The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 39 The inner demon enters

After hearing the elder's words, the few people who were still rummaging through the boxes and cabinets in the Sutra Library could only walk out with disappointment on their faces.

After they all left, Li Yuan closed the door of the pavilion, activated the magical ban of the Sutra Repository, and then began to practice.

Li Yuan's heart sank into his Dantian, his mind wandered throughout his meridians, spiritual energy entered his body and circulated throughout the body. For some reason, today's cultivation speed was a bit faster than in the past.

He practiced his skills a few more times and found that it was not his illusion.

He took out the Youhai Pearl from his arms. He always carried this pearl with him. It could help him to speed up his daily practice by 10%. It was a rare treasure.

Today's practice speed has increased a little bit. Although it doesn't seem much, it is still considerable when accumulated over the years.

What’s more important is that this change is probably not limited to him. In addition, as the black-faced disciple said today, perhaps all the cultivators who practice water magic in the entire Guangyuan Mountains have gained this benefit.

Such great power reminded Li Yuan of the Qi realm of heaven and earth mentioned in ancient books!
Whether in the mountains or in the streets and markets, spiritual energy exists everywhere in the world, the only difference is the degree of it.

The spiritual energy of each place is different due to the different environments, resulting in one or several kinds of spiritual energy being particularly prominent. For example, places near rivers, lakes and seas naturally have more water-based spiritual energy, while places near mountains and deep land have more earth and gold-based spiritual energy.

But the heaven and earth are like humans. The five elements are all present in the human body, and the five elements are also present between heaven and earth.

When the various spiritual energies in a certain place and area reach a stable state that is beneficial to a single avenue, it will be called the Qi realm of heaven and earth.

For example, the Guangyuan Mountains are now probably in a certain water virtue realm in the heaven and earth realm, and all those who practice water magic will benefit from it. The fire virtue and Shengyang cultivators who are contrary to it will be affected regardless of their practice or magic.

Li Yuan was not a true cultivator, so he could not perceive the specific changes in the heaven and earth. It was only because he practiced water magic that he was particularly sensitive to these things and was able to get a glimpse of the surface.

However, the current state of heaven and earth Qi is undoubtedly the most beneficial to him.

From then on, Li Yuan spent an extra hour in his daily practice, and he was late and left early for the Sutra Library, which was deserted.

In the next half month, many disciples came to the Sutra Library to borrow ancient books, hoping to find out the reasons for the strange phenomena in rivers and lakes. Many disciples, with the guidance of masters, dived into the water day and night to search for spiritual objects.

Also, because disciples often found all sorts of strange and bizarre spiritual objects from the bottom of the river that were unable to identify, many disciples became regular customers of the Sutra Library.

In the usually quiet little attic, there are seven or eight disciples coming every day, so it can be said that no one is interested.

Li Yuan had no complaints about this. Guarding the Sutra Library was just his daily job. With more people, there would be more benefits. Anyway, it was just a way to kill time, and he could also get in touch with a lot of news inside and outside the mountain gate.

For example, Elder Wang Wujian, who used a cruel magic array to suck the blood of everyone in the market and escaped that day, has been notified by the Qi Ling Sect to the other three sects and is being wanted throughout the Guangyuan Mountains.

The disciples below were not clear about this, but as a middle-level elder, Li Yuan was very aware of the horror of true cultivation. As long as ancestor Wang Xun wanted to capture him, Wang Wujian would have been locked up in the Death Cave dungeon long ago.

He knew that Wang Wujian was the nephew of ancestor Wang Xun. If it were in other sects, it would be easy to make a big deal out of a small matter and just get away with it.

But in a sect that upholds traditions like the Qi Ling Sect, even the ancestors cannot directly protect the younger generations. Since Wang Wujian caused casualties among disciples, he must accept the punishment according to the sect rules.

But it can also be seen from here that Patriarch Wang Xun is a person who abides by rules and laws. Without his insistence, the sect rules are nothing but empty talk.

Li Yuan had been practicing in leisure for half a year, until one day, he met the disciple Wang Song who had a secret again. After he came to the Sutra Library, he went straight to the books such as travel notes and miscellaneous articles, and then searched over and over again for most of the day. When he finally found a certain ancient book, a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

But the young man reacted quickly, forced himself to suppress his expression, and read the book for a full hour. When the door was about to close, he pretended to look for other books, put the book back in an inconspicuous corner, and took out a notebook as a cover to make rubbings.

Li Yuan's face showed no emotion. He just made a copy of the ancient book for him in a businesslike manner. Then when he saw him leaving, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

"After all, they are young people, and they can't keep their temper."

Li Yuan smiled in his heart but didn't show anything.

