Chapter 149 A Gift

Wei Yuan and the Eight岐大蛇 (yaqi da she, eight-headed serpent) signed a contract of alliance in the manner of ancient covenants, then burned the two copies of the contract, which were linked to the celestial constellations. As Wei Yuan was about to leave, he seemed to remember something, raised his hand and patted his forehead, turning back to say, "Almost forgot, besides that, I also want to ask you for something."

The Eight岐大蛇 was no longer as calm as it had been at the beginning, and said:

"What?"

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "The Xiang Liu clan's Classic of Mountains and Seas jade book."

The Eight岐大蛇 suddenly looked up: "?!?"

Wei Yuan casually said, "That contains a wisp of divine soul of the recorded creatures. But the Xiang Liu that was recorded has already been killed by Yu. The divine soul in the jade book has no power to restrict you. I think that thing is just a decoration for you. Why not give it to me as a little extra?"

His tone was as light as if he were at the vegetable market, asking the vendor to round down the price.

Perhaps it was the desire for the ninth head, or perhaps the jade book was of no value to the Eight岐大蛇. It was silent for a moment, then waved its sleeve, summoning a jade book with familiar characters on it, and let the jade book slowly fall beside Wei Yuan.

The Eight岐大蛇 slowly said, "I am curious, why are you so bold?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will devour you at all costs?"

Wei Yuan pretended to be calm and put away the jade book.

Then he took out his phone and waved it at the Eight岐大蛇, jokingly saying, "In that case, my dear elder sister, and your uncle Wu Zhiqi, will have some heartfelt words to say to you."

"How about I connect you?"

The Eight岐大蛇's brow twitched, and it slowly said:

"No need."

In ancient times, Xiang Liu was cut into eight pieces by King Yu alone. Although Wu Zhiqi and Xiang Liu were of the same generation, Yu had gathered the forces of the Nine Provinces and Kunlun to seal him in a round-robin battle. The difference in strength between the two sides was huge, beyond any doubt. Wei Yuan smiled, put away his phone, casually took two oranges, weighed them, and threw one to the Eight岐大蛇, saying:

"No need to see me off."

He opened the door and saw the two white-robed gods listening outside. The latter were startled and quickly retreated. Wei Yuan politely smiled and nodded, then left with the oranges. The two Ibuki Mountain gods, who had appeared in ancient legends, watched Wei Yuan leave. When Wei Yuan was far away, they cautiously said:

"Great Bright God, the appearance of this person must be reported to Amaterasu Omikami as soon as possible."

"And to Amenominakanushi."

"This is a great enemy."

The Eight岐大蛇 exhaled and slowly said, "Come here, we must consider this matter carefully."

The two Ibuki Mountain gods approached.

Seeing the Ibuki Mountain Great Bright God walk into the room, they thought it was to prevent being overheard.

They followed in and closed the door.

Only then did they turn around and see the Eight岐大蛇's pupils turn into the cold, vertical pupils characteristic of cold-blooded animals. A burst of panic arose in their hearts. The battle was very short. The two Ibuki Mountain gods, sent by Amaterasu and Susanoo-no-Mikoto to keep an eye on the Eight岐大蛇, were unable to put up much resistance before their heads were taken off.

The last sound was first an unbelievable exclamation: "Ibuki Great Bright God, what are you doing?"

Then it turned into a shrill scream:

"Eight, Eight岐大蛇!!!"

The two headless corpses fell to the ground, turning into a large white pig and a white-scaled snake.

The youth stretched his body.

The shadow behind him was a hideous giant serpent with eight heads and eight tails.

Two of the snake heads seemed to be devouring something.

The false aura of divinity was dispelled, replaced by the brutality and ferocity of the barbaric era.

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Wei Yuan played with the Classic of Mountains and Seas jade book in his hand. This was part of the *Overseas North Classic*. It still contained a trace of Xiang Liu's divine soul. Of course, Xiang Liu, who had been Gonggong's subject, ravaged the Central Plains, and wherever he went, it became a swamp, had already been killed, but that did not mean that this jade book was meaningless.

Because Xiang Liu's blood constantly corroded the ground.

Yu simply followed the direction of the corrosion and dug out a huge pool.

He also built a pavilion next to it to entertain the emperors.

