Chapter 44 Talisman

Taiping Dao, the strongest...

Lin Li and the others, along with the cultivators of Taiping Dao, were stunned. Almost simultaneously, the same possibility occurred to them. Their thoughts naturally aligned—in this era, the one who had cultivated the Taiping mystic arts to the highest level was undoubtedly the person behind these heretical cultivators.

The Taiping Daoist almost subconsciously asked, "Have you ever seen our Dao Lord with your own eyes?!"

Lin Li and He Yangwen instantly raised their vigilance to the highest level.

But the museum curator shook his head and said:

"Dao Lord? He's not worthy."

The expression on Lin Li's face slightly froze.

As if falling into silence.

But in her heart, layers of waves were already rising, savoring the museum curator's natural certainty, almost taken for granted in his answer.

He's not worthy...

It was a tone that needed no doubt.

As calm and certain as saying that the stars could never compare to the great sun.

Who exactly is he... Lin Li muttered silently, while the Taiping Dao cultivator, after being stunned for a moment, was filled with rage, as if wanting to resist, and roared:

"What did you say?"

Wei Yuan pressed down the muzzle of the gun in his hand, pulled the trigger with an unchanged expression. Generally speaking, when using firearms, he would mobilize the demon power of the Jin Yu Bird to give his eyes the precision of a hawk, but this time he didn't. At such a close distance, coupled with the strength of a cultivator, there was no need to worry about not being able to control the gun.

Even he had no possibility of missing.

The Daoist's shoulder and thigh burst with blood, he groaned in pain, and fell to the ground, his face instantly turning pale.

Soldiers transformed from fu dou (talisman beans) surrounded and attacked. Wei Yuan held the Eight-Sided Han Sword in both hands and slashed horizontally. These were not Yellow Turban Warriors at all, but the usual kind of scattered beans becoming soldiers, a Daoist spell. Facing Wei Yuan's swordsmanship, they were easily defeated.

And the two Yellow Turban Warriors, having lost their controller, the remaining spirituality began to dissipate, finally turning into smoke and disappearing, leaving only two fu dou that had lost their special properties, scattered with the wind. Wei Yuan felt a little regret, then regained his focus.

He raised his hand and slashed down with the Eight-Sided Han Sword in his hand.

A faint cyan glimmer appeared deep in his pupils.

His speed and strength were both blessed by the demon power of the Jin Yu Bird. In just over a dozen exchanges, he captured several Taiping Daoists with scattered fighting spirit, and then severed the connection with the Jin Yu Bird's demon power, quickly calming his surging internal energy with his own Daoist cultivation. Although he could borrow demon power, it had its limitations.

He couldn't use it for too long, nor could he use a level of demon power that exceeded his limit.

Otherwise, there was a certain probability of being backlashed by the demon power and undergoing demonic transformation.

Feathers would grow from between his eyebrows, and his pupils would turn cyan, like a demon.

Just as Wei Yuan was exhaling to recover, he suddenly felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and his hair stood on end.

Suddenly—

A gust of wind suddenly rose up. This sudden storm covered a very wide area, directly covering everyone around, and even further away. The sky and earth were dim. Wei Yuan's expression changed slightly, and the Eight-Sided Han Sword in his hand rang out, piercing into the ground, using this to stabilize his movements.

In his mind, a secret Taiping Dao technique emerged, flying sand and stones, ranked among the Tiangang techniques. The person who used such spells was obviously from Taiping Dao, and was a cultivator with a high level of Daoist cultivation—

Under the raging of this storm, comparable to a tornado, everyone was unable to move freely.

Each of them looked for ways to stabilize their body and avoid the storm.

A black shadow swept in from afar. It was a middle-aged Daoist, his face pale, obviously injured. But at this moment, his movements were still swift, and he arrived here in an instant.

Taking advantage of the storm's influence, he directly summoned the metal box containing Zhang Jiao's Nine-Section Staff, held it in his hand, and then, ignoring the surrounding Taiping Dao disciples, controlled the storm and rushed away into the distance.

Wei Yuan's expression was heavy. It seemed that the battlefield where the elders of both sides were fighting had given Taiping Dao an advantage at the cost of everything. He noticed that the Daoist's aura was unstable. Under the surprised gazes of the others, he drew out the Eight-Sided Han Sword. Originally buttoned, his clothes were blown open, and the hems of his clothes fluttered, and the sword case and zither case on his back faintly buzzed.

Then his pupils turned cyan, and he suddenly slashed vertically.

The storm suddenly scattered as it rushed towards Wei Yuan.

Only the hem of his clothes fluttered fiercely backward.

