Wei Yuan didn't say much, but looked at the Taiping Dao monk who had turned into a medicine man with complicated eyes. The Taiping Dao monks of this era have already stepped into the evil way, but Zhang Hao said that this is the true teaching, that is, this should be the kind that has inherited part of the true "Taiping Yaoshu".
Rather than the so-called Taiping Dao monks who participated in the quick evil method.
As for the behavior of using evil magic to confuse ordinary people, whether these so-called true disciples knew about it and whether they profited from it, Wei Yuan didn't know, but he tended to know the inside story. Now the Taiping Dao leader intends to spread evil magic to ordinary people, collect money and materials, and support the monks who really practice the true teaching.
So now he is hard to say whether he is more angry at these monks for not fighting or more angry at their being harmed.
Even based on the previous actions of these Taiping Dao monks, it is possible that they are robbing each other with the man from Sakurajima. Wei Yuan was silent for a while, but still stretched out his hand to release the magic power to open the talisman chain that bound the Taoist, but he never thought that as soon as he opened it, the Taoist suddenly roared like a beast.
Then he suddenly stepped forward and began to attack randomly without any consciousness, with a fierce and intimidating momentum, and he was not afraid of death. Zhang Hao and the others were nervous and stood up subconsciously, but saw that Wei Yuan did not stand up either, just sitting on the rattan chair, and his fingers were like swords pressing on the Taoist's palm, just right, suppressing the Taiping Dao technique that the latter wanted to perform instinctively.
The Taoist wanted to resist, but Wei Yuan's sword finger went horizontally and struck him. The Taoist seemed to have been shattered by the true teachings of the Taiping Dao. He showed a look of pain and staggered to his knees. He happened to be next to Wei Yuan who was sitting. As soon as he raised his head, Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and put his fingers on his forehead, and he could no longer move.
A series of actions were understated and without any worldly airs, but they easily suppressed this Taoist with a high level of Taoism.
Wei Yuan could see that this should be a combination of drug poisoning and illusion.
He wanted to see if he could save him from this state.
His own magic power was transmitted in an extremely efficient way to try to break the illusion.
The Fusangshen of Sakurajima trapped the true spirit in reverse by affecting the memory and emotions of the recipient, so Wei Yuan also saw everything that the young Taoist experienced as a bystander, and saw that he lived peacefully with his mother, wife and children in his heart.
Seeing him become younger, he was taken away by a tall, handsome man with thin lips, and then began to practice.
He practiced hard every day, following the most orthodox way. He prayed to the ancestors in the morning and evening classes every day, and then practiced breathing and qigong, and practiced boxing to keep fit. It seems that at least in the eyes of this Taoist, this period of time was peaceful and precious.
It is difficult to break this illusion that has formed an inner dilemma, and it can only be broken from the inside.
If it is broken from the outside, it is equivalent to smashing the Taoist's true spirit into pieces.
After pondering for a while, Wei Yuan thought of a way.
Since it is an illusion that can only be broken from the inside.
Then he simply communicated with his own spirituality and magic power, took advantage of the opportunity when the young Taoist offered incense to many ancestors during the morning class, and the faint connection between one of the tablets and his true spirit, successfully arrived at the inside of the illusion, and then began to try to break the illusion from the inside out.
Zhang Hao and Zhu Hongmiao were staring at Wei Yuan. They knew how tricky the medicine man's condition was. The cultivators of the Tianshi Mansion who were good at this kind of magic in Quan City had tried it before, but they were not sure that they could break the illusion without hurting the Taoist's true spirit. After a while, seeing Wei Yuan's fingers lightly pressing, without saying any formula, the Taoist who almost turned into a medicine man's face twisted violently.
He suddenly opened his mouth and coughed out a large mouthful of blood. The black air on his face was descending, but it was still there.
Only his eyes regained their spirit, as if he had just woken up from a long dream, staggering, and his mind was still in a state of confusion. He had just been suppressed and knelt down, but now he no longer resisted, just kneeling on the ground, and when he woke up, he bowed in the direction of Wei Yuan, and instinctively cried out: "Ancestor, Ancestor!!"
? ? !
Zhang Hao's face changed slightly.
Wei Yuan looked at Zhang Hao without any change in expression, and said in a flat tone, concisely:
"The consciousness is still in the illusion."
"I think I recognized the wrong person."
Zhang Hao nodded slowly and said, "So that's it..."
He looked at the Taoist who was holding Wei Yuan's sleeve tightly, and finally couldn't help turning his eyes, seeing the antiques on the wooden cabinet, and seeing the nine-section staff whose appearance was recorded in the world's Taoist treasures, he felt his scalp tingling.
Wei Yuan's right hand was still lightly covering the Taoist's palm to calm his mind.
The Taoist who was probably over 30 years old, but looked young, was in a state of confusion. He was awakening from a long sleep at this moment. What he said were the words that he was most obsessed with. He just said in a panic and hurried manner:
"Japanese pirates, Japanese pirates!"
"The Taoist master colluded with the Japanese pirates..."
"Kill that Taoist master. He colluded with the Japanese pirates and harmed Shenzhou. Kill him. He is not worthy of being the Taoist master of my Taiping Department..."
