Chapter 112 2 Yi Yin Yang Heart Sutra

Chapter 112 2 Yi Yin Yang Heart Sutra

Chapter 112: Yin Yang Heart Sutra
Zhang Yu held the candlestick and walked behind Lan Hao.

He looked back at the entrance and calculated in his mind that there were at least three hundred steps from the main hall to here.

This underground quiet room should be built into the mountain.

He thought to himself, the Taoist Zhao Xu that Brother Lan mentioned is so magical. Could it be that he has nothing to do after eating, so he built the Taoist temple with his disciples in such a secret place that no devout believers can find it. How can he collect money from offerings?

Lan Hao was in a good mood and said with a smile: "Zhang Yu, you are also a lucky general. I owe you one."

Zhao Xu is a god-like figure on earth. The place he chose for seclusion, especially the misty stone forest, is designed in accordance with the terrain. It also conforms to the numbers of Qimen Dunjia and Yin Yang Bagua. There are only a handful of people in the whole world who can crack it.

Of course, there is also a simple way, which is to use gunpowder to blow up the two mountains.

These two peaks are made entirely of huge rocks embedded in the mountain body. It would take at least 70,000 to 80,000 kilograms of gunpowder to shake them fundamentally.

Lan Hao glanced at Zhang Yu and thought to himself that this man was lucky enough to find Xuanyue Valley by accident.

"Brother Lan, it's too early to say that. Let's look for it first. Maybe Taoist Zhao Xu didn't put the Heart Sutra here. You're so happy for nothing that you want to tear down the Xuanyue Temple. To be honest, I really like this place. When I get tired of the disputes in the martial arts world, I will live here and spend the rest of my life in seclusion. If you really want to lose your temper, be gentle and leave a few rooms for me..."

"Zhang Yu."

"Ok?"

"Shut your crow mouth!"

Lan Haofeng raised his eyes slightly and glared at him. Even though he had a broad mind and looked down upon the world, he was so angry at these words that the corners of his mouth twitched. How could this kid be sure that he couldn't find the Heart Sutra left by Zhao Xu?

Zhang Yu shook his head and whispered, "People always like to hear flattery but not the truth. Even a great hero like Brother Lan is no exception."

Lan Hao was too lazy to pay attention to him and went to look in the secret room alone. He didn't need candlelight at all. His ability to see in the dark was no worse than Zhang Yu's with the help of the green jade ring.

"This secret room is quite big."

Zhang Yu put the candlestick on the ground and walked into the darkness.

He looked around. This secret room was at least 500 square meters and was very spacious. The floor was paved with smooth bluestone slabs. Words could be heard echoing. He had no idea what it was used for.

"There are no skeletons here. Did Taoist Zhao Xu finally leave Xuanyue Valley? Then why did he go to so much trouble to build this Taoist temple?"

"Brother Lan, do you think Zhao Xu is still alive?"

No one responded.

It was far away, and in the darkness, he couldn't see where Lan Hao went.

"Brother Lan, Brother Lan, are you still alive? The air here is not well ventilated, so be careful with the candlelight. There is a saying in my hometown, 'When the cock crows, the lights go out...'"

Zhang Yu said casually, and suddenly saw a big box by the wall. He was delighted and quickly shut up and took it out.

"Martial arts secrets, precious armor and sharp swords, elixirs, anything will do."

Zhang Yu stretched out his hand and lifted up the pure copper box, revealing the contents at a glance.

All books.

More than twenty books.

They are all poetry and prose collections, handwritten copies of the Four Books and Five Classics, and Zhu Xi's Collected Commentaries.

All the books in the box have red stamps.

"Hidden by Mr. Liu from Qingtian."

"They are all useless. They have become Taoist monks, but they are still so stubborn and don't even leave a few martial arts secret manuals."

Zhang Yu threw back the copy of Zhu Xi's Collected Commentaries by Liu Bowen, closed the bronze box, sighed in disappointment, and was about to look for it somewhere else when he heard Lan Hao calling him.

"come here."

The voice came from the other end of the secret room, and it was clearly filled with joy.

"Brother Lan, have you found the Heart Sutra?"

Zhang Yu followed the voice and saw Lan Hao standing in front of a stone platform with a wooden box on it. He was holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand with "The Heart Sutra of Yin and Yang" written on the title page.

"I finally found it, Brother Lan, you are saved." Lan Hao quickly flipped through the Heart Sutra, his expression still somewhat solemn.

"The method in this Heart Sutra can only temporarily suppress it. If you want to completely cure the root cause, you need to refine a... Yin-Yang True Pill."

"Yin Yang True Pill? Then go ahead and refine it."

