After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 758 The Mysterious Porcelain Jar, Uncle Arrives!
"We've been there together more than once. Have you seen any treasure?" Chen Yang rolled his eyes, not giving a direct answer to the question.

Qin Zhou thought back for a moment. There were nothing but snakes in that rice noodle ditch. He had indeed gone there with Chen Yang a few times, but he had never seen any treasure.

But who knows if this kid ever went there alone?

It's really hard to say.

Chen Yang said, "Even if I did take it, so what? Does that thing belong to Chen Antai? How come he has the nerve to call it his family's heirloom?"

"Ah."

Qin Zhou smiled and said, "That makes sense. These things are naturally whoever encounters them. However, I don't think this Chen Qiaogu is someone you can easily get along with. She might cause you trouble later. You'd better think about how to deal with her."

"I don't have time to deal with her right now."

Chen Yang shook his head indifferently, "I hate trouble, but I'm also not afraid of trouble. If she dares to bother me, you'll see if I don't deal with her."

Qin Zhou was both amused and exasperated.

This kid's personality is getting more and more arrogant.

However, this is exactly the kind of personality he likes.

In this life, one should act swiftly and decisively, seeking only what is right in one's heart. If you dare to displease me, then I will surely get back at you.

Looking back, Qin Zhou realized that he had spent the first half of his life in a state of constant subservience and excessive caution. Only now did he feel like he was finally living his own life again.

"The ashes of Brother Chen Jingbang and his mother have not yet been laid to rest. If there is an opportunity, I would like to help them fulfill their wish. Let's see if we can..." Qin Zhou opened his mouth, but this matter was indeed somewhat difficult.

"There's a chance."

Chen Yang said, "It's not a big deal. Let's talk about it after I'm done with this busy period."

Qin Zhou nodded slightly, got up and went to his study. A short while later, he came out carrying a jar.

"Old man, are you keeping the ashes at home?"

Chen Yang's face twitched, and he instinctively sat back as if it were something unlucky.

"What are you thinking?"

Qin Zhou rolled his eyes at him, then placed the jar on the table. "The ashes of the mother and child are kept in Phoenix Mountain Cemetery. This is not ashes."

Upon hearing that it wasn't ashes, Chen Yang's expression returned to normal somewhat.

His gaze fell on the jar.

The round, pot-bellied porcelain jar, decorated with blue and white patterns, is about a foot tall and has a small lid on top.

If it's not an urn, then what is it? It can't be pickled cabbage, can it?

Chen Yang raised an eyebrow.

Qin Zhou said, "This is called a Soul Jar. A while ago, a friend of mine found this treasure at a ghost market in the Western Frontier."

"Soul Urn?"

Chen Yang's face twitched again; he did have some understanding of this kind of thing.

These are usually items placed in the tomb by the deceased as funerary objects, symbolizing their purpose in holding the soul of the deceased.

In other words, the things dug out of the tomb.

An urn would be better.

This old man doesn't seem to mind the bad luck; he dares to bring this kind of thing home.

Qin Zhou said with great seriousness, "This thing is amazing. I don't know what's inside. I held it and cultivated for a few days, and my spiritual cultivation level rose rapidly. In just ten days, my spiritual power has probably increased by three or four grades."

"Oh?"

Chen Yang was somewhat surprised upon hearing this, and his eyes scanned Qin Zhou.

At this moment, in Lingjiang County, not in the system's bound location, he could not see Qin Zhou's specific values, but he could feel the fluctuations in his blood and spiritual power.

His physical strength is around the eighteenth rank, but his mental strength has already reached the twenty-fifth rank.

This old man, without making a sound, has improved his cultivation level quite a bit.

"Since your cultivation level is higher, can you help me figure out what the principle behind this jar is?"

Qin Zhou carefully pushed the jar toward Chen Yang, "Although it can help me improve my cultivation, I always feel that something is a little strange about it."

Chen Yang reached out and took the jar, trying to probe it with his spiritual power, but he felt a strong force repelling him, and his spiritual power could not get close at all.

Even radar detection yielded the same result: a hazy, indistinct pattern, making it impossible to discern any clues.

A bit of a secret.

Chen Yang reached for the lid of the jar, wanting to lift it up and take a look.

"Don't."

