Qian Rulei carried the groceries she'd bought, her footsteps light as she bounded up the stairs.

With two chickens in one hand, the largest plastic bag filled with all kinds of vegetables in the other, and a bag of rice hugged to her chest, she used her toes to open the door. Her son, who had been playing a game, was startled and quickly went to greet her.

"Mom, why did you bring back so much stuff?"

"Aren't you afraid of getting tired?"

"Tired of what?"

Qian Rulei scoffed.

"Your mother has already sensed qi in her cultivation. What's this little bit of stuff?"

"It's you who's embarrassing. After all this time, and with the state providing pills, you still haven't cultivated anything remarkable."

"This…"

The young man scratched his head, momentarily forgetting that cultivation had been popularized for some time. With the official provision of elixirs, the common people of Shenzhou could directly practice the Qi Nourishment Sutra (a cultivation technique) most suitable for the masses. Now, it was really true that back pain was gone, leg soreness was gone, and carrying twenty or thirty pounds of groceries up seven or eight floors was no problem.

Qian Rulei put down the groceries, looked out at the old street, stretched her body, and sighed with emotion.

"Really, I feel like my body is as good as when I was young."

"But our old street is getting more and more lively, which is a good thing."

She sighed, then looked at her son, who was lying down like a salted fish, and said in exasperation, "All you know is lying down, lying down. Why did you even come back?"

The young man: "…"

Indeed, it was the third day since he returned home.

He was already starting to be disliked.

Sure enough, his mother began to nag him again, saying, "Look at you, you're over twenty years old, ah, you're no good at work, you're no good at studying, all you know is playing games after work, playing games, you don't even think about finding a girlfriend…"

After rambling on for a while, Qian Rulei said, still not satisfied:

"Really, if you can't, go down and chat with that Doctor Bai. That would be great."

The young man was stunned.

Doctor Bai…

A few days ago, another traditional Chinese medicine clinic opened on the old street, near the Zhenyao Museum.

The focus was on that doctor.

Young, with delicate skin like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, yet with a mature and quiet temperament, like a woman in her twenties, she was extremely attractive. Qian Rulei said with emotion, "By the way, later you should take some vegetables to that Curator Wei."

"You guys wanted to move away before, saying that this was just a folk museum, too deserted."

"Look at it now."

"Our old street is getting more and more lively, and there are more and more people."

"That's good."

"With people, there's no need to be afraid of demons or ghosts…"

After sighing for a while, the middle-aged woman reminded her son, "By the way, if you want to meet the girls here, Mom thinks it's a good idea, but you have to keep your distance from Jue, the owner of the flower shop. Don't have any miscellaneous thoughts."

Qian Rulei 'warned', "Otherwise, you'll have a hard time."

"Okay, okay, I know, I know."

The young man rolled his eyes.

Most of the residents on this old street are elderly.

Usually, they don't have much to do. To be honest, they don't care about the various things on the modern internet. Instead, they have the habits of the old folks in Shenzhou and prefer to pay attention to the fresh things happening around them.

The emotional anecdotes between the young curator of the museum and the young owner of the flower shop.

It is the number one on the old street's gossip charts this year and has received much attention from the old men and women in private.

From the old man at the North Gate to the retired Old Qian family couple.

This matter can at least keep them drinking tea for half a year.

The old man at the door doesn't know how many young brats who wanted to buy flowers he has blocked.

………………

A car stopped in front of the museum.

Zhang Hao, who was obviously much more tanned, had returned at this time. Having experienced the Mountain and Sea Rift, this young Daoist was obviously much more calm and steady than at the beginning. Daoist cultivation highly valued the mind and nature. At least Wei Yuan knew that Zhang Hao would be able to cultivate to the realm of Receiving the Five Thunders in the Zhengyi Sect in the future.

That could already be called a true cultivator.

He possessed the Daoist practice to guard a place.

"It's been a while since I've been here. Another shop has opened on this old street."

Zhang Hao held the tea, his temperament much calmer.

Cultivate on the mountain, enter the world. Since ancient times, the true Daoists have all taken this path to see themselves and see the world.

A Daoist mind and spiritual awareness has far surpassed his peers.

