In the Netherworld Ghost Mansion of Wuya Ghost City, Xin Wuya specially prepared a quiet room for Ji Yuan. Ji Yuan sat here alone, with a stack of gold paper texts on the table in front of him. He held one of the pieces in his hand and was carefully studying the mystery on it.
This golden paper does not look like ordinary paper. Its size is like the specifications of a court memorial. The paper surface appears extremely thin, like a thin piece of gold foil, but it has very good toughness and is not easy to bend.
After careful feeling, Ji Yuan could feel that the paper was indeed dyed with gold powder, but he was not sure what kind of wood was used to make the paper.
Since there were quite a lot of them on hand, Ji Yuan didn't hesitate to study them in various ways.
First of all, judging from the handwriting above, it seems too neat, and each stroke looks like standard regular script. Ji Yuan is also considered a master of calligraphy, but we can't see his characteristics at all from the text. I don't know whether he wrote it intentionally or it was like this originally.
Secondly, Ji Yuan tried to destroy the gold paper by more common methods such as flooding and burning, but this special decree was not damaged at all.
So Ji Yuan directly pointed his sword, condensed a tiny amount of sword energy and lightly drew a line on the paper. As a result, the sword energy in his hand only drew a shallow mark on the paper, and soon this mark disappeared, just like cutting water with a sword, and the ripples automatically calmed down.
"Indestructible?"
Ji Yuan muttered to himself, then concentrated his mind and calmed his breath. The energy of Gengjin emerged from his lungs, and he increased his strength and slashed with his sword again.
"Squeak..."
A flash of sword light appeared at Ji Yuan's fingertips, and the gold paper was directly split into two. The words on it, which originally had a sense of spirit under the Dharma Eye, quickly dimmed, but the spirit was not completely lost. Although it was cut, it still retained its magical effect.
The accountant Yuan picked up half of the paper and shook it, making a "clang clang" sound like fanning a thin metal plate. He folded it again and it was folded very easily, but when he unfolded it again, there was no trace of folding.
Ji Yuan looked at the other half of the gold paper.
'I wonder if it can be restored?'
With a thought, Ji Yuan put the two pieces of gold paper together again. As a result, a stream of light flashed on them, and the two halves of the paper merged into one, turning into a special golden page of imperial decree again. However, the spiritual light could not be fully restored and seemed a little dimmer.
"Is it so difficult to destroy?"
Ji Yuan frowned. Although he only moved his fingers to wield the sword, it was definitely not a simple method.
"What about this?"
With a thought in his mind, Ji Yuan picked up another intact piece of gold paper text, opened his mouth slightly, and spit out a wisp of Samadhi True Fire. While the surrounding Yin Qi was quickly evaporated, the Samadhi True Fire directly hit the gold paper text.
"Wow..."
The golden paper text was instantly ignited, and Ji Yuan almost let go of his hand at the same time, letting the golden paper text float in the air and burn. It was just a small page of golden paper, but under the burning of the Samadhi True Fire, it actually lasted for several breaths before completely disappearing. Of course, not even a trace of ash was left.
Ji Yuan took out another new piece of gold paper, looked at the words on it intently, touched the words on the paper with his fingertips, and felt each word one by one.
"Who wrote it?"
Each piece of gold paper text gave Ji Yuan a feeling, making him understand that this was not a simple decree, nor an imperial edict in the ordinary sense. It really felt like an imperial edict in it, as if by following the gold text and using it in the correct way, one could obtain a true imperial edict.
Ji Yuan had never seen a real sealing talisman, except that he wanted to borrow Yu Huaishan's in his early years. Later, when he was out on business, he didn't look for it deliberately. This thing itself is very rare. Even a sealing talisman from a small river god is a priceless treasure, at least it is very worth collecting.
That’s right, in the cultivation world, there is also a belief that things are valuable because they are rare, and there are also some collectors. As for legendary items like the Imperial Sealing Talisman, as one becomes less and less, no one would use them easily.
But Ji Yuan didn't believe that the bronze inscription was the imperial seal talisman. After all... Ji Yuan glanced at the pile of things on the table. They could be bound into a book, right
Besides, haven't you ever eaten pork but seen a pig run? Even if he had carefully studied the real imperial edict talisman, Ji Yuan knew that the real imperial edict talisman was a very formal thing, with formal formats such as edict, notice, warning, and command, which even connected the wonders of heaven and earth.
The document on the gold paper in his hand seemed too casual no matter how he looked at it. It looked more like a formal letter that made a request and promised a reward.
His eyes swept across the pieces of gold paper, and as he was thinking about the problem, he was suddenly startled when he thought of this.
'wrong!'
"Is the difference really not that big? The difference is just a matter of dissatisfaction with the law and the text?"
Ji Yuan picked up the two pieces of gold paper with the most words written on them. His eyes fell on the words and his thoughts were spinning rapidly.
"I have this feeling, but what if I use the correct form of imperial edict and a sufficient amount of imperial edict power to support it?"
Ji Yuan was slightly excited, but at the same time his mind became more serious.
