The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 39 The second type of solution to the story
Being hit head-on by heavy armor-piercing bullets, even the former big monster has been sealed away for nearly 2000 years after all. When the mountain temple was broken, he couldn't hold back. The breath of the colorful tiger came out in his throat. I don't know whether it is a sigh or anger His deep roar slowly dissipated, and those huge yellow-brown pupils lost their spirit.

Seeing that Shan Jun closed his eyes, Wei Yuan's legs and feet softened, and he fell to the ground, panting violently.

As soon as the hand holding the sword was loosened, it could no longer be held, and it trembled slightly.

His eyes slanted downwards, seeing that the wound he had just cut out with all his might had actually healed, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he laughed at himself, feeling that he didn't know what to say. With the blessings of many talismans, Crouching Tiger Jue directly exchanged the previous insights. , plus the blood infusion, that's it.

I just fought fiercely, and now it seems that the harassment effect on Shanjun is far greater than the attack damage.

The only effect is to make the angry Shanjun choose to use a large-scale spell to solve him.

Coupled with the fact that he is not familiar with modern weapons, he came to the conclusion.

However, it was finally resolved...

Wei Yuan closed his eyes.

The crouching tiger token trembled and buzzed, and an illusory file appeared in front of his eyes, "Fantasy Chaos God, Fifth of the Gods", in which the character representing the lantern-bone girl has been crossed out, and then it should be the mountain sitting in a high position... …

Wei Yuan's thoughts froze.

The golden-red light appeared on the screen again, as if it was burning violently, but it was not Shanjun who was burning, but a respectful official behind Shanjun. It was scratched off by bright red cinnabar.

Only Shan Jun and the beautiful girl were left on the screen.

Shadows hang over the mountain temple, and on the screen, the mountain gentleman seems to be smiling but not smiling, which is more and more real.

Wei Yuan felt a chill behind him.

there is a problem……

Zhou Yi and the others were looking at the huge tiger in amazement, when they saw Wei Yuan jump up abruptly, rush to the front of the colorful tiger with three steps and two steps, point out a talisman with his right hand, and grab it abruptly on the tiger's head. , the residual soul emerged.

Supernatural powers, exorcism!
Wei Yuan saw Shan Jun's vision experience.

The fierce tiger in the mountains was enshrined as a god, and his cultivation became more and more advanced.

In the end, the blood food was turned on, knowing that the flesh and blood was sweet, and in the end, it was out of control and acted recklessly.

But there is always a vague feeling to these experiences.

Wei Yuan tried his best to mobilize the little remaining mana, and the talisman in his hand became clearer and clearer. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, as if a layer of film was opened, and the memory and illusion he saw suddenly became clear.

………………

The golden feathered bird in the mountains, the Xiaoyao in the cloud.

I saw the first emperor on a tour.

Later, in the year of Xiang Yu's death, he obtained Taoism, traveled the world, and returned to a mountain.

Used by the venerable lord, turned into an official.

Happy in the world for hundreds of years, but after all, it was suppressed and sealed, sleeping for an unknown number of years, and finally woke up.

………………

In the field of vision is a majestic man in black clothes and armor.

He invited himself over for a drink.

Rejoice, unprecedented joy.

Happy to feast.

The master persuaded him to drink again and again.

Overjoyed, when half-drunk, he said that he was willing to die for the Lord, and his liver and brain were torn to the ground.

The Honorable Lord laughed and said why this happened, and poured himself wine again.

Drink with your neck up.

But after drinking the wine, his consciousness suddenly began to be confused. In the end, the scene in front of Wei Yuan flickered, his body fell, unconscious, and he saw the mirror. In the mirror was an elegant-looking man in white, and at this moment, there was still a little bit of consciousness left. There is still a little perception of the outside world, and the picture has not completely dissipated.

The man in black raised his hand to drink and said, "I'll wait for the recovery, and Colonel Sili will definitely feel it."

"This generation of crouching tigers will come after them."

"If you say you can die for me, then you will have to work."

The black-clothed man stood up, bowed his hands towards the white-clothed man, and then swung his body into a huge majestic colorful tiger. With a mouth, he swallowed the white-clothed man, and then there was a burst of severe pain. Anxiously looking for a place to live.

And found it right away.

More 'memories' emerged, scouring 'my' self-existence.

The golden feather bird in the mountains, the world is happy...

no... not right...

A lively bird-faced sore grew under the tiger's armpit, and then the bird's-face sore closed its eyes, and the tiger abruptly opened its eyes, revealing cloudy yellow-brown eyes, and the memory in his mind was very clear:
"This seat is Shanjun."

With a flick of his body, he turned into a white robe playing the piano.

Immediately, they acted recklessly, and people began to disappear on the mountain, and the bone girl went down the mountain to wreak havoc and slowly attracted attention.

