Chapter 250 A Dream

The once cold and stern Daoist transformed into a tiger of vibrant colors in the blink of an eye. Its light yellow pupils were icy and merciless. With a lift of its hand, it attacked the monk. In one eye, Wei Yuan saw the Daoist's palm, but in the other, he saw a tiger's claw, piercing the monk's heart.

With another flick of its sleeve, a fierce wind arose, scattering the old monk's soul and piercing his heart.

Then, the cold Daoist turned his head.

The true form Wei Yuan saw was that of a tiger raising its head and pressing its claws, its murderous aura soaring.

Afterward, he vaguely saw what had happened before. Wei Yuan saw in a daze the tiger arriving at the Daoist temple, climbing up the mountain from its foot, eating people as it went. The first to be eaten was the true young Daoist, followed by another Daoist who seemed somewhat slick.

The tiger climbed higher and higher, eating more and more people.

The meaning of this scene was that the first person harmed by the tiger was the young Daoist, after which it hid in the mountains, constantly harming people and taking the opportunity to cultivate. Wei Yuan recognized this imposing tiger as the Mountain Lord who had previously escaped by feigning as a Jin Yu bird.

"As expected… the special operations team didn't kill the Mountain Lord at all in the Crimson Glow Temple."

Wei Yuan opened his eyes. The divination was over.

With a little thought, he could determine that the Mountain Lord had likely used the golden cicada shedding its shell trick again, even to the point of cutting off his physical body, divine position, and even part of his soul. According to cultivation terms, this was gradually abandoning all external things as false, leaving only a point of true spirit between his brows as real.

Discarding the false to retain the true.

This was the Great Dao of cultivating the primordial spirit.

Not only fierce and ferocious, but also as cunning as a fox.

Wei Yuan pondered and closed his eyes again, using the Six Lines Numerology method to calculate once more.

Calming his mind and spirit, he focused his true spirit solely on the Mountain Lord's current location. Then, he used the six numbers he had previously thought of in his mind to form a hexagram. But this time, Wei Yuan was unable to divine anything. All he saw was a blank and茫然, an endless river and undulating mountains.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

He had failed.

Just now, he might have been detected by the Mountain Lord. It was impossible for the Mountain Lord to detect the power of Wu Zhiqi; he had likely realized that his means of concealment had failed, and then deduced that he was being divined, and directly 'hid' himself.

Wu Zhiqi was beside Wei Yuan, so he didn't have to worry about being countered, but Wu Zhiqi's aura could only prevent Wei Yuan from being disturbed, and could not make his divination ability stronger than the Mountain Lord, who was originally a great demon from the Qin and Han dynasties and had been granted a local divine position.

Wei Yuan couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

Not only cunning as a fox, but also cautious as a mouse.

Holding a heart as if treading on thin ice, acting with the ferocity of a tiger, his pursuit of the Dao was both deep and firm, and his methods were ruthless and merciless.

These ancient great demons really couldn't be underestimated at all.

Wei Yuan rubbed his brow. He had indeed discovered the Mountain Lord himself, and because of this, he had been detected by the Mountain Lord. However, with the Mountain Lord's caution, he might not act rashly again for a period of time, choosing to hide in the mountains and strive for a period of stability.

Wei Yuan wanted to get up immediately and pass the news on, but then he thought that the scenes seen by his true spirit needed to be recorded on special jade slips, and then go through other procedures, which were complicated and troublesome, requiring at least two days or so, which was too much of a waste of time.

He pondered for a long time, looking at Wu Zhiqi who was having a great time in the dream, and was thoughtful.

He said, "Water Lord, you play first, I'll go out for a while."

Wu Zhiqi waved his hand to signal Wei Yuan to go on his own, his eyes still fixed on the game screen. He controlled his strength so that he could perfectly enjoy the pleasure of the game. After finishing a game, he took a satisfied sip of wine and then reacted.

Go out?

This is your dream, where are you going?

By the time he looked up, Wei Yuan was already gone, but since the dream was still there and the game was still on, he didn't think much about it and happily lowered his head, pressed a button, and started the next game.

……………………

Wei Yuan, wearing the feathers of the Guanguan, jumped out of his dream.

The night of Quanshi fell into slumber.

The steel city was hidden in the darkness, like a dark jungle, and on top of this jungle built by modern people hung dream after dream, like mottled sunlight falling down. Shadows were the traces of sunlight falling on the earth, and dreams were the fruits left behind by life passing through people's hearts.

