Wei Yuan didn't say much, only looked with complicated eyes at the Taiping Dao cultivator who had already been turned into a drug slave. The Taiping Dao cultivators of this era had already embarked on the path of evil, but Zhang Hao said that this was true inheritance. That is to say, this should be the kind that obtained some of the true *Taiping Yaoshu* (The Essential Arts of Pacification).

　　Rather than participating in the so-called Taiping Dao cultivator who practiced that kind of quick-success, instant-benefit evil art.

　　As for the behavior of using evil arts to bewitch ordinary people, Wei Yuan didn't know whether these so-called true inheritors knew about it or profited from it. However, he tended to believe that they knew the inside story. Now, this Taiping Dao leader planned to spread evil arts to ordinary people and collect money and materials to support the cultivators who truly practiced the true inheritance.

　　So now, it was difficult for him to say whether he was more angry at them for not striving for success or more angry at their being victimized.

　　Even based on the previous actions of these Taiping Dao cultivators, it was possible that they were engaging in black-eat-black activities with that person from Sakura Island. Wei Yuan was silent for a while, then reached out and flicked his magic power to open the talisman chains binding the Daoist. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened them, the Daoist suddenly roared like a beast.

　　Then he suddenly stepped forward and began to attack randomly without any sense of reason. His aura was fierce and aggressive, and he was not afraid of death. Zhang Hao and the other both tensed up and subconsciously stood up. However, they saw that Wei Yuan did not stand up either. He just sat on the rattan chair and pressed his fingers together like a sword on the Daoist's palm, just right, forcibly suppressing the Taiping Dao technique that the latter wanted to instinctively use.

　　The Daoist still wanted to resist. Wei Yuan's sword fingers moved horizontally and tapped. The Daoist seemed to have his Taiping Dao true inheritance completely scattered. His face showed pain, and he staggered and knelt down, right next to Wei Yuan, who was sitting. As soon as he looked up, Wei Yuan had already reached out and pressed his fingers against his brow, preventing him from moving again.

　　The series of movements was understated and seamless, but it easily suppressed this Daoist with not-low cultivation.

　　Wei Yuan could see that this should be a combination of drug poison and illusion.

　　He wanted to see if he could save him from this state.

　　His own magic power was transmitted in an extremely efficient manner, trying to break this illusion.

　　That *tsukumogami* (tool spirit) from Sakura Island trapped the true spirit by influencing the subject's own memory and emotions, so Wei Yuan also saw everything that this young Daoist had experienced from the perspective of an outsider, seeing him living peacefully with his mother, wife, and children in the depths of his heart.

　　Seeing him become younger, and being taken away by a tall, handsome man with thin lips. From then on, he began to cultivate.

　　He cultivated diligently every day, all according to the most orthodox path. Every day, he had morning and evening classes, prayed to the patriarchs, and then practiced *tunafa* (exhalation) and *lianqi* (Qi refinement), practiced boxing to nourish his body. It seemed that at least in this Daoist's eyes, this period of time was peaceful and precious.

　　It was a little difficult to break this illusion that had already formed an internal predicament, so he could only break it from the inside.

　　If he broke it from the outside, it would be equivalent to smashing the Daoist's true spirit into a pile of powder.

　　After pondering for a while, Wei Yuan thought of a method.

　　Since it was an illusion that could only be broken from the inside.

　　Then he might as well communicate with his own spirituality and magic power, taking advantage of the opportunity when this young Daoist offered incense to many patriarchs during his morning class, as well as the faint connection between one of the tablets and his own true spirit, and successfully arrived at the interior of this illusion, and then began to try to break this illusion from the inside out.

　　Zhang Hao and Zhu Hongmiao were staring at Wei Yuan. They knew how棘handy the state of this drug slave was. Previously, the cultivators from the Tianshi Mansion in Quanshi who were good at this kind of magic had also tried, but none of them were sure that they could break the illusion without hurting the Daoist's true spirit. After a while, they saw Wei Yuan lightly press his finger, and without saying any incantations, the face of the Daoist, who had almost turned into a drug slave, twisted violently.

　　He suddenly opened his mouth and coughed up a large mouthful of blood, and the black aura on his face dropped, but it was still there.

　　Only his eyes regained their radiance, like someone who had just woken up from a long dream. He was shaky and his mind was still in a state of confusion. He had just been suppressed and knelt down, but now he no longer resisted. He just knelt on the ground, and when he woke up, he took the opportunity to bow to Wei Yuan, instinctively crying out, "Patriarch, Patriarch!!"

　　??!

　　Zhang Hao's expression changed slightly.

　　Wei Yuan glanced at Zhang Hao with no change in expression, and said in a calm tone, succinctly:

　　"His consciousness is still stuck in the illusion."

　　"I guess he mistook someone."

　　Zhang Hao nodded slowly and said, "I see..."

　　He looked at the Daoist who was clutching Wei Yuan's sleeve tightly, and finally couldn't help but turn his eyes to look at the antiques on the wooden cabinet, and saw among them the nine-section staff whose appearance was recorded in the *Tianxia Daotong Zhibao Qilu* (Record of Supreme Treasures of Taoist Lineages Under Heaven), and only felt his scalp go numb.

　　Wei Yuan's right hand was still gently covering the Daoist's palm, comforting his mind.

　　The Daoist, who was probably already in his thirties but looked young, was in a state of mental confusion. At this moment, he was equivalent to waking up from a long sleep, and what he said were the words he was most obsessed with in his heart. He said in a panic and hurriedly:

　　"Japanese pirates, Japanese pirates!"

　　"The Daoist leader is colluding with Japanese pirates..."

