The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 74 Dream

How often have you read a book without leisure and peace of mind?

Not because its knowledge will benefit you, not to avoid what is to be done.

Just for the language in the book, I am looking for a quiet afternoon, a rattan chair, a cup of tea, good or bad, a time to sneak around a busy time, don't have to worry about life, don't have to worry about human relationships, just focus on the content of the text.

squeak-

The wooden door was pushed open, and a lot of dust was shaken from the narrow room.

The dust rose and fell. Zhai Yanjun covered his mouth and nose and frowned as he looked at this small house. After the old man passed away, he did not leave much behind, that is, the books in this house. He carried the last fluke in his arms. Heart, rummaging around, but could not find anything of value in the book such as a check passbook.

Zhai Yanjun sat on the narrow sofa, as if surrounded by books, and sighed.

What are these books for? !
On the contrary, it is not as valuable as this house.

He was a little unhappy in his heart. After reading these books, they were all ordinary old books.

Most of them were bought by deceased old people over the years. They were printed materials and were not very valuable. Some were even hand-copied. Zhai Yanjun grabbed a copy, and there was only a biography left on the cover. It's a lack of text.

I searched for the remaining content, and it was Ge Hong's Biography of the Immortals of the Jin Dynasty, but it was only a handwritten version of the old man. The strange thing was that all the words 'immortal' in the scrolls disappeared, just like It has never existed, and although the other characters are yellowed, they are all there.

I found some other handwritten books, and without exception, the word "immortal" disappeared.

Zhai Yanjun didn't care much either, just worried about dealing with the books in this room.

These books are too old for him to keep. There are newer and better versions now, and most people are accustomed to reading e-books. After entering society, fewer people read physical books, not to mention these old books.

Thinking about whether I could sell it, I called the person who collected the old books, asked that person to come, and sold the books by weight.

It's just that the person who received the book was also a vicious eye. After flipping through the pages, he picked out all the manuscripts that lacked text and words. He refused to accept anything, and finally said casually:

"I'm collecting books here to sell them at a stand. Your manuscript is missing pages and words. Sell it to make trouble for me. You might as well find a place that specializes in collecting old things. Maybe people will still want it, or Just press the bottom of the box."

The recipient rode a tricycle away happily, but Zhai Yanjun had a headache.

A place to collect old stuff?
He thought about it, and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a private folk museum in the local old town. A few years ago, he had paid for old objects.

………………

Wei Yuan took the medicinal pill, and under the effect of the medicinal power, the evil spirits in his lungs and internal organs were slowly removed, and he recuperated for half a month. Finally recovered.

It took a full ten points of merit.

In the past, Wei Yuan's achievements in slaying demons and eliminating demons might not be enough to heal his wounds.

However, ordinary ghosts and monsters cannot make him suffer such a thorny injury now.

Wei Yuan used three cans of ice cola to lure the ghosts out of the inner room, then closed the doors and windows, took out the yellow talisman and put it on the four sides, sat cross-legged on the prepared futon, breathing and running the Crouching Tiger Jue, which was passed down from generation to generation by school captains. The unique gong method circulated in the limbs and bones, and it has become perfect.

Words appeared in front of Wei Yuan's eyes.

Spend [-] meritorious deeds in exchange for a deeper insight into the breakthrough of Crouching Tiger.

In an instant, [-] meritorious deeds collapsed in unison. Correspondingly, the waist card of the Crouching Tiger lighted up slightly, and then a talisman-like existence flew from the waist card into the Weiyuan Lingtai. Because it is complex and changeable, and it is becoming more and more complete, Wei Yuan closed his eyes slightly, and realized the experience of his predecessors that was preserved in the Crouching Tiger Waist Card.

Wei Yuan's current cultivation base is equivalent to that of the [-] subordinates in charge of the [-] subordinates during the Hanwu period. At most, he can be regarded as the elite among them, and once he breaks through, he will be able to lead the official body, and he can be called a demon catcher. , walking in China, catching ghosts.

The experience gained from thirty meritorious deeds guides the flow of his mana.

And he also meditated, trying his best to remember the feeling of this higher level of practice.

I don't know how long it took, the talisman that was exchanged for merit slowly dissipated and became invisible, but Wei Yuan never noticed this. He just focused on the operation of the exercise in his body. Slowly, the operation of Crouching Tiger Jue became more and more handy, and suddenly his body trembled slightly. , If a tiger roars in a low voice in the ear, the consciousness buzzes, as if it spreads out.

When he slowly came back to his senses, the Crouching Tiger Art in his body had completely stabilized to this level, and it was able to circulate naturally.

A layer of invisible air flowed out of him.

If you are wearing the ancient wide-sleeved robe, when the sleeve robe is rolled up at this moment, the black hair is slightly raised.

But in this day and age, this is not the case.

It's just that the overflowing mana flows from behind, and a colorful tiger roars faintly, and then disperses.

Wei Yuan ran the exercises several times before he opened his eyes and clenched his fists. He didn't feel that his strength had greatly increased just after breaking through. It uses the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to strengthen the person itself, and this process will inevitably take time. The improvement of the practice method only means that there are more spiritual energy that can be turned, making the body change faster and the upper limit is higher. .

