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Chapter 217: Perseverance and Thought (Thanks to Shen Zhou Wan Reward)

The Taiping Taoist sat down in confusion, and then he remembered to salute, and Wei Yuan raised his hand to press him down.

"Sit down first, there's no need for this."

Wei Yuan just smiled and said, "Sit down." The soul actually sat down.

There was a confused look on his face.

Wei Yuan sighed secretly.

After death, the true spirit wears away.

In the first seven years, only the last bit of obsession is left, and this obsession will drive the soul to the place where it is most persistent before it finally dissipates.

Usually, you will return to your physical body, or in other words, you will find yourself.

The soul looks at the body, looks at itself, and realizes that it is dead, so it either laughs suddenly, or cries in sorrow, and returns to heaven and earth.

Or maybe he would go back to his parents and blood relatives and watch them cry for him all night long. Finally, he would let go of his attachment, sigh, turn his head, and walk out of the house without looking back, slowly dissipating.

But people like Taiping Taoists did not go to find their physical bodies or their relatives after death. Instead, they found Wei Yuan. This made him a little confused. He could only attribute it to this being a special situation. Wei Yuan went there during the day.

I vaguely felt that something was watching me, so I didn't go to bed after early morning.

I moved the soul-nourishing tree to the middle of the museum and waited for guests to come.

Unexpectedly, it was the lonely soul of Taiping Road.

………………

Wei Yuan didn't ask, just sat calmly.

Perhaps it was because the night was getting darker and the yin energy was rising, or perhaps because of the effect of the soul-nourishing tree, the expression on Taiping Taoist's face gradually became more awake and no longer dazed. Finally, at three o'clock in the morning, the yin energy was rising.

When he was at his most angry, a glimmer of intelligence finally returned to his eyes.

He looked around blankly, then looked at Wei Yuan, with a trace of expectation and joy in his eyes, he stood up and saluted:

"Second Heavenly Master..."

Wei Yuan stopped his gesture of saluting, asked the water ghost to bring the bowl of rice, put it on the table, and said:

"Today is your first seven."

"No need to be so formal."

His voice paused, and suddenly he felt that this statement was a bit strange.

Without changing his tone, he turned to ask: "You came to me, do you have something to say?"

As long as you don't say anything, it's fine if I think I can still save him.

Wei Yuan joked to himself in his heart, but felt that his mood was still quite heavy. The Taiping Taoist held the bowl but did not use his chopsticks to eat, saying: "I just want to tell the traitor all his tricks and skills.

Celestial Master, I am willing to let the Celestial Master rectify his Dharma and correct the style of the Taiping Department."

He is nothing but a soul at the moment.

Ordinary people lie without changing their expressions and can even disguise themselves.

If the true spirit is not stated clearly, it will have external manifestations.

This is not the purpose of his coming.

I think I have other plans.

Wei Yuan looked at the Taiping Taoist, looked away, and did not point out anything, just smiled and nodded:

"Very good."

………………

The water ghost went to get a stack of paper.

Record what this person said.

"No one knows that man's name. It's just that he received the inheritance from the Ministry of Taiping, so he calls himself the Taiping Tiangong. Sometimes he also says that he is the Tiangong General of this era. After he became famous, it was spread that he was the contemporary Taiping.

Taoist Master."

"He is extremely cunning. He is good at the Yellow Turban Warrior Curse, the Taoist Golden Light Curse, and also has escape techniques, which are from the Miao border. He designs weapon solutions and Gu insect escape. His spells are best at exorcising spirits, enchanting spirits, and the like.

I have some mastery of means, thunder method, wind method, and fire method, but I'm afraid I'm not very proficient in it, just to the extent that I can use it."

"But if you can master the art of Taiping, even if you are not good at it, you can be upgraded to a very powerful level."

"The magic weapon he used was a soul-summoning bell that he got after killing a sect in western Hunan, and a magic sword... Later he made several names in China, and once angered the Heavenly Master, the old man

At that time, the Celestial Master seemed not to be able to succeed the Celestial Master, and seemed to be planning to go down the mountain. The traitor was frightened when he heard the news, and escaped from China to Sakurajima overnight."

"It wasn't until the old Heavenly Master succeeded the Heavenly Master that he couldn't easily go down the mountain. Several years had passed before he dared to come back again."

"During that time, we also followed him in Sakurajima."

The soul of the Taiping Taoist, while his true spirit was still awake, told everything he knew, including the general experience of the Taiping Taoist master, and what he knew about the spells that the latter was good at, water ghost.

The pen moved like flying, but in the end it was impossible to directly control the water flow to turn it into words on the paper.

About an hour passed before I could finish speaking.

