Chapter 275 All things have spirit

After ending his chat with Nüjiao, Wei Yuan discovered that she had directly sent him a packaged folder. Upon opening it, he found the specific steps for the first method Nüjiao had proposed, detailing how to connect the seal to the mountain's spiritual veins when the mountain was already receiving sacrifices.

Every step was described in great detail.

Clearly, Nüjiao hadn't immediately answered his question because she was preparing these materials.

Wei Yuan browsed through the contents of the folder, memorizing the general steps.

He didn't aim for photographic memory, but at least wanted to leave an impression in his mind, so he could act accordingly when encountering a suitable target, without being caught off guard.

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Around noon, the old Daoist responsible for Quanshi affairs delivered the promised jade talisman.

Wei Yuan was somewhat surprised by the efficiency. He accepted the jade talisman and thanked him, saying,

"Thank you, Daoist."

"No trouble, no trouble."

The old Daoist's gaze swept over the items in the museum, a hint of apprehension in his eyes. Previously, he had considered everything fake, but now, nothing seemed fake to him. Glancing at each item, especially the jade pendant with a strong Warring States style, the old Daoist felt his left eyelid twitching. He calmly retracted his gaze, stroked his beard, and said with a smile,

"Heh... I was just passing by, just passing by. I happened to have some business here, so I brought the item to Museum Head Wei. It didn't take much effort anyway."

"Just passing by."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the old Daoist went outside, got into his car, and sighed in relief. He then said to the action team member driving,

"Let's go."

The young man started the car and drove out of the old street. He wanted to say something but hesitated. Halfway there, he couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Master Ancestor, aren't we going to the West District today? This is the East District. Why did we make a special detour here?"

The old Daoist sighed and said, "Even if he lived in the suburbs, it would still be a detour."

"Right, stop up ahead."

He opened the car door and entered an ordinary shop, buying some items.

The old Daoist glanced at the young man's favorite soda and took a bottle of green tea, muttering to himself.

Since he had already said he was passing by, he had to play the part completely.

That was an old monster.

He got back into the car. The young Daoist had more or less guessed the reason for his Master Ancestor's actions today, and whispered,

"Master Ancestor, is that museum head also an old senior who has maintained his youthful appearance?"

The old Daoist glanced at him and chuckled, "This old Daoist didn't say that."

The young Daoist now understood. After thinking for a moment, he hesitated and said, "Then should this disciple contact this old senior later?"

"Offer him the corresponding treatment according to the standards of those reclusive old seniors."

The old Daoist pondered for a moment, then shook his head and sighed, "Forget it. Since he has chosen to rely on himself, he must have his own reasons."

"Let's not add unnecessary things. Besides, how could someone like him care about worldly things?"

The young Daoist nodded, realizing his mistake. How could an old senior who could maintain his youthful appearance and play in the mortal world care about mundane things like money, reimbursements, and benefits? If he were to bother him with these things, he might displease him and make him angry. He became even more cautious and silently reminded himself not to make such mistakes in the future.

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Inside the museum.

Wei Yuan arranged the jade talisman materials on the table. He used talismans to seal the room, preventing spiritual entities from spying and the dissipation of power and spirituality. Then, he recalled the decree given to him by Wu Zhiqi, rehearsing it several times in his mind before carefully starting to write.

He changed the part of the original decree that represented water flow into mountains and wind.

The rest was a complete imitation of Wu Zhiqi.

This process was difficult. Even though he was careful enough, he still wasted several jade talisman materials.

The decrees drawn by Wu Zhiqi could be said to be manifestations of heaven and earth, somewhat similar to the earliest talisman scripts of Daoism. Their effectiveness was sufficient. Wei Yuan moved his palm slightly, lifted the brush tip in his hand, and carefully placed the last stroke. The entire talisman script lit up with flowing light. At the instant this trace of spirituality formed and before it dissipated, his palm revealed the seal, which he gently pressed down.