In addition, it can further use mana.

The external performance is that it can attach mana to the sword, so that ordinary iron and wooden tools can also kill ghosts.

As well as the improvement of the effect of Spirit Infusion.

For the rest of the merits, Wei Yuan wanted to wait until he became more proficient in the exercises, and then tried to try the major battlefields recorded by Crouching Tiger's waist card. The photo of Lu is left in the waist card, and future captains can hone their skills through the photo.

The focus is on the inheritance of experience, avoiding being a crouching tiger and overturning when facing some ghosts.

Save the name that has been passed down from generation to generation for more than a thousand years in the hands of which descendant.

As for the greedy Lei Fa, the merits are too great. Unless you don’t improve the Crouching Tiger Jue and heal your injuries, the entry-level Lei Fa Weiyuan can’t be replaced, so it has to be put on hold for the time being, but this Lei Fa is passed down by Zhang Daoling. , so that Wei Yuan has the illusion that he has caught a sheep and smashed its wool.

Zhao Gongming, the god of thunder in the history of Taoism, is also known as the Marshal of Zhengyi Xuantan.

The meaning of Xuantan refers to the fact that Zhang Daoling once protected the law and guarded the alchemy furnace when he was concocting alchemy.

Since rummaging through "Dao Fa Hui Yuan" and learning about this story, Wei Yuan has been unable to look directly at Marshal Zhengyi Xuantan. He always felt that this originally high-profile title was actually similar to a certain rolling shutter general. .

Breathe out a suffocating breath.

Wei Yuan held the eight-faced Han sword in his hand and used the swordsmanship.

Where Xingzhi is, the sword's momentum is getting more urgent, and the sound of breaking through the sky is like thunder.

The sword light was cold, as if falling snow into a ball.

Suddenly, the mana on the sword flowed.

A sword slashed.

The click sound made Wei Yuan's sword dance abruptly stop.

Look down.

There was an extra black gap on the small refrigerator, and there was a burst of electric sparks, and then smoke came out. Wei Yuan opened his mouth, and just then his sword qi lifted the yellow talisman on the door, and the crowd outside Hearing the sound, the ghost poked his head out of the door, and saw Wei Yuan, whose face was calm and slowly retracting his sword.

And the utterly useless refrigerator.

Water Ghost: "..."

On the ground, he grinned.

"Wow woo woo..."

A ghost cry.

........................

I swore that I would find someone to repair the refrigerator tomorrow.

If you can't fix it, buy a bigger one.

And at the cost of three bottles of ice coke for each ghost and a bowl of instant noodles with meat and eggs flying, Xiaowei Sili successfully reached a consensus with the three ghosts, and ruthlessly rejected the red embroidered shoes and planned to listen to the marriage at three in the morning. In response to the request of the song Yi, he clapped his hands and pressed two layers of yellow talismans on the iron scissors who were gloating at the misfortune, maintaining the peace of the museum again.

Congrats, congratulations.

After finally getting rid of these ghosts, Wei Yuan exhaled, looked up and looked outside, it was already nighttime, he ate something casually, and ran the exercises several times before he suppressed the joy brought by the breakthrough of the exercises, and washed up. rest.

And this time, Crouching Tiger Jue after the breakthrough did not give him a good sleep.

He had that dream again.

The Taoist temples in the barren mountains and ridges are full of corpses like the earth stained with blood.

The difference is that this time, Wei Yuan stood directly in the Taoist temple, drawing his sword and looking around in a daze, accompanied by a fierce tiger roar, the threshold of the Taoist temple turned into white sharp teeth, and the high and empty interior turned scarlet. The color of the mouth, the whole Taoist temple shrouded in a dream, like the head of a fierce tiger, biting down heavily.

Wei Yuan only had time to clench his long sword and slash across it.

Then the whole person was swallowed and bitten down.

………………

"what!!!"

Wei Yuan suddenly opened his eyes because of the nightmare, gasping for breath.

Short of breath, it took a long while to slowly calm down.

It's that dream again.

A long dream, although it seems simple, but the night has passed.

Wei Yuan was no longer sleepy, and was about to get up. He was stunned for a moment, and saw that the sword that should have been hanging on the wall was now in his hand. The sword was unsheathed. Blood flowed down slowly.

The suffocating aura remained on the sword body, still firmly guarding the master's side.

This dream, as well as the change in the sword in his hand, made Wei Yuan unable to explain in his heart.

So he thought for a moment, and knocked on the door of the flower shop opposite.

Although he is already a friend, he still has some things that are not good for Zhang Hao, Zhou Yi and the others, but for the goddess who know each other's hidden identities, such concerns do not exist, and although the other party has been traumatized , but his strength and cognition are above his own, and he will definitely be able to give more intuitive and effective suggestions.

Wei Yuan told the goddess what he saw in the dream.

The girl held her chin in her right hand and thought for a while, then pointed her finger at the sofa next to her.

"You sleep once now, let me see."

PS: Today's second update...

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