Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 772: Chapter 370: The Mystery of the Living Dead Tomb! An Invitation from the Pure Yang Wang Family

Dusk has arrived, the sun sets over the West Mountain.

The peach blossoms on the mountain are in full bloom, falling petals like a crimson robe.

”Luoying Mountain is not that big, just a mundane hill, not a scenic spot,” Meng Qiwu explained.

Within the Zhongnan Mountain Range, this mountain is not particularly special, it’s just that the terrain is open, allowing one to have a broad view of the surrounding scenery.

Meng Qiwu could not understand why they spent half a day trekking here.

Initially, she truly believed Zhang Fan had made some discovery, but arriving here, she was disappointed.

Other than that pearl peach tree, there was nothing remarkable about this hill.

”The experts from our Zhongnan Mountain have also come here to investigate,” Meng Qiwu continued.

The Living Dead Tomb is Chongyang Zhenren’s retreat, concerning the secrets of life and death. Naturally, Zhongnan Mountain has searched all places he visited without finding anything.

It seems that the Living Dead Tomb is extraordinary, and only those fated can find it.

”Under the peach blossom tree, the Living Dead Tomb,” Zhang Fan looked at the ground covered with peach blossoms, lost in thought.

”Could it truly be an ethereal illusion?”

”Cough... cough, cough, cough...”

At that moment, a fit of violent coughing came from afar, pulling Zhang Fan’s thoughts back.

He turned to look and saw a figure walking up the mountain; he was thin, with sunken eye sockets, taking a step, coughing thrice, and appeared to be a familiar face.

”Chairman Wu!?” Zhang Fan was startled for a moment.

Unexpectedly, he met Wu Qingnang here.

It must be said, he indeed shared fate with this acting chairman of Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance.

”Zhang!?”

Wu Qingnang saw Zhang Fan, swept his gaze past Meng Qiwu, evidently surprised as well.

”Zhang, what a coincidence,” Wu Qingnang’s expression returned to normal, slowly approaching.

”Chairman Wu,” Meng Qiwu greeted upon seeing him.

Speaking of which, Wu Qingnang came to Chang’an to participate in the event hosted by Zhongnan Mountain under Meng Qiwu’s hospitality.

”Quite a coincidence indeed, why is Chairman Wu here?” Zhang Fan asked, feeling the coincidence was too uncanny.

”I am returning to Jiangnan Province tomorrow, and happened to have free time today, so I toured Zhongnan Mountain to pay homage to Ancestor Master Chongyang.”

Wu Qingnang’s frail figure staggered, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

He slowly approached the peach blossom tree, beneath which was a stone stele, coiled with beast heads, ancient and weathered, covered in moss.

”The sun and moon birth together with Yang, nine united return as one, myriad phenomena renew, at this crossing of heaven and earth, life and death intersect...”

Wu Qingnang stroked the ancient stone stele, deciphering the script nearly erased by time.

”Chongyang Zhenren...” Zhang Fan pondered.

”It’s said that Chongyang Zhenren often came here in his later years, watching the sunrise and sunset, observing the cycle of blooming flowers and decay, the world’s rhythm is nothing more...” Wu Qingnang suddenly said.

”The intersection of life and death is merely a return,” Wu Qingnang’s gaze drifted, seemingly filled with reflection.

”Chairman Wu seems very knowledgeable about Chongyang Zhenren,” Zhang Fan spoke.

”He’s of the Earthly Immortal rank, any scholar of Daoism should understand,” Wu Qingnang bowed his head.

”Cough, cough, cough...”

He coughed again, raising his handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose.

”I... in my early years... studied at the Shangjing Daoist Alliance Headquarters, in the library there, I’ve seen quite a few records about Chongyang Zhenren...”

”Those records you won’t find on the internet.”

At this, Wu Qingnang smiled: ”Zhang, you’re ambitious, if you get the chance, you should visit Shangjing and see for yourself, Daoist Alliance...”

”A wonderful place.”

His words abruptly halted; there seemed to be more he wanted to say, but his interest had waned.

”Chairman Wu, are there records of Chongyang Zhenren that can’t be found online?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

Wu Qingnang paused, then suddenly asked, ”Do you know the Living Dead Tomb?”

”Yes, that’s Chongyang Zhenren’s Mystical Cultivation Land,” Zhang Fan certainly knew.

Chongyang Zhenren dug a tomb beneath Zhongnan Mountain, retreated for contemplation, comprehended the mysteries of life and death, and ultimately embarked on the path to immortality, which was well-known.

It is said that during last year’s recruitment in Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, this story was tested.

”Do you know what the Living Dead Tomb is?” Wu Qingnang abruptly asked.

”What is it? Isn’t it a grand tomb?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help but speak.

”If it were merely... cough, cough... an ordinary grand tomb, how could it allow Ancestor Master Chongyang to comprehend the secrets of life and death? Or attract countless followers?” Wu Qingnang laughed.

”Find a spare coffin to lie in... cough, cough, cough... isn’t it the same?”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan fell into contemplation, lightly raising his eyelids to glance at Wu Qingnang, humbly seeking guidance.

”What is it?”

”Womb!” Wu Qingnang softly spoke two words.

Zhang Fan was taken aback, while Meng Qiwu beside him showed a peculiar expression.

”That’s just... a woman’s womb!” Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows.

A woman’s womb, in ancient times, was also referred to as the ’womb palace.’

”The human body is the most wonderful creation in this world, like a small universe...” Wu Qingnang said gently.

”The heaven has the sun and moon, the human has Yin and Yang, mountains and rivers resemble meridians in the body, the five internal organs hide the Five Elements, joy and anger are like weather changes, sound akin to thunder and lightning...”

”The womb is the most mystical of these, concealed within Profound Yin, gathers Yang essence, Yin and Yang unite, and creation is complete...” Wu Qingnang’s voice was low and slow, resonating under the peach blossom tree.

The womb, owned only by women, symbolizes Yin. When united with a man’s Yang essence, Yin and Yang symbiosis results in creation.