I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 470: Setting the Tone, Ascension Failed (5k)

The letter that Wen Yan got was considered a relatively important piece of evidence.

The material of the letter paper, the handwriting, the ink material, the envelope material, any possible dandruff, fingerprints, or blood stains on it, etc.

These are all clues and evidence.

It's a pity that it's not a printed one, otherwise it wouldn't be too difficult to first identify the brand and model of the printer.

Handwritten documents may actually be safer than printed ones in the absence of comparison materials.

It's just that the psychological situation is completely different. Wen Yan can judge that the person who left the letter was very confident that the letter would only stay in Luoyu Courtyard and would not be lost outside.

At the same time, the other party must have completely believed that Master Yu was still alive, so he dared to do this.

I left a letter, somewhat overwhelmed by joy.

At least that's how Wen Yan felt.

Originally, they wanted to ask Feng Wei to see them off for a while, and then Feng Wei should go back. If he doesn't go back, he will continue to join in the fun. The main content of today's Luotian Grand Ceremony is the Sutra of Deliverance, and this kind of large-scale ritual may end up sending them off if things go wrong.

But when Wen Yan heard Feng Yao's call, he always felt that Feng Yao was not in a good state, so he thought about going over to take a look and leaving some candies for Feng Yao.

Feng Yao felt something was wrong, so he took one first, at least he wouldn't die suddenly when it would be too late to rescue him.

After passing through the underworld and the Rakshasa Ghost Market, they arrived at the Yuzhou Lieyang Tribe. As soon as Wen Yan entered the tribe, he saw the field staff who had played the ghost animal ringtone with him before coming over with surprise.

"Brother Wen is here, have you had breakfast?"

"morning."

"Brother Wen, can you give me an autograph?" The young field worker came over and couldn't help but beam with joy.

Seeing Wen Yan's look, the young field staff immediately said.

"I understand. You can't just sign anything. Brother Wen, just sign it. It would be even better if you can sign with your Yang Qi."

The young field officer immediately took off his coat, revealing a white T-shirt underneath, and pointed at his back.

Wen Yan was speechless.

"Why are you asking me for an autograph? I'm just a small warrior..."

Seeing that the other party was so enthusiastic and had an expression that said "I understand", Wen Yan didn't say anything. He stretched out a finger, and with the yang energy surging at his fingertips, he quickly wrote the word "Wen Yan" on a corner of the other party's back.

The words cannot be seen, but someone who can sense yang energy can sense them clearly.

Young field workers can feel the yang energy reaction on their backs.

"Thank you, Brother Wen!"

"Is Feng Da Mi here?"

"Yes, Brother Wen, I'll take you there."

"In the office, right? Okay, I can go there by myself. Just go do your thing."

Wen Yan said goodbye to the young field worker and went over by himself. With the name tag and his good face, he had a smooth journey.

On the way, I saw a clerk who I remembered. I might have seen him before. When entering the upper floors, the other party checked his ID.

Wen Yan could tell that the other person looked at him with a strange look in his eyes, as if he really didn't know him, or even knew that he...

Wen Yan asked as soon as he thought of it. The clerk honestly said that it was the first time he met him and also the first time he heard of Wen Yan, the external expert.

Wen Yan nodded and said nothing more.

It's normal that people from other places don't know him or even have heard of him.

But in the Yuzhou Lieyang tribe, unless you are a newcomer who has just arrived recently, it is normal not to know him. It is abnormal if you have never heard of him and are so unfamiliar with him that you have no impression of him at all.

Wen Yan probably knew what went wrong. It should be that when Master Yu wanted to wipe him into a blank sheet of paper, he also wiped out a lot of things related to him.

For example, some people's impression of him may be erased.

The impact doesn't seem to be that big at the moment. Today is the first time Wen Yan has met someone who doesn't remember him.

The rest depends on the follow-up to see what impact it will have. It is impossible to be sure now.

Wen Yan brought the things and came to Feng Yao's office. After knocking on the door and entering, he saw Feng Yao typing rapidly on the keyboard. He couldn't understand it at a glance, he only knew that the screen should be writing some program.

"You are so busy, and you still want to write the program yourself?"

"Uh..." Feng Yao was slightly stunned. He didn't hide anything at all. He was sure that Wen Yan couldn't understand it. But he didn't expect that Wen Yan's brain circuit was different from his.