Even if they themselves had not noticed.

One dream after another decorated the silent city in the darkness, and the museum curator in a black Chinese buttoned jacket gently landed, and then quickly fell in this dream city. He raised his hand, and suddenly a black umbrella appeared in his hand.

The black umbrella opened, and Wei Yuan's body violated the laws of reality, and was blown up and swayed.

Like a dandelion passing through the jungle.

He passed through the mottled, broken dreams, raised his hand and pressed his hair, preventing it from being blown too messy by the wind.

After floating for a long time, Wei Yuan's feet finally landed on the ground. He shook his hand, and the umbrella in his hand was retracted. Wei Yuan looked at his hand and praised, "As expected, it's a dream, you can turn anything you want into reality."

"It would be great if it could be like this in reality."

A candy appeared in his hand, and he put it in his mouth.

Wei Yuan identified the direction and jumped in one dream after another, quickly heading to his destination.

He was looking for the dream of Zhang Hao from the special operations team.

He actually thought it was very simple. Instead of finding jade to record it himself, and then telling Zhang Hao and the others, it would be better to let Zhang Hao see the Mountain Lord in a dream, which was simple and quick. Whether it was the true spirit or the aura, the ins and outs would be clearly explained.

Wei Yuan wore Guanguan's feathers, which allowed him to maintain his sanity in his dreams.

And this thing had been rarely seen in the human world since the Mountain and Sea Strange Beasts were driven out by Yu.

He hadn't even thought that Guanguan's feathers could be used like this.

If this thing could be popularized, maybe…

Wei Yuan's thoughts condensed slightly, and then the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

Well,

Perhaps there would be a bunch of Guanguan with their skin plucked bald, holding banners and angrily accusing the action team of exploiting the Mountain and Sea Strange Beasts?

At this time, he felt a familiar aura and restrained his emotions.

Stopping his steps, in front of him was the place where the special operations team members lived. Of course, it was called a certain company's family compound to the outside world, which was quite down-to-earth.

Wei Yuan directly found Zhang Hao's dream and then walked in. Although he didn't have Wu Zhiqi's help this time, his own cultivation had risen, and it was easy to do this.

Zhang Hao lived alone. The special operations team uniform was hung neatly, and the room was clean.

In the dream, Zhang Hao stood on a garden path, walking forward. He saw Shen Jifeng walking quickly towards him, and his heart beat faster. The girl was still wearing the researcher's standard white coat, with a simple and clean white ponytail, and her glasses could hardly hide her bright eyes.

Zhang Hao mustered up the courage to speak.

But Shen Jifeng just lowered her head, pretending not to notice him, and quickly left.

Zhang Hao opened his mouth, and the hand he raised fell down.

He didn't remember how many times the girl had ignored him. He was worried that this junior sister who often cooperated with him had already found someone she liked, and then he thought that must be the case, so she deliberately didn't want to pay attention to me.

Every time he chatted with her, she was absent-minded and careless.

Zhang Hao felt down and entangled, and the dream became dim, and even didn't know where the petals were floating, and the artistic conception was bleak.

"…………"

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched. He didn't expect that the usually capable Zhang Hao would be a little sentimental.

He restrained his distracting thoughts, and a little spirituality was bred in his fingers, and he put the Mountain Lord's picture in it. Zhang Hao was walking aimlessly, and suddenly found that the road in front of him had undergone a huge change. He stopped, and had already appeared in a house.

Because it was a dream, Zhang Hao didn't have any suspicion and didn't feel anything wrong.

He saw two monks, one old and one young, and a Daoist in front of him.

Just as he was about to say hello, he suddenly saw that the Daoist actually made a sudden move, and his right hand directly turned into a sharp claw, killing the young monk. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, the old monk coughed blood and fell to the ground. Zhang Hao's expression froze, and then he instinctively stepped forward, and a sword appeared in his hand at some point, and a gun in his left hand.

He emptied the bullets in the gun in one breath, but the young Daoist was unscathed.

When he looked up again, the Daoist had directly appeared in front of him.

His eyes were cold.

Zhang Hao suddenly raised his hand and drew his sword.

The Daoist's palm pressed down, and the sword edge shattered inch by inch. Fragments of the sword flew up, and Zhang Hao's eyes widened. He clearly saw the true face of the Daoist, saw his light yellow pupils, and then, the young Daoist directly turned into a tiger of vibrant colors. In a roar that shook the sky and the earth, he pounced on him, and the murderous aura hit his face.