　　"Kill that Daoist leader, he is colluding with Japanese pirates, harming Shenzhou, kill him, he is not worthy to be the Daoist leader of my Taiping Department..."

　　His emotions were激荡激荡, and even caused the drug poison he had suffered to invade his blood vessels in reverse.

　　He kowtowed while coughing up blood.

　　Zhang Hao couldn't bear it. He stepped forward and pressed his hand directly on the Daoist's shoulder, using his own magic power to comfort the Daoist's激荡 blood vessels at the moment. Zhu Hongmiao quickly found detoxification pills and gave them to the Daoist to take. However, the drug poison had entered the body too deeply, and coupled with his deep obsession, it even led to the blood激荡. The drug poison almost invaded his soul, and medicine was useless.

　　Zhu Hongmiao suddenly said, "That's not right, why are detoxification pills making his injuries worse?"

　　Zhang Hao's face changed, and as soon as he probed the Daoist's breath, his face changed drastically:

　　"Damn it!"

　　He slammed his palm heavily on the table, his face ugly: "That old thing used his body to test drugs, I'm afraid it's not just once. The toxins have accumulated together, and detoxification drugs are useless at all. He is using the bodies of my Shenzhou cultivators to do drug experiments. As long as the illusion is broken, the toxins will explode, and he can't be saved at all."

　　No, there is still someone who can save him.

　　However, that person probably doesn't exist in this world.

　　The only person Wei Yuan knew who could save this level of injury was a young Daoist with a smile on his lips. He stretched out his hand, and the Daoist regained his清醒清醒 and rationality. His lips trembled, he tidied up his clothes, and then covered his left hand with his right hand and bowed again, saying, "Please, Patriarch,诛诛 kill the Daoist leader."

　　Wei Yuan looked at him and replied, "It's a pity."

　　"I am not your patriarch."

　　The Daoist's lips trembled. Zhang Hao and Zhu Hongmiao had already begun to contact the people on the Daoist side, and could only hope that he could be sent to a specialized hospital now to save him. While Zhang Hao ran out, Wei Yuan hesitated for a moment, then leaned over slightly and whispered something in the Daoist's ear.

　　The Daoist's eyes widened, and a bright color burst out from the bottom of his eyes.

　　Wei Yuan reached out, originally wanting to pat the Daoist on the shoulder, but after thinking about it, he still pressed his hand on the top of his head and said:

　　"Go, hold on and live."

　　Zhang Hao drove the car over, and Zhu Hongmiao rushed in, picked up the Daoist on his back, and hurried to the car.

　　He stepped on the accelerator, the car engine roared, and moved forward quickly. Zhu Hongmiao tried to stabilize the Daoist's aura with his own little bit of weak Daoxing, but the latter had experienced the long torture of severe poison and illusion, and still slowly lost his breath.

　　Only a trace of light remained in his eyes.

　　"I am not your patriarch."

　　The voice just now was gentle:

　　"After all..."

　　"According to seniority, you should call me Second Celestial Master."

　　……………………

　　After Zhang Hao and others left.

　　Wei Yuan stepped 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 reached out and held the nine-section staff, using it to hold the ground, set up a altar, and looked for the aura. Wei Yuan had just seen the appearance of the Daoist leader from the obsessed memory that trapped the Daoist, and knew that the latter cherished an ancient Yellow Turban talisman.

　　If he didn't estimate the time wrong, that talisman was likely to be related to him.

　　Wei Yuan held the nine-section staff, slowly meditating, relying on the magic weapon's enhanced perception of himself, and faintly felt the general direction of the existence of the talisman. He bent his fingers to plan, avoiding the possibility of hurting innocent people, and then transformed it into a thousand-mile tracking altar, and then raised his hand again, and Zhang Daoling's magic sword appeared in the air.

　　The altar should raise the talisman.

　　What talisman to raise? Not a yellow talisman or an iron talisman, but a divine order.

　　A jade talisman appeared in the void.

　　Wei Yuan bent his fingers and tapped lightly, and the newly replenished mountain god order shattered in an instant. He dipped his fingers in divine power, using divine power as cinnabar and the magic sword as a yellow talisman. Wei Yuan wrote more than a dozen talismans on Zhang Daoling's magic sword in one breath. It was not the violent wind he was good at, but the thunder that Zhang Jiao was good at.

　　Use thunder to诛诛 kill evil spirits and斬斬 kill rebels.

　　With the last stroke, Wei Yuan's fingers were焦黑焦黑, and dense thunder marks appeared on the sword, emitting a blue-purple light.

　　Let the magic sword float in the air, and arcs of thunder and lightning kept bursting out.

　　Wei Yuan exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and finally gently brushed the sword with his fingers, causing all the electric arcs and lightning to converge, and finally no longer overflowed with even a trace of streamer. It looked ordinary, but it exuded a powerful aura. Then, guided by the nine-section staff, Wei Yuan tapped the sword three times with his fingers. The first time was with the Yuanming 赤赤 Lu, the second time was with the mountain god seal, and the third time was with his own true spirit.

　　Those who offend my Shenzhou; those who betray my sect; those who collude with Japanese pirates to harm their fellow disciples.

　　He said, "Should be诛诛 killed."

　　With a wave of his hand, accompanied by a long鸣鸣 roar, Zhang Daoling's magic sword, wrapped in thunder, broke through the air in an instant.

　　The sword came out and the wind and thunder followed.

　　Wei Yuan斂斂眸眸, his face pale because of setting up the altar and performing the spell. After thinking about it, he sent a message to Zhang Ruosu.

　　"Fellow Daoist, there may be a little movement later."

　　"Thank you for your trouble."

　　ps: Today's second update... 3,000 words, it's so difficult to control my schedule, good night everyone, sleep, sleep.

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