Wei Yuan looked at the Taiping Tao monk with a ferocious death expression calmly, and said in a calm tone: "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Then, then..."

This true spirit was worn away and only the soul of obsession was left. His tone was sluggish, and he suddenly fell to the ground, kowtowed for a long time, and choked with sobs:

"Disciple asks the next heavenly master to show great mercy."

"For the sake of my disciple's atonement for my sins, let me... let me take care of my mother."

"After the disciple left, she was the only one left. I couldn't worry or worry..."

The man couldn't speak a word, kowtowed heavily, and his eyes were already red.

Wei Yuan was silent.

This man wandered around the world for seven days, and finally his obsession drove him to come here, not to see his mother, but to find someone to support his lonely old mother in her old age.

He raised his hand to support the Taoist soul and said, "Stand up and speak."

………………

"Don't you still have a wife?"

After the Taoist had managed to stabilize his mood, Wei Yuan suggested that he write a few letters.

While the Taoist was holding the pen, he suddenly thought of the time when he wanted to save this Taoist. In the illusion, the latter had a wife and children. The Taoist paused and said:

"That's just an illusion. Disciple, I've been away from home for thirty years and haven't dared to go home. I'm afraid that the traitor will be ruthless and secretly attack my family. As a result, in the illusion, I ran home regardless of everything. At that time, everything

No matter what, I just want to go home and see my mother."

"Thirty years away from home?"

"Um."

"I was taken away when I was a child. I was a little over nine years old at that time. My mother said there was no oil at home and asked me to get a pot of oil and come back. I still remember that the pear tree at home had just been planted at that time. My mother said no more oil.

In a year’s time, you will be able to see pear blossoms, and in autumn there will be a few small pears, so you won’t have to go out and buy them.”

"When I went out to get oil, I saw a pear blossom blooming on the pear tree. It was very small, but it really bloomed." The Taoist emphasized: "I thought about it and told my mother when I came back after getting oil.

It will bloom this year, will there be pears to eat this year?”

"I can still remember it very clearly now."

His voice paused for a long time and said, "Then I met that person."

"I followed him in a daze."

"Several years passed, and I didn't think of my mother. I just often saw the pear blossom in my dreams. Sometimes when I woke up, my pillow was all wet. Later, I couldn't even dream about it until March.

I finally remembered it again after my cultivation stabilized at the age of ten, but I was afraid. I only dared to take a look at my house from a distance when I passed by, and didn't even dare to change my expression."

"I have seen many pear blossoms and eaten many pears, but no flower can compare to that one."

"Master Citian, if you have a chance, you can go and take a look. The pear blossoms will bloom beautifully."

Wei Yuan was silent for a while and said, "So, your wife."

The Taoist was stunned, smiled, and just said:

"It's the girl I liked when I was little, the neighbor's daughter."

"I have moved out a long time ago. I am probably married now and my children are going to high school."

His tone seemed to be understatement, but his eyes were slightly red.

Finally, he wrote one letter after another. He didn't stop writing until the morning light in the sky was dimming and the Yin Qi was about to dissipate. Generally speaking, the true spirit of a person's soul dissipates seven days after death.

After the catastrophe of heaven and earth, they will turn into fierce ghosts, but the three in the Weiyuan Museum are not serious ghosts and can live forever in the world, which is extremely rare.

Wei Yuan put away the letter and said, "Let's go see your mother again."

The Taoist was stunned.

Wei Yuan casually took out the black umbrella that had been dusted for a long time. This was the thing he had used when he first came into contact with Crouching Tiger. He opened the umbrella and with a flick, he took the Taoist's soul into it. At this moment

, the Yin Qi has not completely dissipated, and the Yang Qi has not really shined all over the earth, it is the time when Yin and Yang are about to cut off.

Wei Yuan opened the door of the museum and stepped out.

Following the guidance of the soul in the umbrella, Wei Yuan rode the flowing wind. There were not many people on the road at this time, so he did not need to be covert. Soon, when the sky was slightly brighter, Wei Yuan arrived at a small town.

inside.

Urban construction is changing more and more with each passing day.

The Taoist's mother has not moved away from here for thirty years.

There are only some old streets left here, old and lifeless. The pear tree in the yard is still there and has grown tall and thick. However, it is already autumn, so the pear blossoms are naturally gone and all the pears have fallen.

The Taoist soul stood in front of the window and saw his mother through the curtains.

Both eyes were already red.

It's just that his soul has no tears, so he can't cry.

After a long time, he took a deep look at his mother and stepped back step by step.

Wei Yuan said: "Aren't you going to take another look?"

The Taoist grinned and said, "I won't read it anymore. If I read it again, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave."