Then this jade book is likely to be related to this building, and this huge pool is located north of Kunlun Mountain. It directly draws down the snow water of Kunlun for accumulation. From the perspective of location, it should be the source of the legend of Yaochi, at least one of the sources of this legend.

If this jade book is related to the pool that entertains the Five Emperors, what will happen if you hold the jade book and arrive there? In addition to recording the ferocious beasts, there are many records of various countries and mountains in this Classic of Mountains and Seas jade book. What is the use of these jade books?

Is it to be able to control the earth veins, or is there other uses?

He has to try it himself.

Next time, during the sacrifice, go to Chaoge City to try it... The north side of Kunlun Mountain, is it between the Huaijiang Mountain where Yingzhao is located and the quicksand river? Or is it just below Kunlun Hill? Tsk, I'm getting old, I can't remember some things...

Wei Yuan laughed mockingly in his heart, and put away the Classic of Mountains and Seas jade book.

He placed the sheathed eight-sided Han sword horizontally in front of his knees.

His eyes were slightly closed, and he began to practice breathing exercises.

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A Xuan was surprised to find that after returning from Ibuki Mountain, Museum Director Wei had become uncharacteristically quiet.

Every day, he would wake up in the morning and draw talismans for cultivation. In the morning, he would practice swordsmanship, but the sword would not leave its sheath. The moves were also very simple, but A Xuan always felt that this sword had never really been swung out.

But because of this, the sword energy and momentum within the sheath became more and more intense.

On the fourth morning of practicing swordsmanship, A Xuan saw him only draw the sword halfway with the sheath, and a very deep sword mark appeared on the ground, straight as if measured with a ruler.

And at noon, Museum Director Wei would personally cook.

A Xuan ate non-repeating dishes for several days in a row, and his favorability towards Museum Director Wei increased a lot again.

Museum Director Wei, who doesn't cause trouble, is still very reliable.

And in the evening, he found that Museum Director Wei would just sit in the courtyard, staring at the stars in a daze. His expression and temperament would become gentle, but even at this time, the sword was still placed by Wei Yuan's side, the sword body sheathed, silent like the starlight under the night.

Three days passed quickly.

July 15th.

The Daoist Zhongyuan Festival, also known as the Buddhist Ullambana Festival, arrived as scheduled.

A Xuan was looking at the messages in the phone group. Which junior disciple had gone out to perform rituals today, and because the yin energy was too deep, the Daoists in the action team didn't even get a hot meal today. They were busy maintaining the order of the ghosts and preventing the souls from colliding with the living.

A junior disciple in the group said that if it weren't for the sake of face.

He couldn't wait to snatch food from the ghosts and spirits.

Grab a handful of those offerings.

He was really starving.

The young Daoist priest tried hard to hold back his laughter, thought for a while, and sent a picture of a cat giving a thumbs up.

The messages in the group paused for a moment, and then a flurry of "Hello, Little Grandmaster Uncle" quickly appeared.

Then, he didn't know who sent it first, but soon the group changed.

Little Grandmaster Uncle, send a red envelope.

Little Grandmaster Uncle, send a red envelope.

The little Daoist priest was stunned, scratched his head, and looked at his wallet. There wasn't much left. He had to make a sad face and send a big one, but it was all snatched up in less than two seconds. The Daoist finger was used like this by these Daoists. A Xuan curled his lips, opened the red envelope, and wanted to see who snatched the most.

Then he saw a black cat looking up at the starry sky.

It's Senior Brother…

A Xuan was stunned for a moment, then quickly pulled up to see who sent it first, and then again saw that familiar black cat avatar. It was his own senior brother who sent the first "Little Grandmaster Uncle, send a red envelope". The young Daoist priest's little face was flushed with anger, gnashing his teeth.

Shameless old man!

Just as he was about to send a message in anger, he heard footsteps. A Xuan subconsciously turned his head to look over, and then was stunned. It was Wei Yuan, but not in his previous attire. He was actually wearing a plain Daoist robe and hemp sandals.

His original short hair seemed to have been affected by magic, and had become long enough to be tied into a Daoist bun.

A yellow scarf was tied around his left arm.

"Museum Director Wei?"

A Xuan stammered, "Why did you change into this outfit?"

Wei Yuan said, "The Ullambana Festival has arrived. It's time to send gifts."

A Xuan reacted and said, "Are you planning to go like this?"

