The plane took off.
The little girl turned her head and looked worriedly at the book spirit floating in the air, looking excitedly outside.
Ever since Shu Ling finished chatting with Wuwei, he was not in a high mood when he came back.
Xiao Naibao and Tang Ying asked it what was wrong, but it just smiled and changed the subject.
The little milk bag was a little curious, but seeing that it didn't want to say more, he didn't ask any more questions.
However, since the plane took off, Shu Ling has been very excited, saying that even a monster of his size has never flown to such a high place.
Tang Ying also told it about the universe, and Shu Ling was very shocked.
The old man and the young man were talking all the way, and even after getting off the plane, they were still full of things to say.
It was noon when the plane landed in Province X.
Wuchen went to the museum in Province X without stopping, taking the little milk bag and others with him.
Today is not a weekend, so the museum does not have a lot of visitors.
Xiao Naibao and others easily found the location of Shu Ling's friend.
The inkstone with a crane celebrating birthdays is placed in an inconspicuous corner of the museum. Through the glass cabinet, you can see the clear patterns and textures on the inkstone. Under the light, the dark inkstone glows with the unique luster of time.
Tang Ying stood on tiptoe and looked at the inkstone in front of him: "It's so beautiful."
Shu Ling nodded slightly after hearing his words: "Yes, good friend, this is a rare inkstone in the world. It was a congratulatory gift from the old gentleman's disciples when he celebrated his seventieth birthday."
Tang Ying: "Wow."
He watched for a while, thought of something, looked around and saw no translucent figure floating like the book spirit.
He looked at Shu Ling beside him who was looking at the inkstone, then looked at his cousin, tugged at her clothes, and asked in a low voice: "Sister, why don't you see Grandpa Shu Ling's good friend?"
The little girl looked away, her expression a little complicated: "Grandpa Shu Ling's friend doesn't have any demonic aura."
"Ah?" Tang Ying didn't quite understand what this meant.
"This inkstone does not have any power. It is estimated that the spiritual consciousness of this inkstone has dissipated many years ago," Xiao Naibao told him.
Tang Ying: "Huh?"
Xiao Naibao explained to him in a low voice: "It's just that he is dead."
Tang Ying suddenly looked at Shu Ling with a bit of worry in his eyes. Shu Ling noticed his movement and touched his head, "I'm fine, don't worry."
"Actually, before leaving Yunshan Temple today, Taoist Master Wuwei told me," Shu Ling sighed softly: "When we fell into deep sleep, our spiritual consciousness was already very weak, and I thought that I would dissipate between heaven and earth. After all, there was very little spiritual energy in the world at that time.”
"I never thought that I would survive when I opened my eyes again, but my strength was a little weaker. I thought that if I could survive, my friend would also survive," Shu Ling sighed again when he said this.
Because of the dissipation of the spirit consciousness of the book spirit friend, the two children who originally rushed over excitedly were a little wilted when they left.
The two children wanted to comfort Shuling, but they didn't know how to comfort it.
The book spirit was very open-minded, but it comforted the two children and told them not to take it to heart. It said: "You humans have a saying that is right, no one can escape from birth, old age, illness and death, not even monsters. "
The two children were a little confused.
It was already evening when everyone left the museum.
Mingyuetong looked around, pointed to the wonton shop across the road and said, "Let's go get something to eat."
At the wonton shop, one person and two children each ordered a bowl of wontons.
Shu Ling looked at the world outside the glass window. Human beings and traffic flowed continuously. The lights on the buildings lit up one after another as night fell, and the world became gorgeous and bright.
Shu Ling saw such a scene for the first time and was stunned.
After eating wontons, they went back to the hotel to rest.
The two children were tired from running all the way, so they went to bed early after taking a bath.
Shu Ling and Mingyue Tong were awake. The latter looked at the former and asked, "What are Mr. Ashu's plans for the future?"
Shu Ling thought for a while and said, "Maybe it will be used as an exhibit in a museum."
It said: "I observed it today and thought it would be good as an exhibit."
The temperature of the museum is specific, and most of the exhibits have their own cabinets. You won't have to worry about being exposed to the sun or rain while lying in the cabinets. You can also practice some exercise and regain your strength.
Shu Ling thinks this is good.
Mingyuetong nodded: "It's indeed good."
She helped Shu Ling send a message to her senior brother.
Wuwei quickly replied: "You bring Mr. Ashu back tomorrow, and I will send him to the relevant department to register."
Mingyuetong replied: "Okay.
Just as the news was sent, Mingyuetong seemed to notice something and suddenly raised his head and looked out the hotel window.
In order to make it easier to go to the museum, the group booked a hotel very close to the museum. The museum building can be seen from the window on the upper floor of the hotel.
"Fellow Taoist Wuchen..." Shu Ling noticed something strange about Mingyuetong.
Mingyuetong raised her hand to stop him from talking, and she stared out the window.
Shu Ling followed her gaze and saw that there were many colored lights installed on the museum building. The colored lights flickered in the night, and there was nothing unusual about them.
Mingyuetong stood up and took out a few bright yellow talismans from somewhere. The talismans flew out of her hands as if they were alive and landed in the four corners of the room, forming a defensive array.
After doing all this, Mingyuetong opened the window, turned to Shu Ling and said, "I'm going out for a while, please help me take a look at my junior brothers and the others."
After saying that, Mingyuetong didn't wait for Shu Ling to finish, climbed up the window, and jumped out.
"Priest Wuchen..." Shu Ling was startled. The floor was so high now.
Shu Ling quickly floated to the window and saw Mingyue Tong jumping a few times in mid-air and landing on the roof of the museum in the blink of an eye. Soon, she found a direction, jumped down, and disappeared from Shu Ling's sight. .
Shu Ling:......
The museum is quiet and dimly lit at night.
Mingyuetong stood in the corner and sent a message to his senior brother. He turned his phone to silent, put it away, looked around, determined a certain direction, and walked quickly in that direction.
The treasure of the museum in Province X is a sword used by an emperor more than two thousand years ago. When the sword was unearthed, the archaeologists present felt an endless chill.
At that time, personnel from the special management department were also present. After all, many cultural relics had already become spirits when they were unearthed. In order to prevent these refined cultural relics from misunderstanding the archaeological figures, the special management department would send dedicated personnel to deal with the matter of the spirited cultural relics.
At first, everyone would think that the sword used by the emperor would become a spirit, but it did not have any spiritual consciousness, so in the end it was a sword with extremely murderous intent.
After the museum was built, the sword was placed in the largest room in the museum as a treasure.
The spotlight fell on the sword, which was placed on the stand. The light fell on its snow-white sword body, glowing with cold light.
A dark shadow slowly approached the sword. Wherever the dark shadow passed, the lights in the room would freeze and flicker.
