Museum of Demons

Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi were speechless.

Seeing Wei Yuan put the soul-cultivating wood in one place, the effect of cultivating the soul can just cover the entire museum, he has already discovered that this museum itself is a small gathering place for yin, and therefore, he came to Before, a bunch of harmless ghosts gathered here.

In the wild, these guys either turn into ghosts or vanish into thin air.

Where else can you happily gather to drink Coke.

At this moment, the effect of the soul-nourishing wood enveloped the entire museum. While nourishing Zhang Xiaoyu's body, it could also benefit those ghosts a lot.

Zhao Yi was about to speak when he saw Wei Yuan pull out the broken sword behind his backhand.

Then a sword light flashed.

An inch or so of the white jade-colored Soul Cultivating Wood was chopped off.

Zhao Yi only felt a sudden pain in his heart, even if it wasn't his own, he almost cried out, holding back desperately, Wei Yuan broke the sword in his hand and cut out that inch of jade-white soul-nourishing Mu Muxin, It happened to be a wooden sign with Zhang Xiaoyu's name written on the front.

He also got Zhang Xiaoyu's birthday from Xuan Yi, which was engraved on the back.

In the lower left corner is engraved a character of Wei.

And the entire waist card is covered with fine lines, forming a special talisman. This is the method of nourishing the soul that Wei Yuan bought in exchange for it. Using the characteristics of the soul-cultivating wood to the greatest extent, after a while, take a drop of Xiaoyu's blood into it, and then use his blood Injecting the spirit, the wooden sign is considered complete.

Borrowing the ability of nurturing the soul and wearing it on the body, it can replace the dead body to warm and nourish the soul, and it can also restrain the scattered soul of Zhang Xiaoyu. It looks like ordinary people, and it is not easy to see the root cause, but If you really have Taoism, you can tell it. Seeing the lines on the soul-raising card, you also know that you are from an orthodox Taoist school and not evil.

Wei Yuan raised his head and saw Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi were silent, staring at his side, hesitating to speak.

Especially when his eyes fell on the wooden tablet for cultivating souls in his hand.

The material of talisman is not only yellow talisman.

Wood that contains spirituality and high-quality jade can be used as materials for carrying talismans.

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 engraving talismans from his waist card.

He put away the soul-nourishing wooden tablet. He only used the wooden core to make the wooden tablet, and there was some left over. He pushed the two parts of the soul-nourishing wood towards Zhao Yi and Xuan Yi, and said: If Don't mind, you can accept these two pieces of soul-cultivating wood.

Of course, it's not a free gift. I'd like to ask you to help me find out who Zhang Yue has contacted before, especially who he has sent a large amount of money to during this time.

Wei Yuan's voice paused, and said:

The method of life extension is not accessible to ordinary people.

Someone may be leaking these heretical methods to ordinary people.

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Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi solemnly accepted Wei Yuan's request.

At this juncture when the concentration of spiritual energy recovery is getting faster and faster, someone leaks this kind of evil method, regardless of whether it is a huge hidden danger, Zhang Yue uses his own life to renew his daughter's life, but there are always people who choose to use other people's lives .

Life extension is slightly better.

If some cruel and wild ancient witchcraft techniques are involved, there will be more than one or two people who will be harmed.

Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi drove away from the museum.

When the two were on the road, they were silent all the way. After a long time, Zhao Yi couldn't hold back and asked while driving, Did you see...

The sign engraved by the head of the guard.

Xuan nodded, and said complicatedly: It's exactly the same as the sign of the ancestor.

Zhao Yi grinned: It's more than just the same. The master's brand has incomplete parts, which were restored by someone later, and some places are not circulating smoothly. After all, it is a thing from the Qin and Han alchemy era, but I just saw it in the Weiguan When the master engraved the sign, he was very familiar with his hands, unlike the first engraving.

The two fell silent again.

Xuan Yi said silently: Under the Soul Cultivating Tree...

Zhao Yi nodded, lit a cigarette, and said:

It's very similar to my great-grandfather's items, so it should be genuine.

Well...do you want to say it?

Speak out?!

Zhao Yi shook his head violently and said, Don't say it.

The owner of the guard gave us a hush money, what are you talking about?

He glanced at his soul-cultivating tree, at least two thousand years old, and said:

There are only ordinary people looking at folk museums here.

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Wei Yuan asked Zhang Xiaoyu to wear the wooden plaque on his body.

Because Zhang Yue's relatives and friends always thought that Zhang Xiaoyu had died of a serious illness, plus Zhang Xiaoyu was a living corpse with a special constitution, so Wei Yuan temporarily left her in the museum.

After dealing with Zhang Yue's final affairs, Zhang Xiaoyu slowly walked out of the shadow of losing his father, at least on the surface.

Just having trouble with school.

It is impossible for such a big child not to go to school.

But Zhang Xiaoyu's situation is special, and it is impossible for the special operations team to let such a child go to an ordinary kindergarten.

So there was only one road left before Wei Yuan's eyes.

Let Xiaoyu and the Taoist children go to school together. In this day and age, even the little Taoist priests have to go to class honestly. Except for Taoist morning and evening classes, math, physics, chemistry and chemistry students have to learn everything, and they have to learn talismans , footwork, swordsmanship, you have to use boxing to cultivate yourself. If you want to ask the Taoist priest there to learn some Guqin calligraphy, as long as you have the energy and time, that is also a matter of course.

In the case of small fish, it is more suitable to go there.

