Wei Yuan looked at the goddess in astonishment and repeated the girl's words:
"Sleep now? Here?"
The goddess nodded and said, "If it is a spell, then if you fall asleep now, you may be able to detect some clues, and then you can confirm where your dream comes from and whether it is related to the mountain king."
Since the girl said so, Wei Yuan had to lie on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling. The sofa couldn't let him put his whole body down. His calves were hanging down. The goddess, who was wearing a long skirt and shirt and modern clothes, was leaning on the rattan chair, less than half a meter away from him.
The girl lowered her head and flipped through the book on her knees.
Surrounded by flowers, the sound of fingers scratching the paper was rustling.
White steam rose from the spout of the teapot.
Woo-woo--
It was a bit like when he was a child at his grandmother's house.
Wei Yuan's heart slowly calmed down, and then he fell asleep in a daze.
......
The vision in the dream was still the gloomy sky and earth. The Taoist temple was wrapped in a thick fog that could not be distinguished by the naked eye. Wei Yuan stood in the Taoist temple. The interior of this kind of building was always empty and tall, and it looked extremely gloomy. The stone statue was covered with a golden red cloth, sitting high up and overlooking him, with a surprised smile on the corner of his mouth.
Perhaps it did not expect that this person would come back after breaking free from the dream.
Wei Yuan noticed that he seemed to be closer to the statue this time.
Accompanied by the low roar of the tiger, the entire Taoist temple once again turned into the ferocious head of the tiger, ready to bite fiercely. Wei Yuan raised his hand, and the eight-sided Han sword he usually used appeared in his hand. He raised his hand and slashed horizontally with all his strength, but looking at his long sword that was not much bigger than the tiger's fangs, he was really miserable.
But at this time, Wei Yuan heard a light and fragmented sound.
It was the rustling sound when fingers were drawn across the paper.
The dream froze in an instant. The ferocious tiger and its cold teeth seemed to have lost their colors. The whole world turned gray. Wei Yuan drew his sword and looked around. He was just confused. Then he saw the goddess holding the scroll appeared in his dream.
The goddess walked to Wei Yuan's side, looked at this real dream, stretched out her hand and swept it. Then the dream turned into ashes in an instant. Only a black-based talisman with blood-like lines was left. After the talisman was taken out, the dream also shattered.
Wei Yuan slowly opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the flower shop.
The water in the teapot next to him had just boiled.
The goddess held a talisman in her hand. The talisman seemed to be a living creature with spirit. It kept bumping left and right, trying to fly out, but it could not break free from the girl's palm. Finally, it slowly lost its magic power and spirituality and disappeared.
She looked at Wei Yuan: "It's Boqi."
"There are still some big monsters left in this era."
Wei Yuan asked in confusion: "Boqi?"
The goddess thought for a while and said:
"Boqi eats dreams."
"During the winter of the Qin and Han dynasties, there were often large Nuo sacrifices, in which children sang the song of the twelve beasts eating ghosts. Boqi was responsible for eating dreams. Since he is a big monster that feeds on dreams, it is common for him to control dreams and create illusions."
"When did you make a mortal enemy with Boqi and let it leave a mark on you?"
Wei Yuan was about to shake his head, but he thought of another maid holding a lamp under the seat of the mountain king in the scroll of strange powers and chaos. His expression froze and he told the goddess about this matter , the girl thought for a moment and said:
"If that's the case, it's very likely that the Boqi is a whole monster race that was once subdued by humans to devour evil spirits in dreams. Shanjun was conferred during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, so it's normal for a Boqi to be Shanjun's subordinate."
"It may be because she has a deep relationship with the Painted Skin Brocade Bird that you killed, so she killed you in a dream, or maybe you killed Shanjun's body before and unknowingly left a backup plan. It was the Shanjun who asked you to die in your dream without knowing it."
Wei Yuan opened his mouth and realized once again the meticulous methods of these monsters in ancient times. He smiled bitterly and said:
"If I was devoured by that tiger in my dream..."
The goddess said: "Dreams are related to the soul. If you keep dying in dreams, once the number of times increases, it will cause the three souls and seven spirits to overflow. The soul dies but the body is still alive. In the pre-Qin period, many magic arts were aimed at the soul rather than the body because it was not easy to be tracked and retaliated."
"I have removed this mark, but I am afraid you have been targeted."
"If the mountain king enters the world, he should find you directly. In addition, artificially controlling dreams is a two-way magic. The Burch has just broken free from the seal, and his cultivation should not have recovered much. The Taoist temple you saw may mean that the mountain king and Burch are hiding in the Taoist temple now."
"And And the distance should not be very far. "
"Otherwise, her current magic power should not be able to cast spells in dreams."
The goddess' voice was soft and gentle, and she told Wei Yuan things that he didn't know. The source, cause, and hidden dangers of that strange dream were explained clearly. Wei Yuan calmed down and raised the sword in his hand again. There was another trace of blood on the sword. He asked curiously: "Then this sword is..."
The goddess stretched out her finger and flicked the sword lightly, saying:
"This sword should have killed a lot of demons in a short period of time, right?"
Wei Yuan nodded, followed his memory, and counted one by one:
"Painted Skin, Five Demon Generals, Evil Demon, Ghost King of Ghost Realm, and the original flesh of the mountain king I have come all this way with this sword."
The goddess smiled and said in a brisk and gentle tone: "Then it is normal."