Wei Yuan slowly let go of his hand, turned the tiger over with a sullen face, and found a huge wound on its body, like a bird's face, his eyes were tightly closed, and there was no sound. Wei Yuan had already guessed in his heart. When the correct answer is reached, it's just that the feelings in my heart are not enough for outsiders:

"Painted skin..."

"No, it's a unilateral exchange of souls, a surrogate body, a ghost, and a sore face."

"What happened to the Tian family back then was not a coincidence..."

He looked up at the tiger with its eyes closed and lost its vitality.

There is only one skin bag here.

No wonder...too irritable and irritable, easy to target, the real Shanjun gave up his skin and gave up the position of the tiger on the mountain. Now it seems that he has lost his strength, but it is like a dragon diving into the sea, unable to pursue it.

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The head of Jiangnan Road, named Yingtianfu.

It used to be the capital of kings in ancient times, and it has been a rare and prosperous place until now. There are many buildings such as temples and Taoist temples. Now, in this era, the spiritual energy has recovered for hundreds of years. There are also places where Taoism is practiced. , second to none is the White Cloud View.

It occupies a huge area, not like a place for cleaning.

In addition to the worship of the Sanqing Patriarch, there is also a side hall, which enshrines the land of the mountain god.

A hundred years ago, there was a patriarch who operated according to the ancient books. Every morning and evening, there was a pious ritual. Be the city god of the land.

Relying on this family business, it is much simpler for ordinary Taoist priests to spend their efforts on jade talismans.

From the beginning of the previous generation of pavilion masters in Baiyun Temple, these jade symbols were slowly circulated to the outside world.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

So far, the price tag has only been more than ten years old.

It's just that the boundaries of the clearly marked prices are gradually released and become blurred.

Zhao Xiu, who was wearing Taoist robes, faced the softly sobbing girl in front of him, and he couldn't say no to it. Of course, what made him refuse to come was the price offered by the girl, 300 million. He only bought one enshrinement tablet, 300 million The temptation to the viewers of the White Cloud Temple may still be able to bear it, but Zhao Xiu is a little moved.

He looked at the fair-faced girl, and his thoughts moved in his heart, and he pretended to decline:

"This, Miss Wang, Pindao is a cultivator, this matter..."

The girl raised her head, the tears in the corners of her eyes made her more beautiful and lovely, and said:

"I also ask the Taoist priest to have pity. My grandfather originally lived on the mountain and came down after a disaster. When he came down, he also invited the mountain god in the village to come down. He felt that he could earn some money to live, and it was the blessing of the mountain god. The last thought before I went was to make the mountain gods worship incense again."

"The little girl is out to 500 million, I hope the Taoist priest will make it easier."

500?
Zhao Xiu's heart beat fast, and he changed his words with righteous words:

"Miss Wang, Pindao is a person of pure cultivation, and this matter is naturally obligatory."

The girl naturally thanked him a lot, Zhao Xiu got the benefit, took the mountain god statue covered with the golden red cloth, and said with a smile: "Many mountain gods in mountain villages are tiger kings, and this one of Miss Wang is also a tiger. Sir? Would you like to match a pair of female and female officials?"

The girl shook her head and said, "No."

She raised her head slightly, smiled and said, "It's the real orthodox Shanjun."

"This mountain god was conferred by Emperor Wuwu of the Han Dynasty when he divided the mountain and river gods in the second year of Jianyuan."

Zhao Xiu guessed something wrong and was a little embarrassed. As for the imperial seal of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, this mountain god land always likes to find some reason. He was used to it. After the two talked for a while, the girl got up and said goodbye, while Zhao Xiu was holding the god statue. , sneaked into the temple to worship the land and mountain gods all over Jiangnan Road, in fact, it was the yin god side hall raised by the ancestors of the ancestors, found a corner and put the mountain god statue on the ground.

After confirming that he would not be discovered by the master, he respectfully put a few incense sticks on the patriarch in front of him, turned around and exited, saying that money is really easy to earn.

Now you can buy the suite you want...

Without paying attention, the entire side hall seemed to gradually darken.

The golden red cloth on the top of the new mountain god statue slowly slipped down, and what leaked out was not a tiger's head, but a clear man's face, and then it seemed to slowly open his eyes.

bang.

The door is closed.

The three sticks of incense that had just been lit went out silently.

On the face of the Patriarch Baiyunguan in the middle, two lines of blood and tears were slowly shed.

PS: Baiyun Temple is the place where the Liu Chao amulet was obtained in the previous chapters.

The chapter in the previous chapter said I was watching it.

The bad parts will be retouched.

But in terms of combat, Wei Yuan can really be entangled... This is an enemy at the level of the bone girl. Even if he gets the skin of Shanjun, he is only an official. This story starts with painting the skin and ends with the painting, but Mainly because I didn't point this out before...it's my pot

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