He closed the shop on time, just like usual.

Then he opened the magic ban and went to the Sutra Library to take out the book that Wang Song had been reading for a long time. He was ready to take out the book he had casually pulled out as a cover, in case the other party found out that he was spying on him and did the opposite?

Li Yuan took out two books. The first book was titled Records of the Wasteland, which was created by an ancestor elder of the Qi Ling Sect three hundred years ago.

The books of Qi Ling Sect also include books held by disciples, but those that were not created by the elders need to be verified to be useful.

As for the elders, if they create a book, they only need to look it over briefly, and all the rebellious remarks that deviate from the orthodox teachings or betray their teachers and ancestors will be included.

This book of wasteland records the elder's journey through the wasteland in front of the Ten Thousand Mountains. Li Yuan did not open it immediately, but instead used his divine sense to scan the degree of wear between each page of the book.

After all, he doesn't have Wang Song's special ability to detect the secrets in ancient books at a glance.

As for relying on these clues, it is possible to get a glimpse of something.

If it was something important, given how careful and cautious Wang Song is, he would definitely read it several times and remember it well before he would feel at ease.

Today, Wang Song spent quite a while reading this book, so naturally the pages have slight signs of bending and wear.

Li Yuan held the oil lamp and moved closer to the book, examining it millimeter by millimeter. He actually discovered that there were nine places on the pages of the book that were more bent and worn than other pages.

He wrote down the page numbers one by one, then opened it carefully, only to see that the nine pages of the book actually contained nine feng shui maps, depicting nine places in the wilderness.

Li Yuan took out a piece of rice paper, copied the nine maps exactly, then held them up and looked at them from a distance.

At first glance, it does seem to have some clues, but upon closer inspection, it is just an ordinary travel map.

Li Yuan took out a jade slip, which was a map of Guangyuan Mountains and its surrounding areas that he specially collected. He zoomed in on the map of the wasteland and looked at it carefully. There was no place that was exactly the same.

These nine pictures are fabricated fake pictures.

He walked back and forth as usual, thinking, then opened The Wasteland Notes and read it word by word.

Before he knew it, it was already late at night. Li Yuan cursed inwardly that he had wasted a whole night of practice just for these little things.
However, he couldn't calm down unless he saw through the secret in his heart, so he simply gave up tonight.

He marked down the mysterious words and unclear language in the book, and then copied them down again, totaling more than a thousand words and short sentences.

No matter how powerful Li Yuan's spiritual power was, it was impossible for him to arrange and combine thousands of words in various ways, so he saved time by listing out the most frequently appearing words, place names, and directions separately.

After this calculation, words such as "one day", "water element", and ancient cave appear the most frequently.

Li Yuan propped his chin up with his hand and thought: "One day? Shui Yuan, why is it a little weird?
By the way, Wang Song is also practicing water magic, and it seems to be the Xia Yuan Jue!"

He hooked his finger, and nine maps on the cabinet floated in the air. Li Yuan kept splicing and arranging them left, right, up, down, back and forth. Since these nine maps were fictional, they must be some kind of split and combined disordered maps.

It’s just… this isn’t like a normal jigsaw puzzle either.

Li Yuan pondered for a long time, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. The ancients would not use such a simple method as shuffling the puzzle to leave clues. It must be an ancient method!

Suddenly, his mind became clear, and he took out a pile of books again, including Qimen Dunjia, Bagua, Zhenxiang, etc. He turned to the books about water and matched them one by one.

When it comes to the twenty-ninth hexagram, arranged according to the nine maps, the textures and veins on these maps instantly seem coherent.

Li Yuan was delighted and checked the map again. He soon found a place in the wilderness.

"Ten Thousand Miasma Valley! No difference at all!"

After being in such a dilemma for such a long time, Li Yuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he finally felt the light at last.

"The Wan Zhan Valley is not small, and it is full of dangers. The poisonous insect fog barrier never dissipates all year round. This is not a good place. Perhaps there is an ancient cave dwelling there?"

Li Yuan flipped through the ancient book again and saw a certain word.

"On the sixth day, go down to the river to observe."

This sentence appears nine more times.

An idea flashed through Li Yuan's mind. This statement was a metaphor. If a cultivator said it differently, it would be "Heze is Dui" and "Chu Liu is Dui".

The first six is ​​Kan, and the lower Dui means change, Kan on top and Dui on bottom!

Strange hexagram water and marsh festival!
Chuliu, Xikan, enters into Kan. Bad. Xikan enters Kan, loses the way and is bad.

The hexagram says: Water entering a marsh must be controlled, and it will flow freely if it is properly controlled. Excessive control will not help, and insisting on forcing things will only bring disaster.

