One for one, is that fair?
Wei Yuan recalled how Wuzhiqi grabbed the Huai River vein.
It was so vast and majestic, and when the water surged, it made a sound like thunder and wind.
Wei Yuan felt that even if his cultivation level increased tenfold, he probably wouldn't be able to bear that.
He could only hope that Wuzhiqi wouldn't be able to unseal it in a short time.
It took him a long time to come back to his senses, staring at the thing he took out in his hand. It was a soul fragment from the great demon Boqi in his dream. After being killed by Wuzhiqi, it remained in his dream. After waking up from the dream, this thing also appeared in the world.
With this thing, perhaps he could find Boqi, or even find the hidden mountain king.
Wei Yuan collected a wisp of Boqi's residual soul.
He planned to give this thing to Zhang Hao and the others, and then thought about it, turned on the computer, and searched for information about the Huai River. These materials that were considered extremely precious in the past can be easily obtained in this era. Slowly, Wei Yuan's expression became gloomy, and finally he was completely speechless. He finally knew why his dream could be so easily sensed by Wuzhiqi.
Dayu suppressed Wuzhiqi at Guishan in the Huai River.
After the Ming Dynasty was changed to Huaguo, modern technology was used to control floods.
But before that, from the Han Dynasty to the Huaguo period, the Huai River system had an average of 27 floods every hundred years, and from the time when Dahua began to control water system disasters five hundred years ago, the average number of floods per hundred years soared to 94 times.
This means that the entire Huai River system is gradually rioting, with a trend of changing to ancient times.
Wei Yuan felt a little uneasy. He didn't know whether this situation was because of the gradual recovery of spiritual energy, Wuzhiqi's passive influence on the Huai River, or because the seal that sealed the Huaiwo Water Lord began to lose its effectiveness, or both.
But in any case, with his current vision, he could at least see that the changes in the Huai River meant that Wuzhiqi might soon break the seal. He didn't know how much his strength had decreased after five thousand years of sealing, but he was the water god of the Huai River. If the Huai River remained the same, it wouldn't be too difficult for him to recover his strength.
That was definitely not a problem he could handle now.
Wei Yuan was silent for a while, took out a piece of paper, and wrote down the words.
"Senior Wu Nu Jiao, sorry to bother you."
After the opening greetings, Wei Yuan briefly talked about how Su Yu'er and the other three fox girls lived in Quan City, had entered college life, and gradually got used to life in the human world. Then he changed his pen style and wrote:
"I wonder if you still remember Wuzhiqi back then?"
Then he paused, erased the last line, pondered for a moment, and wrote again:
"I wonder if you still remember Wuzhiqi, who was sealed by King Yu with great effort back then? He seems to have signs of breaking the seal again."
This writing style comes from his understanding of Nu Jiao.
He has forgotten a lot of Yuan's experiences, leaving only a few general impressions.
But he still remembers a lot of things in Shanhaijing.
For example, he has the impression that the Queen Mother of the West is a graceful and elegant existence with both the softness of a woman and the majesty of a god, but in the oral narration of King Yu, the Queen Mother of the West engraved on the jade book by Yuan is described as a ferocious and terrifying goddess.
The only reason is that when this jade plaque was carved, Nv Jiao was next to King Yu and Yuan.
Nv Jiao was a witch of Tushan tribe, a nine-tailed white fox, cunning and stubborn by nature, and extremely concerned about Dayu.
Anything that mentioned Dayu would make her a little more interested, otherwise she would probably watch the show while saving Wei Yuan's life.
Wei Yuan sealed the letter and planned to trouble Hu Ming to run a trip to deliver it later.
Then he took out his mobile phone, opened the chat box of Zhang Ruosu whose avatar was a black cat, and sent a message, saying:
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I have obtained the soul of Boqi, but it's a pity that the previous imprint has been consumed."
"In addition, if the Tianshi Mansion has spare energy, please pay attention to the changes in the area of Huaishui Guishan."
