Xuanyi and Zhao Yi were speechless.
Watching Wei Yuan put the soul-nourishing wood in a place where the effect of the soul-nourishing wood just happened to cover the entire museum, he had already discovered that this museum itself was a small gathering place for yin, and therefore, before he came, a bunch of harmless ghosts gathered here.
If they were in the wild, these guys would either become ghosts or disappear.
How could they happily gather together to smoke Coke?
At this moment, the effect of the soul-nourishing wood covered the entire museum, which not only helped Zhang Xiaoyu to recover, but also brought a lot of benefits to those ghosts.
Zhao Yi was about to speak when he saw Wei Yuan pull out the broken sword behind him.
Then a sword light flashed.
The white jade-colored soul-nourishing wood was directly cut off about an inch.
Zhao Yi felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and even though it wasn't his own, he felt heartache. He almost cried out, but he held it back. The broken sword in Wei Yuan's hand was shining continuously. He cut out the one-inch jade-white soul-nourishing wood core, which was just enough to make a wooden plaque, and wrote Zhang Xiaoyu's name on the front.
He also got Zhang Xiaoyu's age and birthday from Xuan Yi and engraved it on the back.
A word "Wei" was engraved in the lower left corner.
The whole waist plaque was covered with fine lines, forming a special talisman. This was the soul-nourishing method that Wei Yuan exchanged for, making the most of the characteristics of the soul-nourishing wood. After a while, he took a drop of Xiaoyu's blood and put it into it, and then used his blood to infuse the spirit, and the wooden plaque would be completed.
By using the power of the soul-nourishing wood heart, when worn on the body, it can replace the dead body to warm the soul, and can also make Zhang Xiaoyu's scattered soul converge. It looks no different from ordinary people, and it is not easy to see the background. If there is really a Taoist who can see it, seeing the patterns on the soul-nourishing card, it is also known that it is from the orthodox Taoist school, not an evil thing.
Wei Yuan raised his head and saw Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi were silent, staring at him, wanting to say something but stopping.
Especially his eyes fell on the soul-nourishing wooden card in his hand.
The material of the talisman is not only the yellow talisman.
The wood with spirituality and the superior jade can be used as the material for carrying the talisman.
This kind of talisman is generally slightly more difficult than the basic yellow talisman.
Wei Yuan was able to do it in one go because he gained experience in carving talismans from the waist card.
He put away the soul-nourishing wood sign. He only used the wood core to make the sign, and there was still a part left. He pushed the two parts of the soul-nourishing wood towards Zhao Yi and Xuan Yi, saying, "If you don't mind, you can accept these two parts of the soul-nourishing wood."
"Of course, it's not for free. I would like to trouble you to help find out who Zhang Yue had contacted before, especially who he had remitted a large amount of money to during this period."
Wei Yuan paused and said:
"The life-extending method is not accessible to ordinary people."
"Maybe someone is leaking these evil methods to ordinary people."
.........
Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi solemnly accepted Wei Yuan's request.
At this moment when the concentration of spiritual energy recovery began to increase faster and faster, someone leaked this kind of evil method. Regardless of whether it was a huge hidden danger, Zhang Yue used his own life to extend his daughter's life, but there would always be someone who would choose to use someone else's life.
The life-extending method is still slightly better.
If it involves some cruel and barbaric ancient witchcraft, more than one or two people will be harmed.
Xuanyi and Zhaoyi drove away from the museum.
The two were silent on the road. After a long time, Zhaoyi couldn't hold back and asked while driving: "Did you see it..."
"The sign carved by Master Wei."
Xuanyi nodded and said complicatedly: "It's exactly the same as the sign of my master."
Zhaoyi grinned: "More than exactly the same, the sign of my master has incomplete parts. It was restored by someone later. Some places are not circulated smoothly. After all, it was a thing from the Qin and Han Dynasty. But when I saw Master Wei carving the sign just now, his hands were very familiar, it didn't look like the first time."
The two fell silent again.
Xuan Yi said silently: "Under the soul-nourishing tree..."
Zhao Yi nodded, lit a cigarette, and said:
"It looks very similar to those of my great-grandfather, so it should be the real thing."
"Well...are you going to tell anyone?"
"Tell anyone?!"
Zhao Yi shook his head violently and said, "No."
"Master Wei has paid us hush money, what are you talking about?"
He glanced at his soul-nourishing tree, which was at least two thousand years old, and said:
"There are only ordinary people who visit the folk museum here."
............
Wei Yuan asked Zhang Xiaoyu to wear the wooden sign.
Because Zhang Yue's relatives and friends have always believed that Zhang Xiaoyu has died of a serious illness, and Zhang Xiaoyu herself is a zombie with a special physique, Wei Yuan temporarily left her in the museum.
After handling Zhang Yue's funeral, Zhang Xiaoyu slowly walked out of the shadow of losing her father, at least on the surface.
Just encountered trouble with the issue of going to school.
It is impossible for a child of this age not to go to school.
But Zhang Xiaoyu's situation is special, and the special operations team can't let such a child go to an ordinary kindergarten.
So there is only one way left for Wei Yuan.
Let Xiaoyu go to school with the children of the Taoist sect. In this era, even those little Taoists must be forced to attend classes honestly. In addition to the Taoist morning and evening classes, they have to learn everything from mathematics, physics, chemistry and biology, as well as talismans, footwork, swordsmanship, and boxing to nourish their bodies. If they want to ask the Taoist priests there to learn some ancient zither and calligraphy, as long as they have the energy and time, it is also a matter of course.
In Xiaoyu's case, it is more appropriate to go there.
During this period, Zhang Xiaoyu's body and soul have recovered under the influence of the soul-nourishing wood, and his face no longer looks pale. With the protection of the soul-nourishing wood, it is no problem for him to go to the Taoist sect where the spiritual energy is pure.
