After finishing the chat with Nujiao, Wei Yuan found that Nujiao had packed a folder and threw it to him. After opening it, he found that it contained the specific steps of the first method proposed by Nujiao, which was similar to how to connect the seal with the spiritual vein of the mountain when the famous mountain had already accepted the sacrifice.
The specific steps of each step were extremely detailed.
Obviously, Nujiao did not answer his question immediately before, so she should be preparing these things.
Wei Yuan browsed the contents of the folder and wrote down the general steps.
It is not necessary to remember everything you see, but at least leave an impression in your mind, so that you can follow the trend when you meet a suitable target, and you will not be in a hurry.
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At about noon, the old Taoist priest in charge of Quanshi affairs delivered the promised jade talisman.
Wei Yuan was surprised by the high efficiency. He accepted the jade talisman and thanked him:
"Thank you for your help, Taoist priest."
"No trouble, no trouble."
The old Taoist priest swept his eyes over the things in the museum, with fear in his eyes. Before, he thought everything was fake, but now, nothing seemed fake. Looking at each item, especially the jade pendant with a strong Warring States style, the old Taoist priest felt his left eyelid twitching. He withdrew his eyes without changing his expression, stroked his beard and smiled:
"Hehe... It's just on the way. I happened to have something to do here, so I brought the things to you, Master Wei. It doesn't cost anything anyway. How much time."
"It's just on the way."
After a few pleasantries, the old Taoist priest went out and got in the car, heaved a sigh of relief, and then said to the member of the action team who was driving:
"Drive."
The young man started the car and drove out of the old street. He had something to say, but he couldn't help but said suspiciously: "Master, aren't we going to Xicheng District today? This is Dongcheng, why do we have to turn a corner?"
The old Taoist priest sighed: "Even if he lives in the suburbs, it must be on the way today."
"By the way, stop in front."
He opened the car door, went into an ordinary store, and bought some things.
The old Taoist priest looked at the happy water that young people like, took a bottle of green tea, and said to himself.
It's already on the way, so you have to do the whole show.
That's an old monster.
He got on the car, and the young Taoist priest almost guessed the reason why the master did this today, and whispered:
"Master, is the museum owner also an old senior who has never changed his appearance?"
The old Taoist priest looked at him and said with a smile: "I didn't say that."
The young Taoist priest now had an idea in his mind. After thinking about it, he hesitated and said: "Then do you want me to contact this old senior later?"
"Follow the standards of those old seniors who have come out of the world, and make up for the corresponding treatment."
The old Taoist priest pondered for a moment, shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, since he chose to be self-reliant, he must have his own ideas."
"Let's not add unnecessary details. Besides, how can a person like him care about those worldly things?"
The young Taoist priest nodded, and then realized that he had made a mistake. How could an old senior who could keep his appearance and play with the world care about money, reimbursement, treatment and other vulgar things? If I bother him with these things, he might be unhappy and angry. I was even more cautious and reminded myself not to make such mistakes in the future.
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In the museum.
Wei Yuan arranged the jade talisman materials on the table and sealed the room with talismans to prevent the spirits from spying and the release of spiritual power. Then he recalled the decree given to him by Wuzhiqi and rehearsed it several times in his mind before carefully writing it down.
The part of the original decree that represented the flow of water was changed to mountains and wind.
The rest was completely imitated from Wuzhiqi.
This process was difficult. Even though he was careful enough, he still wasted several pieces of jade talisman materials.
The edicts drawn by Wuzhiqi can be said to be the incarnation of heaven and earth, somewhat similar to the original Taoist scripture. They are powerful enough. Wei Yuan's palm moved slightly, the tip of the pen in his hand was raised, and he carefully put down the last stroke. The whole scripture was shining with light. At the moment when this trace of spiritual charm was formed and had not yet dissipated, the seal appeared in his palm and pressed it gently.
The originally scattered edicts gathered into a whole at this moment.
The whole jade talisman exuded a warm breath.
It was very similar to the talisman that Wei Yuan got from Wuzhiqi before, but there were differences. One was that the power level was far from being comparable to the one Wuzhiqi lent him. The other point was that the breath of this edict, from the water nature, turned into a heavy mountain and a willful wind.
It was an edict representing the divinity of mountain wind.
When the seal was pressed down, an invisible wave escaped, high and majestic.
Water ghosts, black cats, soldier spirits, and even the Shang King Bronze Jue were all stagnant in their thoughts for a moment, subconsciously looking at the closed door. At this moment, they felt a kind of inhuman lofty existence, as high as a mountain, as far as the wind, as if at this moment, behind the narrow door, it was no longer a bedroom, but a mountain in the wild, with the wind whistling down.
"Done."
Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and put away this successful decree.
Then he looked at the jade stone that was wasted because of failure with heartache.
This mountain god decree can allow him to briefly display the magical power similar to that of the mountain god, especially the control of the strong wind will rise to another level. Correspondingly, Wei Yuan can feel that a trace of power has been drawn out of the seal in his hand, and it seems to have become lighter from a physical sense.
It is indeed a consumable. It seems that if you want to use the seal for a long time, you must find the spiritual vein.
Wei Yuan thought.
In fact, he thought about it. He could go find the mountain where the mountain god originally became a god, and continue to pull the tiger's hair and plunder the last bit of his family wealth. However, after jumping from the earth god to the heavenly god, the spiritual vein of the mountain might have been drained, which is not worth much. Another idea is to find the modern Taiping Dao master.
The previous master seemed to have escaped from the hands of the two true practitioners.