For some reason, Zhang Ruosu, who usually replied in seconds, did not respond this time.
It seems that he is not online.
Wei Yuan waited for a while, put away his phone, stood up and opened the curtains. The sky was getting brighter.
......
"Ah!!!"
Burch suddenly woke up.
Her face turned pale in an instant, and she couldn't even maintain her human body. She almost turned into her original body. The young man transformed by the mountain king appeared behind her, put his hand on her shoulder, and directly transferred his magic power to her. After a long time, she was able to maintain her state.
When Burch stabilized his own state, the mountain king retracted his palm and said:
"What did you encounter? It's rare to suffer in a dream."
Burch thanked him and saluted, then took a breath with a little fear, and told his dream experience bit by bit.
The real strange beast in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
The ancient and mysterious pottery maker.
And the huge white-faced green-bodied ape, the surging water wrapped around the demon monkey as big as a mountain, making a roar like thunder.
She recounted all of this, and finally calmed down, speaking calmly with a hint of fear:
"... If it was just a possibility before, then now I am very sure that the man's dream is so real and solid that my subordinates cannot swallow it at all, which means that his own cultivation and existence are very strong."
"Considering that there is my mark in his dream this time, it is very likely a trap."
"A wisp of my soul was left in his dream."
Shanjun nodded in agreement with Burch's speculation, stretched out his hand, and his fingers turned into the claws of a tiger, and replied: "It cannot be denied that this possibility, although it is rare, there are still ancients in the world. You must pay attention to hiding yourself and don't hunt them easily in a short period of time."
"Yes."
It was getting brighter outside, and Burch turned into Wang Qi again, disguised as a psychologist to work in the largest hospital in Jiangnan Road, while Shanjun, in the identity represented by this skin, dressed as a Taoist priest and took a car to Baiyun Temple.
The Baiyun Temple in Yingtian Prefecture was originally in the city.
Later, within a few decades, Yingtian Prefecture gradually expanded and became more and more prosperous.
The master of Baiyun Temple of that generation could not bear the disturbance, so he moved the temple to a mountain outside the city. Shanjun greeted the disciples of Baiyun Temple skillfully with a calm expression, and then burned incense and prayed with the disciples, doing the usual morning class, with a calm and peaceful expression, meticulous.
Then he swept the fallen leaves.
He looked more Taoist than the disciples in the temple, and there was no impatience in his movements.
At noon, a guest came to Baiyun Temple.
......
"Old Taoist priest, please come here."
The young man Zhao Xiu, who was transformed by Shanjun, smiled and brought the Taoist priest into the temple. Since the current master of the temple was here to receive this senior with a ridiculously high level of Taoism and seniority, after a round of greetings, the old Taoist priest walked around Baiyun Temple half sincerely and half with a heart of inquiry. Under his wide sleeves, he held a jade pendant in his hand.
The jade pendant can detect the existence of earthly gods such as mountain kings.
But he did not notice anything unusual.
The old Taoist put away the jade pendant, thinking that he was too suspicious. He looked around at the Taoists around him and sighed: "I haven't come to Jiangnan for a long time. I haven't seen many Taoist friends. I don't know where Brother Tianning is. Could it be that he has already..."
The old Taoist's face showed hesitation and sadness.
The middle-aged master of the temple shook his head and said, "Old senior, my master is still fine."
"He had some enlightenment a few days ago and understood the fundamental Taoist scriptures passed down by my Baiyun Temple master. Now he is taking my poor master and several uncles to meditate and retreat in the master's hall. He said he would not come out unless he left his own understanding in the Taoist scriptures."
"But senior and master are old friends, so there should be an exception. Do you want me to call him?"
