Ji Yuan likes his method of practicing in dreams, not only because it is more comfortable and convenient to practice when the artistic conception is revealed in dreams, but also because it can help one comprehend the true meaning and has the effect of nourishing the spirit and god.
Also, because in this state that is neither a dream nor a dream, Ji Yuan's spiritual perception is vaguely stored in the artistic conception of mountains and rivers and is related to the real world, and sometimes he can often feel something special.
For example, now they are in the same capital city and the distance is close enough. Although Ji Yuan was not able to see the involvement of the Chu Mansion with his own eyes in his dream, he could feel the ridiculous ups and downs of it to some extent.
The Chu family is blessed after all. Apart from not being high-ranking officials in the court, they have wealth and fame, and are also on good terms with the King of Jin.
Even though most of the books in a magnificent library were covered in dust, and even though the laws were shelved as a result, they still saw the light of day today, although this method was not glorious and it almost led to the destruction of the evil spirit.
Ji Yuan laughed and ignored it, continuing to practice on the bed. However, the situation in the Chu Mansion was not peaceful.
Mr. Chu held the rice paper the size of a book page, and his eldest son next to him moved the lantern closer so that all the Chu family members and servants could see it more clearly.
"Dad, this word seemed to glow just now?"
"yes… "
“Who wrote this?”
Master Chu looked around, his eyes wandering around the servants. He knew that no one in his family could write such beautiful characters, and he also knew that these characters were not ordinary.
"By the way, who was the last one to finish reading this set of 'Bai Fu Tong Jian'?"
Master Chu looked around and asked, but naturally received no response. Many people even forgot the existence of this set of books. There were indeed too many books in the library, and one would not be able to remember them all unless he spent time here often.
After thinking for a while, Mr. Chu asked in a different way.
"Who is responsible for cleaning the library? Uncle Xu, do you know?"
As the most trusted steward in the mansion, Xu Laoguan certainly knew who cleaned the study. He looked around and saw no one in the hall on the first floor of the study.
"Get Qian De and Sun Fugui here!"
A moment later, two servants who were originally preparing to rest came hurriedly.
To be precise, they are not just cleaning the library, they are also responsible for organizing the books, so they also need to be able to read.
Seeing them coming, Mr. Xu, who had already moved to a table in the study, pointed at the "Bai Fu Tong Jian" and the copybook he had been holding in his hand and said.
"Do you have any impression of this set of books and this copybook?"
When the two servants saw the "Bai Fu Tong Jian" and the calligraphy, how could they not be impressed? The calligraphy was really so beautiful that they could not help but take it out and take a closer look every time they cleaned the bookcase ever since they put it away.
"To answer the master's question, I have an impression."
The Chu family was cheered up.
"Do you know which guest in your house wrote this?"
"This... I don't know. When we first found this set of 'Bai Fu Tong Jian' on the desk on the third floor of the library, there was also this copy of calligraphy on the books. We thought some young master or master wanted to read it, but no one touched it for half a month, so we sorted out the books and the copy of calligraphy and put them back in their original places."
Family members know their own business. Few people go to the third floor of the library, so Mr. Chu asked another question.
"When did it happen?"
"Uh... I don't remember exactly, it should have been a few years..."
The servant's answer made the Chu family look at each other in bewilderment, and they all felt inexplicably guilty.
Ultimately, this matter could not be traced back to its source. We only know that the person who left the letter was no ordinary person, and the word "master" is truly appropriate to describe him.
Xu Laoguan inexplicably recalled an incident. It was a year when winter snow fell, and the auspicious sign from heaven in the Prince of Jin’s mansion was making a lot of noise. He once felt some unusual movements in the library, so he went up to look for it, but found nothing...
However, this matter was not even groundless, but more like his own suspicion, so Mr. Xu did not say anything.
At this moment, the two "experts" who had fled from the Chu Mansion in a panic were running without caring about their image at all. They only wanted to get away from the Chu Mansion as quickly as possible. They ran out of the long Yongning Street, passed two blocks, and fled to a shabby woodshed in an unknown corner before they dared to stop to catch their breath.
“Huh…Huh…Huh…This is really, really scary…”
“Oh…oh…yes, yes, I almost thought I was going to die!”
The two old men, who looked to be in their sixties or seventies, now had disheveled hair and were soaked in sweat. They no longer had the immortal demeanor they had just now, and looked like neither human nor ghost.
After resting for a while, they both recovered their breath.
"Just now when the white light swept across my body, I felt as if my heart was struck by a hammer. What kind of magical power is that? Judging from the appearance of the Chu family, they don't seem to know either."
"Ouch, besides feeling like I was being stared at by some terrifying gaze, my body couldn't help but tremble and wanted to run away, as if it was out of control. It's better not to figure out what kind of magical power this is..."