Zhang Hao's pupils shrank.

Then, the world suddenly froze.

The world was shrouded in a dim yellow color, like amber. The cold phantom of the young Daoist, the real and terrifying tiger, the dead and fallen monks, the flowing blood, and the flying fragments of the sword, everything was real, but everything stopped moving, like a silent film.

Only the feeling of Zhang Hao's heart beating wildly made the feeling of fear emerge.

Step, step, step

Suddenly, footsteps sounded one after another.

Zhang Hao turned his head subconsciously and saw the museum curator in black clothes with red cloud patterns on the hem, and saw him walking closer and closer in the dim yellow and frozen world with a black umbrella in his hand.

Zhang Hao was stunned: "Curator Wei? Why are you here?"

Wei Yuan said, "I have something to do."

He pointed to the tiger in front of him and asked, "Zhang Hao, do you know who he is?"

Zhang Hao still had lingering fears and replied: "It's the Mountain Lord."

"I once felt a similar aura on his statue, but it wasn't that strong."

Wei Yuan nodded and said: "That's him."

"The Mountain Lord is not dead yet, and is still hiding in Jiangnan Dao. He was acting in the appearance of that young man before."

"Do you remember?"

Zhang Hao nodded, and Wei Yuan's voice said: "Please tell the action team."

His voice paused slightly, and he smiled apologetically:

"Sorry to give you a nightmare."

Zhang Hao was still puzzled.

Wei Yuan smiled without answering, and tapped the ground in front of him with the umbrella in his hand.

The feathers of the strange bird and the understanding of Daoism in his previous life were used at this moment.

Then, Zhang Hao's dream shattered completely. All the colors and patterns fell like broken glass, leaving pure darkness. Wei Yuan also took the opportunity to walk out of Zhang Hao's dream. Zhang Hao on the bed was still sleeping, but he would wake up naturally soon.

Wei Yuan originally planned to leave, but then he thought, what if Zhang Hao thought this was just a dream?

Seeing white paper and the mud paste used by the action team on the table, Wei Yuan was thoughtful.

After leaving a trace, he left.

After going out, he originally planned to go back and see how Wu Zhiqi was doing, but he happened to see Shen Jifeng's dream not far away. Her mobile phone and Wu Zhiqi's two mobile phones were provided by this girl. He had also experienced some adventures with Wei Yuan in the ghost realm before.

At this moment, this dream seemed to be the scene where he met Zhang Hao on the road. Wei Yuan was a little curious. After thinking about it, he conjured up an ancient coin and divined it once with a money hexagram, confirming that he would not encounter any impolite things when he entered the dream, and then he entered to see.

In the dream, Shen Jifeng was walking on the road.

She completely ignored who the humanoid creature walking in front of her was.

Ignored what the humanoid creature was going to do when he raised his hand.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, and she was lost in thought——

"Um…"

"Should today's experiment use the first dose group, or should I try halving it first?"

"Let's halve it, and then do another group."

The girl left quickly.

Leaving Zhang Hao dejected.

Wei Yuan: "…………"

……………………

Zhang Hao suddenly opened his eyes.

He seemed to have had a nightmare, dreaming that the Mountain Lord tiger was killing people, and he was almost killed.

He also dreamed of Curator Wei.

This dream was too real. Zhang Hao sat on the bed for a while, and the feeling of lingering fear slowly subsided. But for some reason, he knew exactly what the Mountain Lord and the young Daoist looked like in the dream, and even clearly knew that this was the Mountain Lord, and knew that he had to report it.

But, this is just a dream, right…

It's just nonsense, what you think about during the day is what you dream about at night.

But he hadn't thought about the Mountain Lord recently.

Because this dream was too real and too terrible, Zhang Hao felt a little dry and thirsty. He got up to pour water, turned on the light, picked up the water glass, and his eyes shifted, and then he saw a piece of paper on the table, and was stunned.

He remembered that he should have cleaned the table before going to bed.

So he subconsciously raised his eyes to look, and then his eyes condensed slightly. He saw that the paper was faintly dim yellow, as if it had experienced a long time, and saw that the red mud paste on the paper had turned into two ancient seal characters, the characters "Wei Yuan", clear and real.

ps: Today's second update, three thousand nine hundred words, and I also ask everyone for a monthly ticket~

Then I don't know why, I suddenly wanted to give the Mountain Lord a character card——

Running away with a bucket of paint True Lord.jpg, do you want to add it… Covering your face