The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 49 Knock on the Door

Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi were speechless.

Watching Wei Yuan put the soul tree in one place, the effect of soul nourishment can just cover the entire museum. He has already discovered that the museum itself is a small gathering place, and therefore, he came here. Before, a bunch of harmless ghosts had gathered here.

If it is in the wild, these guys will either become ghosts or ghosts, or they will disappear.

Where can you get together to drink Coke happily?

At this moment, the effect of raising the soul of the wood has enveloped the entire museum. While nourishing the octopus, it can also bring 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 tree was directly cut off by about an inch.

Zhao Yi only felt a heavy heart pounding in his heart, and he felt distressed even if it wasn't his own. He almost cried out and held it back. Wei Yuan's hand cut off the sword and the sword light kept going, and cut out that inch of jade-white soul-nourishing wooden heart. Just enough to make a wooden sign with the name of the octopus written on the front.

I got the birthday of Octopus from Xuan Yi and recorded it on the back.

A guard character is engraved in the lower left corner.

And the whole waist card is covered with fine lines, forming a special talisman. This is the way of nourishing the soul that Wei Yuan exchanged. It makes the most of the characteristics of the wood of nourishing the soul. Injecting the spirit, this wooden sign is done.

Using the power of nourishing the soul, wearing it on the body, it can replace the dead body and warm the soul, and it can also make the scattered soul of Zhang Xiaoyu converge. It looks like ordinary people, and it is not easy to see the root cause. If you really have Taoism, you can see it, see the lines on the soul-raising card, and know that it is an orthodox origin of Taoism, not an evil thing.

Wei Yuan raised his head and saw that Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi were silent, staring at him, hesitating to say anything.

Especially when his eyes fell on the wooden card of nourishing the soul in his hand.

The material of the talisman is not only the yellow talisman.

Wood containing 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 the experience of carving talismans from his waist card.

He put away the wooden plaque for nourishing the soul, he only used the wooden heart for the wooden plaque, and there was still a part left, and pushed the two parts of the wooden plaque for nourishing the soul in the direction of Zhao Yi and Xuan Yi, saying: "If Don't mind, you can accept these two soul-cultivating woods."

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

Wei Yuan's voice paused and said:
"The life extension method is not something that ordinary people can access."

"Someone may be leaking these leftist methods to ordinary people."

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Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi solemnly responded to Wei Yuan's request.

At this juncture when the concentration of spiritual qi recovery is getting faster and faster, someone leaked this kind of evil law out, no matter it was a huge hidden danger, Zhang Yue used his own life to prolong his daughter's life, but there will always be someone who chooses to use someone else's life. .

The continuation method is slightly better.

If it involves some cruel and wild ancient witchcraft techniques, there will be more than one or two people who will harm them.

Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi drove out of the museum.

When the two were on the road, they were speechless all the way. After a long time, Zhao Yi couldn't hold back. While driving, he asked, "Did you see..."

"The plaque engraved by the master of the guard house."

Xuan nodded and said complicatedly: "It's exactly the same as the master's brand."

Zhao Yi grinned: "It's more than the same, the master's brand has broken parts, it was restored by someone later, and some places are not smooth, after all, it is a thing from the Qin and Han alchemy era, but I just saw the Weiguan just now. When the master engraved the brand, he was very familiar with it, unlike the first engraving."

The two fell silent again.

Xuan Yi said silently: "Under the tree of nourishing the soul..."

Zhao Yi nodded, lit a cigarette, and said:
"It's very similar to my great-grandfather's items, so it should be the real thing."

"Well...then do you want to say it?"

"Speak out?!"

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

"The owner of the guard house has given us the hush money, what do you say?"

He glanced at his at least 2000-year-old soul-cultivating wood, and said:

"There are only ordinary people here who watch the folk museum."

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

Because Zhang Yue's relatives and friends always believed that Octopus was seriously ill and died, plus Octopus itself was a living corpse with a special physique, Wei Yuan kept her in the museum for the time being.

After dealing with Zhang Yue's funeral, 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 a child this age not to go to school.

But the octopus is in a special situation, and it is impossible for the special action team to let such a child go to an ordinary kindergarten.

So there was only one way left in front of Wei Yuan.

Let Xiaoyu go to school with the children of Daomen. In this day and age, even those little Daoists have to teach honestly. Except for the morning and evening classes of Daomen, mathematics, physics and chemistry students have to learn everything, and they also have to learn talismans. , Footwork, swordsmanship, you have to use boxing to support your body, 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 the way.

