The old man in the grey robe was speechless, frustrated and regretful, sighing, as if he didn't know what to say, and didn't know what to say. After a long silence, Wei Yuan looked at the old man with a simple temperament and said, "Also, old man, I also want to ask you a question."
The old man barely managed to calm down and said, "Please go ahead."
The museum owner in black asked, "Old man, you are wearing the clothes of the Han Dynasty, and you know these things. I wonder who it is related to, is it Wang Jujun, or Emperor Guangwu?"
The Qi family army's soldier spirits and water ghosts were all startled.
Looking at the old man with a look of doubt and uncertainty.
The old man was slightly startled, then laughed and shook his head, saying, "Young master, you think too highly of me."
He looked at his palm and murmured, "It's just that I have a little incense relationship with the mountain king. In terms of affection, righteousness and loyalty, the mountain king may not remember, but I still want to come and ask for a glimmer of life for him. My heart is agitated, and I don't know what to say. I don't know what to say." The old man stood up, staggered, bowed his hands, and choked up.
Immediately, the aroma of wine filled the air, and the clear air spread. The old man who was dressed in simple clothes before had disappeared. What was left was an ancient wine vessel, which was broken and entangled with the clear air of incense. The water that the old man had just drunk was contained in this wine vessel, and it had turned into fine wine.
The water ghost was stunned.
"This, this is..."
Wei Yuan was not surprised. He saw the traces of vicissitudes on the wine vessel and saw the words "established a temple in the second year of Han Jianyuan" written on it. In that year, Emperor Wu of Han divided the land gods. This was the first thing used to worship the mountain king. It was also the latter's favorite thing. Along with the story of the mountain king, it also ran through the past years.
The old man once shared a bit of the mountain king's luck, and after thousands of years, he was finally able to transform.
And now, in order to plead for the mountain king, he has exhausted the little bit of incense he shared.
Originally an ordinary wine vessel, step by step into this street filled with Kunlun's clear air and the military's evil spirit, with a gentle voice, telling that story, let Wei Yuan see the scene of the year, so a thousand years of hard practice, one day dissipated, only a glass of fine wine was left.
"Loyalty, justice and loyalty, this is the style of the Qin and Han dynasties..."
Wei Yuan took a leaf of the soul-nourishing wood and put it into the wine vessel, collecting and calming the last trace of incense and transforming it into a shape. However, the wine vessel was simple and the old man who told the story was no longer there. Perhaps after thousands of years, the old man still has the possibility of reappearing.
The soul of the Qi family army soldier was silent.
The water ghost also seemed a little shocked. He was a modern soul and could not understand the old man's choice.
Wei Yuan stood up and looked at the sky, walked to the door, and the water ghost subconsciously said:
"Boss, what are you going to do?"
Wei Yuan said casually: "It's closed today."
......
The next day, it was about ten o'clock.
The Taoist from Longhu Mountain hurried to the mountain gate, holding the file.
After introducing himself, the Taoist looked apologetic. He handed over the file and apologized repeatedly, saying, "Master Wei, this is the file record of the mountain king. There was originally an ancient wine vessel in this file, but I don't know when it was lost. We are looking for it. However, the wine vessel is only used to prove the file, and the content is still fine."
He unfolded the file, but found that the file that had been kept all the time turned blank. His face changed immediately and he almost jumped up in anxiety.
This, this, this... How come it's gone? !
It was still good when I went down the mountain, and the words in the file were all there. Where did they go?
Wei Yuan did not look through the file. The images from the wine vessel spirit could not be faked. Those images were more intuitive than words. Wei Yuan put down the blank file and thanked him, saying, "I already know. I troubled you to make this trip. Do you want to have some tea?"
The Taoist was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. He was stunned when he heard the words and said, "Got it?"
Know what?
Wei Yuan did not hide anything and answered: "An old gentleman came to visit last night and talked about the past. By the way, this guest may want you to take it back to Longhu Mountain."
While explaining, he prepared to get two bottles of drinks.
The Taoist was puzzled. Following the direction pointed by Wei Yuan, he saw an old man wearing a gray robe and a Taoist hat next to the table. He was dazed again, but he only saw the ancient wine jar on the table. Now he saw the gap on it. Except for the extra wine and leaves inside, it was exactly the same as the ancient artifact he lost.
A guest came to the door last night and talked about the past?
The Taoist's eyes froze slightly: "This, this is..."
He subconsciously thought of a possibility, which was absurd and a little unbelievable. The ancient artifact became a spirit and looked for guests at night. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a story in legends and strange stories.
But he thought that the story was originally recorded.
The Taoist's heartbeat quickened a little. He looked at the ancient vessel that was already spiritual, and the aged wine that had never been in it before. He subconsciously turned his head to look at the young man next to him. He had the illusion that he had fallen into a story. Wei Yuan just asked as usual: "Are you thirsty, Taoist friend? Do you want to drink something?"
The Taoist wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to start, and he couldn't start for some reason, so he had to say:
"Thank you, oolong tea is fine."
