Zhang Fan’s heart was beginning to waver.

He knew that the headmaster of Mount Zhongnan was named Zhou Kongchan.

But this living dead man in front of him was actually known as the number one master in Zhongnan Mountain, and his cultivation level must be even higher than Zhou Kongchan.

call……

At this moment, the figure on the cushion finally recovered. Although it was still thin, it no longer looked like the mummy just now.

He slowly opened his eyes, looking alert and sharp as lightning as he looked at Zhang Fan.

“Zhang Laoer’s grandson…” Ye Jinzhao had a blank expression on his face and waved slowly.

Zhang Fan was about to step forward when he suddenly saw an ancient painting enshrined behind Ye Jinzhao, with incense burning and candlelight going out. The painting showed eight kings carrying a coffin.

(End of this chapter)