Chapter 113 The Taiping Taoist Priest

Lin Li and her grandfather walked out of the quiet room. She still had some doubts and incomprehension in her heart. She didn't understand why Curator Wei agreed, and she didn't understand why the latter's attitude was different from what Zhou Yi said, but she didn't dwell on this matter too much.

Everyone has secrets, and there is no need to get to the bottom of everything.

She was taken aback by her grandfather's previous statement that the strongest person in the Taiping Dao was Zhang Jiao, the Great Virtuous Teacher.

But after regaining her senses and thinking carefully, she knew that it was impossible.

How could a modern person have seen that legendary ancient true cultivator? You must know that what separates them is not mountains and seas, nor a distance of one or two hundred miles.

What separates them is two thousand years of time.

It's probably related to some hermit senior who cultivated the Taiping Dao.

Lin Li thought aimlessly, and then was dismissed by her grandfather.

The old man shook his head and smiled, "We're leaving tomorrow. Why don't you go and have a good gathering with your friends in the capital? What are you doing with me, an old man? This time I return to the mountain, it will probably be another half a year before I come down. Don't cry when you're on the mountain."

"No way."

Lin Li stuck out her tongue, bowed, and left with light steps.

She was going to tell her friend Zhou Yi that the museum curator had agreed, which could also be regarded as showing off.

The old man watched his granddaughter leave with a smile and slowly retracted his gaze.

He returned to his secret room.

Then he suddenly took a long breath and released his hand as if electrocuted.

As soon as he let go, the nine-section staff fell with a clang, but it did not lie flat as before.

Instead, it floated in the air, constantly trembling.

The old man slowly lowered his head and saw that his palm had already been burned red and was trembling slightly from the pain. Traces of secret texts were even left behind due to the high temperature. He touched the traces on his palm, slowly exhaled, looked at the nine-section staff, and his eyes were filled with shock and horror—

Although it was still very weak, the spirituality of the nine-section staff that had disappeared due to the break had been awakened.

In the next moment, he understood what this represented, and his breathing stagnated imperceptibly.

Just like the value of the male and female dragon and tiger swords to the Zhengyi Dao, what is now flourishing in the world is the Zhengyi Dao and the Quanzhen Sect. Among them, Zhengyi is also listed in the Three Caverns and Four Auxiliaries, and the revival of the Taiping Nine-Section Staff represents the revival of the Taiping lineage among the Three Caverns and Four Auxiliaries of the fundamental Taoist scriptures of Shenzhou.

Since the Song Dynasty, it has been a thousand years.

The old man couldn't believe it and murmured to himself:

"Taiping Dao... Dao Lord...?"

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Wei Yuan hadn't eaten anything for three days and three nights.

That cup of tea finally awakened his whole body, and the feeling of hunger also rushed up.

After he came out, he ate enough for five people. The fragrant Youpo noodles, twice-cooked pork, and the Dapanji mixed noodles that were born in restaurants next to long-distance highways were served one after another. He ate heartily and finally stuffed a boiled egg into his mouth. He was satisfied and felt that his whole person had come alive.

However, when he saw a child next to him leaving half a plate of rice,

He always felt a little itchy and wanted to press the kid's head down directly, not doing anything else, just watching him finish the meal.

Wei Yuan held his right wrist with his left hand and restrained this impulse with his greatest willpower.

He ate too cleanly, so the waiter was a little surprised when cleaning up and smiled, "Guest, you have a good appetite."

Wei Yuan looked at the plate, was silent for a while, and replied with a smile, "We must cherish food."

"Today’s life is hard-won..."

The waiter echoed a few times, but obviously didn't pay too much attention to this sentence. Born in the most peaceful country in the world, many people don't have enough awareness of how precious and rare it is to be able to eat enough, eat well, and have a normal life.

Wei Yuan took out his mobile phone when paying the bill, and was taken aback after turning it on.

A series of missed calls.

Moreover, looking at the monkey head portrait of the contact on the caller ID, there was no need to consider who this call came from. Wei Yuan's forehead twitched. He counted and found that Wuzhiqi had made a full forty calls in the eight days or so since he turned off his phone.

That is to say, he had stood this monkey up for almost a week.

Wei Yuan felt a chill down his back, paid the bill in a hurry, and before he had even returned to his place, his phone vibrated. He glanced at it and saw the monkey selfie on the caller ID. Wei Yuan's expression froze, and a look of contemplation appeared on his face.

Then, after the ringtone had been going on for ten seconds, he sighed, closed the door with a wooden face, and pressed the answer button.

A curious voice came from the other side after a long time, "Hello?"

Wei Yuan: "…………"

He opened his mouth and said, "I'm Yuan."

There was a silence of more than ten seconds. The atmosphere was as oppressive as the sea before a storm. Then, an angry roar came from Wuzhiqi on the other end of the phone:

"Good, you little brat!!!!"

"You actually dare to answer?!"

At the bottom of the Huai River, Wuzhiqi stood up in anger.

