Chapter 851 - 405: Returning to Familiar Grounds! The Closed-door Disciple Appears

Chapter 851: Chapter 405: Returning to Familiar Grounds! The Closed-door Disciple Appears

Jiangbei Province, Zhenwu Mountain.

Over a year has passed, revisiting the old place brings a special flavor to the heart.

Sitting on the sightseeing coach, wandering along the winding mountain roads, Zhang Fan watched the scenery outside. The lush green trees on both sides flashed by, and he couldn’t help but feel a thousand emotions.

The last time he came here, sitting beside him was Li Yishan.

Back then, he had just graduated from college and hadn’t yet escaped the Great Night’s tribulation; he was just an ordinary person who didn’t know what cultivation was.

Now, just over a year later, his life has undergone earth-shattering changes.

"You seem to have a lot on your mind."

Li Miaoyin sat beside Zhang Fan, looking at his distracted gaze, and couldn’t help but say.

"The last time I came, I was still amidst the Great Night, and it was here on Zhenwu Mountain that I began to awaken," Zhang Fan sighed.

Life passes in a hundred years, overlooking Longevity, is but like a mayfly, born in the morning and dying by dusk, in an instant; to have such excitement and opportunities is truly extraordinary.

"Zhenwu Mountain is a Blessed Land of the Daoist Family, a Profound Gate Wondrous Court. Even Ancestor Lv once came here for profound cultivation and enlightenment," Li Miaoyin murmured lightly while gazing at the scenery outside the window.

"Even for an ordinary person coming here, if they hold sincerity, they surely have fate."

"You’re right." Zhang Fan nodded.

"The Path of Ultimate Sincerity can be known beforehand."

In the world’s affairs, there is no distinction between difficulty and ease; the key lies in the word "sincerity."

What is sincerity?

To be utterly focused and precise, as if assisted by the divine, that is sincerity.

With no thoughts arising, achieving action with no intent, that is sincerity.

Where sincerity reaches, with no thoughts arising, no mind and desires, one becomes divine.

At that time, worshiping the divine is worshiping oneself.

Everything established by oneself is a Palace and Temple, where one’s heart resides, the divine is vast, with whatever the heart desires, all things can be achieved.

Unfortunately, people do not understand this principle. The tall candles and incense they hold, the golden bodies they cast, do not exhibit their sincerity but rather their desires.

Inverting priorities in this way, how can the divine be vast, and how can one achieve what the heart desires?

"Non-action, non-action, achieving without intent... That is the Path of Ultimate Sincerity, gaining the true meaning of the Daoist Family..." Zhang Fan murmured softly.

"Ahem..."

Before finishing his words, Ge Shuangxiu sitting in the front row coughed, suppressing Zhang Fan’s voice.

"Can you speak a little quieter? This is Zhenwu Mountain." Ge Shuangxiu turned around and said in a low voice.

His peripheral vision instinctively scanned around; now is the tourism off-season, and most at Zhenwu Mountain in these two days are cultivators attending the ceremony, uncertain there may be some on the bus.

"Feeling nostalgic for a moment." Zhang Fan smiled awkwardly.

"Ahead is the Purple Sky Palace."

Not far away, a magnificent and ancient Palace and Temple appeared in sight. Back then, it was in the Purple Sky Palace that Zhang Fan met Jiang Lai.

"Zhang Fan..."

Just after getting off the bus, a shout came from afar, and Zhang Fan fixed his gaze, recognizing a familiar face.

"Taoist Pojie." Zhang Fan was delighted.

Back then on Zhenwu Mountain, he received much care from Taoist Pojie.

"There have been many matters these days, otherwise I would have come down the mountain yesterday to meet you." Taoist Pojie came to greet him.

Just after getting off the plane yesterday, Zhang Fan sent Taoist Pojie a message.

"No need to be so polite, I know there are many people on the mountain these days, must be hectic." Zhang Fan chuckled, "Once this busy period is over, I’ll treat the Taoist to a foot bath."

"Ahem..." Taoist Pojie’s throat felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"These are my friends." Zhang Fan understandingly laughed and introduced.

"Ge Shuangxiu!"

"Li Miaoyin!"

"Greetings, Taoist." The two bowed in salutation.

Taoist Pojie returned the salute, his eyes swept over Ge Shuangxiu, yet lingered for half a moment on Li Miaoyin, showing a somewhat peculiar expression.

"Let’s go, I’ll lead you inside. Tonight, everyone will be lighting lamps and keeping vigil in the Purple Sky Palace until the ceremony begins tomorrow." Taoist Pojie led the way.

"Where is Chu Zhenren?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

"Master and all the Celestial Masters are at the Golden Summit." Taoist Pojie said deeply.

For these two days, those who can stay at the Golden Summit of Zhenwu Mountain are all Celestial Master Level figures, anything below cannot qualify.

"Taoist Pojie, tomorrow is the disciple induction ceremony, why is the Palace and Temple being repaired now?"

Still outside the Purple Sky Palace, Zhang Fan from afar noticed the rear half of the Purple Sky Palace sealed, a shed constructed.

"Don’t mention it." Taoist Pojie shook his head.

"What happened? Is there something hidden?" Zhang Fan looked at Taoist Pojie’s expression and couldn’t help but inquire.

Taoist Pojie hesitated to speak, he glanced around, then lowered his voice, "This isn’t to be spread, I’ll tell you all but keep it quiet."

"Rest assured, I’m the tightest with my words." Zhang Fan nodded.

"Yesterday someone fought within the Purple Sky Palace, damaging the Palace and Temple, that’s why..."

"What? At the Zhenwu Mountain ceremony, someone dared to fight here, and even damaged the Palace and Temple?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but exclaim.

It’s akin to visiting someone’s home as a guest, especially a Prince’s mansion, fighting at their banquet, flipping tables, wrecking things, not merely a breach of etiquette, practically a slap in the host’s face.

"This is too unseemly." Zhang Fan said deeply.

"Who would argue? Imagine who would disembark from the plane, not even warmed their seat, and start fighting with guests; you say such a person..." Taoist Pojie hesitated to finish.

Ge Shuangxiu and Li Miaoyin however both simultaneously looked at Zhang Fan.

"Why are you looking at me?" Zhang Fan glanced and then asked, "Which family’s disciple could be this unruly? Wouldn’t their elders discipline them fiercely?"

Such lack of manners, brainless actions, only impulsive youths, in a moment of hotheadedness, would commit.