Because Wei Yuan had helped a lot before, Zhou Yi was busy helping to deal with this matter. Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi also made great efforts. It seems that they have quarreled with the elders more than once, which made the elders angry and scolded them for not knowing how to respect their elders.
But this time, not only Zhao Yi, who was usually jumpy, but also Xuan Yi insisted after silently apologizing.
Zhao Yi glanced at the elders and thought silently in his heart.
Elders...
In order to cultivate the practice of the younger generations, the children of the Taoist sect also go to school in the mountains.
Originally, the best choice was Baiyun Temple in Shuntian Prefecture.
There are also true practitioners among them, with a long history and profound heritage, but on the one hand, Wei Yuan did not have a good impression of Baiyun Temple because of Liu Chao's jade talisman, and on the other hand, Weiming Sect at least had someone familiar with him, so he chose Weiming Sect.
His name was included in the list on the mountain, and he should have entered the mountain immediately.
But Wei Yuan felt that at this time, what the child needed was to be with her, not to abandon her immediately, so he did not send her to the Taoist sect immediately, but stayed with Xiaoyu for more than a month before asking her if she wanted to go back to school.
"Can I still go to school?"
Zhang Xiaoyu widened her eyes in disbelief.
Wei Yuan nodded and said, "Yes, but that place is a bit far."
"You have to stay in the mountains and come back when the holidays come."
He stretched out his hand and rubbed Zhang Xiaoyu's hair, saying, "I'll pick you up then."
"Yes!"
.........
Wei Yuan sent Zhang Xiaoyu to the Taoist sect.
After returning, daily life was the same as always, but it felt a little quiet and a little uncomfortable.
Swordsmanship, Crouching Tiger Jue daily practice, talismans daily carving.
His own cultivation and Taoism were also slowly improving.
And when he broke through a barrier in his cultivation, he had a dream.
............
The sky is blue and white, and the sky is vast.
A green mountain, and a prosperous city at the foot of the mountain.
Wei Yuan walked along the mountain road with a lantern, and found a Taoist temple in front of him.
It is hard to imagine that there are still such Taoist temples in this era.
Wei Yuan looked at the Taoist temple, and heard some movement inside, and shouted:
"Is there a Taoist priest in the temple?"
There was complete silence.
He raised his hand and pressed his sword, and walked in step by step.
Seeing that the interior of the Taoist temple was extremely cold and tall, and that it was not the statue of the Three Pure Ones, but a majestic man, Wei Yuan wanted to look forward, but suddenly his heart was chilled, and the flashlight in his hand turned into a white lantern without knowing when, and the lantern emitted a faint green light.
Blood flowed from the walls of the Taoist temple.
The steps under his feet turned into white bones.
The towering beams turned into sharp teeth.
Wei Yuan heard an excited tiger roar. This Taoist temple was actually just the tiger opening its mouth. Wei Yuan's face changed and he slashed forward with the sword in his hand. However, the tiger was too huge. With a raised neck, Wei Yuan fell directly downwards. Two rows of sharp teeth bit him with a fishy smell, and a bloody smell hit his face.
.........
"Ah!!"
Wei Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and his face was pale.
He sat up, drank a bottle of water, calmed down, and washed his face to calm down.
It was the Tiger King, no, the Mountain King...
Did he know that his hometown was breached, so he used some magic to target him, or was it a warning from the Crouching Tiger Waist Card? The ancient famous sword was hung on the wall. If an enemy attacked, it would roar continuously. It was normal for an artifact like the Crouching Tiger Waist Card to have similar abilities.
But it was obvious that the Mountain King was an inevitable enemy.
"Mountain ghost..."
Wei Yuan raised his head and prepared to lie down again for a while.
But just as he closed his eyes, the water ghost knocked on the door again, and Wei Yuan had to get up.
When he pushed the door open, he saw a bunch of dead ghosts looking at Wei Yuan pitifully, pointing at the empty refrigerator again. Obviously, the inventory was drunk dry again. Wei Yuan couldn't help but swear and wanted to ask him if he was drowned by Coke before.
But this bunch of ghosts with different but somewhat hideous appearances staring at people pitifully was still a bit creepy. Wei Yuan looked at the money in his card.
Coke doesn't cost much.
But there is no need to worry about getting fat, and ghosts who don't get tired of drinking, the speed of gathering to drink Coke is beyond your imagination.
He had no choice but to call his employer Fang Hongbo, seeing that it was getting dark but not too late.
He wanted to withdraw this month's salary in advance, as well as the agreed vegetable money.
"Hello, is this Mr. Fang?"
"Who... who are you?!"
Fang Hongbo's voice came from the phone, but it sounded a little flustered.
Wei Yuan explained: "Wei Yuan, Folk Museum..."
There was a terrified scream from the other end of the phone.
Wei Yuan frowned and said, "Mr. Fang?! Mr. Fang, are you okay?"
There was a violent and rapid panting on the phone, which could not be calmed for a long time. Fang Hongbo suddenly asked a question, saying, "Museum? Bo, museum... Wei, Wei Yuan, have you had anyone recently? I mean, has my son been to your place? The museum is his..."
Wei Yuan was surprised and said, "Your son?"
"No, why, is your son coming over?"
"Can you leave me a contact number so that I can contact you when the time comes..."
The voice on the other side was silent, and then the voice said dryly and fearfully:
"My son, he, is dead..."
Dang, dang, dang--
There was a knock on the door from the other end of the phone, very rhythmic, but with a gloomy atmosphere, giving people a feeling of being close at hand.
As if pressing on the heart.
Dang, dang,
Dang--
Squeak--
Wei Yuan turned his head slightly and looked at the door next to him.
The door rang.
Have you heard of the story about the dead coming to your door?