Chapter Thirty-Eight: Blood Song

  Qingshui Zhenren stood up, barefoot on the stairs to the corridor, looking at Lin Fan and Ximen Shuai. Lin Fan saw that he was only around thirty years old, with a very beautiful face, slender figure, and a strong feminine charm. However, judging from his expression, it seemed like he hadn't smiled or cried in at least twenty years, with a stiff and rigid look on his face. Lin Fan had seen this kind of expression before - those who had reached a certain level of cultivation within the Yunqing Sect all had this same expression, as if they were beyond worldly emotions, without sorrow or joy, without desires or regrets, seeing through the world's phenomena like a transparent veil.

  San San Zhen Ren then said to Lin Fan, this is what it means to be possessed by a demon.

  Lin Fan is very strange, why say so? Isn't this breaking through the mortal world and having a high realm?

  Thirty-three true men replied, what is called "walking fire and entering magic" is to lose human nature. Do they still have human nature? If after becoming an immortal, one has no joy or sorrow for all things, no desire or pursuit, then what difference does it make from a block of stone?

  Lin Fan sat down and placed a piece of malt sugar wrapped in paper in front of Qingxiu, who was meditating. Qingxiu's eyes were closed, and he simply said, "Leave me alone, don't disturb my meditation." Lin Fan couldn't see any curiosity in his eyes about what was inside the paper. San San Zhen Ren was standing next to him, talking about him, but he didn't get angry or upset. Lin Fan finally understood why San San Zhen Ren said they had gone mad - because they had already transcended human emotions and were as indifferent as plants and trees. They had lost themselves in their pursuit of the Tao. Was this good fortune or bad?

  "Why are you looking at me like that?" Shinoda Makoto asked Lin Fan.

  "Oh? Being able to ask this question means you're not a cultivator." Lin Fan replied: "I thought you were a cultivator."

  "Qingxiu?" Qing Shui's heart ached as he looked at Lin Fan: "Come here."

  "Can't we just not go?" Lin Fan asked, as if he had misspoken, the Ten True Words seemed to be preparing for a getaway.

  "What sect and school are you from?" Qing Shui asked.

  "Yun Qing Men is a direct descendant of Zhengyi."

  Qingshui Zhenren's eyebrows twitched slightly as he gritted his teeth and asked, "Yunqingmen? Hmph, hmph, hmph..."

  "... Lin Fan ran away and disappeared on the spot, this is called wood escape, which can pass through the forest and trees, most suitable for escaping in the mountains and forests, trees will not cause obstacles, the denser the trees, the faster the wood escape speed."

  "He... what's he doing?"

  "You scared him." Ximen Shuai smiled wryly, if he himself was also scared, the ascetic would have a hint of murderous aura. Mentioning Yun Qing Men, he gritted his teeth and let out a cold hum.

  "Call him back, I won't hurt a junior, I just want to ask something." Qing Shui said.

  Ximen drove the chariot to encircle the universe, chasing after Lin Fan. Later, he used his true energy to condense into words and searched for Lin Fan everywhere. Half a time later, the two returned, and Lin Fan was embarrassed: "Let the real person see the joke."

  Shimizu Makoto shook his head and leaned against the railing, the lake breeze gently blowing through her hair, making her look even more beautiful and charming. Shimizu Makoto asked: "What's your name?"

  "Forest of troubles."

  "Lin?" Qing Shui Ren asked in doubt: "How did you enter Yun Qing Men?"

  "Can this question... be left unanswered?"

  "Please let me know." Mizuki Shinji said politely.

  How to go to Yunqing Gate? Lin Fan grew up in a village 100 miles away since he was young, raised by his grandparents who said he was the child of their benefactor. When he turned nine years old, Lin Fan and his grandfather went to Yunqing Gate, where his grandfather told the disciples at the mountain gate that they wanted to meet the master and took out a cloth bag.