Qin Zhou grabbed his hand, saying, "The lid is very tight, it's hard to open, and it's easy to break. I've tried it before, and every time I feel a strange palpitation."

Heart palpitations?

Chen Yang frowned slightly and made Qin Zhou release his grip, but he still held the lid and gently twisted it.

The lid was indeed fitted very tightly, and Chen Yang, afraid of breaking it, did not use much force.

Indeed, he couldn't twist it, but the moment Chen Yang exerted force, his heart suddenly felt like it was being squeezed by someone's hand, and an inexplicable sense of fear instantly surged like a tidal wave.

Goosebumps rose all over his body, and his face turned deathly pale.

It was as if some enormous horror was hidden inside the jar.

He quickly released his grip and circulated his true energy to dispel the inexplicable feeling of terror.

My wildly beating heart quickly calmed down.

"See? I wasn't lying to you, was I?" Qin Zhou patted him on the shoulder. "You're at the Creation Realm, yet this jar can frighten you. What's inside must be extraordinary."

Chen Yang frowned slightly. The feeling of fear he had just experienced receded like the tide, but his sensations remained strangely real.

He weighed the jar in his hand; it was quite heavy, probably over ten kilograms.

I dare not open this jar rashly again; there might be something terrifying inside.

He consulted the Three Corpse Divine Tree and the Five Thunder True Man, who also tried to probe the jar with their primordial spirits, but they got the same result as Chen Yang.

The unknown is terrifying.

It actually made two Dao True Realm experts feel terrified.

Moreover, neither the Three Corpse Divine Tree nor the Five Thunder True Man could give a clear answer.

Chen Yang's eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown. He looked up at Qin Zhou and asked, "You said this jar was brought back from the Western Regions? Do you have any details about its origin?"

Qin Zhou shook his head. "I found it at the Ghost Market. It has no history, and no one will tell you where it came from. Anyway, it's a good thing. If you want to know where it came from, you can only look it up yourself. I've looked up some information these past few days, but I haven't found any relevant information."

Chen Yang's eyebrows didn't relax. "Who is your friend? Why would he transfer something so good to you?"

"This……"

Qin Zhou paused for a moment, then said, "My friend is named Xia Chunqiu. He is from the Western Frontier and we have known each other for more than ten years. He heard that I had broken through to the Spirit Realm. He suffered a hidden injury in his early years and was stuck in the fourth-grade Hermit Realm for many years. We are in the same boat. He asked me for my experience in healing. I gave him the healing prescription that Old Man Xue gave me, and he gave me this jar."

Chen Yang raised an eyebrow. "What's this person's character like?"

"You suspect he has ulterior motives?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhou immediately denied it, saying, "I've known him for over ten years, and I know his character well. He wouldn't cheat me. Besides, this jar has only brought me benefits right now..."

“Knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing hearts.”

Chen Yang shook his head. "You're so shrewd and experienced, you can't possibly not understand the principle of always being wary of others. If this thing is really that good, would you be willing to give it to someone else?"

"This……"

"He has a thousand ways to thank you, but why did he choose this one?"

"It shouldn't be that bad..."

"I'm just giving you a heads-up. Whether it's serious or not is up to you to decide. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Old man, how many good people do you think can become your friends?"

"Your words are hurtful."

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhou's beard twitched. "Why can't my friend be a good person? Your words are too prejudiced!"
You're doing just fine with me, aren't you? You're no better than me, are you?

He wasn't too happy to hear that, but aside from that, Chen Yang's reminder wasn't without reason.

If it were him, he certainly wouldn't give away such a treasure.

Chen Yang said, "Moreover, this thing comes from the Western Frontier, where there are three secret sects. These three sects have a lot of evil arts. This jar might very well be from one of them. You've tasted some benefits now, but in the long run, who knows what kind of trouble might come your way..."

The Western Frontier Secret Sect—when Chen Yang thinks of the word "Secret Sect," many cruel and unbearable images flash through his mind. Therefore, he instinctively feels wary of anything that comes from the Western Frontier.

Qin Zhou chuckled dryly, "It's not as serious as you make it out to be, is it? At least I feel pretty good right now. I'm holding this jar every day, and without even having to consciously cultivate, my spiritual power is just skyrocketing. If this continues, I think it won't be long before I reach the late stage of the Spirit Realm, and I might even be able to try to break through to the Creation Realm..."