The originally scattered decrees converged into a whole at that instant.

The entire jade talisman emitted a warm aura.

It was very similar to the talisman Wei Yuan had obtained from Wu Zhiqi before, but there were also differences. One was that the level of power was far from comparable to what Wu Zhiqi had lent him. The other was that the aura of this decree had transformed from aquatic to as thick as a mountain and as unrestrained as the wind.

It was a decree representing the divinity of mountain and wind.

When the seal was pressed down, an invisible wave spread out, lofty and majestic.

The water ghost, black cat-like creatures, soldier souls, and even the Shang Dynasty bronze jue cup all experienced a momentary stagnation of thought, subconsciously looking towards the closed door. In that instant, they felt the presence of some inhuman, lofty being, as high as a mountain, as far as the wind. As if in that instant, behind the narrow door was no longer a bedroom, but wild mountains and rivers, with the wind howling down.

"Done."

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, putting away the successful decree.

Then, he looked with heartache at the jade stones that had been wasted due to failure.

This mountain god decree allowed him to briefly display magical powers similar to those of a mountain god. In particular, his control over the wind would rise to another level. Correspondingly, Wei Yuan could feel a trace of power being drawn from the seal in his hand. From a physical sensation, it seemed to have become lighter.

As expected, it was a consumable item. It seemed that if he wanted to use the seal for a long time, he had to find spiritual veins.

Wei Yuan was thoughtful.

In fact, he had considered going to find the mountain on which the Mountain Lord had originally become a god, continuing to fleece the tiger and search every last bit of his family fortune. However, from the transition from Earth Deity to Heavenly God, the spiritual veins of that mountain had probably been drained, making it of little value. Another idea was to find the modern Taiping Dao Daoist.

The Daoist from before seemed to have escaped from the hands of two True Cultivators.

The Taiping Dao was originally one of the Three Caves and Four Auxiliaries, Seven Jade Books, and did not decline until the Song Dynasty.

Before that, it must have had its own sect.

If he wanted to connect the seal to the spiritual veins of that mountain, it was likely that he would not encounter any resistance at all. Wei Yuan even suspected that when the Mountain God of that mountain was first worshiped, it would have its own name, and he might not even need to use the methods proposed by Nüjiao to easily complete the connection.

However, this was just a guess.

Wei Yuan suppressed the thoughts in his mind, took out his phone, and looked at the time. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Calculating the time, Wu Zhiqi should be replying to him soon.

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth curled up slightly.

Young monkey, you simply don't know the terror of modern human games.

Tsk, still too young…

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Bottom of the Huai River.

Wu Zhiqi was focused on the game.

He hadn't expected that he would be so interested in this non-fighting game, but this game made him addicted again after a long time. It made him recall what he was like when he was the Water Lord of the Huai River God System, and even felt that if he had played this game back then, his Huai River God System would definitely be bigger and stronger.

At least he could beat that old turtle He Bo to the ground.

He was still brooding over the matter of the Yellow River seizing the Huai River and flowing into the sea.

He glanced at the time.

Hmm, it's only a little past four forty.

He started playing at four o'clock, and he had only played for a mere forty minutes. That kid Wei Yuan, still saying to be careful, careful of what? A mere human, trying to measure the foundation of a god with human knowledge, is simply foolish…

The ancient god was disdainful.

He retracted his gaze and, almost without thinking, his fingers opened the next round.

Hmm, next, continue to build wonders…

With a soft sound, the entire computer screen went black, reflecting Wu Zhiqi's face, reflecting those excited golden pupils, reflecting the expression in those eyes quickly changing from excitement to sluggishness, and then the expression on Wu Zhiqi's face slowly solidified.

He blinked and poked the computer. The computer was hot, but there was no response.

Then he reached out and gently patted the computer at a forty-five-degree angle.

…Out of power?

Eighty-seven percent battery!

I've only been playing for less than an hour, less than an hour!