He leaned forward slightly, taking this opportunity to quickly approach. At this moment, a phantom suddenly appeared on the narrow road ahead. Different from the previous Yellow Turban Warriors, this phantom was wearing somewhat old and tattered armor, looking battered and exhausted.

But also with a yellow turban tied around his forehead, and in addition, a yellow turban was also tied on his arm. His expression showed hideous wounds, with many arrows stuck upside down in him, but he still stood steadily in front of Wei Yuan, his weapon waving, his eyes bloodshot, and he roared:

"Stop!!!"

With a loud shout, the tragic atmosphere of the battlefield instantly became intense, hitting him head-on.

He Yangwen's face turned pale.

His heart was beating wildly.

The Five Thunder Qi he had accumulated was scattered by this roar.

Wei Yuan had at least read a lot of books, and knew that this was probably the remaining soul, a kind of existence similar to obsession, but not a ghost.

Ghosts are obsessions that do not die, but this kind of obsession is when one has already died without regret, but the obsession at that time was strong enough, hot enough, to remain in this world, without self-will, only knowing how to complete the goal remaining in the obsession.

This is Guangzong, where the Yellow Turban Army once fought a great battle.

He just didn't expect that the Taiping Dao cultivator had such methods.

Wei Yuan saw that the Daoist who had taken a part of the Nine-Section Staff was getting further and further away. He picked up the sword in his hand, and a piece of the sleeve of a Taiping Daoist next to him was torn off. Wei Yuan tied this piece of yellow cloth on his head, and then only focused on running forward with his head buried.

??!

Lin Li and the three of them were stunned, feeling absurd in their hearts.

This is a battle soul obsession, and it has been revived by Taoism to block the way.

It's only possible if it can be fooled so easily...

Wei Yuan wore a yellow turban and directly passed the Yellow Turban general's remnant soul, which was full of baleful aura. When he ran past, the extremely tragic Yellow Turban Army suddenly waved his left hand, causing Wei Yuan's heart to jump, but the former only grabbed the yellow turban from the top of his head, without harming him.

Everyone saw Wei Yuan stepping on the Yu steps to avoid this Yellow Turban Army remnant soul, which was regarded as a backup by the Taiping Dao.

Then he stepped on the wind with his feet, holding a long sword diagonally, and rushed forward without looking back.

Lin Li, He Yangwen, and Zhao Jianbai's thoughts froze.

That works too?!

Zhao Jianbai, who was in his thirties, calm and resolute, was stunned, and then also tore a piece of yellow turban from the Taiping Daoist and tied it on his forehead, and then pinched his fingers into a Daoist seal, held his breath, and passed cautiously, but only after taking seven steps, the yellow turban war soul suddenly raised a baleful aura in his eyes.

Zhao Jianbai's expression changed, and his heart felt a chill.

Almost instinctively, he rolled backward, dodging, and at this moment, the knife had already been heavily slashed down.

As if the ancient battlefield had returned to the earth.

Just a slash, containing the baleful and resolute aura that only those who have experienced cruel battle formations can comprehend, heavily collided with Zhao Jianbai's spirit, causing his face to turn pale, and causing his palms to tremble uncontrollably due to instinct, unable to stabilize his state of mind.

If he had reacted a little slower, he might have been killed on the spot.

He didn't come back to his senses until a few breaths later, his face pale, and his heart was filled with fear, and then he also had incomprehension in his heart. Why did the museum curator succeed with the same method, but he didn't, and almost died under the war soul's knife...?

The Yellow Turban Army, who looked honest and whose battle body was tragic, stood solemnly with his hands resting on his sword.

The dignified aura seemed to have thousands of troops and horses, resolute and unparalleled, not allowing anyone to pass.

……………………

The Jin Yu Bird demon power can naturally control the wind.

Under the blessing of such wind-attribute demon power, Wei Yuan's speed continued to increase.

The middle-aged Daoist had already been injured before. Although he had successfully seized the opportunity at all costs, the Taoism of the Zhengyi Sect was not so easy to accept. It damaged his foundation. In a short while, Wei Yuan caught up with him. The Daoist's face was almost bloodless. He gritted his teeth and used scattering beans to become soldiers again.

Intending to stop Wei Yuan.

But this time, the soldiers and generals who appeared carried a gloomy aura.

Unlike the orthodox Daoist sect, it was more like it was refined from living souls, with a bit of the coldness of left-handed evil techniques.

And the Daoist's aura also dropped in an instant. His movements did not stop, he opened the metal box in his hand, took out the Nine-Section Staff, and then took out another item from a long box behind him. That was another part of the Nine-Section Staff. A hint of crimson appeared on the Daoist's pale and bloodless face.

Wei Yuan held his sword and slashed at the Yin soldiers.