A year ago, Qin Zhou's dream, or rather his obsession, was simply to break through to the Spirit Realm, heal his internal injuries, and live to the limit of his lifespan.

However, people's obsessions can change. After truly breaking through to the Spirit Realm and no longer worrying about dying young, what Qin Zhou wanted had already quietly changed.

His only thought now is to break through to the Creation Realm in his lifetime and super-extend his lifespan.

In this dazzling world, amidst the myriad temptations and dazzling array of temptations, who wouldn't want to live a few more years, especially if you have money and power? Who wouldn't want to enjoy life for a few more years? Once you have a car, you want a house; once you have a house, you want a wife. That's just how people are; desires are endless. To put it more formally, this is called a phased ideal.

Chen Yang said, "I can sense that there is something terrifying inside this jar. You probably can't handle it. Why don't you let me handle it for you..."

"you?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhou raised an eyebrow. "Forget it. I'm afraid I might not get it back. I'll leave it here for now and study it for a while. If there are any problems, I'll come back to you..."

"I can't care about you."

Chen Yang raised an eyebrow. This old man was quite shrewd.

……

-

After a short delay at his home in Qinzhou, Chen Yang picked up his car and arrived at the high-speed rail station, arriving close to eight o'clock.

Not long after, people began to exit the station one after another.

"Uncle."

In the crowd, Chen Yang spotted Huang Daolin's slightly thin figure and quickly went to greet him.

"You've been waiting for a long time."

Huang Daolin was carrying a bulging backpack, but he was alone. Huang Ying was still in the provincial capital and hadn't come back with him.

"I arrived shortly after."

Chen Yang took the backpack and put it in the car.

It was just past eight o'clock, still very early, so the two of them went to a noodle shop next to the station and had breakfast.

Inside the noodle shop, Chen Yang gave Huang Daolin a general account of the situation, including the attack he had encountered earlier that day.

Huang Daolin ate his noodles while listening to Chen Yang talk.

Are you alright?

After listening to Chen Yang recount his morning's experiences, Huang Daolin asked a question.

Chen Yang shook his head. "Uncle, this person knows a lot of strange spells, like 'Ink Splashing into the Soul' and 'Wooden Dummy Substitute for Calamity.' He doesn't need to show himself at all; he just hides in the shadows and uses these methods to annoy us. Although they can't hurt us, they're hard to guard against. Master Xuanjing and the others mean that you, Uncle, are also a member of the Fa Sect, and you're from the same sect as Tong Chen, so you might know him better. See if you can find a way to find him..."

"Ah."

Huang Daolin nodded slightly. "I'll go back to Huangjia Village first to get some tools before I go over."

"it is good."

Upon hearing Huang Daolin's words, Chen Yang knew that Huang Daolin probably had a plan in mind.

The worst-case scenario is that even Huang Daolin might be helpless, and his trip would be pointless.

……

After breakfast, Chen Yang drove Huang Daolin back to Huangjia Village.

-

Huang Daolin's family.

As soon as he got home, Huang Daolin started packing his things without stopping.

Dharma bell, Dharma seal, Dharma robe, Dharma crown, Dharma knife, ox horn, command flag, paper figure, bamboo horse, mask, command arrow, incense and candles...

A huge pile of things, a dazzling array.

There's too much stuff, it's very inconvenient to carry around.

Chen Yang took out the Shushan Mountain Lord Seal and put all these things inside.

Huang Daolin then went to the back of the house and dragged a large vat out of the woodpile next to the chicken coop.

The large vat that villagers use to make fermented soybean paste.

The jar was filled with clean water, and he took a bucket and filled several buckets to the brim.

Upon closer inspection, Chen Yang noticed that there were quite a few large vats like these behind the woodpile.

"Uncle, this water..."

At first he thought it was alcohol, but it didn't taste like alcohol at all; it was definitely water.

Why is my uncle hoarding so much water?
The village is adjacent to the Tuanjie Reservoir, and even in the driest years, it has never lacked water.

Huang Daolin filled the container with water and handed it to Chen Yang. "This is called Dragon Boat Festival Water. The Dragon Boat Festival is the day of extreme Yang in the year. On this day, if you collect water and let it dry in the sun, you can obtain water of extreme Yang. Therefore, it is also called Extreme Yang Water, Pure Yang Water, and the nemesis of Yin..."

