An ancient way of delivering messages

The cold Taoist priest suddenly turned into a tiger, with cold and ruthless light yellow pupils. He raised his hand and attacked the monk. Wei Yuan saw the Taoist priest's palm with one eye, but saw the tiger's claws with the other eye, piercing the monk's heart.

With another flick of his sleeve, a fierce wind blew away the old monk's soul and pierced his heart.

Then the cold Taoist priest looked sideways.

The real body that Wei Yuan saw was also a tiger with its forehead raised and claws pressed, full of murderous aura.

Then he vaguely saw what happened before. Wei Yuan vaguely saw the tiger coming to the Taoist temple, and saw this tiger climbing up the mountain from the foot of the mountain, eating people as it climbed. The first person it ate was the real young Taoist priest, and then another Taoist priest who looked a little smooth.

The tiger climbed higher and higher, and ate more and more people.

The meaning of this picture is that the first person killed by this tiger was the young Taoist priest, and then it hid in this mountain, constantly harming people, and taking this opportunity to practice continuously. Wei Yuan also recognized this majestic tiger, it was the mountain tiger that had escaped earlier by pretending to be a brocade-feathered bird.

"Sure enough... the one killed by the action team in Chixia Temple was not a mountain tiger at all."

Wei Yuan opened his eyes, and the divination was over.

He thought a little and could judge that the mountain tiger might have once again played the trick of escaping from the shell, and it was not just escaping from the shell, it also gave up its body, divine position, and even part of its soul. According to the theory of practice, this is to gradually abandon all external things as false, leaving only a little spirituality between one's eyebrows as true.

Get rid of the false and keep the true.

This is the great way to cultivate the primordial spirit.

Not only is it a fierce tiger, but it is also as cunning as a fox.

Wei Yuan pondered, closed his eyes again, and used the six-line method to calculate again.

Ningxin calmed down, and a little true spirit just thought of the current location of Shanjun, and then the six numbers in the spirit platform were thought of before, and these six numbers formed a hexagram, but this time, Wei Yuan could not predict anything. All he saw was a blank and confused, with surging water and undulating mountains.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Failed.

It may have been noticed by Shanjun just now. Shanjun could not have noticed Wuzhiqi's power. It is very likely that it noticed that its own concealment method was ineffective, and then deduced that it was being predicted, and then directly "hid" it.

With Wuzhiqi next to Wei Yuan, there is no need to worry about being counterattacked, but Wuzhiqi's aura can only prevent Wei Yuan from being disturbed, but it cannot make his divination ability stronger than Shanjun, who was originally a great demon in the Qin and Han Dynasties and was also granted the title of earth god.

Wei Yuan couldn't help whispering in his heart.

Not only is he as cunning as a fox, but he is also as cautious as a mouse.

With a heart as cautious as walking on thin ice, he does fierce things like a tiger. His heart of seeking the truth is deep and firm, and his actions are cruel and ruthless.

These ancient monsters really cannot be underestimated.

Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows. He did discover the mountain king himself, and because of this, he was noticed by the mountain king. However, given the mountain king's caution, it is possible that he will not act rashly for a certain period of time. He will choose to hide in the mountains and strive for a certain period of stability.

Wei Yuan wanted to get up immediately to pass the message, but he thought that the picture seen by the true spirit needed to be recorded with a special jade slip, and then go through other procedures. The tedious and troublesome process would take at least two days, which was a waste of time.

He pondered for a long time, looking at Wuzhiqi who was fighting happily in the dream, thinking.

Said: "Shui Jun, you play first, I'll go out for a while."

Wu Zhiqi waved his hand to signal Wei Yuan to go by himself, his eyes still fixed on the game screen, He controlled his strength to perfectly enjoy the joy of the game, after playing a round, he drank a sip of wine with satisfaction, and then reacted.

Go out?

This is your dream, where are you going?

When he looked up, Wei Yuan was gone, but since the dream was still there, the game was still there, He didn't think much about it, and lowered his head happily, and started the next round with a click.

......

Wei Yuan, wearing the feathers of Guan Guan, jumped out of his dream.

In the middle of the night, Quan City fell into a deep sleep.

