"Change it up, fair?"

Wei Yuan recalled the way Wu Zhiqi grabbed the water veins of the Huai River.

It was magnificent and majestic, and when the water flowed, it made a sound like thunder.

Wei Yuan felt that even if his cultivation increased tenfold, he would probably not be able to withstand that attack.

He could only hope that Wu Zhiqi would not be able to break the seal in a short time.

After a long time, he finally came back to his senses and looked at the thing he had taken out. It was a soul fragment from the Great Demon Boqi in his dream. After Wu Zhiqi killed it, it was left in his dream realm. After waking up from the dream, this thing appeared in the real world.

With this thing, perhaps he could find Boqi and even the hidden Shan Jun.

Wei Yuan collected the remaining soul fragment of Boqi.

He planned to give this thing to Zhang Hao and the others. After thinking for a moment, he turned on the computer and searched for information about the Huai River. These precious information that was considered extremely valuable in the past could be easily obtained in this era. Slowly, a serious expression appeared on Wei Yuan's face. In the end, he fell silent. He finally understood why his dreams were so easily sensed by Wu Zhiqi.

Yu suppressed Wu Zhiqi at the Turtle Mountain of the Huai River.

After the Great Ming Dynasty became the Huaguo, modern technology was used to manage floods.

But before that, from the time of the Han Dynasty to the time of Huaguo, there were an average of 27 floods every hundred years in the Huai River system. And if we trace back five hundred years before the time of Huaguo, the average number of floods per hundred years soared to ninety-four.

This represents that the entire Huai River system is gradually becoming more violent and has a tendency to change to ancient times.

Wei Yuan felt a slight sense of unease in his heart. He didn't know if this situation was due to the gradual recovery of spiritual energy, the increased passive influence of Wu Zhiqi on the Huai River, or if the seal of the Huai River Water Lord was gradually losing its effectiveness, or perhaps both.

But no matter what, with his current perspective, he could at least see that the changes in the Huai River meant that Wu Zhiqi might soon break the seal. He didn't know how much Wu Zhiqi's strength had declined after being sealed for five thousand years, but he was the water god of the Huai River. As long as the Huai River remained, it wouldn't be too difficult for him to regain his strength.

That was definitely a trouble that he couldn't handle right now.

Wei Yuan fell silent and took out a piece of paper, writing down some words.

"Elder Jiao, I apologize for the intrusion."

After the opening greetings, Wei Yuan briefly mentioned that Su Yu'er and the three fox women were living in Quan City, attending university, and gradually getting used to life in the human realm. Then, he changed his tone and wrote:

"I don't know if you still remember Wu Zhiqi from back then?"

Then he paused and erased the last line, pondering for a moment before rewriting:

"I don't know if you still remember Wu Zhiqi, who was sealed by King Yu with great effort? It seems that there are signs of him breaking the seal."

This way of writing came from his understanding of Jiao. He had forgotten many of Wei Yuan's experiences, only leaving a vague impression.

But there were many things he remembered from the Shan Hai Jing.

For example, he remembered that Queen Mother of the West was an elegant and noble existence, possessing both the grace of a woman and the majesty of a heavenly god. But in the description by King Yu and Wei Yuan carved on the jade book, Queen Mother of the West was described as a terrifying goddess.

The only reason was that Jiao was beside King Yu and Wei Yuan when they carved this jade plaque.

Jiao was a witch from the Tu Mountain Tribe, a nine-tailed white fox. She was cunning and stubborn, and extremely concerned about King Yu.

Anything related to King Yu would make her slightly more interested. Otherwise, she would probably just watch the show while ensuring Wei Yuan's safety.

Wei Yuan sealed the letter and planned to ask Hu Ming to deliver it later.

Then he took out his phone, opened the chat box with Zhang Ruosu, whose profile picture was a black cat, and sent a message:

"Friend Zhang, I have obtained a soul fragment of Boqi, but unfortunately, the previous imprint has been consumed."