This time, he was probably going to temporarily relinquish his duties and return to the mountain to cultivate. When he came down again next time, his cultivation would definitely have broken through to the next level. He came this time to deliver something to Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan checked the things in the bag and prepared to go over.

Zhang Hao put down his teacup, stood up, and pushed Wei Yuan's wheelchair.

Now that his body was not doing well, he had been holding on when he met Gonggong. Now that he was back, Wei Yuan decided to be a salted fish. Zhang Hao looked at the shop. It was a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, decorated in a simple style, not like ordinary pharmacies, with Saturday and Sunday discounts, buying medicine at a discount, and getting eggs for spending a certain amount.

There were two lines of words. Zhang Hao read them out:

"May the world be free from illness and suffering, may the medicine on the shelves gather dust."

Moreover, the ink on the words had not completely dried yet, obviously just written.

He pushed Wei Yuan in and saw the woman in white, her black hair like a waterfall, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, a sky-blue shirt, black trousers, and a white coat that doctors often wore, quietly reading a modern medical theory book.

When she saw Wei Yuan and Zhang Hao coming, she raised her head, her long hair falling down. If Jue's temperament was refined and peaceful, then this woman in white was more gentle and generous.

Zhang Hao always felt that this face seemed somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember.

Wei Yuan handed over the things and said, "Here, Doctor Bai, your certificates are all here."

Inside were her medical qualification certificate, identity card, and even a public transportation card.

Thanks to a certain Wei.

The old Daoist's work in this area had become extremely skilled, almost like an assembly line process.

The woman in a white coat smiled gently and thanked him.

She got up and poured two cups of tea. After Zhang Hao took the tea, he felt that the cup was actually a little cold, but this was clearly hot tea. He was stunned for a moment and looked curiously at the gentle woman, wondering if her hands were cold?

Wei Yuan took a sip of West Lake Dragon Well tea, pointed to his eyes, and asked with a smile, "Are you used to the glasses?"

After all, her true form was a snake, and her eyesight was a natural weakness.

Of course, if she used her magic power, this snake demon, who was almost about to transform into a dragon, would have no problem.

However, Bai Niangzi seemed to want to restrain her magic power and walk in the mortal world in the form of a mortal.

Wei Yuan asked the Old Celestial Master to make a pair of glasses for her.

Anyway, the old Daoist seemed to be able to do everything. It seemed that when he was young, he often ran out of travel expenses and would work for people. As for eating and drinking in restaurants in the morning and then washing dishes in the afternoon, it was not a problem for the old Daoist at all.

He also learned the craft of making glasses when he traveled in the West.

The woman in white smiled and nodded, saying, "Very good, very interesting things."

At this time, a young man came over, pushed open the door of the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, and nodded slightly when he saw that Wei Yuan was also there, as a greeting. Then, he went to Doctor Bai to get medicine, and then he stuttered, wanting to chat more.

The woman in white was gentle in expression but cold in action.

She didn't chat much. As if thinking of something, she found a few small packets from the medicine cabinet and handed them to Wei Yuan, saying, "Curator Wei, these medicines are newly prepared by me. They should also be good for your body."

Wei Yuan was surprised and then thanked her, saying, "Thank you."

Bai Niangzi pursed her lips and smiled, saying, "You're welcome, but my medical skills may not be as good as my husband's."

"The effect may not be particularly good."

The young man getting medicine on the side was stunned, and then a clear look of regret appeared on his face:

"Doctor Bai, are you already married?"

"Yes."

The female doctor smiled and said, "My husband's surname is Xu."

The young man was extremely regretful.

And Daoist Zhang Hao's pupils contracted, and his heart thumped heavily.

He slowly raised his head.

This was clearly the kind of small pharmacy that would make people feel relaxed, with the aroma of wood and medicinal herbs, and soft lighting, which would make people feel relaxed. It was the kind of ordinary daily life, but it made Zhang Hao feel a faint tingling in his scalp.

West Lake Dragon Well tea, a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, a doctor Bai, and a husband surnamed Xu.

Longhu Mountain handles the documents.

The abnormality of Jinshan Temple.

The young man who came to buy medicine had already left. Wei Yuan was still chatting with Bai Niangzi, with a tone similar to that of ordinary people talking about daily life.

