The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 75 Reliable Ancient People
Wei Yuan looked at the goddess in amazement, and repeated the girl's words:
"Sleep now? Here?"

The goddess nodded and said: "If it is an alchemy spell, then if you fall asleep now, you may still be able to detect some clues, and then you can confirm where your dream came from and whether it is related to that Shanjun."

The girls said so, Wei Yuan had to lie on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, the sofa couldn't let him put his whole body down, his calf was hanging down, wearing a long skirt and shirt, a modern-looking goddess sitting by the side He was sitting on a rattan chair, less than half a meter away from him.

The girl looked down at the scroll on her lap.

Surrounded by flowers, the sound of fingers swiping across the paper rustled.

White steam rose from the spout of the teapot.

woohoo-

It's a bit like being at my grandmother's house when I was a kid.

Wei Yuan slowly calmed down in his heart, and then fell asleep in a daze.

…………

The sight in the dream is still the drowsy sky and the earth. The Taoist temple is wrapped in a thick layer of fog that cannot be discerned with the naked eye. Wei Yuan is standing in the Taoist temple. The interior of such buildings is always empty and tall, and it looks extremely gloomy. The stone statue was draped in a golden red cloth, sitting on a high place overlooking him, with a stunned smile on the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps it did not expect that this person would come back after breaking free from the dream.

Wei Yuan noticed that this time he seemed to be closer to the statue.

Along with the low roar of the tiger, the entire Taoist temple changed again and became the head of the ferocious tiger, which was about to be bitten down fiercely. Wei Yuan raised his hand, and the usual eight-faced Han sword appeared in his hand, and raised his hand to slash horizontally. But looking at his long sword, which is not much larger than the fangs of a tiger, his heart is really bleak.

But at this moment, Wei Yuan heard a soft and shrill voice.

It was the rustling sound of fingers as they ran across the paper.

This dream solidified in an instant. The ferocious giant tiger and Sen Han's teeth seemed to have faded, and the whole world turned gray. Wei Yuan drew his sword and looked around, with a blank expression on his face, and then he saw the goddess holding the scroll. appeared in his dream.

The goddess walked to Wei Yuan's side, looked at this real dream, stretched out her hand and swept it, and then the dream instantly turned into ashes, leaving only a black-colored talisman with blood-like lines in it. After this talisman was taken out, the dream was also fragmented.

Wei Yuan slowly opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the flower shop.

In the teapot next to it, the water has just boiled.

The goddess held a talisman in her hand. The talisman seemed to be a living creature with spirituality. It kept slamming left and right, trying to fly out, but no matter what, she couldn't break free from the restraint of the girl's palm. Finally, it slowly lost its mana and spirituality and disappeared. not see.

She looked at Wei Yuan: "It's Birch."

"There are still big monsters left in this era."

Wei Yuan wondered, "Birch?"

The goddess thought for a while and said:
"Birch Eats Dreams."

"In the winter of the Qin and Han Dynasties, there were often large Nuo sacrifices, and there were children singing the song of twelve beasts eating ghosts. The person responsible for eating dreams was Birch. Since the big demons feed on dreams, it is also common to manipulate dreams and create hallucinations. reason."

"When did you have a deadly feud with Birch to have it imprinted on you?"

Wei Yuan was about to shake his head, but he thought of the picture scroll of strange power and chaos, another maid who was holding a lamp under Shanjun's seat, with a condensed expression, told the matter to the goddess again, the girl thoughtfully said:
"If this is the case, it is very likely that Birch is an entire race of monsters, who was once subdued by humans to devour evil ghosts in dreams. Shanjun was enshrined by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, so there is a Birch as Shanjun's genus. It's normal to go down."

"It may be because she has a deep relationship with the painted skin Jinyu bird you killed, so she will kill you with a dream, or it may be that you killed the body of Shanjun before, and unknowingly was left behind. Lord Wei Shan told you to let you die in your dreams unknowingly."

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, and once again realized that the methods of these ancient monsters were meticulous, he smiled bitterly:
"If I was swallowed by that fierce tiger in my dream..."

The goddess said: "Dream is related to the soul. You keep dying in the dream. Once the number of times increases, it will lead to the overflow of three souls and seven souls. The soul dies and the body is still alive. In the pre-Qin period, many alchemy was aimed at the soul rather than the body. , because it is not easy to be tracked for revenge."

"This brand has been expelled by me, but I am afraid you have been targeted."

"If that Shanjun joins the WTO, he should find you directly. In addition, artificially manipulating dreams is a two-way spell. That Birch just broke free from the seal, and his cultivation base should not be able to recover too much. What you see The Taoist temple may represent that Shanjun and Bo Qi are now hiding in the Taoist temple."

"And it should not be very far away."

"Otherwise, her current mana shouldn't be able to cast spells in her dreams."

The Heavenly Maiden's voice was soft and gentle, and she explained those things that Wei Yuan didn't know. The source, reason, and hidden dangers of that fierce dream were clearly explained. There was another bloodstain on the sword, and he asked curiously, "Then this sword is..."

The goddess stretched out her finger and gently flicked the blade, saying:
"This sword should have cut through quite a few demons in a short period of time, right?"

Wei Yuan nodded, followed his memory and said one by one:

"Painted skins, five rampant ghost generals, evil demons, ghost kings in the ghost realm, and Shan Jun's original body, I all came by this sword."

The goddess showed a smile, and said in a light and gentle tone: "Then it's normal."