These low-level Yin soldiers were not his opponents.

But even if it was only scattering beans to become soldiers cultivated in the way of the left path, it still possessed the most basic characteristics of this Daoist technique, using more to fight less. Even if the individual cultivation was not enough, there were too many. And in the time that Wei Yuan quickly approached the Daoist, the Daoist had already brought the two sections of the Nine-Section Staff closer.

Wei Yuan finally understood the Taiping Dao's plan.

They were not stupid. They had already seen through the Zhengyi Sect's plan of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. They knew that this was a trap, but they still resolutely jumped in, and acted like they would stop the Daoist elders at all costs, and forcibly swallow this bait.

Then, on the side dealing with the Daoist elders, they also seized a bit of the first opportunity at all costs.

Wei Yuan originally had doubts in his heart. Even if the Taiping Dao took all the Nine-Section Staff from the Daoist sect at all costs, the Daoist elders would arrive soon. Wouldn't this middle-aged Daoist, who had lost his trump card and was severely injured, inevitably die?

Now it seemed that this Taiping Daoist had directly brought the other part of the Nine-Section Staff.

This kind of spiritual treasure can heal itself and naturally return to its complete state.

At that time, with the complete Nine-Section Staff in hand, like a Tianshi Dao disciple holding the Male and Female Dragon Tiger Sword, like a Shenxiao Sect disciple holding the Shenxiao Jade Book, there was a great possibility of breaking through the encirclement and taking this treasure to a safe place. As for the lost fu dou and disciples, compared to the Nine-Section Staff, they were completely insignificant.

One was the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

The other was repairing the plank road in plain sight, secretly crossing the warehouse, and adding breaking the cauldrons and sinking the boats, fighting with their backs to the water.

They were all old foxes...

However, it seemed that the Zhengyi Sect still underestimated the Taiping Dao's determination to obtain the Nine-Section Staff.

But just as this thought arose in Wei Yuan's mind, the crimson color on the middle-aged Daoist's face faded. The two sections of the Nine-Section Staff in his hand could not heal at all. The Daoist looked at the Nine-Section Staff snatched from the Wei Ming Sect, his face ashen, and suddenly roared, smashing the Nine-Section Staff heavily on the ground.

The Nine-Section Staff, which had been transported all the way, suddenly shattered into powder.

Wei Yuan was slightly stunned, and then reacted.

It's fake?!

But it was still real when it was transported to Wei Ming Sect... When going down the mountain, or when getting off the high-speed train, it was replaced? The metal box was not for concealing the aura, but for preventing it from being seen as fake?

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, unable to speak.

So, those old Daoists of the Zhengyi Sect had long seen through the middle-aged Daoist's fight with his back to the water, so they simply came up with a civet cat for a prince? No... It was an empty-handed trick.

Let the Taiping Dao go all out, but grab a fake.

Wei Yuan felt that if it were him, he would have the heart to kill someone now...

He thought of those kind and polite old Daoists, and sighed in a low voice.

They were all fox demons.

However, since the other half of the Nine-Section Staff was also there, Wei Yuan did not intend to let it go. He regained his composure, waved the sword in his hand, stepped forward, and his aura condensed, smashing the Yin soldiers one by one. The middle-aged Daoist had already consumed his origin before, and forcibly used scattering beans to become soldiers. His aura was extremely sluggish, and at this moment, his eyes were lifeless.

Seeing the shattered Nine-Section Staff, he suddenly laughed wildly.

"Good, good, good..."

"Good plan!"

"I was tricked today, but at least I will take your young disciples on the road with me."

He raised his hand and suddenly took out an ancient yellow talisman.

There were crooked lines on it.

As if an extremely heavy sound of thunder was rumbling.

This was an ancient talisman.

Wei Yuan looked at the talisman and was stunned, then his pupils shrank slightly.

The previous feeling of drowsiness reappeared, and pictures flashed quickly before his eyes—

………………

"This is a thunder talisman..."

The young Daoist smiled, but his face was no longer the excitement and composure he had when he first went down the mountain. Instead, it carried a kind of composure that others, even brothers, could not understand. There were no more dimples on his cheeks, and he rarely smiled sincerely from the bottom of his heart anymore.

He couldn't laugh.

He pointed to the table.

"You draw according to me like this. Bai Qi, A Yan, you take care of these junior brothers."

Among the many disciples adopted by the young Daoist, two young men stood up.

He had many disciples, very many, far exceeding his original dream, but the reason he accepted disciples was no longer to teach the Dharma, but because if he didn't care, these people would starve to death somewhere, so he went all the way, just wanting to save people, but more and more people followed him.

Among the many disciples, there was a pale and weak child who kept coughing.