Li Yuan's heart was shocked. This meant that this place was full of dangers, but it also contained the mechanism of heaven and earth. To obtain the peace and prosperity of heaven and earth was the supreme law of fate.

If you force your desires without moderation, you will die a violent death; if you control your greed, you will suffer and live a short life.

Perhaps it was God's will, or perhaps it was fate, Li Yuan's heart was warmed, and he couldn't help but look towards the "Wan Zhan Valley". He looked at the water on a whim, and it was difficult to make a decision with opportunities ahead.

If there hadn't been the Water and Marsh Festival hexagram, Li Yuan would never have wanted to go there. There were so many dangers there that he wouldn't have thought about it for a moment.

But on Shuizejie, he kept his command and felt bitter regret.

Top Six: Hardship and frugality, steadfastness and disaster, regret will never come!
He fought hard to defend the governorship and ended up regretting it!
Li Yuan closed his eyes tiredly. Since he started practicing Taoism for more than fifty years, he had been cautious, accommodating, and law-abiding every day, just like the hardship he endured.

After a long period of suffering, disaster will come.

Is this fate?

Li Yuan was still struggling in his heart. Even though he knew that his sudden inspiration corresponded to Wan Zhan Valley and that there was an opportunity involved, he still couldn't make up his mind.

Li Yuan sat in front of the counter and thought hard all night, but he still hadn't made up his mind until dawn.

"Let's wait and see."

With a wave of his hand, he put away the mess of papers and old books on the table, then opened the door of the Sutra Library and started a new day.

Li Yuan sat in front of the counter for the whole morning. He rarely lowered his head to continue copying books. He was just distracted and hesitant.

The disciples who came to borrow books did not dare to ask more questions when they saw him like this. They just felt that there was something wrong with this usually easy-going elder today, and they did not dare to offend him.

"Go? Not going yet?"

Li Yuan seems calm, like a lake, still as a mirror on the surface but with undercurrents surging beneath the water.

On the second evening, Li Yuan closed his eyes tiredly, ready to have a good night's rest.

As soon as he fell asleep, he started to dream.

In the dream, the air was filled with fog. In the boundless fog, there were countless unknown creatures with dark shadows, making noises that seemed to be crying and laughing, surrounding him with their fangs bared and claws through a layer of fog.

When he looked up, he saw a huge boundary marker standing in front of him with the words "Wanzhang Valley" written on it!
Li Yuan was surprised and asked, "Why am I here?"

He hurriedly turned around and retreated, running backwards desperately. Sneering and sneering sounds rang out, like those of a human or a ghost.

He ran backwards for an unknown amount of time before collapsing on the ground, panting. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but as this blocked his vision, he saw a hideous blood-red tiger-head mask with black lines and a green beard, and a murderous look. He was so frightened that he sat up and stepped back repeatedly.

"It's you!"

Li Yuan's face was pale, and standing in front of him was the tiger-headed man holding a top-grade magic weapon who had chased him to the Shiwanda Mountains that year.

The tiger-headed man walked towards him with a grim smile on his face. His ink-black eyes were filled with tears of blood, but he walked towards him with a cruel smile on his face.

Li Yuan panicked and quickly turned over and got up again, running to the other side. However, not long after he ran out, he saw several figures in the fog with their backs to him, blocking his way.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the eight figures in front of him became clearer. They all lowered their heads slowly and turned to look over. It turned out that they were wearing the same eight masks, and the cold bronze masks looked at him coldly, just like they did back then.

"Nine Palaces!"

Li Yuan's heart was beating very fast, and he suddenly remembered, "There is another Nakagamiko!"

"Whoo~"

A chill came from his neck. Li Yuan twisted his neck stiffly and looked behind him. A terrifying head with only a mouth was right next to his ear. The mouth was open, revealing cold and sharp teeth, and it bit down on his neck.

"Ah~"

A creepy scream was heard, and Li Yuan sat up suddenly, waking up from his dream.

When he came to his senses, his heart was beating violently in his chest and he could hear the thumping sound.

"It's okay. It's just a dream."

Li Yuan also stopped sleeping and sat cross-legged, ready to enter into meditation.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the image of the bloody tiger head came into his mind, forcing him to open his eyes again.

"This is……"

Li Yuan felt a chill in his heart, not because he was afraid of those scary scenes, but because he realized that he was possessed by the inner demon!
That dream was an invasion of his inner demon. It invaded his body when he was most confused and lazy, lurking in his spirit, torturing and stirring up his emotions all the time.

You can escape from a powerful enemy, but how can you avoid the inner demon?

(End of this chapter)