Chapter 1 A Peaceful Interlude

Wei Yuan bid farewell to the Temple of Marquis Wu and returned to the museum. Afterward, he enjoyed a few rare days of peace. As for whether the two young Taoists from the Chengyan Temple would have nightmares, Wei Yuan could only apologize in his heart as he carried out the recliner, basking lazily in the sun.

In his hands was a Daoist scripture.

Although it was called a Daoist scripture, it was actually a breathing technique, mailed to him by the old Celestial Master Zhang Ruosu.

It was said that since Wei Yuan intended to re-establish the Daoist tradition of the Taiping Department, he might as well help out sooner.

This thing was a revised version obtained by the Special Operations Group from the data of the first batch of soldiers practicing breath cultivation. Each school and faction had to offer their opinions, marking their own understandings and suggestions for improvement, in order to popularize cultivation as soon as possible.

If possible, it would be best to add a 3D human body meridian diagram.

I just wanted to establish a reputation… why does it feel like homework already… 3D human meridian diagram, do I need to learn CAD composition to be a Taoist now… Wei Yuan looked at it for a while, feeling a bit of a headache. He used a fountain pen to add some annotations to the breathing technique.

He offered suggestions based on both the Taiping Department's breathing technique and the Crouching Tiger Art's Qi circulation technique.

One of the Thirty-Six Heavenly罡 Transformations, Nine Breaths 服 Qi (Nine Breaths fu qi), actually refers to the way of inhaling and exhaling the primordial Qi of heaven and earth to improve one's cultivation. Each school and faction with deep foundations has similar methods, all of which can be called Nine Breaths 服 Qi (Nine Breaths fu qi). As for meridian diagrams, Wei Yuan said that he had long returned his skills to the teacher.

The phone on the table next to him rang.

Wei Yuan took a sip of iced black tea and picked it up casually. He thought it was Zhang Ruosu, but found that he had been pulled into a new group. He opened it and saw Dong Yuefeng's avatar, nodding in realization. Wei Yuan had previously agreed to Dong Yuefeng's request. At that time, the old man sent him a link, asking him to download a separate program.

It had been several days, and the old man had just pulled him into this group.

He wondered if he still had to go through some kind of review.

Wei Yuan saw that there were a total of sixty-seven people in this group, and sent an emoji in a familiar manner.

A cat's head cupped its hands, with the words "Newbie joins the group, please take care of me" flashing above.

He thought there would be someone welcoming him.

But for a long time, it was quiet.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Wei Yuan took a sip of iced black tea to calm his nerves.

At this time, Dong Yuefeng sent a welcoming emoji, large red flowers, bursting fireworks, and then a scroll like a Spring Festival couplet slowly opened, popping out two gold-plated characters, Welcome. That awkward atmosphere eased a little.

Someone sent a message, saying, "Welcome, this is the assistant recommended by Professor Dong."

"An…"

He seemed hesitant about how to introduce Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan replied, "Just a curator of a folk museum."

He said politely:

"Everyone…"

"Please take care of me in the future."

"Mm."

The head of a certain research institute in the group replied:

"The young man has a good attitude and is very humble."

"Listen carefully, learn carefully, do more, talk less."

"This experience will be of great benefit to you, understand?"

"There may not be a second time."

There certainly won't be a second time.

Wei Yuan silently said in his heart, and answered politely, "Indeed."

Then he sent an emoji, a cat holding a wooden sign.

Newbie seeking guidance.

……………………

He successfully infiltrated a group obviously used for special communication.

Wei Yuan was already prepared to successfully mingle with these researchers later, and then be an undercover agent. He put down his phone and silently glanced at the eight-sided Han sword hanging on the wall, its hilt bearing the emblem of an iron eagle spreading its wings, and improved a portion of the breathing technique.

When he was preparing to make lunch, the water ghost brought him the phone.

The phone buzzed.

Wei Yuan glanced at it, saw the cat's head, and his mouth twitched.

What's coming will always come.

Silently reciting this in his heart, Wei Yuan wiped his hands on his apron, took the phone, walked into the inner room, and answered the call. He put the phone a little further away from his ear, and a clear exhaling sound came from the other side. Then, the old Taoist Zhang Ruosu's voice slowly rang out: "Fellow Daoist Wei."