He was so emotional that the drug poison he had suffered even invaded his blood.
He kowtowed and coughed up blood.
Zhang Hao couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to press the Taoist's shoulder directly, using his own magic power to calm the Taoist's agitated blood. Zhu Hongmiao quickly found the antidote pill and gave it to the Taoist, but the drug poison was too deep in his body, and coupled with his deep obsession, it even led to the agitation of his heart and blood. The drug poison almost invaded his soul and was incurable.
Zhu Hongmiao said suddenly: "No, how come the detoxification pill made his injury worse?"
Zhang Hao's face changed, and as soon as he sniffed the Taoist's breath, his face suddenly changed:
"Damn it!"
He slammed his palm heavily on the table, his face ugly: "That old guy used his body to test the medicine, I'm afraid he tried it more than once, the toxins accumulated together, and the detoxification medicine is useless. He was using the body of my Shenzhou cultivator to experiment with the medicinal properties. As long as the illusion is solved, the toxins will explode and there is no way to save him."
No, there are still people who can save him.
But I'm afraid there is no one in this world.
Wei Yuan knew that only a young Taoist with a smile on his face could save such a serious injury. He stretched out his hand, and the Taoist regained consciousness and reason. His lips trembled, he straightened his clothes, and then covered his left hand with his right hand, still bowed, and said: "Please, ancestor, kill the Taoist master."
Wei Yuan looked at him and replied: "It's a pity."
"I'm not your ancestor."
The Taoist's lips trembled. Zhang Hao and Zhu Hongmiao had already started to contact people from the Taoist sect. They could only hope that he could be sent to a special hospital and saved. When Zhang Hao ran out, Wei Yuan hesitated, but still leaned over slightly and whispered in the Taoist's ear.
The Taoist's eyes widened, and a bright color burst out from his eyes.
Wei Yuan stretched out his hand, and wanted to pat the Taoist on the shoulder. After thinking for a while, he pressed his head and said:
"Go, hold on and survive."
Zhang Hao drove the car over, Zhu Hongmiao rushed in, carried the Taoist on his back, and rushed to the car.
Stepping on the accelerator, the car engine roared and moved forward quickly. Zhu Hongmiao tried to stabilize the Taoist's aura with his meager Taoist practice, but the latter still slowly lost his breath after experiencing the long torture of poison and illusion.
But there was still a trace of light in his eyes.
"I am not your ancestor."
The voice just now was gentle:
"After all..."
"According to seniority, you should call me the Second Heavenly Master."
......
After Zhang Hao and others left.
Wei Yuan walked towards the quiet room, raised his hand, and the nine-section staff and Zhang Daoling's magic sword directly broke through the transparent glass and appeared beside him, slowly floating. He stretched out his hand to hold the nine-section staff, used it to press against the ground, set up the altar, and looked for the qi. Wei Yuan just saw the appearance of the Taoist master from the obsession memory that trapped the Taoist, and knew that the latter treasured an ancient yellow scarf talisman.
If the time was not miscalculated, the talisman was likely related to him.
Wei Yuan held the nine-section staff and slowly breathed. Relying on the magic weapon to enhance his perception, he felt the general direction of the talisman in the dark, counted on his fingers to avoid the possibility of hurting innocent people, and then transformed it into a thousand-mile tracking altar. He raised his hand again, and Zhang Daoling's magic sword appeared in the air.
The altar should be raised.
What talisman? It is not a yellow talisman or an iron talisman, but a decree from the gods.
The jade talisman appeared in the void.
Wei Yuan tapped his fingers lightly, and the newly added mountain god decree instantly shattered. He stained his fingers with divine power, using the divine power as cinnabar and the magic sword as the yellow talisman. Wei Yuan wrote more than ten talismans on Zhang Daoling's magic sword in one breath. They were not the strong wind that he was good at, but the thunder that Zhang Jiao was good at.
Kill the evil with thunder and kill the disloyal.
When the last stroke fell, Wei Yuan's fingers were charred, and dense lightning marks appeared on the sword, emitting a blue-purple light.
Let the magic sword float in the air, and arcs of thunder and lightning continued to burst out.
Wei Yuan exhaled a breath of turbid air, and finally brushed his fingers slowly across the sword, causing the arc of lightning to converge completely, and finally not even a trace of light was scattered. It looked ordinary, but it exuded a powerful aura. Then, with the nine-section staff as a guide, Wei Yuan tapped the sword three times with his fingers, the first time with the Yuanming Red Talisman, the second time with the mountain god seal, and the third time with his own true spirit.
Those who violated my Shenzhou; those who sentenced my master; those who colluded with the Japanese pirates to harm their fellow disciples.
He said, "They should be executed."
With a casual wave of his hand, accompanied by a long whistle, in the blink of an eye, Zhang Daoling's magic sword wrapped in thunder and lightning broke through the air directly.
The sword came out and the wind and thunder followed.
Wei Yuan lowered his eyes, his face was pale because of the altar and the spell. After thinking for a while, he sent a message to Zhang Ruosu.
"Daoyou, there may be a little movement later."
"Thank you."