Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi were speechless.

Watching as Wei Yuan placed the Soul-nurturing Wood in a certain place, Xuan Yi had already noticed that the Soul-nurturing effect of the wood could envelop the entire museum. This museum itself was a small gathering place for Yin energy, which was why harmless ghosts had gathered here before he arrived.

If it were in the wild, these guys would either turn into vengeful spirits or disappear.

Where else could they happily gather and drink cola?

At this moment, the effect of the Soul-nurturing Wood enveloped the entire museum, not only healing Zhang Xiaoyu's body but also benefiting the other ghosts.

Just as Zhao Yi was about to speak, he saw Wei Yuan draw out a broken sword from behind.

Then a flash of sword light.

The white jade-colored Soul-nurturing Wood was directly cut off by about an inch.

Zhao Yi felt a heavy thump in his heart, and even though it wasn't his own, he felt sorry for it. He almost cried out, but he held it in. Wei Yuan continued to cut the wood with the broken sword, cutting out the inch-long jade white Soul-nurturing Wood, which happened to be enough to make a wooden plaque with Zhang Xiaoyu's name written on the front.

He obtained Zhang Xiaoyu's age and birthday from Xuan Yi and engraved it on the back.

The character "Wei" was engraved in the lower left corner.

The entire waist badge was covered in intricate patterns, forming a special talisman. This was the Soul-nurturing method that Wei Yuan had obtained, making full use of the characteristics of the Soul-nurturing Wood. After a while, he would take a drop of Zhang Xiaoyu's blood and infuse it with his own blood, and the wooden plaque would be complete.

By wearing the wooden plaque, which contained the power of the Soul-nurturing Wood, it could replace the deceased body to nurture the soul. It could also help Zhang Xiaoyu's scattered soul to converge, making her look no different from an ordinary person and not easily revealing her true nature. If someone with cultivation could see through it, they would recognize the patterns on the Soul-nurturing plaque and know that it came from a legitimate sect and was not an evil object.

Wei Yuan looked up and saw Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi staring at him in silence, their gazes fixed on the wooden plaque in his hand.

The material of the talisman was not limited to yellow paper.

Wood with spirituality and high-quality jade could also be used as materials for talismans.

These talismans were generally slightly more difficult to make compared to basic yellow talismans.

Wei Yuan was able to complete it in one go because he had exchanged for the experience of engraving talismans with the waist badge.

After carefully keeping the Soul-nurturing wooden plaque, he had used only the wooden core to make it, leaving behind some parts. He pushed these two pieces of Soul-nurturing Wood towards Zhao Yi and Xuan Yi and said, "If you don't mind, you can take these two pieces of Soul-nurturing Wood."

"Of course, it's not for free. I'll trouble you to help me find out who Zhang Yue has been in contact with, especially who he has sent large sums of money to."

Wei Yuan paused for a moment and said, "The longevity technique is not something that ordinary people can come into contact with."

"It's possible that someone leaked these unorthodox methods to ordinary people."

...............

Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi solemnly agreed to Wei Yuan's request.

At this critical moment when spiritual energy was recovering rapidly, if someone leaked these evil methods, it would be a huge hidden danger. Zhang Yue used his own life to extend his daughter's life, but there would always be people who would choose to use other people's lives.

The longevity technique was still relatively mild.

If it involved cruel and barbaric ancient witchcraft, there would be more than just one or two people causing harm.

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Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi left the museum in their car. Along the way, they didn't speak, but after a while, Zhao Yi couldn't hold it in and asked while driving, "Did you see it..."

"The plaque that Wei Master carved."

Xuan Yi nodded, complicatedly saying, "It's exactly the same as the one my master had."

Zhao Yi grinned, "It's not just the same, my master's plaque had some damaged parts, and it was restored later. Some parts don't circulate smoothly. After all, it's an artifact from the Qin and Han Dynasty. But when Wei Master carved the plaque just now, he seemed so familiar, not like the first time he carved it."

The two fell silent again.

Xuan Yi silently said, "Under the Soul-nurturing Wood..."

Zhao Yi nodded, lit a cigarette, and said, "It's very similar to the objects my great-grandfather had. They should be genuine."

"Hmm... are you going to tell anyone?"

"Tell anyone?!"

Zhao Yi shook his head vigorously and said, "No."

"We've been paid to keep our mouths shut by Wei Master. What can you say?"

He glanced at the Soul-nurturing Wood that had been in existence for at least two thousand years and said, "There are only ordinary people visiting the Folk Customs Museum."

...............

Wei Yuan had Zhang Xiaoyu wear the wooden plaque.

Because Zhang Xiaoyu's relatives and friends all believed that she was terminally ill, and because she was an animated corpse with a special physique, Wei Yuan temporarily left her in the museum. After taking care of Zhang Yue's funeral, Zhang Xiaoyu slowly emerged from the shadow of losing her father.

At least on the surface.

However, she encountered trouble with going to school.

A child as old as her couldn't possibly not go to school.

But Zhang Xiaoyu's situation was special, and the Special Operations Team couldn't let such a child go to an ordinary kindergarten. The only option left for Wei Yuan was to let Xiaoyu go to school with the children from the sect. In this era, even the little Taoist priests had to go to school obediently. Besides the early and late classes at the sect, they had to study subjects like mathematics, physics, chemistry, and biology. They also had to learn talismans, footwork, swordsmanship, and keep fit with martial arts. If they wanted to learn ancient music and calligraphy from the Taoist priests there, as long as they had the energy and time, it was also possible.

Xiaoyu's situation was more suitable for that place.