He was still thinking about how to fool him when he heard Wen Yan say.

"Oh, it's a secret reason, right?"

"Yes, that's true."

Wen Yan took out a few candies from her bag and put them on the table.

"Keep it. If you feel unwell, take one immediately. It can save your life. If it expires, I'll get it for you later.

Look at you, you have dark circles under your eyes, and your hair and face start to become oily early in the morning.

If you keep going on like this, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold before you can even get through it.

When you have time later, go to the clinic near my home and let the doctor there treat you.

I will go to the headquarters later and meet the director, and I will speak for you.

Even if the minister is promoted too quickly and it's not in line with the rules, at least give him a promotion..."

Feng Yao was shocked and waved his hands quickly.

"Hurry up, I've been promoted to the Secretary General of the Nanwu County branch, and I'm also doing some of the work of the Deputy Minister. If I want to be promoted again, I'll have to learn the art of clones."

Wen Yan stretched out his hand, patted Feng Yao's shoulder, and blessed him with yang energy.

If the Yang Energy is strong, the body will be strong and the spirit will be good. Even if it does not cure the disease, it will at least have some effect.

"Okay, then you take it easy. If you can't handle it, just hire someone else to share the responsibility. There's no way to deal with things with a high level of confidentiality, but for ordinary things, we can always share the responsibility."

“After so many things happened, it’s not easy to find reliable people now.

Do you still remember Huang Zhiji, the disciple of the Maoshan Sect Master?"

"I remember hearing that this guy was kicked down the mountain to train, and the Maoshan headmaster went to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony without taking him with him."

"He is now in Nanwu County. He took the initiative to come and help. He is a bit idealistic. After actually working on the front line, he found that what he understood and learned from books was very different from the front line. Now he is chasing cases every day, which can be regarded as a great help."

"It's normal. Medical students who have just started their internship in the hospital will wonder every day why they are diagnosed with this disease, but it is different from what they learned in school, and the treatment plan is also different. It will be cured in two years."

“This is a little different.”

"What's the difference? When you're busy as a dog and have dark circles under your eyes more than you do, how can you have the time to think about these things?"

"..." Feng Yao was speechless. Was he scolding him?
"Okay, I'll leave the food here for you. Keep the candy for yourself. If you feel like you're about to die, remember to take one. It will ensure you make it to the emergency room."

Wen Yan left his things behind and left amid Feng Yao's laughter and scolding.

Feng Yao sent Wen Yan to the office door, then turned around, looked at the candy on the table, smiled, put it away and put it in his inner pocket.

Wen Yan even ran back from Qingcheng to bring him something, because he was really afraid that he would die.

Sitting back in front of the computer, he looked at the program he was working on and sighed.

Forget it. Anyway, the part of judging whether it is urgent is not easy to do in the automatic answering program. Most of the time, when Wen Yan looks for him, it is really something. It is better to put this part aside for now and do the part of automatically sending messages first. This is simpler. Just train the AI ​​and make sure it says what he said.

Wen Yan left the Lieyang tribe of Yuzhou and quietly returned to Qingcheng Mountain.

When it was time for the noon break, Qingxuzi looked at Wen Yan, feeling somewhat helpless.

"No one has ever run so many times during a ritual like you have."

"Can this be seen?"

"Of course you can. You are one of the participants. You have your own aura. Even if you stay here, it will accumulate more and more. If you run away halfway, it will be gone."

"Will this affect anything? Will it make me seem too frivolous?" Wen Yan was a little worried, after all, he came here on behalf of Fuyu Mountain.

“No, this is the tone.

Set the tone for the period until the next Luotian Grand Ceremony.

The fact that the old Taoist priest didn't come means that he has to guard important places.

I am hosting this event because the current version is most beneficial to ghosts.

You run around and that sets the tone.

You may not be able to hold an altar, but you have also done the most important thing, which is to uphold the law and rules.

The saints see it, and this is the tone you set on behalf of yourself and Mount Fuyu.

All these related aspects will be strengthened to a certain extent before the next Luotian Dajiao.

This is not only in the best interest of one's own side, but also a corresponding responsibility.

Praying for blessings and good fortune, guiding the clean air to sink, and cleansing the turbid air are only the most macroscopic things. I guess no one has ever told you about these things, but there is no need to tell you about them.

Just stay the same as usual."