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

During this period of time, 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 support of the Soul-Nourishing Wood Sign, it is no longer a problem to go to the place where the spiritual energy is pure.

Because Wei Yuan helped a lot in the past, Zhou Yi helped to deal with this matter. Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi also made great efforts. It seemed that they had quarreled with the elders more than once, and the elders were blowing their beards. Staring, scolding them for not knowing their elders.

But this time, not only Zhao Yi, who usually escaped, but even Xuan Yi persisted after his silent confession.

Zhao Yi glanced at the elder and thought silently in his heart.

Your Honor...

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

Originally the best choice was the nearby Baiyun Temple in Shuntianfu.

Among them, there are also true cultivators, with a long history and profound background, but Wei Yuan did not have a good impression of Baiyun Temple because of the jade talisman of Liu Dynasty, and secondly, there were at least people familiar with Weiming Sect, so he chose Weiming Sect.

The name entered the list on the mountain, and it should have entered the mountain immediately.

But Wei Yuan felt that at this time, what the child needed should be to accompany her, not to abandon her immediately, so instead of sending her to Daomen immediately, she stayed with Xiaoyu for more than a month before asking her what she wanted to do. I don't want to go back to school.

"Can I still go to school?"

Octopus' eyes widened in disbelief.

Wei Yuan nodded and said, "Well, but that place is a bit far."

"You have to stay on the mountain and you can't come back until the holiday."

He reached out and rubbed Octopus' hair, and said, "I'll pick you up when the time comes."

"Ok!"

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Wei Yuan sent Zhang Xiaoyu to Daomen.

The daily life after returning was the same as before, except that I felt a little quiet and a little uncomfortable.

Swordsmanship, Crouching Tiger Jue are practiced every day, and Talismans are drawn every day.

His own cultivation base is also slowly improving.

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

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The sky is white and cloudless, and the sky is thousands of miles away.

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

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

It is hard to imagine that there is such a Taoism in this day and age.

Wei Yuan took a look at the Taoist temple, heard movement inside, and said loudly:
"Is there a Taoist priest in the view?"

Silent.

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

Seeing that the inside of the Taoist temple is extremely cold and towering, and it is not the statue of Sanqing, but a majestic man, Wei Yuan has to look forward, but suddenly his heart is cold, and the flashlight in his hand turns into a white lantern, There was a faint blue light.

Blood was oozing from the walls of the Taoist temple.

The steps under my feet were turned into bones.

The towering beams turned into sharp teeth.

Wei Yuan heard a fierce roar of a fierce tiger. This Taoist temple was only transformed by the fierce tiger opening its mouth. Wei Yuan's expression changed, and the sword in his hand slashed forward, but the fierce tiger was too huge. Wei Yuan fell directly towards the bottom, two rows of sharp teeth biting at him with a stench, and blood rushed to his face.

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"what!!"

Wei Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, his face pale.

He sat up, took a big mouthful of water, calmed down and calmed down.

It's Tiger-kun, no, Shan-kun...

Did he know that his hometown was breached, so he used what spell to target him, or was this a warning to him from the Crouching Tiger Waist Card?The ancient famous sword hangs on the wall, and if there is an enemy attacking it, it will scream.

But it is clear that Shanjun is the inevitable enemy.

"Shanjun..."

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

But before he closed his eyes, the water ghost knocked on the door again, and Wei Yuan had to get up.

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

But this bunch of ghosts with different appearances, but all of them are somewhat hideous, staring at people pitifully, still a little bit infiltrating, Wei Yuan looked at the money in his card.

Coke is not expensive.

But don't worry about gaining weight, and you won't get tired of drinking. The speed of gathering people to drink Coke is beyond your imagination.

He had no choice but to see that although the sky was getting dark, it was not too late, so he could only call his employer Fang Hongbo on his own initiative.

I want to withdraw this month's salary in advance, as well as the agreed vegetable 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, Folk Museum..."

There was a terrified scream on the other side of the phone.

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

There was a violent and rapid gasp from the phone, which could not be calmed down for a while, Fang Hongbo suddenly asked a question and said, "Museum? Bo, museum... Wei, Wei Yuan, have you been with anyone recently? Say, did my son go to your place? The museum is his..."

Wei Yuan said in surprise, "Your son?"

"No, what, is your son coming over?"

"You can leave me a contact information so that I can get in touch..."

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

"My son, he is already 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 people the feeling of being close at hand.

As if pressed against 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 coming to your door?

(End of this chapter)