He patiently explained to Chen Yang.

Every year, Huang Daolin would dry a new batch of water for the Dragon Boat Festival. These buckets of water had been dried for at least twenty Dragon Boat Festivals.

Chen Yang activated his Heavenly Eye and looked through the bucket; it emitted a white light with a clanging sound.

This must be the ultimate Yang energy that my uncle was talking about.

……

Having prepared everything, they closed the door, got into the car, and quickly left Huangjia Village.

"By the way, Uncle, while you were away, someone came to our house—Taoist Huanglong from the Heavenly Dao Sect on Hong Kong Island..."

In the car, Chen Yang told Huang Daolin about what happened that day.

Huang Daolin was not surprised. Huang Can had already called him and explained the matter in detail.

When he got home, he found that many places in the house had been ransacked, especially the study, which was in a complete mess.

Unexpectedly, after all these years, the Yellow Dragon Taoist has been found again.

“Huang Can ran into him, but by the time I arrived, he was already gone. He had some grudge against Old Zhou, and Old Zhou had been hunting him down. I don’t know where he’s hiding now. He’s probably after the things he gave you back then,” Chen Yang said.

Huang Daolin nodded slightly. "His things are all in the study. He went through them but didn't take them. He was probably looking for the tattered scripture you took..."

Chen Yang thought so too.

He was quite relieved; he had taken the incomplete scripture, and then Huanglong Daoist came looking for him.

"He asked you to send the things back to him, Uncle. What are you going to do? Are you going to return them to him?" Chen Yang asked.

"Let's talk about this later."

Huang Daolin shook his head noncommittally.

After all, the scriptures were left to him by Huanglong Daoren, who said back then that he was only to keep them safe. Although many years have passed, the things still belong to someone else, and it is a normal request for him to want them back.

“I have shown the text to Shi Ling. It is confirmed to be the second volume of the ‘Three One Five Tooth Sutra’. Whether it is complete is still uncertain. We will have to wait until Shi Ling recovers before we can see it again.”

Whether the scripture is returned or not is irrelevant to Chen Yang, since it's only half a scroll, and he already has the content.

As for this Master Huanglong, he has the life to obtain this incomplete scroll, but it's uncertain whether he'll live to use it.

Huang Daolin nodded. There were more pressing matters at hand, and the matter of Huanglong Zhenren could be postponed.

……

-

Chen Yang drove fairly fast and arrived at Jinkouhe by noon, with Dawa Mountain getting closer and closer.

The two people in the car became cautious. Chen Yang had been attacked once that morning, and now that he had returned, he might be targeted again.

But as it turned out, Chen Yang's worries were unnecessary, and they did not encounter any further attacks until they arrived at Tongjia'ao.

……

In a house in the north of the village, Huang Daolin met Xuan Jing and Zhou Mingyuan for the first time.

Given Huang Daolin's age, he could only be considered a junior in front of these two.

However, Huang Daolin was a member of the Fa Sect and possessed an inherent mystical aura, so the two of them naturally did not underestimate him.

Just in time for dinner, Chen Yang and the others took their seats as soon as they returned.

Throughout the meal, Xuan Jing's gaze kept lingering on Huang Daolin, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

"Brother Huang, haven't we met somewhere before?" Xuan Jing couldn't help but ask abruptly.

Upon hearing this, Huang Daolin smiled and said, "I often go to Mount Emei for pilgrimage, so I might have seen you before."

"Is it?"

Xuan Jing raised an eyebrow, seemingly still somewhat puzzled, but didn't press further. "This time we encountered a highly skilled member of the Legalist sect, whose methods were truly mysterious. Zhou Lao and I were at a loss. Xiao Yang mentioned you, so I took the liberty of inviting you here. I just don't know how confident you are, Brother Huang, in your ability to help us find this person..."

"Master, there's no rush. Let's go to the ancestral hall later and discuss it further." Huang Daolin remained calm and composed.

How can you say you're certain when you haven't even looked into the matter?

No one said anything more, and after lunch, they all went to the Tong Family Ancestral Hall together.

Whether it's a mule or a horse, let's put it to the test and see if Uncle Chen Yang is truly capable or just a charlatan.

(End of this chapter)