The steel city is hidden in the night, like a dark jungle, and in this jungle built by modern people, there are dreams hanging one by one, like the mottled sunlight, the shadow is the trace of sunlight on the earth, and the dream is the fruit left by life through people's hearts.

Even if they themselves have never noticed it.

Dreams decorate the silent city in the dark, and the museum owner in a black buttoned shirt gently falls, and then quickly falls in this dream city. He raised his hand, and suddenly a black umbrella appeared in his hand.

The black umbrella opened, and Wei Yuan's body violated the laws of reality and was blown up.

Like a dandelion passing through the jungle.

He passed through the mottled and broken dreams, raised his hand to press his hair to prevent it from being blown too messy by the wind.

After floating for a long time, Wei Yuan finally landed on the ground. With a shake of his palm, the umbrella in his hand disappeared. Wei Yuan looked at his hand and exclaimed: "It's really a dream. I can make anything I want."

"It would be great if it could be like this in reality."

A piece of candy appeared in his hand and he stuffed it into his mouth.

Wei Yuan identified the direction, jumped in one dream after another, and quickly went to the destination.

He was looking for the dream of Zhang Hao of the special operations team.

In fact, he thought very simply. Instead of finding the jade inscription himself and then telling Zhang Hao and the others, it would be better to let Zhang Hao see the mountain king directly in the dream. It was simple and quick. Whether it was the true spirit or the breath, the whole story was explained clearly.

Wei Yuan wore the Guan Guan feather, which could keep his intelligence in his dream.

And this thing was rarely seen in the human world after the mountain and sea beasts were expelled by Yu.

He never thought that the Guan Guan feather could be used in this way.

If this thing can be popularized, maybe...

Wei Yuan's thoughts condensed slightly, and then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Well,

Maybe a bunch of people who were plundered and skinned will appear, holding banners, angrily accusing the action team of exploiting the mountain and sea beasts?

At this time, he felt a familiar breath and restrained his emotions.

Stopped, in front of him was the place where the special action team members lived. Of course, it was called the family community of a certain company, which was quite down-to-earth.

Wei Yuan directly found Zhang Hao's dream and walked in. Although there was no help from the human in the dream this time, his own understanding of Taoism was rising, so it was easy to do this.

Zhang Hao lived alone, the action team uniforms were hung up straight, and the room was tidy.

In the dream, Zhang Hao stood on the garden path and walked forward. He saw Shen Jifeng walking towards him quickly in front of him, and his heartbeat accelerated. The girl was still wearing a white coat that was standard for researchers, a simple white ponytail, and her glasses could hardly cover her clear eyes.

Zhang Hao mustered up the courage to speak.

But Shen Jifeng just lowered her head, pretending not to notice him, and walked away quickly.

Zhang Hao opened his mouth and his raised hand fell down.

He couldn't remember how many times the girl ignored him. He was worried that this junior sister who often cooperated with him had someone in her heart. Then he thought, it must be so, so she deliberately didn't want to pay attention to me.

Every time he chatted with her, he was absent-minded and careless.

Zhang Hao was depressed and tangled, and his dream became drowsy, and he didn't even know where the petals fell from, and the mood was cold.

"..."

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched. He had never expected that the usually tough Zhang Hao would be sentimental.

He restrained his distracting thoughts, nurtured a little spirituality in his fingers, and put in the picture of the mountain king. Zhang Hao was walking aimlessly, and suddenly found that the road in front of him had changed dramatically. He paused and appeared in a house.

Because it was a dream, Zhang Hao did not have any doubts and did not feel anything wrong.

He saw two monks, one old and one young, and a Taoist priest in front of him.

Just as he was about to step forward to say hello, he suddenly saw that the Taoist priest actually attacked, his right hand turned directly into a sharp claw, and killed the young monk, and then he flicked his sleeves, and the old monk coughed up blood and fell to the ground. Zhang Hao was startled, and then instinctively stepped forward. I don't know when a sword appeared in his hand, and a gun in his left hand.

He emptied the bullets in the gun in one breath, but the young Taoist priest was unharmed.

Looking up again, the Taoist priest appeared directly in front of him.

His eyes were cold.

Zhang Hao suddenly raised his hand and drew his sword.