During this period of time, under the influence of the soul-nourishing wood, Zhang Xiaoyu's body and soul have recovered, and his face no longer looks pale. With the protection of the soul-nourishing wooden plaque, it is no problem to go to the place of pure aura in the Taoist gate.

Because Wei Yuan helped a lot before, Zhou Yi helped to deal with this matter. Among them, Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi also contributed a lot. It seems that they had quarreled with the elders more than once, blowing their beards angrily He stared and scolded them for not knowing their elders.

But this time, not only Zhao Yi, who was usually escaping, even Xuan Yi persisted after he silently confessed his guilt.

Zhao Yi glanced at the elder, thinking silently in his heart.

Sir...

In order to cultivate the practice of the younger generation, the children of the Taoist school also go to school in the mountains.

Originally the best choice was the Baiyun Temple in Shuntianfu.

Among them are some true cultivators, with a long history and profound background, but firstly, Wei Yuan did not have a good impression of Baiyun Temple because of Liu Chao's jade talisman, and secondly, there were at least acquaintances in Weimingzong, so he chose Weimingzong.

His name entered the list on the mountain, so 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 leave her immediately, so instead of sending her to the Taoist gate immediately, he stayed with Xiaoyu for more than a month before asking her what she wanted to do. Don't want to go back to school.

Can I still go to school?

Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes widened in disbelief.

Wei Yuan nodded and said, Well, but that place is a little far away.

You have to stay on the mountain and come back when you are on vacation.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed Zhang Xiaoyu's hair, and said, I'll pick you up then.

Um!

………………

Wei Yuan sent Zhang Xiaoyu to the Taoist gate.

After returning, my daily life was the same as before, but I felt a little quiet and a little uncomfortable.

Swordsmanship, crouching tiger practice daily, talismans carved daily.

His self-cultivation is also slowly improving.

And when he broke through a barrier in his cultivation, he had a dream.

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The sky is white and the sky is vast.

A green mountain, the city below the mountain is prosperous.

Wei Yuan was walking on the mountain road with a lamp, and found a Taoist temple in front of him.

It's hard to imagine such a Taoist temple still exists in this day and age.

Wei Yuan looked at the Taoist temple, heard movement inside, and said loudly:

Is there a Taoist priest in the temple?

There was no sound.

He raised his hand and pressed the sword, and walked in step by step.

Seeing the extremely gloomy and towering interior of the Taoist temple, and not the statue of Sanqing, but a majestic man, Wei Yuan wanted to look forward, and suddenly his heart felt cold, and the flashlight in his hand turned into a white lantern at some point. There is a faint blue light in it.

Blood flowed from the walls of the Taoist temple.

The steps under your feet turned into bones.

The towering beams turned into sharp teeth.

Wei Yuan heard a ferocious roar of a tiger, and this Taoist temple was actually transformed by the tiger opening its mouth. Wei Yuan's complexion changed, and the sword in his hand slashed forward, but the tiger was so huge that he raised his neck, Wei Yuan fell directly to the bottom, two rows of sharp teeth biting towards him with a stench, and blood rushed to his face.

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ah!!

Wei Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, his face pale.

He sat up, gulped down a bottle of water, collected himself, and flushed his face to calm down.

It's a tiger, no, a tiger...

Did he know that his hometown was breached, so he used some kind of magic to target him, or was this a warning from the Crouching Tiger badge? The ancient famous sword hangs on the wall, and if there is an enemy coming, it will scream and scream. It is normal for an artifact such as the Crouching Tiger Waist Card to have similar abilities.

But it is clear that tigers are inevitable enemies.

Tiger...

Wei Yuan raised his head, ready to lie down again for a while.

But before he closed his eyes, the water ghost knocked on the door again, and Wei Yuan had no choice but to get up.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a bunch of dead ghosts looking at Wei Yuan pitifully, and pointing at the refrigerator that was empty again. Obviously, the stock had been drained again, and Wei Yuan couldn't help but swear, thinking I have to ask him if he was drowned by Coke before.

But this bunch of ghosts with different dead faces stared at people pitifully, but it was still a bit invasive. Wei Yuan looked at the money in his card.

Coke is not expensive.

But don't worry about getting fat, and you won't get tired of drinking ghosts, the speed of gathering people to drink Coke is beyond your imagination.

He had no choice but to call his employer, Fang Hongbo, when he saw that although the sky was getting dark, it was not too late.

I want to withdraw this month's salary in advance, as well as the agreed food money.

Hello, how are you, Mr. Fang?

You... who are you?!

Fang Hongbo's voice came from the phone, but he felt a little flustered.

Wei Yuan explained: Wei Yuan, the Folklore Museum...

There was a terrified cry from the opposite phone.

Wei Yuan frowned and said, Mr. Fang?! Mr. Fang, are you okay?

There was a violent and rapid panting on the phone, and he couldn't calm down for a while. Fang Hongbo suddenly asked a question, Museum? Bo, museum... Wei, Wei Yuan, is there anyone recently? Say, did my son go to your place? The museum is his...

Wei Yuan asked in surprise, Your son?

No, why, is your son coming over?

You can leave me a contact information, so I can get in touch when the time comes...

The voice on the other side was silent, and then the voice was dry and fearful:

My son, he is dead...

When, when, when—

There was a knock on the door from the other end of the phone, very rhythmic, but with a gloomy atmosphere, giving the feeling that it was close at hand.

As if pressing on the heart.

when, when,

when--

Squeak——

Wei Yuan turned his head slightly and looked at the door next to him.

The door rang.

Have you heard the story of the dead man coming to your door?