"In ancient times, there were famous swords that could communicate with spirits to warn people. The material and forging craftsmanship of your sword are very good. You have killed these demons and big monsters, and the sword has absorbed the blood of demons and ghosts. It should have its own spirituality. There should be a sword-forging method in the Crouching Tiger inheritance. You can find a way to recast this sword."
"In the pre-Qin period, the countries were in conflict. During the Qin and Han dynasties, the style of chivalry was very strong. In addition to the swordsmanship of fighting each other, there was also the method of "hitting with a sword from a distance". Among them, Lu Goujian was the best, and Lei Bei, the guest official of the King of Huainan during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, was one of them. You are the best among them, you can try to practice. "
"In addition, your broken sword seems to be the place where a ghost resides?"
Wei Yuan nodded, pulled out the broken sword, and told the details of the Qi family soldier's soul. The goddess thought for a while and said, "Then you can transfer his soul to the soul-raising tree in your house. In this way, if the broken sword is damaged in future battles, he will not be injured."
Wei Yuan naturally nodded in agreement, and asked if this kind of magic was also in the inheritance of Crouching Tiger. The goddess put the scroll down casually, got up and walked towards the museum, saying, "This is just a very simple magic. I once met the prime minister of Ji Han. At that time, he was studying the soul-renewal method. I have watched the art, so I know a thing or two about it. It's just a piece of cake for me to help you solve it. "
Wei Yuan asked curiously: "Zhuge Liang, the prime minister of Ji Han?"
"What kind of person is he?"
The goddess thought for a while and replied:
"When he was young, he liked to laugh very much, and he laughed very calmly. He was good at music, writing, playing chess, mechanical arts, Qimen Dunjia, celestial phenomena and earthly evil, and even farming, raising flowers, cooking, and pleasing his wife. It seemed that there was nothing he couldn't do. He was called a genius who might not be inferior to Zhang Daoling if he entered the immortal path."
"But he rarely laughed after he was forty. I once saw him in Nanyang with a few friends. I listened to him singing, but after returning to the mountain for a while, when he came back to the world, he could no longer play the piano and sing like before. "
"It seems that it is because a man named Liu Bei died."
The goddess easily placed the souls of the Qi family soldiers on the soul-raising tree, and then said:
"For us, the feelings between humans are sometimes not so easy to understand."
Wei Yuan nodded, and he sensed from the girl in front of him that the girl had a heavy feeling from the years, which was different from her appearance. Just like just now, she could easily see the origin of some difficult problems for him to solve, and give him guidance on cultivation.
And for him, people or things that were just symbols in history, for the girl, they were real old friends who had met and known each other, and left after saying goodbye to each other.
At this time, the electrical repairman who Wei Yuan had made an appointment with early in the morning came over on a small motorcycle.
Looking at the refrigerator, the calmness on the master's face slowly disappeared.
He held a cigarette and looked at the refrigerator door that seemed to be challenging his career. His hand holding the cigarette was shaking a little. Accidentally? How much strength does it take to accidentally cut such a crack with a kitchen knife? He looked at the elegant goddess and Wei Yuan, who seemed normal. The master said, "Change it. It can't be repaired." He held the cigarette in his mouth and rode away on a small motorcycle. On the way, he thought about whether he should call the police.
If this is domestic violence, and the two people fight, wouldn't the little girl be too pitiful?
Wei Yuan glanced at the dead ghosts who were looking at him eagerly:
"It can't be repaired."
The water ghost fell to the ground and grinned.
Wei Yuan sighed: "I'll go buy it."
So the water ghost stood up again, full of energy.
The goddess looked at the refrigerator and asked curiously, "What is this?"
Wei Yuan was stunned and said, "Didn't the Tianshi Mansion explain it to you?"
Seeing the goddess shaking her head, Wei Yuan had to explain the use of the refrigerator, thought about it, and said:
"I'm going to the home appliance market. Jue, do you want to come with me and take a look outside?"
The goddess pondered for a moment and nodded happily.
After some discussion, they decided to take the bus.
Because the goddess seemed very curious about this modern carriage that could carry many people and wanted to try it herself.
While waiting for the bus, Wei Yuan couldn't help but whispered, "Jue, you know how to take the bus..."
The girl nodded calmly.
Wei Yuan was relieved.
He got on the bus first and turned around.
Seeing the girl stepping up the steps, she took out a piece of silver from her sleeve and stuffed it into the cash register naturally. The silver shone with the unique luster of precious metals, but it made the driver alert. Wei Yuan's eyes twitched, and he raised his hand almost instinctively, swiped the silver in his hand, and then took out the bus card and swiped it, and laughed dryly to the impatient driver:
"I swiped it for her."
Then he winked at Tiannv and sat at the back of the bus.
After thinking about it, Wei Yuan asked Tiannv to sit by the window, and he sat next to her. He opened his hand, looked at the heavy silver in his palm, and his mouth twitched.
It's true.
The girl frowned, tilted her head, looked at Wei Yuan, and said silently:
"What did I do wrong?"
"You have to pay for the bus, there should be nothing wrong with that."
Wei Yuan also said silently: "You have to pay, but this thing can't be used to take the bus."
"Why?"
The bus drove slowly, passing through the old city with a gentle slope. The light red elm-leaf plum petals fell with the wind, and the sun hit the girl's cheek. She looked at Wei Yuan curiously. She seemed a little confused and emphasized:
"How can silver not be money?!"
Wei Yuan: "......"