The ancient mirror cracked in the very center.

As the object it resided in shattered, the world within the mirror also began to tremble violently. The house collapsed, the walls crumbled, and the earth shook. Liu Shaoying's true spirit saw the wall collapse and a rock falling toward her child. She instinctively opened her arms to protect the child, closing her eyes tightly in fear.

Wei Yuan pointed at the mirror with his fingers, sending out a wave of mana to protect the true spirit within.

The two evil spirits in the mirror did not receive such treatment. As the world within the mirror collapsed, they were struck by the rocks and shattered, collapsing into nothingness.

The two evil spirits occupying the physical bodies wanted to escape.

Seeing that Wei Yuan seemed focused on protecting the soul in the mirror and didn't seem to care about them, they were overjoyed. Just as they were about to escape, Wei Yuan, with his back to them, drew his fingers together and separated a sliver of his divine sense to activate the spiritual nature of the two magical artifacts, intercepting the two evil spirits.

A clear chime echoed from Wei Yuan's sword box, and the magic sword flew out, transforming into a streak of crimson light, directly against the throat of one of the evil spirits' physical bodies.

With a surge of sword energy, Liu Shaoying's body softly collapsed, and a miserable scream dissipated in the air.

From the Crouching Tiger waist tag, spiritual韵散散发, transforming into a phantom fierce tiger. Its front paw stepped down, suppressing the little boy, then it lowered its head, opened its mouth, bit out the evil spirit, and crushed it.

The fierce tiger's eyes stared at the magic sword, not showing any weakness.

The magic sword chimed softly.

The two evil spirits never managed to escape beyond seven steps.

Wei Yuan carefully shattered the mirror and used the Taiping Dao's magic to guide the mother and child's souls out.

He casually released a calming and mind-stabilizing talisman to stabilize their emotions before looking at the timid child and asking gently, "Can you tell Uncle where you got this mirror?"

The little boy was somewhat fearful, hiding behind his mother, and said:

"It, it was an old grandpa selling it to me on the way home from school."

Wei Yuan asked, "Can you still remember what that old grandpa looked like?"

The boy heard his question and subconsciously recalled. Wei Yuan's ghost-expelling divine ability was used silently, following the boy's memory, and seeing a series of images. He saw him walking alone on the street after school, and an old man with a stall suddenly appeared on the roadside. He saw that the old man had sparse white hair, a receding hairline, large eye bags, yellow teeth, a face like a soft, rotten carrot, and a dry tobacco pipe in his hand, puffing away.

On the stall were ancient mirrors, wooden carvings, and volumes of thread-bound books. The books were inscribed with the names of various spells. Then, the little boy seemed to be attracted and changed his original direction, walking towards the stall.

The image slowly collapsed, and the child lowered his head, murmuring, "I don't remember."

Worried about causing trouble for his family?

Wei Yuan thoughtfully comforted, "If that's the case, it's okay."

Liu Shaoying looked at Wei Yuan, watching this incredible scene. Although she had expected it before, seeing it with her own eyes was still different. Wei Yuan reached out and guided the two souls into their bodies, finally saying a word to Liu Shaoying.

Then, he formed a Daoist hand seal, allowing the two souls to completely merge with their bodies.

Liu Shaoying felt her real body. She saw the young museum curator in black clothes forming a hand seal, saw his face as if shrouded in a layer of mist, not clearly visible. Then, her vision blurred, and a strong sense of fatigue surged into her heart.

She felt her knowledge of this young man begin to blur rapidly.

Finally, in the blurry world, only the young man was incomparably clear, with crimson cloud patterns permeating, as if surrounding him.

Eerie and bizarre.

Then, her vision tilted, and she fell down, falling into a deep sleep.

Seeing that both of them had fallen asleep, and the old man, who had already fallen asleep due to the aftermath, was sleeping even more soundly.

The museum curator, who had just been profound and suppressed the ancient mirror with ease, visibly paled. He supported himself against the wall with one hand and suddenly bent over, retching.

"Ugh..."

"Damn, I almost couldn't hold it in..."

"I'm… this thing is a revolving lantern, but my revolving lantern went on for too long. I… ugh..."

Wei Yuan's face was pale, and he dry heaved for a while, almost vomiting out his dinner from the night before.