"I understand. Thank you for your guidance, senior." Wen Yan stood up and thanked him.

His fourth uncle had never told him these things, and he probably understood why. It was to let him have fewer shackles and not have any worries. When doing things, he should follow his heart and do what he normally does.

Whatever he does and whatever choice he makes will determine what Fuyu Mountain will do next.

The most embarrassing thing about Fuyu Mountain before was the lack of successors. The most prominent person was Qin Kun, a pure warrior. In such an occasion, it was indeed inappropriate to let Qin Kun, a pure warrior who had not been ordained, represent Fuyu Mountain to participate.

It’s not a matter of whether Fuyu Mountain itself is willing or not, but in this kind of situation, as a Taoist sect, you must first respect yourself and also respect other sects.

In the past, if the Grand Master Uncle didn’t come to such occasions, then the Fourth Master Uncle had to come.

This time, when Wen Yan came, no one could say anything wrong. It was not only because Wen Yan was the contemporary Lieyang, but the most important reason for his many achievements was that Wen Yan was the only one among his peers who had a divine talisman.

In the discourse power of the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, those who are granted the precious ordination certificate by heaven are at least two levels higher than ordinary ordination Taoist priests.

Not to mention that Wen Yan not only possessed the divine talisman, but he also personally facilitated the emergence of the talisman of the Goddess of Evil, which greatly reduced everyone's huge disadvantage against the water system.

If this kind of achievement was mentioned in other places, it might seem a bit arrogant, but in an occasion like this, when the Sanshanwuyue meeting was held, Wen Yan had to sit in the first row.

Wen Yan is not deeply involved in these matters and may not understand these things, but other Taoist priests who know about them will naturally tell Wen Yan what to do.

Qingxuzi knew from Wen Yan's performance that Fuyu Mountain probably had not given any explanation. He was afraid that Wen Yan would feel that his participation was just a mere presence, so he specifically told Wen Yan today that he was not here to be a part of the group.

After all, Wen Yan is now half a Qingcheng person. As the head of Qingcheng, Qingxuzi feels that he has some obligation to provide some guidance.

Seeing that Wen Yan was still receptive and accepted advice humbly, Qingxuzi felt much more relieved.

"If you have nothing to do, just read more books. I have more when you're done."

Wen Yan felt a little nervous when Qingxuzi stared at him. Finally, he could only take out the book Qingxuzi gave him and sit under the eaves to read it.

After reading a few paragraphs, it was easy to understand, and since he had dealt with ghosts enough times, he was able to slowly get into it.

Qingxuzi looked at Wen Yan and saw that he seemed to be really absorbed in the story and fascinated by it. He left with great satisfaction.

After returning to the ancestral hall, Qingxuzi hurriedly burned incense to his own ancestor.

He couldn't help but fantasize in his heart that Wen Yan was half a Qingcheng disciple, and his son in the future would be a natural Qingcheng disciple. If he could also be brought to Qingcheng...

Thinking about the terrifying talent that he could not understand at all, the full moon established the spiritual foundation.

He can now think about where to place his own spirit tablet in the future, and see which ancestor he can cut in line in front of so that other ancestors can move up.

Qingxuzi lit incense, chanted silently to calm his mind, suppressed his distracting thoughts, and then looked at the tablets of the Qingcheng ancestors. He thought, the ancestors probably won't mind his random thoughts.

On Mount Qingcheng, Taoist music was playing and the Taoist priests were chanting scriptures and praying.

Wen Yan sat under the eaves of a hall, absorbed in reading a book. Without raising his head, he stretched out his hand and waved it gently towards the sky. Then he saw the floating clouds in the sky gently passing by, blocking out part of the dazzling sunlight.

Everything has a natural, harmonious and warm taste.

In the distance, the head of Maoshan took a look from afar with a smile on his face and approval in his eyes.

I thought to myself, Qingxuzi, this old liar who has been cheating people in the mountains for years, is so shameless!
Why didn’t I think of that!
……

In the rainy courtyard, in the dark corner, the thing that looked like a broken leg of an arthropod kept changing after fusing with eight broken eyeballs. From the cavity of the broken leg, something that looked like a Lycoris flower, but its color seemed to be soaked in blood, fell out.

The broken legs merged with the mucus and broken eyes, constantly changing, and gradually turned into an eight-eyed black spider with no hair on its legs.