"Yes, yes, yes, let's not figure it out!"
The two men were still frightened as they talked, and after resting for a long while, they tidied their appearance and went out, returning to the posthouse with some trepidation and more reluctance.
During the time I came to Dazhen, I was a master respected and admired by everyone. I really don’t want to give up this feeling. As long as I open my mouth, someone will prepare anything for me.
They just hope that the Chu family won’t come to expose their shortcomings. Then, when they get to the inn, they will be “masters” who appear to be superior to others and behave like human beings.
It was already dark at this moment. The two men sneaked out of the woodshed and wanted to return to the inn.
After walking for a long time and turning around, he still couldn't find the familiar road. He had run out of the Chu Mansion in such a hurry that he just fled in panic and didn't know where he was.
This Jingji Prefecture is the most important city in Dazhen. Each of its blocks occupies a large area and has many buildings. The two have only been here for a short time. It would be strange if they didn't get lost in the night.
Because of the break, it was already late and the whole neighborhood was pitch dark. It was obvious that all the residents were asleep.
"Hey, how about we find a family and knock on their door and ask?"
As soon as the old woman made this suggestion, she was pulled back by the people next to her and hid behind the shadow of a house.
"Shh..."
As the old man stretched out his hand to silence them, he placed two talismans in his left and right hands on the foreheads of the two men.
Afterwards, the two old men lay there quietly, not daring to breathe.
In their eyes, two blurry human-shaped black shadows flashed from far to near, glancing around from time to time while moving. When they glanced at the shadows where the two people were hiding, it was obvious that the other party's movement speed had slowed down, causing the two hiders to hold their breath.
Fortunately, it seemed to be just an illusion of the two people. The two blurry black shadows continued to move and soon disappeared at the end of the alley.
After a while, the two were sure that the shadow had gone far away and would no longer sense any movement from here.
"Huh... It's the Night Wanderer!"
"Hmm, such a strong Yin energy, worthy of being the wandering god of Dazhen Kyoto. It seems that we can't defeat it even if we try our best?"
"beat?"
The old man, who had just taken off the talisman to reduce the loss of the talisman's spiritual power, looked at the old woman strangely.
"Don't be ridiculous. Let's wait until we get the position of Heavenly Master and can stand firm in Dazhen."
The two had just gotten up from the ground and hadn't taken a few steps when they heard a long, creepy scream of "Wow~~~~~" in the distance.
'Are there really idiots who don't want to die?'
The first thought that popped into the minds of the two "masters" was that there might be someone in Kyoto who didn't know what was good for him and couldn't help but use evil methods to harm others. After all, there were all kinds of people attending the Dharma Assembly.
Then the second reaction is to move away from it as quickly as possible. If you alarm the people in the underworld and get implicated and have your soul taken away, that would be no joke.
The two of them hurriedly ran in the opposite direction where the Yinchai had left, but after only two steps, another voice was heard in front of them.
“Wow~~~Wow~~~”
Compared with the screams just now, the sound at this moment sounded like the sharp cry of a child, which made the two evil cultivators feel terrified.
"not human!"
“Go!”
The two people who had been frightened repeatedly tonight finally reacted. They put all their spiritual energy and that little magic power into motion, and even pasted the talismans again, but they were still wandering around in the alley as they were lost.
As they walked, the road ahead became much wider, as if there was a bright avenue illuminated by moonlight. The two were ecstatic and hurried forward.
“Pah…” “Pah…”
The two men tripped over the stone steps and lost their balance and fell forward.
“Plop~” “Plop~”
Large splashes of water appeared. What was ahead was not a road, but a small river in the city.
“Ah, ah, ah…ah…” “Uh, ah…ah…”
The two "masters" were now facing the water, struggling with their hands and feet constantly, and spitting out bubbles of steam from their mouths, stirring up the water in the stream and making splashes everywhere, but strangely, they did not turn around or show any signs of swimming.
After a while, the two "masters" just twitched from time to time on the water surface, and then the movement became smaller and smaller until they stopped moving...
A gray cat jumped several times from the surrounding roofs and finally landed on the back of the corpse in the river.
"Meow... meow..."
The cat's cry sounded like a baby crying, with a creepy sense of eerieness. Its body was crouching over the two corpses, sucking out wisps of gray air.
After absorbing all the gray air, the gray cat stretched its body forward and backward, stretching lazily in comfort.
Under the moonlight, the shadow cast by the tail behind him was divided into five parts.
At this critical juncture, ordinary people dare not move rashly. On the contrary, it is easier and safer to attack these evil cultivators. It is okay for them to stay in places like the inn, but since they are wandering around outside, if they die, they die. Most likely, the Yin and Yang sects will not care, and even if they do, they will have no way to investigate.