The gold paper words on the table floated up one after another and formed three rows around Ji Yuan. The two gold paper words in his hands also flew into the air. All the gold words surrounded Ji Yuan in a semi-arc. He opened his eyes and stared at all the gold paper words in front of him carefully, without looking away. His body did not move at all and he fell into a state of silence.
Countless golden characters flashed before his eyes, or seemed to flash in his mind, and transformed into mysterious golden characters in the artistic conception of mountains and rivers. In the artistic conception of mountains and rivers, Ji Yuan's huge Dharma image stood with his hands behind his back, also looking at the golden characters in the sky. His expression and movements were exactly the same as Ji Yuan in the quiet room outside.
The silence lasted for nine days and ten nights. After nine days and ten nights, Ji Yuan moved. He reached out and found a piece of gold paper with the least text on it. He took it down and placed it close to himself in front of the stage. Then he made a sword shape with his left hand and lightly tapped the beginning of the gold text on the paper.
“Sizzle…sizzle…”
Purple electric light flashed through the invisible meridian acupoints on his left hand. Ji Yuan used his magical power, kept the command in his mouth but did not utter it, and rubbed his sword finger slowly on the paper at an extremely slow speed, as if there was great resistance.
“Sizzle…sizzle…”
Purple arcs of electricity jumped across the gold paper from time to time. As Ji Yuan's left sword finger swept across, the first word "Chi" disappeared directly. The spiritual light on the paper suddenly dropped by several percent, and the resistance Ji Yuan felt also decreased by several percent.
Ji Yuan did not stop moving, and the sword finger of his left hand continued to slide down at an increasingly faster speed. After a while, having consumed a lot of his magic power, Ji Yuan put away his left hand, and there was no longer a single word on the entire paper.
At the same time, Ji Yuan extended his right hand and a stream of light flew out from his sleeve and turned into a wolf-hair brush in his right hand. When his right hand was in a pen-holding posture, ink was already dripping from the tip of the wolf-hair brush.
Without any pause, the next moment, Ji Yuan started writing on the gold paper. Following the previous words and format on the paper and based on his own edict, he learned to integrate the divine feelings on the gold text. He generously used his magic power to gather the tip of the pen to write the words, and rewrote a gold text with exactly the same content.
As Ji Yuan wrote each word, the bronze text became brighter and brighter. When the last word was written, the whole bronze text was shining brightly. When Ji Yuan moved the wolf hair brush away, the light gradually dimmed, but there was still a flash of light.
"Huh!"
Ji Yuan couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise. He put away his pen, grabbed the page of gold paper he had written and looked at it carefully, then compared it with the other gold paper texts on the table. It seemed that he, Ji, was copying others and his writing was not bad. Relying on his own attainments in imperial edicts, he imitated the divine intent about 60% similar. Moreover, his method of imperial edicts seemed to be even better, not to mention his calligraphy. After adding two and subtracting one, in terms of appearance, the gold paper text in Ji Yuan's hand was not much different.
Although Ji Yuan was very focused when imitating this time, and cannot be said to have done his best, at least he put in 120% of his effort. But after all, it was just a copy, and there is still room for improvement.
As a result, Ji Yuan felt much better. He put away most of the gold paper inscriptions and only kept the one he wrote and another one. Even though the other party might not have done his best when writing the gold inscriptions, Ji Yuan thought that he had been able to figure out some things, which meant he had not done his best.
Outside the quiet room, Xin Wuya had been standing outside the door waiting for a whole night. When he arrived, he suddenly found a golden-armored warrior guarding outside. He naturally knew that Ji Yuan didn't like being disturbed, but Ji Yuan had said before that he would come out in ten days at most. Since it didn't take long, he just stood outside and waited, putting on a good attitude.
During the night of waiting, Xin Wuya, who had nothing to do, was looking at the dozen gold-paper documents in his hand. It was not that he could figure out anything, but he was just comparing the promises made to other demons and evildoers for fun.
Just as he was watching with great interest, he suddenly felt something. He looked up and found that a paper bird had flown in from nowhere and was hovering above his head, flapping its wings. It looked like a paper product similar to the paper figures commonly used by ghosts, but it seemed very lively.
Xin Wuya had a strong feeling that the paper bird seemed to be reading the words on the gold paper.
'Paper bird? Is it some strange spirit?'
Just when Xin Wuya was subconsciously planning to reach out and grab the paper bird to study it carefully, the ghost claw stretched out, and the paper bird that seemed to be able to only flap its wings instantly turned into a stream of light and landed on the head of the golden-armored warrior.
Then, the golden-armored general, who in Xin Wuya's eyes had almost no extra reaction to the outside world, turned his eyes to look above his head, and then looked down at him, Xin Wuya. There seemed to be something more in that indifferent look, which made Xin Wuya, the Lord of the Underworld, inexplicably feel a little nervous. He suddenly felt in his heart that this golden-armored general seemed to be very different from the ones he had seen before.
At this moment, the door of the room suddenly opened, and Ji Yuan walked out with a smile on his face. The little paper crane on the head of the golden-armored warrior immediately flapped its wings and flew to Ji Yuan's shoulder. When Ji Yuan looked at it, the little paper crane stretched out a wing and pointed at Xin Wuya.
Faced with this scene, Xin Wuya felt extremely embarrassed and under tremendous pressure.