The unnamed white flowers were carefully adjusted and placed on the corner of the table.

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After a slight push, the sunlight fell perfectly on the flowers.

Wei Yuan was satisfied.

After tidying up the room a bit, he sat on the sofa and took out pen and paper to slowly organize his thoughts. The jade dragon pendant with the museum number 002 was placed on his desk. The jade was translucent and ancient, with a dragon shape that was popular during the Warring States period. It was an ornament that was once worn by the First Emperor of Qin.

Wei Yuan reached out and touched the ancient jade, closing his eyes in contemplation.

But whether in the past or now, he still couldn't feel his own true spirit.

He sighed and gave up trying.

He didn't know if it was when the jade dragon was accompanied by the second generation of the Huai River Water God, Winged Dragon, and was washed away by the aura of the god, or when it fell into the hands of the Buddhist monks, who used Buddhist methods to transform it. Wei Yuan's thoughts were slightly stagnant, and he suddenly felt something was amiss, pondering deeply.

The Kunlun God adhered to the ancient heavenly gods' principle of not interfering in the mortal world and would not actively transform the true spirit on the jade dragon.

But the Buddhist monks...

The Buddhist monks were most fond of the concept of transformation, transforming all kinds of god and ghost legends into their own system of guardian gods. Various high monks also had the concept of Vajra guardians. Therefore, the true spirit remaining on the jade dragon pendant could indeed have been transformed and manipulated by the Buddhist monks, becoming a separate existence.

Wei Yuan tapped his fingers lightly on the table, frowning at the instinctive dislike of this speculation.

This was just a speculation.

It was based on the process of absorbing the true spirit residue from long-term wearing of magical artifacts and recovering memories. From the fact that in that life, he risked everything to avenge the First Emperor, and after the revenge, he broke the Overlord's Spear as if it were a ritual and threw the jade dragon pendant into the Huai River, it could be seen that his past self had great respect for the First Emperor. The jade dragon that was once worn by the First Emperor would definitely not be far from him, and would certainly leave a strong true spirit aura on the jade dragon pendant.

But when he touched the jade dragon pendant, he only saw the memories of the jade spirit itself.

This led to a simple deduction—

Something had happened to the true spirit residue belonging to Wei Yuan on the jade dragon pendant.

And if the jade dragon pendant fell into the hands of the monks, leading to the legend of Wu Zhiqi and the Gengchen being replaced by the legend of 'the monks subduing the Water Mother,' then the situation became even clearer. The disappearance of the true spirit residue in that life was definitely related to the Buddhist monks.

It also meant that Wei Yuan's true spirit residue after his death in a certain life was directly utilized by the Buddhist monks.

It could have been transformed into a Vajra guardian, or accompanied by Jialan, becoming one of the legends of the monks.

Wei Yuan's tapping on the table stopped, and a hint of annoyance appeared in his heart. It was like his own things had been stolen, but upon careful consideration, it seemed that he was the one who had been stolen. What exactly was going on...

Wei Yuan suppressed the annoyance in his heart and just couldn't help but mock himself.

He really couldn't rest in peace even after death.

He successfully unlocked the achievement of 'Difficult Brothers' with Wu Zhiqi.

Wei Yuan put away the jade dragon pendant and did not act rashly to confirm his speculation as the truth, but only listed it as one of the possibilities. Whether it was really true or just his own misjudgment, he would have to wait for further evidence.

Wei Yuan contemplated and thought that although there was no true spirit residue of his own on the jade dragon pendant, from the residual images in the Overlord's Spear, he should have been involved in the First Emperor's conquest of the mountains and destruction of the temples in that life. In addition, the final breaking of the spear and throwing of the jade dragon pendant was also done at the place of the Huai River's sacrifice. If he brought the jade dragon pendant there, he should be able to obtain some information.

At the very least, he could confirm whether the true spirit residue from that life was related to the Buddhist monks.

But that place was very close to where Xiangjun was located.

If his speculation was correct, his past self was one of the three thousand people involved in the conquest of the mountains and destruction of the temples.

Rushing there might result in retaliation from the two Xiang River goddesses.

Although the possibility was not very high, he had to be cautious. Wei Yuan contemplated for a moment and thought that the Huai River and the Xiang River were actually quite close. In ancient times, the Xiang River was controlled by the Huai River Water God. Perhaps he could find a way to ask Wu Zhiqi for some power, without needing to reach the level of the previous time when the Water God went on an eastern tour, just enough to protect himself.

If something went wrong, he would be able to protect himself and avoid most of the danger.

As for how to persuade Wu Zhiqi, Wei Yuan was already confident.