However, its size at this moment has been reduced many times compared to its state in the old dream world, and is only about one foot in size.

It lay there quietly, hidden in the shadows, like a hunter waiting for its prey to fall into its net, biding its time.

After waiting for a day, the door was finally opened again.

The man with the flowery hair pushed open the door, stood outside and looked, and saw that the letter he had put in had disappeared. The man with the flowery hair immediately smiled, slowly closed the door, and turned to leave.

What he didn't notice was that when he closed the door, a black spider more than a foot in size had walked out from the shadow of the door as the shadow changed.

Hua Tou didn't notice anything at all. Even if he sensed something, he would only attribute it to the special nature of this place, which was inherently dangerous.

And this step of opening the door helped Black Spider survive a disaster.

When Wen Yan came, it didn't even dare to let its strength come over. The little bit of strength it threw over kept it in the state of a corpse, without any consciousness at all.

When the flowery hair disappeared, the black spider appeared in the shadow outside the door.

It felt that it was only one step away from ascending and completing the transition.

If someone could do it before, it can do it too.

This is the experience it gained by dying several times and paying a huge price.

The most important prop is the blood-soaked Lycoris flower.

This thing that grew on the edge of the old dream had never been taken a second look before, and it never imagined that it would have such a great effect.

The black spider was holding a Lycoris flower in its mouth, lying on the edge of the fog. It stretched out its two forelimbs, grabbed the bloody Lycoris flower, and gently turned it. The petals fell off and floated away into the fog, disappearing.

It holds the flower stalk in its mouth, just like holding one end of a large net, waiting for the movement at the other end.

Petals floated into the mist and drifted in all directions.

Some of them fell into the illusory area where old dreams and the present world meet, and some of them fell into some old dreams.

There are also some that, after floating out, glow with blood-red light and fall into the present world.

The invisible brilliance fell from the old dream, fell into the dreams of some people, and fell into those people.

One of them might be the signpost for Black Spider to complete his ascension.

The black spider caught one of them, placed the flower stalk under its feet, greedily followed the guidance of the spider silk, and rushed into the fog.

On the streets of Haidai County, a car was accelerating. The driver cursed and stepped on the accelerator. With a bang, both cars rolled over on the highway.

In the car, the driver was lying on the airbag, his face covered in blood and his body twitching. He saw a black spider more than a foot long crawling out from the rearview mirror.

But after the black spider appeared, it let out a shrill scream, and its body seemed to be scraped layer by layer by an invisible blade.

The black spider screamed and stepped back.

Between heaven and earth, the clear air that ordinary people cannot see or sense is falling continuously, cleansing the turbid air between heaven and earth.

Half of the black spider's body was cut off on the spot.

Returning to the gate of the rainy courtyard, the black spider's eight eyes became seven, and its body also shrank a little.

It lay there motionless, quietly waiting to recover before making the next attempt.

……

Yuzhou.

Even though he had acquired some special abilities and seemed to have a special sensitivity to door locks and keys, Ji Youli still went to work step by step.

When working in a door factory, there are a lot of scraps when making doors, which he can practice on. Even if they are scrapped, they will be treated as waste.

He went to work as usual today and completed half a day's work. During lunch, his apprentice came to him quietly.

"Master, I'm leaving now. I don't want to do this anymore."

"Ah, why don't you do it? You are very talented and learn things quickly.

I have said it twice above, with your current level, you are definitely capable of making the door yourself.

By then the salary will be at least double what it is now.

Is there something wrong? Why are you leaving so suddenly? "

"Nothing."

Hearing this, Ji Youli tried to persuade him again earnestly.

“I know this job is hard, but even if you don’t want to do it anymore, you should stick with it for another month.

Now is the peak season for orders, and this month is better than the three months after the Chinese New Year.

You should earn some money first, then practice more. Even if you don’t want to do this anymore, you can do other things once your welding skills are high enough.

Didn't the boss contact you?"

After listening to Ji Youli's words, the disciple who looked less than 20 years old instantly lost some of the depression on his face, and he raised the tea in his cup.

“My boss also came to me. He planned to keep me and let me start my own business, but he would fire me after the Chinese New Year.

That idiot knows nothing. I won't fall for his bullshit.

Master, you should have made plans early. There is no future in following such an idiot.

During the peak season, they beg for help to hire a chef, but during the off-season, they complain about the high salary.”

(End of this chapter)