Fortunately, he hadn't eaten too much, and fortunately, the digestive function of a martial arts cultivator was always trustworthy.

Otherwise, he would have completely lost face.

When it comes to eating, you can always trust your stomach.

He had indeed exploded the evil spirit, but he himself was almost finished. He realized for the first time that watching a revolving lantern could cause motion sickness, and for the first time, he realized that too many negative emotions really made him want to vomit on the spot for the evil spirit to see.

He could only maintain a straight face, using words to scare away the two evil spirits, and using magic weapons to suppress and kill them.

As for finally putting the people here to sleep, it was already beyond his limit under the support of his face.

The little magic that Wei Yuan cast at the end, putting Liu Shaoying and the child to sleep, as well as the old man who had fallen asleep earlier due to the aftereffects, they would wake up and think it was all just a dream. After all, the soul leaving the body and entering the world in the mirror, coupled with this wave of events, was a great mental stimulation for ordinary people.

Just now, they hadn't shown any abnormalities because of the external pressure.

Later, when they recalled this incident, it would inevitably affect the stability of their souls, affect their mental health, and leave a knot in their hearts. It was better to use magic to mix the experience of this incident with a dream, so that they would gradually forget it.

One day, when the extraordinary became popular, if they embarked on the path of cultivation, they would slowly remember it.

Wei Yuan cleaned up the Buddha statue and the shattered ancient mirror.

When he was about to leave, he saw the mess left by the evil spirit escaping earlier. There was water spilled on the ground, and nuts scattered all over the place. His mouth twitched. If he just left like this, the small magic he had left would directly have loopholes and would directly shatter.

Wei Yuan looked at the broom over there.

He finally understood that the demeanor of the experts in those stories all came at a price.

After you finish your work, you have to sweep and mop the floor.

After the white-robed, snow-like swordsman killed someone, he also had to squat by the river and honestly wash his clothes. After showing off in front of others, he still had to clean up the mess.

Wei Yuan struggled for a moment between cleaning up himself and leaving.

Finally, he found the family's kitchen, found a few soybeans, three incense sticks, and made the incense rise into the air. He closed his eyes, formed a hand seal, and sincerely prayed: "Teacher, disciple Yuan respectfully requests the divine decree, using Yellow Turban Warriors, who can scatter beans into soldiers, can protect true men, subdue demons, and ward off evil spirits."

"May the teacher bless me."

Then, mana fell on the soybeans, covering them with a layer of magic talismans.

More exquisite and ancient than those modern Taiping Dao's law-abiding ones.

Then, he threw them to the ground. After reciting the incantation, Wei Yuan shouted:

"Scatter beans into soldiers, hurry, hurry, as the law commands."

The soybeans instantly transformed into tall, armored, weapon-wielding, Yellow Turban elite warriors. Because their bodies were soybeans, they were not only durable, but also had a good appearance. Scattering beans into soldiers did not create a true spirit, but they would instinctively obey the caster's commands and have basic reactions. They clasped their fists and said:

"Please give your orders, True Man."

Wei Yuan's face was pale. He felt like vomiting again as soon as he moved. Covering his mouth, he pointed to the house:

"Clean it up."

??!

The bean soldier, transformed by scattering beans, paused, subconsciously saying.

"Clean?"

"Yes, clean."

"Is it the clean up of killing people to silence them?"

"No, it's the sweeping and table-wiping clean up."

"…………"

Wearing armor, carrying swords, like a true protector, the bean soldier who came into the world to subdue demons was silent for a long time, responding with difficulty:

"...I accept the True Man's decree."

……………………

Liu Shaoying slowly opened her eyes. She didn't know when she had fallen asleep. She remembered that she seemed to have had a dream, in which she and her child were locked in a mirror, and a young man in black clothes put the mirror away, and then everything became blurred.

In the blurred world, crimson cloud patterns moved, like a swimming Azure Dragon in a dream.

Liu Shaoying stayed still for a while, and the few remaining memories disappeared like spring snow. She saw that the house was clean and tidy, without the messy scene in her last memory. Everything was like a dream, a dream she had when she accidentally fell asleep.

She even wondered if she had really gone to the museum that Siwen had mentioned.

In that old, dim shop, she met a young man in a cloud-patterned shirt.