The Taoist pressed down with his palm, and the sword tip broke into pieces, and pieces flew up. Zhang Hao widened his eyes and saw the Taoist's true appearance and his light yellow pupils clearly. Then, the young Taoist turned into a tiger, roaring and rushing towards him, with murderous aura.

Zhang Hao's pupils contracted.

Then, the world suddenly froze.

The world was shrouded in a layer of dim yellow, like amber, the cold image of the young Taoist, the real and terrifying tiger, the dead monk, the flowing blood, the flying sword fragments, everything was real, but everything stopped moving, like a silent film.

Only the feeling of Zhang Hao's heart beating wildly made the feeling of fear emerge.

Step, step, step

Suddenly, footsteps sounded one by one.

Zhang Hao turned his head subconsciously and saw the museum owner wearing black clothes with red cloud patterns on the hem. He saw him holding a black umbrella and approaching step by step in the dim and frozen world.

Zhang Hao was shocked: "Master Wei? Why are you here?"

Wei Yuan said: "Something happened."

He pointed to the tiger in front and asked: "Zhang Hao, do you know who he is?"

Zhang Hao was still frightened and replied: "It's Shanjun."

"I once felt a similar breath on his statue, but it was not so strong."

Wei Yuan nodded and said: "It's him."

"Shanjun is not dead yet. He is still hiding in Jiangnan Road. He acted in the appearance of that young man before."

"Do you remember it?"

Zhang Hao nodded, and Wei Yuan said: "Please tell the action team."

His voice paused slightly, and he smiled apologetically:

"I'm sorry for giving you a nightmare."

Zhang Hao was still puzzled.

Wei Yuan smiled without answering, and pointed the umbrella in his hand at the ground in front.

The feathers of the strange bird and the understanding of Taoism in the previous life were used at this moment.

Then, Zhang Hao's dream was completely shattered. All the colors and patterns fell like broken glass, leaving pure darkness. Wei Yuan also walked out of Zhang Hao's dream. Zhang Hao on the bed was still sleeping, but he would wake up naturally soon.

Wei Yuan was originally planning to leave, but before leaving, he thought again, what if Zhang Hao thought this was just a dream?

Glancing at the white paper on the table and the ink used by the action team, Wei Yuan was thoughtful.

After leaving a trace, he left.

After going out, he originally planned to go back directly to see how Wuzhiqi was doing, but he happened to see Shen Jifeng's dream not far away. His mobile phone and Wuzhiqi's two mobile phones were provided by this girl. She also experienced some adventures with Wei Yuan in the ghost domain before.

At this moment, the dream seemed to be the part where he met Zhang Hao on the road. Wei Yuan was a little curious. After thinking about it, he conjured up an ancient coin, raised his hand and used the money to divine once, confirming that he would not encounter any impolite things in the dream, and then went in to look.

In the dream, Shen Jifeng was walking on the road.

She completely ignored who the humanoid creature was walking in front of her.

She ignored what the humanoid creature was going to do when he raised his hand.

Her eyebrows frowned and she fell into deep thought-

"Hmm..."

"For today's experiment, should we use the first dose group, or try again with half the dose?"

"Let's cut it in half and do another group."

The girl left quickly.

Leaving behind the distraught Zhang Hao.

Wei Yuan: "..."

......

Zhang Hao suddenly opened his eyes.

He seemed to have a nightmare, dreaming that Menghushanjun killed people, and he was almost killed.

He also dreamed of the owner of the Wei Pavilion.

This dream was too real. Zhang Hao sat on the bed for a long time before the lingering fear slowly subsided. But for some reason, he knew very clearly what the mountain tiger and the young Taoist in the dream looked like. He even knew clearly that this was a mountain tiger and knew that he had to report it.

But this was just a dream...

It was just a random thought. What you think about during the day will appear in your dreams at night.

But I haven't thought about mountain tigers recently.

Because this dream was too real and too scary, Zhang Hao felt a little dry in the mouth. He stood up to pour water, turned on the light, picked up the water cup, and his sight shifted. He immediately saw a piece of paper on the table and was stunned.

He remembered that he should have cleaned up the table before going to bed.

So he subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at it. Then his sight was slightly fixed. He saw that the paper was dim and dim, as if it had experienced a long time. He saw that the red ink on the paper turned into two ancient seal characters, the two words Wei Yuan, clear and real.