"A few days ago, the Tian Tai Sect's mountain gate was split in half in the middle of the night."

"Do you know about this?"

Wei Yuan said without changing his expression, "Mountain gate? Fellow Daoist Zhang, I was at home watching anime and dramas at the time."

"Besides, I have no grievances with the Tian Tai Sect, how could I have done it?"

"That's right, not me."

"I know nothing about this matter."

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you can't come to me every time something happens. Besides, I use a sword, and the mountain gate was split by a saber, what does it have to do with a swordsman like me?"

Zhang Ruosu's mouth twitched, and he finally had to drop the matter, pressed his forehead, and sighed:

"Alright, if it wasn't you, then it wasn't you."

"However, I'm mainly looking for you about a second matter."

"A second matter?"

"It's…"

On Mount Longhu, Zhang Ruosu sat cross-legged on the mountain peak behind the mountain, his expression slightly solemn:

"A few days ago, the Tian Tai Sect had half of its Qi fortune cut off by a saber. Half of the leaves of the Bodhi tree behind the mountain gate withered, and the Buddhist Qi fortune spilled all over the ground. Many birds and fish gained sentience. The monk Liao Yan in that mountain doesn't have much ability, but he's been mixing around outside for some years, learned a lot of cliquey tactics, and is now in contact with the Pure Land Sect that had an accident before."

"He wants to widely distribute Bodhi Invitations, inviting fellow Daoists."

Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Widely inviting fellow Daoists…"

"Yes."

"Vinaya Sect, Three Treatise Sect, Tian Tai Sect, Consciousness-only Sect, Huayan Sect, Esoteric Buddhism, Chan Sect, Pure Land Sect, he wants to unite the eight Mahayana Buddhist sects, collectively called the Vast Buddhist Eight Sects. The invitations have already been sent out, and it depends on how many Buddhist disciples will unite."

"It's just the Tian Tai Sect, which had half of its Qi fortune cut off, and the Pure Land Sect, which had a small half of its Pure Land destroyed."

"These two sects have already confirmed that they will unite."

Wei Yuan was silent for a while. This was indeed because of him, but on closer thought, he seemed to have only played an accelerating role in it. It seemed that the eight Buddhist sects, at least the Tian Tai Sect and the Pure Land Sect, had long had a tendency to unite. He rubbed his brows and asked:

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, what do you plan to do?"

Zhang Ruosu laughed and said freely:

"It's none of my business if people want to unite. The old Taoist has no interest in interfering. Besides, the Divine Land is currently in a time of change. If the Divine Land can have another mountain gate that can shoulder responsibility and be a pillar, the old Taoist is willing to go to congratulate them. Mount Longhu is also happy to see another force that can stabilize the country."

"However, this also means that our cultivation methods must be popularized in schools."

"Otherwise, if those monks let too many people go up the mountain to cultivate Buddhism, and there are too many monks who don't engage in production, it will only cause the tragedies of the past to happen again. The old Taoist doesn't want to see this scene, so I'm just here to urge Curator Wei, have you finished writing it?"

"If you've finished writing it, take a picture with your phone and send it to the old Taoist. The old Taoist will take a look…"

Wei Yuan was about to praise the old Taoist's free and easy nature.

When he took the opportunity to urge him for 'homework'.

…My cultivation is supposed to be free and unfettered, but why do I feel like I'm clocking in for work, Fellow Daoist Zhang… Zheng Yi 盟威 (Zheng Yi Mengwei), Zheng Yi 盟威 (Zheng Yi Mengwei), is it because those Taoists are all skilled at slacking off, so there must be a reliable person standing up as a class teacher?

Wei Yuan seemed to have discovered the reason for the creation of the Zheng Yi 盟威 (Zheng Yi Mengwei). He glanced at the cultivation methods marked for a quarter, retracted his gaze, and said righteously, "Soon, soon, Fellow Daoist Zhang, don't worry, I'll finish writing it soon, I'll send it soon, I'll send it soon."