"It's a pity that Yumeiren isn't here, otherwise you and she should have something to talk about."

"Yumeiren… is that her?"

"It's her."

"Then she is now…"

"Probably… has she found the reincarnation of Xiang Yu? Heh… just kidding."

Zhang Hao's Dao heart surged and fluctuated.

As if in a dream.

Finally, he pushed the museum owner out of the Xu family's clinic from The Legend of the White Snake, passed the painter of Yumeiren, next to the bookstore of Qingqiu Kingdom, and pushed open the door of the museum. Wei Yuan called out to him, "By the way, Zhang Hao, help me prepare the materials for the talismans."

"Talismans… what kind of talisman?"

"The Arctic Gouchen Great Emperor's Demon-Subduing Talisman."

If Zhang Hao's Dao practice had not broken through, even preparing the materials would have been somewhat difficult. As an elite cultivator of the Daoist sect, he had almost all the materials on him. There were some slight deficiencies, but Wei Yuan actually didn't know where he found the replacements, and they were full of years.

"Curator Wei, are you going to seal something?"

"Yes."

Wei Yuan took out a dark black aura, and the air suddenly became extremely humid. Zhang Hao was stunned: "This is…"

Wei Yuan smiled and replied:

"A small toy, I have to deal with it."

This was what he took away from the tomb when he left.

The source of the flooding of Jinshan Temple a thousand years ago, the power that stirred up the floods in Jiangnan some time ago.

The true spirit of the woman holding the umbrella had dissipated, but her hatred and thousands of years of persistence, and magic power, had all gathered to transform into this thing. Anomaly in the world is a demon, but if this thing is scattered, there will be various troubles, and if it is left alone, it will breed new medicines.

When he ran to Longhu Mountain, he was almost kicked out of the Tianshi Mansion by the old Daoist who was forced to increase his workload.

The Tianshi Mansion already had to suppress a pile of things.

You still send such a trouble?!

Get out!

This thing is under the jurisdiction of your Crouching Tiger, don't pass the buck!

Wei Yuan had to bring it back to his own museum.

But even so, he could still get the materials of the Longhu Mountain disciples for free .jpg.

After Zhang Hao prepared the materials, Wei Yuan invited him to dinner before returning to the inner room to suppress this thing.

Earth overcomes water.

Use white jade as the material and put this aura into it.

Use cinnabar to turn water, and dip the jade pen in the talisman.

Start the talisman.

This is the origin of the Legend of the White Snake, the end of Tianwu, perhaps a tragedy caused by everyone pursuing their obsessions, but now it has also ended here. The past loves, hates, and grudges, those heartbreaking twists and turns have also dissipated with time. What remains is just a wisp of obsession, a bit of demonic nature.

Wei Yuan seemed to see what he had held for thousands of years, sighed, and was about to put this thing away when the phone in the bedroom rang.

He casually put the bottle on another cabinet in the museum and went back to answer the phone.

It was Nujiao's:

"Huh? Preparing for the second trial…"

"Okay."

"When the time comes…"

Zhang Hao hurriedly walked back. He had accidentally dropped his disciple token when he was preparing materials for Wei Yuan. After returning, he found that the token had indeed fallen. He had to return to the mountain to transfer his position, and this thing was indispensable.

He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to call out to Wei Yuan and then explain his departure.

Then he saw that the thing he had just seen was placed in a jade bottle, covered with red talismans.

There was also a piece of paper pressed below.

The thing that Curator Wei sealed?

Should I take a look?

Zhang Hao couldn't help but raise his eyes and take a look, and then he was stunned.

"The obsession of a demon."

"Originally a person sacrificed alive, later rescued by the water god Tianwu, the obsession did not dissipate, lasting for thousands of years."

"It is the tribulation of Xu Xian of the White Snake, the cause of the flooding of Jinshan Temple."

"Beginning with delusion, ending with life and death."

"I saw the death of Tianwu in Jiangnan, and subdued it together with the water god Gonggong. The person has left, the obsession remains, unwilling for it to harm the world, so it is permanently suppressed here."

Signed, Wei Yuan.

ps: Today's second update……… Thank you for the reward from the kid with the mask, thank you.

Three thousand six hundred words.