Lan Hao frowned and said, "One hundred and eight kinds of auxiliary medicines are fine, but these seven main medicines are a bit hard to find."

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Brother Lan, I have a small fortune in Pingyang Prefecture in Jin, and I have five or six hundred acres of medicinal fields. What kind of medicine do you need? Ginseng, polygonatum, dendrobium officinale, deer penis, tiger penis, dog and cattle penis. Just make a list and I'll have someone prepare them all for you."

Lan Hao looked at the recipe on the last page and said slowly, "The first one is the Red Sun Dragon Ginseng, which grows in the extremely hot land deep in the desert. As far as I know, someone picked it near the Flame Mountain in the Western Regions more than a hundred years ago, and it has never been heard of since. The second one is the East China Sea Shark Pearl, which is even more of a legendary item... Anyway, no matter which one it is, it is a hundred times more precious than the blue-scaled carp you caught in the Orangutan Beach."

Zhang Yu was stunned. Red Yang Dragon Ginseng and East Sea Mermaid Pearl, these names were too impressive and did not seem like things that could exist in this world.

“Brother Lan, that old Taoist priest must be lying, intentionally leaving behind a recipe for an elixir that can never be refined…”

Before Zhang Yu could finish his words, he saw Lan Hao's face suddenly change and become terribly gloomy, so he quickly stopped talking.

There was silence for a long time.

Lan Hao sneered: "Having this recipe is better than having nothing. In any case, it is also a direction. If I really find out that Taoist Zhao Xu is lying to me, I will come back and burn down this Xuanyue Temple."

"Brother Lan, you are... optimistic."

"You are lucky. In this box, there is a martial arts secret book left by Zhao Xu. Take a look for yourself."

The wooden box on the blue stone platform was pushed towards him.

Zhang Yu picked up the book wrapped in silk cloth, unfolded it and saw four small words written in beautiful and powerful handwriting on the first line.

"This is……"

Even though he had experienced bloody battles, life-and-death struggles, and commanded a large number of underworld forces, he could be said to be someone who did not show his emotions. But at this moment, his hands could not help but tremble, his legs became weak, and every hair on his body stood up to salute.

"To the north of the end of the world there is a dark sea, the Heavenly Lake, where there are fish. It is thousands of miles wide, and no one knows its depth..."

"Is this the Northern Ocean Divine Art?"

Lan Hao was surprised and asked, "You actually know this martial arts secret book?"

"I have seen a record in an anonymous notebook that in the late Northern Song Dynasty, there was a Palace Master of Lingjiu Palace who relied on the Beiming Divine Art obtained from the Xiaoyao Sect to dominate the martial arts world. In the later period, almost no one could defeat him."

Lan Hao nodded and said, "It seems that you haven't read many serious books, but you have read a lot of miscellaneous books."

"Is Zhao Xu also a descendant of the Xiaoyao Sect?"

Zhang Yu was a little curious. Before tonight, he had never heard of Zhao Xu's name, but he knew a thing or two about the Xiaoyao Sect.

Although the Xiaoyao Sect is a secluded sect, there are peerless masters walking the world in every generation. However, they are prone to fighting among fellow disciples and jealousy among junior and senior sisters and brothers. Although they are called free and easy, they are often the most deeply trapped in the web of the seven emotions and six desires of the world, and are the most vulgar group of people.

"When Taoist Zhao was young, he commanded three thousand Yiluan Guards and was the best martial artist in front of the emperor. He was ordered to ride on the rivers and lakes and destroyed countless martial arts families and sects that had been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years. He also confiscated their ancestral martial arts secrets and destroyed many inheritances. Since then, this world of martial arts has begun to decline."

"The Divine Art of the North Sea should be what he obtained at that time."

"I took a look and found that this Bei Ming Divine Art is indeed a peerless martial art. Its achievements should not be inferior to those in my secret book, and it has no hidden dangers. It just requires high qualifications for the practitioner."

Zhang Yu bowed and said, "Brother Lan, I am grateful for your kindness."

Lan Hao chuckled and said, "I'll give you this Bei Ming Divine Art, but I have a request."

"you say?"

"Except for you, you are not allowed to pass this skill on to anyone else."

Zhang Yu thought to himself, it must be because of this magical skill, which is extremely powerful. Brother Lan doesn't want it to be spread out, so that there will be more masters in the world who can compete with him. Especially if it falls into the hands of his enemies, it would be even worse.

"I promised Brother Lan!"

Lan Hao nodded slightly. He was naturally confident and was not afraid that his skills would be leaked to the outside world.

But he had an old friend who was both his enemy and his friend, and the kung fu he practiced also had flaws, and this Bei Ming Divine Art happened to be the solution to that problem completely.

(End of this chapter)