Wei Yuan nodded, smiled, and slowly said, "They have their eyes on my Taiping Dao, thinking that our lineage is easy to bully, that there is no foundation or anyone who can stand out, thinking that they can dig us over to be their allies. So, today, I am no longer the museum director."

His smile slowly faded, and his eyes were deep:

"But the Daoist Master of the Taiping Division, holding the Jade Book of the Seven Pivot of China."

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The Ullambana Festival is a very important festival in the Sakura Island.

And the temple where the Motegi family is located is different from those temples without real practitioners, which are only used to deal with ordinary people and tourists. It is the truly significant first temple in Kyoto. It has a very high position in history for subduing demons and praying to Buddha. Many eminent monks and great virtues have appeared in its history.

Those dignitaries who know about transcendent cultivation, and those who are practitioners themselves.

On this day, they will choose to come here, rather than the famous temples that ordinary people know. Therefore, this hidden ancient temple in the deep mountains also has many people today. Outside the temple, there are also stalls like ordinary temples, but most of them are cultivators, selling not only the common snacks in sacrificial activities, but also things exclusively for practitioners.

The gazes of these people fell strangely on the two uninvited guests.

The sound of conversation gradually lowered.

After all, it was a bit eye-catching to see Daoist robes from the country of China in a place where everyone was wearing kimonos or hunting clothes. Lines of sight fell on them. Wei Yuan's expression was calm, and his hemp sandals stepped lightly. A Xuan next to him was a little stiff.

Wei Yuan whispered, "Are you afraid?"

The young Daoist pressed his chest and said frankly, "Yes."

"Then you can stay outside."

"No way."

A Xuan shook his head and said:

"Precisely because I am also afraid, I can't let Museum Director Wei face it alone."

"I am also a disciple of Longhu Mountain, Longhu that covers the world."

At this time, the two Daoists in different styles of Daoist robes walked to the front of the temple. A monk stopped them and said, "You two are…"

Wei Yuan signaled A Xuan to speak. The young Daoist stepped forward, his voice like the clashing of gold and jade, and said:

"A true cultivator of the Taiping Division of China, holding the position of Celestial Master of the Taiping Dao, comes to offer gifts."

Motegi Seien, as the head of the temple's main family and the current head of the temple, had already noticed these two Daoists from China, but he didn't come out with a smile until he heard such a voice, saying, "I didn't expect it to be fellow practitioners from China, please come in, please come in."

Wei Yuan entered calmly.

Under the leadership of the monks, they were seated in the most central location.

Surrounding them were the children of the major families among the Sakura Island cultivators.

Motegi Seien introduced Wei Yuan and A Xuan with great enthusiasm, calling them great masters from China. Yin-Yang masters and Shinto cultivators around them whispered, "I didn't expect the Motegi family to have established a connection with China."

"Yeah, can't tell."

"We should reconsider our relationship with the Motegi family."

Motegi Seien was delighted and invited Wei Yuan to sit with him, but Wei Yuan's eyes were indifferent, and he only said, "No need."

"The gift is here."

"It's a little light, please forgive me."

With just a flick of his sleeve, the art of controlling the wind was displayed, and a square box flew steadily over the temple courtyard, landing in front of Motegi Seien in front of the Buddhist hall. He took it with both hands, and then laughed loudly, "Since it is a gift from the great master of the Taiping Dao, then I can't be impolite, I will open it now."

He opened the box.

The smile on his face slowly solidified.

It was a distorted and shriveled head, but he could still tell who it was.

It was his only son, Motegi Yoshiyuki.

Motegi Seien opened his mouth, extreme pain and unwillingness surged into his heart, his palms trembled, and he couldn't hold it. The box actually fell to the ground. In front of the Great Light Tathagata Buddha statue in the Buddhist hall, a head fell several times, rolled out, fell on the ground, and stared at the Tathagata Buddha statue, unable to close its eyes in death.

The many Sakura Island cultivators, who were curious about what good things the Taiping Dao cultivator had brought, instantly saw this pickled head, and also recognized who it was. The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive. A Xuan was a little scared. Under the condensed gazes, Wei Yuan stretched out his hand, picked up a glass of clear wine, raised his head and drank it, and said calmly:

"Your son violated the forbidden area of my China."

"Already executed."

"Sent back."

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