Wu Zhiqi was a god from ancient times, and for such ancient-minded gods, it was completely reasonable to offer sacrifices in exchange for protection and a certain degree of empowerment. It was a recognized rule.

The process and subject of the sacrifice needed to follow the changes of the times.

There was no need for ritual dances, no need for shamanic prayers, no need for long periods of altar symbols.

There was no longer a need for animal sacrifices, incense offerings, and certainly no need for blood, flesh, or fine wine.

What should be offered to him was the highest configuration of modern technology, a computer, a game console, a complete collection of the Civilization series, paired with a new flavor of Happy Water, and an underwater WeChat power generator to enjoy endless power.

Wei Yuan rubbed his forehead and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

This was the legendary Happy Altar of Wu Zhiqi.

In fact, he didn't need to mention it. Based on Wu Zhiqi's previous state, he should have already discovered that some things could not be done on a mobile phone, and would come to him on his own initiative. By then, he would naturally be able to make his own requests and take a certain degree of initiative.

After thinking it over, Wei Yuan tore off the things he had written down to organize his thoughts.With a flick of his hand, the symbol fire rose and consumed the palm.

The profound spells of the Taiping Dao were beyond his current level of cultivation, but he had already mastered the lower-level magical abilities, allowing him to summon them at will. This was one of the reasons he hoped to gain the memories of past spirits. According to Nujiao, every time he reincarnated into the mortal realm, it was during a time of upheaval in Shen Zhou.

Now, with the resurgence of spiritual energy and the spread of demons and ghosts, it seemed to confirm Nujiao's words.

He needed strength.

To prevent past regrets from recurring.

Apart from his daily cultivation, obtaining true spirits was a way to increase his strength.

Being able to gain the memories of the past, acquire knowledge and some unknown secrets, and even understand the reason for the cessation of spiritual energy. Whenever there was chaos in the world, he would inevitably be reincarnated. Wei Yuan did not believe that the cessation of spiritual energy would not affect the fate of Shen Zhou.

In other words, during the time when spiritual energy ceased, he had definitely appeared.

Perhaps he should actively collect or come into contact with some ancient artifacts.

For example, the end of the Qin Dynasty and the beginning of the Han Dynasty, or the chaotic times of the Three Kingdoms.

Wei Yuan contemplated and pondered. A car stopped outside the museum, and then, the old Daoist who had given him the Five Thunder Scriptures and Shen Jifeng, who wore large-framed glasses and had a handsome yet slightly unkempt appearance, got out of the car and knocked on the museum door.

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The old Daoist looked at the museum with some lingering trepidation.

But with the younger generation present, he had to maintain the dignity of his elders and stepped inside.

Shen Jifeng greeted familiarly, "Master Wei, I'm here to bother you again."

Wei Yuan had borrowed his phone from her twice before, so they were quite familiar with each other.

The old Daoist smiled and nodded, saying, "It's been a while, Daoist Wei."

He saw the museum owner wearing simple modern clothes, with only a yellow cloth tied around his right arm. He seemed to have lost the oppressive aura he had seen in his dream, and instead exuded a sense of kindness and warmth that made the old man almost doubt whether the appearance of the warlord's spear in his dream was just a coincidence or an illusion.

Moreover, he had previously checked the records and found no mention of Quanzhou during the Qin and Han Dynasties.

He couldn't help but wonder if the person in front of him had also seen the warlord's spear.

So he pondered, and dreams came to him at night.

Wei Yuan poured two cups of tea for them.

The old Daoist picked up the teacup and took a sip, then got to the point, saying, "Master Wei, there is a senior cultivator who is seeking seclusion and needs to stay here for a while. I wonder if it is convenient for you to tell us the name and identity of this reclusive person?"

Thinking of what Yu Ji had lamented, Wei Yuan replied, "This matter should be inquired about with the senior cultivator herself."

"But she has expressed her sorrow that time has passed and old friends are no longer around. Many old friends have also changed their appearance, causing her more grief. So she asked me to help with this matter."

The old Daoist fell silent. He had been practicing for almost a hundred years.

His own experiences, combined with helping some reclusive cultivators return to society after many years in the mountains, had made him feel the desolation of seeing familiar people who had long since passed away.

The feeling of homesickness was even more pronounced, and he dared not ask about the newcomers.

This kind of small but long-lasting emotion was more likely to appear in cultivators.

He was lost in thought for a moment, and then said with emotion, "Indeed."

Following the usual process of settling reclusive cultivators, the old Daoist asked Wei Yuan whether the cultivator who wanted to stay here would pose a danger to the mortal world. Then he had Wei Yuan fill out several guarantee forms. With the advancement of modern technology and the increasing number of cultivators integrating into the mortal world, this was necessary work.