"Also, if the Celestial Master's Mansion has the ability, please pay attention to the changes in the Turtle Mountain area of the Huai River."

For some reason, Zhang Ruosu, who usually replied instantly, did not respond this time.

It seemed that she was not online.

Wei Yuan waited for a while, put away his phone, and got up to open the curtains. The sky was already getting bright.

……………………

"Ah!!!"

Boqi suddenly woke up.

Her face turned pale in an instant, and she couldn't even maintain her human form. The young man transformed by Shan Jun appeared behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder, directly transferring his own mana to her. It took a long time for her to stabilize her state.

When Boqi stabilized herself, Shan Jun withdrew his hand and said, "What happened? It's rare for you to suffer a loss in a dream."

Boqi thanked him and then, with a hint of fear, took a deep breath and slowly recounted her experiences in the dream.

The real ancient beasts from the Shan Hai Jing.

The ancient and mysterious pottery maker.

And the huge white-faced green-bodied ape, with surging water swirling around its body like a mountain, making a thunderous roar.

She told him everything, and finally, she calmed down and said with a calm tone mixed with fear, "If it was only a possibility before, now I am very certain that the man's dream has become so real and solid that I cannot devour it. This means that his cultivation and existence are very strong."

"Considering that my imprint was in his dream this time, it is very likely a trap."

"My soul fragment was left in his dream."

Shan Jun nodded in agreement with Boqi's speculation. He extended his hand, and his fingers turned into the sharp claws of a tiger. He replied, "We cannot deny this possibility, although it is rare. There are still ancient existences in the human realm. You must be careful and hide yourself. For a short time, do not easily hunt."

"Yes."The sky outside gradually brightened, and Boqi transformed back into Wang Qi. He disguised himself as a psychologist and went to work at the largest hospital in Jiangnan Road. Shan Jun, on the other hand, dressed as a Taoist and took a car to Baiyun Temple.

Originally, Baiyun Temple was located in the city. But over the years, as Jiangnan Road expanded and became more prosperous, the previous generation of Baiyun Temple's abbot couldn't stand the disturbance anymore. So he moved the temple to a mountain outside the city. Shan Jun calmly greeted each disciple of Baiyun Temple and then joined them in burning incense and praying, following the usual morning class routine with a serene and peaceful expression.

After that, they swept away the fallen leaves. Shan Jun seemed to have a more profound aura than the disciples in the temple, and he performed the task without any impatience.

Around noon, a guest arrived at Baiyun Temple.

"Senior Daoist, please come in," the young man who transformed into Zhao Xiu smiled and led the Daoist into the temple. The current abbot of Baiyun Temple personally received this senior with extraordinary cultivation and seniority. After some greetings, the old Daoist walked through Baiyun Temple with a mix of sincerity and curiosity. Under his wide sleeves, he held a jade pendant.

The jade pendant could sense the existence of Shan Jun and other similar earth spirits.

But he didn't notice anything unusual.

The old Daoist put away the jade pendant, thinking that he was being overly cautious. He looked around at the cultivators in the temple and sighed, "It's been a long time since I last came to Jiangnan Road. Many fellow Daoists haven't seen me. I wonder where Brother Tianning is. Could it be that he..."

A hesitant and sorrowful expression appeared on the old Daoist's face.

The middle-aged abbot quickly shook his head and said, "Senior, my master is still doing well."

"A few days ago, he had some insights and understood the fundamental Daoist teachings passed down by our ancestor. Now, he is in seclusion with my master and a few other senior brothers in the ancestral hall, determined not to come out until they have left their own understanding in the Daoist teachings."

"But since you and my master are old friends, you are an exception. Should I go and inform them?"

The old Daoist was overjoyed to hear that his old friend hadn't passed away yet. He stroked his beard and replied, "No need, no need. This is a great joy. We shouldn't disturb them. Haha, when he was young, he had great ambitions for the scriptures of Baiyun Temple. He wanted the younger disciples to know his name. Now that he has such a good opportunity, we should congratulate him. How can we disturb him?"