Because his body was weak, the talisman he drew was also a bit distorted. His face was flushed, and he wanted to rub the talisman, but the young Daoist stopped his movement. The child coughed and said:

"Great Virtuous Teacher, this talisman is not well drawn..."

The young Daoist rarely laughed. He said: "No, it is well drawn. Some people say that the talisman is a method of communicating with ghosts and gods, which is also correct, but how can the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth understand the words of mortals? Besides, who did the first person imitate when drawing the talisman?"

"The so-called talisman is the language of the heart. If you hold sincerity, you can become a law."

He reached out and brushed over the talisman that was obviously ineffective.

Then the distorted lines lit up.

The young Daoist reached out and rubbed the top of his head:

"There is no fixed rule in the Dao. You must remember that you keep this talisman to protect yourself..."

……………………

The picture flashed quickly, and then quickly collapsed. Wei Yuan's footsteps paused, his thoughts were in a trance, and he was almost hit and injured by a Yin soldier. It was his body's instinct to raise his hand and smash the Yin soldier with a sword that saved him from this disaster.

At this time, the middle-aged Daoist had already begun to chant the incantation.

The ancient Taiping Dao's incantation is different from the modern Tianshi Dao's talisman.

There is a matching Daoist hand seal.

Thunder burst around, and there was already a crackling sound in the air, carrying a feeling of panic in the heart. At this moment, Lin Li and others, who were quite embarrassed, rushed over, not knowing what method they used to barely pass the blockade of the Yellow Turban War Soul.

As soon as they came over, they saw the ancient talisman that was beginning to be activated, and their faces changed drastically.

They subconsciously retreated. He Yangwen of the Shenxiao Sect saw that Wei Yuan was still going forward, and subconsciously shouted:

"Come back!"

"This is not the modern Five Thunder Technique, this is the ancient talisman used in ancient battlefields!"

"It is specially designed to restrain the baleful aura of soldiers. It will cover a large area. You can't avoid it!"

Seeing that the thunder was almost turning into a ball, Wei Yuan stepped forward. He stretched out his hand, and when the middle-aged Daoist was chanting the incantation, he used a one-handed seal on the other side of the yellow talisman with incomparable skill and unfamiliarity.

The thunderous aura suddenly had a tendency to be quiet.

The middle-aged Daoist suddenly raised his head, unbelievable. After a moment of stagnation, he kept quickly making seals to detonate the magical power of the yellow talisman. Wei Yuan also made seals on his side, corresponding with the opposite Taiping Dao magic seal, one breath faster, forcibly suppressing the movement of activating the talisman.

The middle-aged Daoist was just barely supporting his vitality.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth and simply spat out blood, wanting to urge the talisman with blood.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and held the yellow talisman.

Dipping in the blood, he added two strokes.

The yellow talisman was completely quiet.

He raised his hand, and the yellow talisman slowly flew into his hand. Lin Li and the three were lost in thought, and the middle-aged Daoist retreated, looking at the young man in front of him in disbelief, looking at his black clothes fluttering slightly behind him, looking at the sword case and zither case on his back, his eyes widened.

He still wanted to do something again, but because he forcibly started the incantation with vitality, his vitality was rapidly dissipating, blood flowed from his mouth, and he whispered unwillingly and resentfully.

"Why is it ineffective..."

"Why!"

Wei Yuan put away the talisman and replied:

"This talisman..."

"I drew it."

The middle-aged Daoist's pupils shrank, seeing the lines on the yellow talisman, some twisted and some vigorous, but they were strangely harmonious, as if they were the handwriting of the same person at different times, a naive child, a powerful youth, spanning thousands of years, reconnected.

Zheng——

And in the eyes of this Daoist, which were gradually dimming and indescribable, he lost his vitality and died. The Nine-Section Staff fell out of his hand and fell to the ground, Wei Yuan closed his eyes and did not immediately contact the Nine-Section Staff in this situation. He turned his head and saw the three people behind him who were lost in thought, with a peaceful expression, and said:

"Where will this Nine-Section Staff be placed?"

The three subconsciously replied: "It will be repaired in the capital and then sent to Tianshi Mansion."

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, turned around, and put the sword in his hand back into the sword case.

"Then, at that time, I would like to see it, how about that?"

Zhao Jianbai instinctively straightened his body slightly and subconsciously replied:

"...Yes!"

The young-looking museum curator nodded, carrying the zither case and sword case on his back, as if ignoring the Taiping Dao who was kneeling behind him, ignoring the Nine-Section Staff stuck upside down in the ground. He stepped over the ground scorched by the aftermath of the thunder, walked past the three Daoists, and said softly:

"Then, thank you for your trouble."

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