"Then it becomes an obsession. If you persist in your obsession, you will become a devil."

He wiped his eyes and said:

"This disciple is led by the Ministry of Taiping. No matter what, I don't want to become a vicious ghost who harms others."

"Is it……"

Finally, the man knelt down, kowtowed three times towards the old house, and turned to leave.

But there was a hand on his shoulder. The Taoist turned his head in shock and said: "Second Heavenly Master..."

Wei Yuan said: "What did you call me?"

The Taoist was stunned for a moment and said: "Second Heavenly Master?"

Wei Yuan looked into the distance and said seriously:

"Since you call me Heavenly Master once, I can't sit back and ignore it..."

His voice paused, he laughed at himself and shook his head: "That's all, this is just an excuse."

"Always help when you encounter someone."

He casually slapped the man on the shoulder, causing him to stagger and stumble forward. Wei Yuan gently turned the black umbrella in his hand and said:

"Let's go."

He entered a ray of divine power, but did not cast a spell. He just followed the trend. The law comes from the heart. He watched the man stumble forward and stood at the door. In a daze, he saw the man disintegrate into light dust.

The light dust flew upwards and poured into the pear tree.

"Does the true spirit live in trees and avoid the rules of heaven and earth?"

"It can be considered a road."

Wei Yuan shook his head, took back his umbrella, turned around and left.

Next to them are the water ghost and the Qi family army spirit, one on the left and one on the right.

The water ghost clicked his tongue and said: "What a pity, I thought he could see his mother."

"The result turned into a tree, which is no different from scattering into the world."

Junhun retorted: "How can this be what you said?"

The water ghost clicked his tongue, spread his hands, and said:

"He has taken advantage of a loophole to avoid dissipation, but once his spirituality comes out, it will definitely dissipate, so he can only be a tree, and he can't talk or take care of him.

What's the difference between his mother and disappearing?"

Qi Jiajun's military spirit shook his head and said: "The difference is huge."

He said sternly: "In spring, when the pear trees are full of trees, and I send you incense in my dreams, isn't this considered as accompanying my parents? In the hot summer, is it not considered filial piety to provide a shade for my mother? In autumn, when I am free, the fallen leaves are everywhere.

When you step on it, the sound will be soft and crisp. When the weather is cold in winter, it is also good to decorate it and wrap it in silver."

"He can stay with his mother in the following years, even if he is silent. Isn't this more filial than most people in the world?"

The water ghost was silent for a while and said: "That's true."

"But there's no way they can meet again after all, right?"

Wei Yuan said: "See you again."

The two ghosts were stunned, and Wei Yuan tapped the black umbrella in his hand on the ground, without turning his head, and said softly: "Over the years, we have letters written by him here. They are sent every few months, or the flowers bloom in spring, or the snow falls in winter, and wait until

When his mother's life is approaching, he should come out of the tree..."

"See my mother one last time."

"Let mother see him again."

"Even if the next step is to lose your soul."

The two ghosts were stunned. The water ghost was suddenly startled. He sniffed and said strangely: "Where did the fragrance come from?"

Qi's army soldier said: "What are you talking about? It's the end of autumn."

"Huh? No, it really smells good."

Wei Yuan paused, surprised, and turned his head.

I saw the pear branches and leaves in the old yard fluttering. In this late autumn season, white flowers bloomed one after another. Then just a slight breeze blew, and the whole tree was as white as snow, with a light and long-lasting fragrance.

It just escaped and got on Wei Yuan's sleeves.

The pear blossoms on the tree swayed slightly, like a Taoist holding his hand.

Wei Yuan took a deep look and took out the first letter written by the Taoist before. With a flick of his finger, the breeze blew and wiped the letter across the top of the pear tree, carrying a wisp of wind and a flower.

White flowers fell gently in front of the window.

The heat of late autumn is irritating.

But as soon as the pear blossoms bloom, their plain white appearance makes people feel like they are back in spring or mid-winter, with a sense of coolness. Some early risers open the window and first see the white color, and then they are overwhelmed by the fragrance of the flowers.

He asked in surprise: "Why did it bloom?"

"Or is it snowing?"

A whole quaint, not so advanced and prosperous small town was awakened by this old pear tree, and it was pulled back to spring. A person opened the door and was surprised by this unbelievable scene and the previous silence.

It suddenly became lively and lively.

The water ghost and the soldier soul were stunned.

Gotta get, gotta get.

The black umbrella tapped the ground gently, and the two ghosts turned their heads and saw the crowd rushing towards the pear tree.

But the young owner of the museum went against the flow of people, holding an umbrella behind his back, and walked away.

PS: The first update today... 4,200 words, thanks to the boat-breaking reward, today should be the third update~


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