Wei Yuan had no choice but to sign all of them.

The old man's face softened, and he said, "Next, we just need to meet that fellow cultivator."

After a pause, he smiled and added, "But I think she should be able to adapt to this era."

Wei Yuan nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "Speaking of which, I have a small request. Although I have many things here, most of them are replicas, and there are no genuine artifacts from the end of the Qin Dynasty and the beginning of the Han Dynasty. Do you know where I can find genuine artifacts from that time?"

An interest in ancient artifacts was not uncommon.

The old man pondered for a moment and couldn't think of anything, so he said, "Let me go back and check."

"After that, I will have Jifeng send the specific list of items to you."

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you."

He poured the old man another cup of tea, and Shen Jifeng, who was sitting next to him, curiously asked, "Master Wei, why are you suddenly interested in the artifacts from the end of the Qin Dynasty and the beginning of the Han Dynasty?"

Wei Yuan replied, "I just suddenly became interested and wanted to learn more about it."

Shen Jifeng suddenly realized and said, "Are you trying to add to the museum's collection?"

Before she could ask any more questions, she heard footsteps, and Shen Jifeng turned to see two people returning. Her eyes lit up as she recognized one of them as the senior cultivator she had helped settle in before, a graceful and gentle young woman.

The other woman wore a red dress and exuded both a heroic and gentle aura.

She was carrying a box on her back.

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "The fellow cultivator who needs help settling in has returned."

He got up to open the door, and the bell on the door rang lightly. The old Daoist also turned to look, and then saw the woman walking towards them from the afternoon sun, her red dress swaying like a blooming peony. Her features were heroic, and her black hair was tied up with a hairpin, adding a touch of gentleness. As she walked into the dimming sunset, it was as if she had crossed through a memory.In an instant, the old man's thoughts were stagnant, his hand trembling slightly, and the teacup fell to the ground without realizing it, making a cracking sound, much like the vague jade chime in his memory.

He seemed to be back to when he was five years old.

The steps were swept clean, and the setting sun looked like blood, as a woman in a red dress walked up the mountain.

"Young Taoist, is your master here?"

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Clatter!

The old Taoist suddenly stood up, unable to believe that the woman, who had not changed at all compared to his memory, was standing there.

His behavior, which was different from his usual calm and shock, drew a surprised look from Shen Jifeng. He even saw his senior uncle with a sense of constraint. The old Taoist with white hair took the initiative to speak, "....Senior, is that you...?"

Yu Ji was stunned for a moment, looking at the white-haired Taoist who had already been given the Five Thunder Method, and after a moment of recollection, her expression softened as she said, "So it's you."

"Time has passed so long, I remember, you were only five or six years old at that time..."

The red dress remained the same, and she gestured with her hand, saying, "At that time, you peeked at the gun, and the evil spirit stimulated you, so you remembered it for a long time."

"I didn't expect that the little rascal from back then would become a high-level cultivator of the Taoist sect."

The old Taoist sighed complexly, saying, "So you're going to live here today. I thought it was a fellow cultivator who was in seclusion..." His thoughts were stagnant, and he suddenly realized that he had subconsciously regarded the person who needed to go through the procedures as an ordinary cultivator, as the reason for those ordinary people who had been away from the world for decades, and subconsciously turned to look at the museum owner next to him.

Seeing his gentle expression, as he took the shopping bag from the girl next to him.

His pupils contracted slightly...

It was because of the tone of the other party just now, which placed this woman in the red dress on an equal footing.

So he had a misconception...

Equality...

He subconsciously thought of that dream again, and suddenly, a loud and excited whistle sounded, and the box that had left a great shadow in the old Taoist's memory suddenly rose up. The Overlord's Spear struggled to break free from the seal, but at this moment, it regained a bit of spirituality and rushed towards Wei Yuan with the wooden box, much like the Overlord in the dream wielding the spear, but was pressed down by the modern young man with short hair and held in his hand.

The Overlord's Spear let out a low whine, filled with intense hostility, which could be felt even through the box.

The old Taoist opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing.

When he took his leave, Wei Yuan saw the two Taoists off, and finally said, "....Thank you both for what you said."

The old Taoist looked at him deeply.

Something from the end of the Qin Dynasty and the beginning of the Han Dynasty...

So that's how it is.

He nodded in agreement and said, "....This poor Taoist understands."

PS: The first update today... struggling to write... thank you for the reward from "Seeing White Hair in the Mirror," I hope to finish the second update soon...