The old Taoist was overjoyed to hear that his old friend had not died of old age. He stroked his beard and replied:
"No, no, this is a big Happy event, no need to disturb them, haha, when he was young, he was ambitious about the classics of Baiyun Temple, and was determined to let the younger disciples know his name. Now that he has such a good opportunity, it is too late to congratulate him, how can he still disturb him? "
"The old Taoist will stay in Baiyun Temple for a few more days. If you are lucky enough to see him, it would be the best. If not, it will be a lifetime. "
The middle-aged temple master nodded, called another disciple, and said: "Zhao Xiu, you take the old senior to stay."
Zhao Xiu stepped forward to respond, and then respectfully led the way, and there was no problem with his every move.
The ancestral hall is the core of the entire Baiyun Temple, and it is also the place where the tablets of the ancestors of Baiyun Temple are stored. The old Taoist priest who is also proficient in the vest method also knows that it is also the place where Baiyun Temple raises Yin soldiers and gods. It is considered a place where only the core of the direct lineage can enter, so he has to avoid it.
So he didn't step into this place. He just saw through the paper window that although it was a little dark inside, the firelight reflected the figures sitting cross-legged, among which were his friends. They were either in deep thought or clapping their hands, as if they were all comprehending the supreme truth, and their movements were free and easy.
Good, really good...
The old Taoist priest just looked at him enviously, and was taken to the guest room of the other courtyard by Zhao Xiu to stay.
After settling the old Taoist priest, Zhao Xiu came here again.
The pilgrims and Taoist priests in Baiyun Temple all knew that Zhao Xiu had been responsible for delivering food and clothes to the ancestral hall. This was originally just an idle job, and there was no benefit to be made. But some time ago, the great masters and uncles went in, and this became a great job.
As long as you please a few elders, not to mention the true teachings, but just a casual word, you can live more easily in the temple.
It can be said that everyone is jealous.
Today, after Zhao Xiu entered the ancestral hall, a Taoist priest in his thirties sneaked into the small courtyard of the ancestral hall. Through the white paper window, he saw that Zhao Xiu's junior brother was also sitting on the cushion next to several masters. It seemed that he had received the true teachings. He was very jealous and curious, so he couldn't help but sneak over.
After thinking about it, he poked a hole in the white paper windows on the two doors with his fingers.
Then he leaned over to look
The ancestral hall was still extremely solemn, with tablets and statues standing one by one. Then he saw the masters and uncles sitting cross-legged, smiling, and pinching their fingers. But he always felt that something was wrong. The Taoist priests who were peeking outside felt something strange. Suddenly, there was a breeze in the room, the candlelight swayed, and the bodies and faces of the ancestors shook and wrinkled.
The Taoist priests outside widened their eyes and almost shouted.
It turned out to be a piece of skin that had been peeled off.
Then, with the help of the flickering candlelight, he saw that the solemn stone slabs, walls, and statues of the Three Pure Ones were covered with splattered blood. The blood had long since dried up, and the blood was piled up layer by layer, so thick that it made people feel sick.
In the towering and cold ancestral hall, the ancestors, who were only human skin, smiled hollowly.
In front of the blood-stained Taoist statue, the young Taoist recited the Taoist Canon devoutly.
"Always be pure and quiet, and always be pure and quiet."
Weird, bloody, but there is an indescribable free and easy feeling.
The Taoist outside covered his mouth tightly, his face pale.
He was almost scared to death.
The ancestors comprehended the great way...
Is this the great way?
This is the great way!!
He supported the ground with his palms, his body was weak, and he almost crawled forward, then he saw a pair of legs, his body was stiff, he slowly raised his head, saw the face of the master, he breathed a sigh of relief, and cried in his voice: "Master, Master, Junior Brother Zhao Xiu is a demon, the masters, the masters have all been killed, all killed!"
A burst of suppressed crying, but no response.
The Taoist sensed something and raised his head stiffly. The wind blew past, and the majestic master smiled, and his face was blown up with wrinkles.
Squeak——
The ancestral hall behind was pushed open.
"Always be clear and quiet."
"You should always be clear and quiet."