Zhang Ruosu said with a chuckle, "That's good, the old Taoist is waiting for your annotations."

Wei Yuan turned off his phone.

He wiped his sweat, glanced at the cultivation methods over there, and silently shifted his gaze.

Soon, soon.

Fellow Daoist Zhang, it's not that I don't want to write, it's just that there are more important things to do now.

Wei Yuan took out those bronze wares, ordered the water ghosts to watch the door, and then returned to the inner room, arranged everything. This time, the sacrifice from the Mountain and Sea Realm had begun again, and he could faintly feel the call from there.

It was time to go there.

In addition to these three Shang Dynasty bronze wares, Wei Yuan also took out the bronze lamp he had found on Mount Kunlun before, and the Classic of Mountains and Seas jade book he had obtained from Xiang Liu, sealed with a wisp of the ancient Xiang Liu's divine soul. One of these two things was the mystery of the disappearance of Kunlun Ruins. Wei Yuan originally planned to show it to Jue, but unfortunately Jue was in Qingqiu Country now.

He could only wait for her to come back and treat it as a surprise.

As for the Classic of Mountains and Seas jade book.

Although Xiang Liu was dead, his blood built one of the sources of the legend of Yaochi.

Wei Yuan certainly wanted to see Yu's backup plan, and because only he could enter the Mountain and Sea Realm now, he didn't tell anyone.

At this moment, the phone buzzed twice. Wei Yuan complained in his heart about how many people were looking for him today. He looked down at his phone, but saw that it was Nujiao's message, a picture. In the picture was a naive Jue, and Nujiao taking a selfie with a peace sign.

What is she doing sending this?

Jue's photo, would I be interested in this?

Wei Yuan frowned.

Then he clicked to save the picture.

Yes, I am indeed interested.

Then he saw the incoming message, a voice message.

Wei Yuan's forehead twitched, and he felt a little bad in his heart.

He had just downloaded and saved the picture. With this software, the other party would know, so now he definitely couldn't play dead.

Witch Nujiao, are you testing your little brother like this?!

Wei Yuan was silent for a moment, then reached out and clicked on the voice message. As soon as he opened it, he heard Nujiao's smiling voice, saying:

"Ah ya, Jue'er and A Yu came to see me, and said that you couldn't come, so they prepared a gift."

"Jue'er is still so considerate."

"After all, Yuan, you are a very busy person. You wouldn't come to my Three Treasures Hall to find me if there was nothing going on."

"I don't know what kind of wind will blow you over next time. After all, Tushan is too small, Qingqiu is also small, you've grown up, and my place can't keep you, right?"

Her voice was gentle and smiling. Just listening to the voice, one could imagine the white-haired woman's smiling appearance.

But Wei Yuan only felt a chill creeping up his scalp. He staggered back a few steps, his hair standing on end.

He looked at the phone, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

What on earth did the past me do?!

Yu, please come b…

Wait…

Wei Yuan's thoughts paused slightly.

He pondered, lost in thought, and suddenly thought of something.

In fact, not in such a strict sense, King Yu had indeed 'returned'.

Wei Yuan thought of the message from King Yu that he had heard in the Xiang River before. At that time, he had liberated the true spirits of the two Xiang consorts, but the remaining fragments of the Classic of Mountains and Seas that recorded the sound were still there. Wei Yuan hesitated for a moment, but still cast a spell to retransmit King Yu's voice onto a jade slip.

He had to tell Witch Nujiao anyway.

Wei Yuan sent a message, saying:

"Of course the gift is ready."

"I've been preparing this recently…"

Then he cast a spell to open King Yu's voice, and then pressed the phone's voice button, packaged all the sound and sent it over, took a deep breath, and released the send button.

Go!

In Qingqiu Country, Nujiao was surprised to see that Wei Yuan actually dared to 'talk back' to her, raised her eyebrows, and the smile on her lips grew stronger.

Yuan has indeed grown up.

I'll see what kind of gift it is. If it's not satisfactory…

Then she saw the voice message coming over.

She casually clicked it open.

ps: Today's first update… 3,500 words. Thank you 青衫晚归 for the ten thousand reward, thank you~