In the end, no matter what doubts and puzzles he had in his heart, the Taoist still took the wine vessel that was originally stored in Longhu Mountain, sealed the wine in it with magic, and said goodbye and left. When he left, he vaguely saw the old man he had just met bowing to the museum with a solemn expression. This time he saw it clearly. The Taoist paused and walked out in a hurry.
I felt that this museum was a bit mysterious and weird.
When he found a quiet place, he unfolded the file and saw that it was still blank. Then, in a trance, words appeared on the scroll one by one, exactly the same as what he saw before going down the mountain, but now the words were filled with a strong aroma of wine, which made him feel dizzy when he smelled it.
The Taoist was speechless for a long time. He suddenly thought of the ancestor putting the file and the wine vessel together. Could it be that the wine vessel was the real file, and the words were just for outsiders to see?
Then he thought of another idea, and his mouth twitched-
My ancestor, who is the outsider in your eyes?
......
Wei Yuan didn't know that the visiting Taoist was in a dilemma.
He was just practicing while waiting for more important news. Yesterday, Zhang Hao and his master went to find the true appearance of the mountain king. In modern times, even if the identity used by the mountain king came out of thin air, it is impossible to leave no trace in the prosperous city.
Modern big data search can easily find these clues.
Soon, Zhang Hao called in, his voice was urgent.
"Master Wei, we found the person that the mountain king transformed into!"
He said:
"The man is called Zhao Xiu, a native of Jiangnan Dao, 27 years old, and all his resume can be found."
Wei Yuan said: "Zhao Xiu..."
"Where is he?!"
Zhang Hao paused and said: "...He is in Baiyun Temple."
Wei Yuan's expression changed slightly, thinking of the old Taoist priest who was still a guest in Baiyun Temple, and Zhang Hao's voice continued to sound, with a hint of confusion and disbelief: "But, Zhao Xiu is dead, I mean, Zhao Xiu's body has been found, in Inside the mountain, this matter had been reported long ago. "
"When Zhao Xiu was found, only a piece of skin was left."
Wei Yuan noticed something was wrong and asked, "When was it?"
Zhang Hao said with difficulty, "About half a month ago."
"It was also before we gained something in Chixia Temple."
Half a month ago, it was not long after killing the two monks. It can be inferred that after killing the monks and taking the relics, Shanjun decisively abandoned his position and most of his incense bodies, and also abandoned Zhao Xiu's body, which might be targeted.
And the news of Zhao Xiu's death was reported normally through Baiyun Temple, cutting off the last clue.
Then he used these cut foreign objects to blame Chixia Temple and guide the outside world.
So he got out of the cage and regained his freedom.
Wei Yuan sorted out Shanjun's actions and preparations in his mind. Even if he was standing in the direction of hostility, he still couldn't help being surprised. His means were chained, cold enough, rational enough, and cruel enough to his enemies.
Zhang Hao said with fear in his tone:
"Master Wei, has the mountain king taken this opportunity to escape?"
This is indeed very likely. In this case, taking the opportunity to leave seems to be the best choice, but Wei Yuan recalled the scene he saw when he used Wuzhiqi to eliminate interference and predict the situation, and thought of the scene of the tiger climbing the mountain and devouring the Taoist priest, and replied:
"Is Baiyun Temple still normal?"
Zhang Hao said: "Yes."
Wei Yuan exhaled and said:
"Then he should still be in Jiangnan Road, and even, there is a high probability that he is still in Baiyun Temple."
"But wouldn't it be easy to be discovered?"
Wei Yuan subconsciously replied: "If it is real, it will be false, and if it is false, it will be real."
"When everyone thinks that he must have escaped, Baiyun Temple has become the safest blind spot. Even if a routine search is conducted, it is impossible to be more rigorous than the search outside. He must have escaped. Enough inducements have been left outside to guide you to investigate outside. "
"When most of the forces have been guided away, it will be safe enough for him to leave at that time."
"In fact, whether his hiding place is dangerous or not depends not on the distance between you in reality, but on the distance in thinking. If even your thinking rhythm is guided by him, then even if you have ten times more troops than him and have a strong enough will, you will definitely lose."
Zhang Hao was stunned, and wanted to cheer up a little, and joked:
"Master, what you said sounds like you two are arranging troops?"
Wei Yuan was stunned. When he said those words, he naturally thought of Lu Zhi, Huangfu Song, and the rockets in the sky. Shanjun was also a great general in ancient times, and he really had been enemies with a famous general at that time, even though he was extremely weak at that time, even though he was still very young at that time.
But some things can't be forgotten.
Until this time, he, who was accustomed to modern life, could feel as if he was in a dream.
He really had been shoulder to shoulder with those people.
He really had been an enemy of those people.
He really had gone through those historical years.
Zhang Hao heard the voice from the other side pause slightly, and then the museum owner's tone seemed to become gentler:
"Reading history makes people clear about their ambitions."
"I just saw some history..."