"I'll stay in Baiyun Temple for a few days. If I have the chance to see him, that would be great. If not, it's fate."

The middle-aged abbot nodded and called another disciple, saying, "Zhao Xiu, take the senior to his accommodation."

Zhao Xiu stepped forward and respectfully led the way, his every move showing no trace of inconsistency.

The ancestral hall was the core of Baiyun Temple, where the tablets of the ancestral masters were kept. The old Daoist, who was also proficient in disguise techniques, knew that it was also the place where the Yin soldiers and gods of Baiyun Temple were nurtured. It was a place only accessible to the core disciples, so he had to be cautious and avoid entering.

Therefore, he only looked inside through the paper windows and could vaguely see the dimness inside. But the flickering firelight reflected the figures of the disciples sitting in meditation or clapping their hands, seemingly comprehending the supreme true teachings with a relaxed demeanor.

How good, it's really good...

The old Daoist could only envy them with a glance before being led by Zhao Xiu to a guest room in another courtyard.

After settling the old Daoist, Zhao Xiu returned here.

The incense guests and Taoists in Baiyun Temple knew that Zhao Xiu was responsible for delivering food and clothing to the ancestral hall. It used to be just a trivial task with no benefits, but since the senior brothers went into seclusion, it became a great opportunity.

As long as they pleased the senior brothers, even if they didn't receive the true teachings, just a casual word could make their lives in the temple easier.

It can be said that everyone was envious.

Today, after Zhao Xiu entered the ancestral hall, a Taoist in his thirties sneaked into the small courtyard of the ancestral hall. He saw that Zhao Xiu, who was sitting next to the senior brothers, seemed to have received the true teachings. He was extremely jealous and curious, unable to resist peeking through the white paper windows.

After thinking for a moment, he poked a hole in the white paper windows with his finger.

Then he leaned in to take a look.

The ancestral hall was still solemn, with tablets and statues of the ancestral masters standing upright. He saw the senior brothers sitting cross-legged, smiling with a serene expression as they manipulated their fingers. However, something seemed off. The Taoist peeking from outside felt that something was strange. Suddenly, a breeze blew through the room, causing the candlelight to flicker. The bodies and faces of the ancestral masters also trembled, revealing wrinkles.

The Taoist outside widened his eyes and almost shouted.

Those were actually empty human skins.

Then, with the help of the flickering candlelight, he saw the splattered blood on the solemn stone slabs, walls, and statues of the Three Pure Ancestors. The blood had long dried up, layer upon layer, emitting a strong sense of nausea.

In the towering and cold ancestral hall, only the smiling ancestral masters made of human skin remained.

In front of the blood-stained statues of the Daoist ancestors, the young Daoist recited the Daoist teachings devoutly.

"Always be calm and tranquil, always be calm and tranquil."

It was eerie, bloody, yet there was an indescribable sense of freedom.

The Taoist outside covered his mouth, his face pale.

He was so scared that his soul almost left his body.

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The ancestral masters comprehending the Great Dao...

Was this the Great Dao?

This was the Great Dao!!He propped up his hand on the ground, his body weakened, almost crawling forward. Then he saw a pair of legs, his body stiffened, slowly raised his head, and saw the face of the Master. He let out a sigh of relief and his voice trembled as he said, "Master, Master, Zhao Xiu, Junior Brother, he is a demon. The ancestors, the ancestors have all been killed, all been killed!"

There was a suppressed cry, but there was no response.

The Taoist priest sensed something, raised his head stiffly, and as the wind blew by, the dignified Master smiled, causing wrinkles to appear on his face.

Creak--

The ancestral hall behind them was pushed open.

"Chang Qing, Chang Jing."

"Yes, Chang Qing, Chang Jing."

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