Liu Shaoying looked up and saw that it was getting late. She hadn't been able to sleep well these past few days. She had just slept for a while, and dinner wasn't ready yet. She quickly got up to prepare dinner. When she was cooking, she saw her mother burning incense and worshiping Buddha, and she saw her child starting to read a book. A long-lost sense of peace suddenly appeared in her heart.

Then she wondered, why did she feel that this daily, habitual life was a long-lost and rare thing?

This was clearly very ordinary.

A meal was prepared, and the child was also very well-behaved, willing to communicate with them.

When Liu Shaoying was washing the dishes, she accidentally turned her head and suddenly saw that there was one less Buddha statue on the Buddha platform with many Buddha statues, the one with its hands clasped together chanting scriptures. She was slightly stunned, and then memories surfaced in her mind. Her eyes widened slightly, and she saw the young man in black clothes with a gentle voice, saying:

"As agreed, the Buddha statue will be the reward. I'll take it."

The picture slowly dissipated, like a dream, leaving no trace.

Liu Shaoying blinked her eyes. She didn't even know if she had really met this person, whether she had ever invited him to her house to solve the problem. Was this scene just a fantasy? As she thought about it, the address of the museum she had learned from Tao Siwen gradually blurred and became unfamiliar.

When she recalled Wei Yuan's last words.

The memories of the evil spirit were completely buried in the depths of her subconscious, and would no longer affect their normal life.

Finally, even the museum was gradually regarded as an occasional dream, gradually forgotten. Maybe occasionally in the middle of the night, she would remember that one afternoon, she had stepped into a museum with a crisp bell, and met a young man.

Liu Shaoying washed a plate of fruit, brought it out, and greeted her child and mother: "Eat strawberries..."

A peaceful life is the most cherished and precious.

The child's aggrieved voice came:

"Mom, where did my candy go?"

"The liqueur chocolates, all gone."

………………

Wei Yuan looked at the shared bicycle in front of him and put away his phone.

He tossed a coin. Heads, he would ride the shared bicycle, tails, he would take a taxi.

The coin was tossed up.

He caught it.

Okay, it was heads.

Wei Yuan pondered, reached out, and flipped the coin over, turning it to tails.

Very good, he decided to take a taxi.

Amitabha.

This was fate!

…………

Wei Yuan decided to splurge today and take a taxi home.

He carried the Buddha statue and the ancient mirror in a plastic bag with the words "Wanfu Supermarket" on it. When he put the ancient mirror and the Buddha statue together, the ancient mirror seemed to scream. Wei Yuan acted as if he didn't hear it, shook the plastic bag, and let the evil spirit ancient mirror and the Buddha statue have close contact, letting the ancient mirror reflect the Buddha statue, and then sat in the back seat.

Feeling that the small magic he had set up had been activated, his expression eased, watching the traffic and silently wishing that the family could have a good life and no longer be disturbed by the supernatural world.

After thinking about it, he reached into his pocket, took out a liqueur chocolate, peeled off the wrapper, and put it in his mouth.

"Master, remember to turn on the meter."

"We'll pay according to the meter. By the way, turn right ahead. It's closer to take the small road."

The taxi driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror and turned on the meter.

Wei Yuan leaned back slightly, pursed his lips around the candy, and looked at the illusory scroll in front of him, on which the merit points appeared. He had the joy of a bumper harvest. After thinking about it, he decided to first exchange for the divine ability used for deduction from the Great Han arsenal.

He didn't believe that the mountain deity had been killed when the action team said it before. Unfortunately, he didn't understand deduction and couldn't predict whether this matter was true or false. At that time, he decided to cultivate a similar divine ability to deal with various situations.

In the true spirit image that the old monk passed on to him, there was an extremely strong demon aura, which made him instinctively vigilant.

He planned to prepare both ways, on one hand, he would pass this true spirit image to the action team.

On the other hand, he would try to deduce the origins of the old man who sold the ancient mirror and the young man who killed people at every turn. Wei Yuan recalled the young man in the white Daoist robe, with his arrogant and domineering eyebrows, and recalled those light yellow pupils. His expression was solemn, and he decided to learn the deduction method as soon as he returned, and immediately start calculating the young man's origins.

Who exactly was he?

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