Under the influence of the Soul-nurturing Wood during this period, Xiaoyu's body and soul had already recovered. She no longer looked pale, and with the protection of the wooden plaque, it was no longer a problem for her to go to the spiritual pure land of the sect.

Because Wei Yuan had helped a lot before, Zhou Yi had been busy helping to deal with this matter. Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi had also put in a lot of effort, and it seemed like they had argued with their elders more than once, angering their elders to the point of blowing their beards and staring, scolding them for not respecting their elders.

But this time, not only the usually rebellious Zhao Yi but also Xuan Yi persisted after a silent apology.

Zhao Yi glanced at the elders and silently thought to himself.

Respecting elders...

To cultivate the younger generation, the children of the sect also had to attend school in the mountains.

The best choice was the Baiyun Taoist Temple near Shuntian Prefecture.

There were also true cultivators there, with a long history and deep heritage. However, Wei Yuan had a bad impression of Baiyun Taoist Temple because of the jade talisman from the Liu Dynasty, so he didn't have a good impression of it. Moreover, he was at least familiar with someone from the Weiming Sect, so he chose the Weiming Sect.

After their names were added to the list on the mountain, they were supposed to enter immediately.

But Wei Yuan felt that at this time, what the child needed was companionship, not immediately being separated again. So he didn't send her to the sect right away but stayed with Xiaoyu for over a month before asking her if she wanted to go back to school.

"Can I still go to school?"

Zhang Xiaoyu widened her eyes in disbelief.

Wei Yuan nodded and said, "Yes, but the place is a bit far."

"You will have to stay in the mountains and can only come back during holidays."

He reached out and ruffled Zhang Xiaoyu's hair, saying, "I will come to pick you up then."

"Okay!"

...............

Wei Yuan sent Zhang Xiaoyu to the sect.

After returning, his daily life remained the same, but it felt a bit quieter and he had to adjust to it.

He practiced swordsmanship, the Lying Tiger Stance, and carved talismans every day.

His own cultivation was slowly improving.

When he broke through a bottleneck in his cultivation, he had a dream.

...............

The sky was filled with white clouds, stretching across the vast expanse.

A green mountain stood beneath, with a bustling city at its foot.

Wei Yuan walked along the mountain road, holding a lantern and discovered a Taoist temple ahead.

It was hard to imagine that there would still be such a Taoist temple in this era.

Wei Yuan shone his lantern at the Taoist temple and heard movement inside. He called out, "Is there a Taoist in the temple?"

Silence.

He raised his hand to touch his sword and stepped forward.

He saw that the inside of the Taoist temple was extremely gloomy and towering. Instead of the statues of the Three Pure Ones, there was a majestic man being worshipped. Wei Yuan wanted to look further, but suddenly felt a chill in his heart. The flashlight in his hand had unknowingly turned into a white lantern, emitting a pale green light.

Blood flowed down the walls of the temple.

The towering beams turned into sharp teeth.

Wei Yuan heard a fierce tiger roar, and the sword in his hand swung forward, but the tiger was too huge. It tilted its neck, and Wei Yuan fell directly down. Two rows of sharp teeth bit down with a strong stench of blood.

...............

"Ah!!"

Wei Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, his face pale.

He sat up, drank a bottle of water in big gulps, calmed himself down, and splashed his face with cold water.

It was the Mountain Lord, no, Shan Jun...

Was it because he found out that his hometown had been attacked, so he used some spell to target him? Or was it a warning from the Lying Tiger Waist Badge? Just like the ancient famous swords that hung on the wall, they would make a sound if enemies invaded. It was normal for the Lying Tiger Waist Badge to have a similar ability.

But it was clear that Shan Jun was an inevitable enemy.

"Shan Jun..."

Wei Yuan raised his head, ready to lie down again.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the Water Ghost knocked on the door again, and Wei Yuan had no choice but to get up.

Opening the door, he saw a bunch of pitiful and terrifying ghosts staring at him, pointing at the empty refrigerator. Obviously, the stock had been emptied again. Wei Yuan couldn't help but curse, wanting to ask if they had drowned the cola.

But these ghosts, each with their own pitiful and terrifying appearance, stared at him with pleading eyes, giving off an eerie and desolate feeling. Wei Yuan looked at the money in his account.

Cola didn't cost much.

But there was no need to worry about gaining weight, and the ghosts who didn't get tired of drinking cola gathered faster than you could imagine.

Helpless, he saw that it was not too late even though it was getting dark and decided to call his employer, Fang Hongbo, to withdraw his salary for this month and the agreed-upon money for groceries.

"Hello, is this Mr. Fang?"

"Who... who are you?!"

Fang Hongbo's voice came from the phone, but there was a hint of panic in it.

Wei Yuan explained, "Wei Yuan, from the Folk Customs Museum..."

There was a horrified scream from the other end of the phone.

Wei Yuan furrowed his brow and asked, "Mr. Fang?! Mr. Fang, are you alright?"

There was a frantic and rapid gasping on the other end of the phone, and it took a while for it to calm down. Fang Hongbo suddenly asked a question, "Museum? M-Museum... Wei, Wei Yuan, have you, recently, seen anyone, I mean, has my son been to your place? That museum is his..."

Wei Yuan was surprised and said, "Your son?"

"No, why? Is your son coming over?"

"Can you leave me a contact method so that I can get in touch..."

The voice on the other end of the phone fell silent, and then that dry and fearful voice said:

"My son, he's already dead..."

Dang, dang, dang—

There was a knocking sound from the other end of the phone, with a rhythmic feeling but carrying a sinister breath. It felt like it was right next to his heart.

Dang, dang,

Dang—

Creak—

Wei Yuan turned his head slightly and looked at the door beside him.

The door, rang.

Have you heard the story of the dead coming to your door?