Taiping Dao was originally one of the three caves and four auxiliary, one of the seven jade books, and it did not decline until the Song Dynasty.
Before that, it must have had its own sect.
If you want to connect the seal with the spiritual vein of the mountain, it is very likely that there will be no resistance at all. Wei Yuan even suspects that the spiritual vein mountain god of the mountain will have its own name when it was first worshipped, and perhaps it is not necessary to use the method proposed by Nujiao to easily complete the conclusion.
But this is just a guess.
Wei Yuan suppressed the thought in his mind, took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
Calculating the time, Wuzhiqi should also reply to him.
Wei Yuan's mouth curled slightly.
Young monkey, you don't know the horror of modern human games.
Tsk, you are still too young...
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The bottom of the Huai River.
Wuzhiqi was fully focused on the game.
He didn't expect that he would have such a great interest in this non-fighting game, but this game made him addicted for the first time in a long time, and he recalled the time when he was the water god of the Huai River system for the first time. He even felt that if he had played this game at the beginning, then his Huai River system would definitely be bigger and stronger.
At least beat down the old bastard He Bo.
He was still upset about the Yellow River taking the Huai River into the sea.
Glancing at the time.
Well, it's just a little over four forty.
I started playing at four o'clock, and I've only played forty minutes. Wei Yuan, that kid, is still talking about being careful. What is he careful about? A mere human being, trying to use human cognition to consider the essence of the gods, is really stupid...
The ancient gods looked down on him.
He retracted his gaze, and without thinking, his fingers opened the next round by themselves.
Well, next, continue to build wonders...
With a slight sound, the entire computer screen went black, reflecting Wuzhiqi's face, reflecting the pair of excited golden pupils, reflecting the look of those eyes quickly changing from excited to dull, and then the look on Wuzhiqi's face slowly solidified.
He blinked and poked the computer. The computer was hot, but there was no response.
Then he reached out and tapped the computer at a 45-degree angle.
...No power?
Eighty-seven percent of the power!
I've only played for less than an hour, less than an hour!
Wei Yuan! ! ! ! !
Wuzhiqi raised his head and roared.
The Huai River suddenly shook violently, and a wave hit the Guishan Mountain directly, splashing water and white waves.
......…
At 4:43, Wei Yuan's cell phone began to ring.
Wei Yuan drank a glass of happy water leisurely, and let the monkey wait for a long time before lying on the bed and closing his eyes to sleep. Sure enough, after a while, accompanied by the violent shaking of the dream, Wuzhiqi's body appeared in the dream, with chains all over his body, golden eyes, staring at Wei Yuan.
Wuzhiqi opened his mouth, showing his fangs, staring at Wei Yuan with his golden eyes, and angrily said:
"Wei Yuan, give me an explanation!"
"Why, less than an hour later, the power is gone?!"
Wei Yuan drank his tea leisurely, and then said slowly:
"One hour."
"It should be twenty-five hours, Shuijun."
Wuzhiqi's expression froze.
After a long time, he said, "Has a day passed?"
Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Yes, Shui Jun, aren't human games quite interesting?"
Wu Zhiqi was silent, then said solemnly, "You know, Wei Yuan, I have a long life. The longer I live, the slower I will perceive time. For human children, each year may be one-fifth of their entire memory length, so each year and each day seem extremely long."
"And for the elderly, the same time is only a few tens of a lifetime, so the older you humans are, the faster you feel that time is passing. This is because each year's proportion in self-cognition and memory is getting smaller and smaller."
"It's like this for ordinary mortals, let alone me. After thousands of years, a year is so insignificant to me that it's hard to leave any feelings, let alone a mere day? This may also be the price of immortality."
Wu Zhiqi looked distant and had the bearing of a god.
Just like an elder who has truly experienced a long time.
Wei Yuan nodded and said, "I see."
But you just want to cover up the fact that you forgot the time while playing, right?
He didn't say this because he was worried that if he did, Wuzhiqi might get angry and punch him in the dream. He still had to consider the self-esteem of the gods. Wei Yuan rationally revealed this and recommended the Stellaris and Souls series games to Wuzhiqi.
While Wuzhiqi was looking through the recommendation list.
Wei Yuan sat cross-legged on the ground, silently calculating and divination, recalling the scene he saw in An Xuyang's memory before, and then instinctively emerged six numbers in his mind. He used the method of six-line divination to form an eight trigrams with these six numbers, and then explained the eight trigrams.
The direction indicated was that it was beneficial to the west.
This means that the old man is now to the west of Wei Yuan.
He seemed to be thinking about something, his eyes slightly closed, because this was his dream, so scenes appeared directly in front of him, a primary school appeared, under the shade of the trees on the avenue, the old man sitting at the stall, people came and went around him, but no one seemed to notice him.
There were books, antiques, and the bronze plate on the stall.
This time, the fortune teller Wei Yuan saw more things.
The old man exuded a faint but relatively lofty aura from the white silk thread that connected with one of the geisha dolls. Wei Yuan was very familiar with this aura, and raised his eyebrows slightly, saying: "Sakurajima divinity..."
Wuzhiqi said: "Sakurajima? Where is that?"
Wei Yuan replied: "It's just a tiny place."
Wuzhiqi didn't care, and said casually: "Oh, then you are very familiar with the divinity of this place?"
Wei Yuan lowered his head and looked at the picture shown by the hexagram. Bloody memories flashed before his eyes, the cold Qin sword, the red cloth tied up his hair, and the iron eagles flying on the swords, and the huge trees wailing and falling. He explained: "Not very familiar."
"It's just a little bit of grudges in the past."
"I don't know if they still have any impression of me."