After learning about this thing called a phone call, he wanted to try it out properly for the first time, but the only person he could try it with was the guy who threw pottery pots at him in ancient times.

After hesitating for a day between trying it out of curiosity and feeling unwilling, Wuzhiqi felt that he, a great monkey, was magnanimous and would give the kid a call.

Then he was stood up for seven days.

An unnamed fire rose fiercely at this time.

Wei Yuan thought that his crime had been exposed, but after hearing the information hidden under Wuzhiqi's roar of anger, he was slightly relieved. After waiting for him to not be so angry, he comforted him for a while and finally said, "Water Lord, I have encountered some things during this period, so I couldn't reply. It wasn't intentional."

"Wait about five more days, and I should be back in Quanshi. At that time, I will go to the Huai River from the water veins and bring some good wine and meat to apologize to you properly, how about that?"

Only then did Wuzhiqi's anger ease slightly, and he said:

"Since that's the case, then, this matter will be put aside for now..."

Wei Yuan's expression was calm and composed, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

Calm and unhurried.

People grow up.

Having experienced the Yellow Turban Rebellion, found his past true spirit, witnessed, fought, and lost, all of these will make people grow. He is no longer Wei Yuan from eight days ago, but a truly stronger self, who will no longer be affected by simple things and lose his composure...

In Wei Yuan's ear, Wuzhiqi's voice sounded faintly, saying:

"Then, the second thing."

"Parents, formerly known as the head of the family."

"Generally refers to parents or other guardians or elders of children. Does this sentence sound familiar to you?"

Wei Yuan: "…………"

The young museum curator in simple black clothes with a sword box on his back was expressionless.

After a few moments of silence, he held the phone away from himself with one hand and said loudly:

"Huh? What?"

"What are you saying? I can't hear you clearly here."

"Hello, hello, the signal is not good. Oh dear, you are at the bottom of the Huai River now. The water is too deep, and the signal is not good... I can't hear anything. Let's talk about it when I go back later."

His voice deliberately paused. A certain true inheritor of the Taiping Dao pinched his throat with one hand and said:

"Hello, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later."

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is busy, please please try again later."

Wuzhiqi: "??!"

Wei Yuan raised his hand and simply, neatly, and decisively hung up the phone, then turned it off at the speed of light.

At the bottom of the Huai River, Wuzhiqi looked at the phone that had been hung up, bewildered, then furious.

Just as he was about to call back, the phone suddenly displayed a prompt tone and turned off directly. Wuzhiqi was stunned for a moment, flipped through the phone, and frowned. Gods don't need to sleep, so Wuzhiqi had been keeping the phone on and connected to the internet for ten days after getting it.

Now, even the several power banks were completely out of power.

Having experienced the modern internet, Wuzhiqi found that he couldn't stand days without electricity and internet anymore.

He thought for a while, reluctantly stretched out a finger, held his breath, and tried his best to restrain his power. Finally, a dark black thunder burst out from his finger. It was the water thunder form of Yin Five Thunders, which was sought after by the Taoist sect in this world. Wuzhiqi carefully brought his finger over.

The charging light came on.

A smile appeared on Wuzhiqi's face.

Then,

Crack, crack—

Along with bursts of harsh sounds, the phone lit up for a moment, and then directly emitted smoke.

The smile on Wuzhiqi's face slowly solidified. He widened his eyes, first touching the phone with his finger, but there was no response. Then he patted the phone with his palm, as if hoping that the phone would come back to life, but accidentally used a little too much force. The phone, which condensed the technology of the Special Operations Group, directly shattered into a handful of dregs in his hand.

Wuzhiqi: "…………"

He remembered what Wei Yuan said, that he would come again in about five days, and looked around.

Bewildered.

The wine had been drunk, the phone was broken, and there was no internet.

Wuzhiqi, who had survived for five thousand years, suddenly felt that five days was unexpectedly long and unbearable.

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Wei Yuan met Lin Li in the afternoon of this day.

Then he learned about their plan to deal with the Taiping Dao, which was very likely to attack.

They planned to divide their forces into two groups, one in the open and one in the dark, one real and one fake, to lure the Taiping Taoists into a trap and hold them back to avoid unexpected troubles. They had originally prepared everything, but this time, the old gentleman of the Lin family was silent for a while and took the initiative to ask Wei Yuan, saying:

"I wonder if Wei..."

He originally wanted to call him Little Friend Wei, but when he thought of the nine-section staff that had recovered its true spirit today,

Even if he didn't know whether this matter was really because of the person in front of him, he subconsciously changed his address and said:

"Does Curator Wei have any ideas?"

The three people next to Lin Li turned their heads in surprise. Wei Yuan was also slightly stunned. Then, seeing that the old man was really asking for his opinion, not just being polite, he was silent for a while, stretched out his finger, and pointed to a place on the map, saying, "The place for the joint battle, it's better to choose it here..."

Everyone followed his finger and looked over, all surprised:

"Guangzong City?"

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