  The disciples of the mountain gate would not report it, but the old man insisted on not leaving, saying that his benefactor had entrusted him to hand over the contents of the cloth bag to the master of the Yunqing Gate. At this time, Zhang passed by and heard some rumors, which he told San San Zhenren in a casual tone when he returned to the sect. San San Zhenren himself said that he was in a very good mood that day and went to the mountain gate with great interest, where he met Lin Fan and claimed to be the master, took the cloth bag, and asked the old man if Lin Fan should be kept?

  The old couple was overjoyed, but they were worried that Lin Fan was too young and wouldn't be able to take care of them. In the end, San San Zhen Ren gave the old man two jade pendants, one for him and one for his wife. Three years later, the old couple passed away without illness, and Lin Fan and San San Zhen Ren returned to the village, where Lin Fan buried them as a filial son.

  Qing Shui wondered: "You didn't know from start to finish?"

  Lin Fan shook his head: "I don't know." It's a big deal, and it's troublesome for the sect leader.

  "Shimizu Makoto raised an eyebrow: 'Do you know someone named Hayato Kurenai?'"

  "I know." Lin Fan said: "Lin Xuege was the number one master of Yunqingmen, who dominated the twelve continents fifty years ago. At that time, he was only forty years old and had already passed the tribulation of the Small Kalpa. He was the first person in Yunqingmen and also a top master in the cultivation world. But there is no record after that, I asked the sect master, he said he died."

  "Dead?" Shinoda Makoto was shocked: "He's dead? How did he die?"

  Lin Fan said, "My master said he went crazy and entered the devil's path. It is said that he originally had a heart demon and then forcefully cultivated evil sects, Buddhist and Taoist laws, and all laws returned to their origin, resulting in his death." Return to the origin, return to the ancestors.

  Shimizu Makoto gazed ahead, silent for a long time before asking, "His corpse?"

  "Don't stay!" Those who died from entering the devil's fire were all cremated. Lin Fan asked in doubt, "Does the True Person seem to recognize my Shibo?" San San True Person was a disciple of Chuan Gong Long Lao in his early years. After Chuan Gong Long Lao died early, he temporarily practiced under the door of Hu Fa Long Lao until he achieved Jin Dan and succeeded as the head of Zheng Yi Sect. Lin Xue Ge, Qian Yu True Person, and San San True Person were all three disciples of Hu Fa Long Lao.

  Qingshui Zhenren gently shook his head: "I am Lin Xuege's wife."

  Lin Fan and Xi Men Xiao were shocked, and there was this reason.

  "Unfortunately, Blood Song was obsessed with his cultivation and didn't care about me at all. In a fit of anger, I moved here to live. I thought he would come looking for me sooner or later, but 50 years have passed and I almost forgot about him. Who would have thought that we were separated by the underworld?" Qing Shui True Person said, tears streaming down his face: "He always said that he was the personally taught disciple of the Guardian Elder, the senior brother of the second generation disciples, shouldering the heavy responsibility of expanding the Guangming Sect and guarding Cloud Clear Mountain. He had a single-minded desire to make Cloud Clear Sect the number one cultivation sect, and said it was his ambition... I should have known, why he didn't become the sect leader, why there was no news from him for so long... because... I dare not think about it, year after year passed, I became more and more afraid to think, afraid to ask. Who would have thought that in the end, it was someone from Cloud Clear Sect who told me this terrible news."

  Desolation, disappointment, heartache... these emotions were fully expressed through words. Ximen Shuai kicked off Lin Fan's Taoist shoes and made a gesture: since there was this relationship, first get Wu Xin to come over and then talk.

  Qingshui Zhenren seemed to have noticed Xi Men's slight movement and said, "Go ahead. Although that Sun Xing is a demonic beast, it recites Buddhist scriptures and eats vegetarian food, so it won't take your lives. If you can't defeat it, just say you're Qingshui's junior and only want to get Ling'er's pelt."

  Ximen Qing let out a sigh of relief: "Thank you, True Person, I'll take my leave."

  "Suit yourself." Mizuki replied calmly.