Wei Yuan!!!!!!

Wu Zhiqi raised his head and roared angrily.

The Huai River suddenly shook violently, and a wave directly hit Turtle Mountain, splashing white waves.

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At four forty-three, Wei Yuan's phone started ringing.

Wei Yuan leisurely drank a cup of soda, making the monkey wait for a while, before lying on the bed and closing his eyes to enter a dream. As expected, not long after, accompanied by a violent trembling and shaking of the dream, Wu Zhiqi's body appeared in the dream, his whole body entangled with chains, his golden eyes staring fiercely at Wei Yuan.

Wu Zhiqi opened his mouth, revealing his fangs, and glared at Wei Yuan with his golden eyes, roaring,

"Wei Yuan, give me an explanation!"

"Why did it run out of power after less than an hour?!"

Wei Yuan calmly drank his tea, then slowly said,

"An hour."

"It's been twenty-five hours, Water Lord."

Wu Zhiqi's expression froze.

After a long time, he said, "A day has passed?"

Wei Yuan smiled noncommittally,

"Yes, Water Lord, aren't human games quite interesting?"

Wu Zhiqi was silent, then his expression became solemn, and he slowly said,

"You know, Wei Yuan, my lifespan is very long. The longer I live, the more insensitive I become to the passage of time. For a human child, each year may be one-fifth of the length of their entire memory, so each year, each day seems extremely long."

"But for the elderly, the same amount of time is only a fraction of their life, so the older you humans get, the faster you feel time passes by. This is because the proportion of each year in self-awareness and memory becomes smaller and smaller."

"This is already the case for ordinary mortals, let alone me. Over thousands of years, a year has become so insignificant to me that it is difficult to leave any feeling behind, let alone a mere day? This may be the price of longevity."

Wu Zhiqi's expression was distant, with the demeanor of a god.

Like an elder who has truly experienced long years.

Wei Yuan nodded, "I see."

But actually, you just want to cover up the fact that you were playing and forgot the time, right?

He didn't expose this point, because he was worried that if he did, Wu Zhiqi might become angry out of embarrassment and directly punch him out of the dream. He still had to consider the self-esteem of a Heavenly God, so Wei Yuan rationally glossed over this point and recommended the Stellaris series and Souls series of games to Wu Zhiqi.

While Wu Zhiqi was looking through the recommendation list,

Wei Yuan sat cross-legged on the ground, silently divining, recalling the scene he had seen in An Xuyang's memory, and then instinctively, six numbers appeared in his mind. He used the method of Six Lines Divination, forming a Bagua from these six numbers, and then interpreting the Bagua.

The direction indicator he obtained was that it was beneficial to be in the west.

This meant that the old man was now to Wei Yuan's west.

He was thoughtful, his eyes slightly closed. Because this was his dream, images directly appeared before his eyes, showing an elementary school, with the old man sitting under the shade of a big tree, surrounded by people coming and going, but no one seemed to notice him.

There were books, antiques, and the bronze plate on the stall.

This time, Wei Yuan saw more.

Thin strands of white silk emanated from the old man's body, connected to one of the geisha dolls, releasing an aura that was faint but relatively lofty. Wei Yuan was familiar with this aura, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Sakurajima divinity…"

Wu Zhiqi said, "Sakurajima? Where is that?"

Wei Yuan replied, "Just a small place."

Wu Zhiqi didn't care and casually said, "Oh, are you familiar with the divinity of this place?"

Wei Yuan lowered his head, looking at the images displayed by the divination, and scenes of bloody memories flashed before his eyes, cold Qin swords, a red cloth tied in his hair, and iron eagles flying on the swords, the huge trees falling with wails. He explained, "Not very familiar."

"Just had a little bit of a grudge before."

"I don't know if they still remember me."

ps: Today's first update……… three thousand eight hundred words, a little late~

My schedule is starting to collapse again, smashing the table!