"In ancient times, there was a famous sword psychic warning. The material and casting skills of your sword are very good, and you have followed you to kill these demons and big demons. The sword absorbs the blood of demons and ghosts. There should be a method of forging swords in the tiger inheritance, and you can find a way to recast this sword."

"In the pre-Qin period, there were disputes between countries. During the Qin and Han dynasties, the style of the rangers was very strong. In addition to the swordsmanship of fighting each other's swords, there was also the method of 'hitting them with swords from a distance'. Among them, Lu Goujian was the most important. Lei is the best among them, you can try to practice."

"Besides, your broken sword seems to be a place for a yin spirit to send its soul?"

Wei Yuan nodded, pulled out the broken sword, and explained the matter of the Qi family soldier's soul in detail, the goddess thoughtful, said: "Then you can transfer his soul to the soul in your house. Mu Shang, fighting back like this, if Broken Sword is damaged, it won't hurt him."

Wei Yuan naturally nodded in agreement, and asked if there was also such a spell in the Crouching Tiger inheritance. The goddess put the scroll down at will, got up and walked to the museum, saying: "This is just a very simple spell, I have seen Ji Han's Prime Minister, he was studying the technique of renewing the life of the soul at that time, I have been watching from the sidelines, so I know a thing or two about this method, with a little effort, I will help you solve it."

Wei Yuan asked curiously, "Jihan's Prime Minister, Zhuge Liang?"

"What kind of person is he?"

The goddess thought for a while and replied:
"When I was young, I liked to laugh, laughing very calmly, music, writing, playing chess, mechanical tricks, Qimen Dunjia, heaven and earth, even farming, growing flowers, cooking, and pleasing his wife, it seems that he did not do anything. It is said that if he enters the fairyland, he may not be weaker than Zhang Daoling's genius."

"But after the age of 40, I seldom smile anymore. I once saw him in Nanyang and listened to his singing with a few friends. But after going back to the mountains for a while, when he came back to the world, he could no longer play the piano like he did before. Howled."

"It seems to be because a man named Liu Bei died."

The goddess easily pinned the souls of the Qi family soldiers on the soul tree, and then said:
"For us, human and human feelings are sometimes not so easy to understand."

Wei Yuan nodded, and noticed from the girl in front of her that she was different from her appearance, the heavy feeling from the years, just like just now, there are some difficult problems for her to solve, she can easily see the history, And give yourself guidance on cultivation.

For herself, it is just a person or thing that is a symbol in history. For the girl, it is an old friend who has really met and met and said goodbye to each other.

At this time, the electrical repair master Wei Yuan had reserved early in the morning came over on a small motorcycle.

Looking at the refrigerator, the calmness on the master's face slowly disappeared.

He held a cigarette and looked at the refrigerator door that seemed to be provoking his career. His hand was shaking a little while holding the cigarette, accidentally?How hard did it take for this Nima to accidentally cut such a seam with a kitchen knife?He looked at the gentle and elegant goddess and Wei Yuan, who also looked normal. The master left a sentence and changed it. He couldn't fix it. He left with a cigarette in his mouth and rode a small motorcycle.

If this is domestic violence, and two people fight, isn't the little girl too pitiful?

Wei Yuan glanced at his own dead ghosts:
"It can't be repaired."

The water ghost lay on the ground, his mouth grinning.

Wei Yuan sighed, "I'll go buy it."

So the water ghost stood up again, full of energy.

Tian Nu looked at the refrigerator and asked curiously, "What is this?"

Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment and said, "Didn't the Tianshifu explain it to you?"

Seeing the goddess shaking her head, Wei Yuan had no choice but to explain the use of the refrigerator, think about it, and say:
"I'm going to the home appliance market, Jue, would you like to join us and take a look outside?"

The goddess pondered for a while, then nodded happily.

After some deliberation, it was decided to take the bus.

Because the goddess seems to be curious about this modern carriage that can carry many people, I want to try it myself.

While waiting for the bus, Wei Yuan couldn't help but whispered, "Jue, do you know how to take the bus..."

The girl nodded calmly.

Wei Yuan was relieved.

Get in the car first and turn around.

Seeing the girl stepping up the steps, she took out a piece of broken silver from her cuff and shoved it into the place where the money was collected. The silver shone with the unique luster of precious metals, but it made the driver become vigilant. Wei Yuan's eyes twitched, almost Instinctively raised his hand, swiped a handful and grabbed the broken silver in his hand, then took out the bus card and swiped it, smiling dryly at the impatient driver:

"I brushed her."

Then she gave Tian Nu a wink and sat behind the bus.

After thinking for a while, Wei Yuan asked the goddess to sit by the window, and sat beside him, opened his hand, looked at the heavy silver in his palm, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

it is true.

The girl frowned, tilted her head, looked at Wei Yuan, her mouth opened and closed silently:

"What did I do wrong?"

"There should be nothing wrong with paying for the bus ride."

Wei Yuan also said nothing: "I want to give money, but this thing can't be used to take the bus."

"why?"

The bus drove slowly and passed through the old town with gentle slopes. The pale red elm leaves and plum petals fell with the wind. The sun hit the goddess' cheeks. She looked at Wei Yuan curiously, as if she didn't understand. , emphasizing:
"Why isn't silver money anymore?!"

Wei Yuan: "..."

PS: The more relaxed daily and push the main line should end soon, it's just a transition~
It's so fucking hard to write every day, throwing the table (╥ω╥`)
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