Museum of Demons

Tianshi Mansion.

Contemporary celestial master Zhang Ruosu is practicing in self-retreat.

Wearing only a plain Taoist robe, sitting on the futon in the house, everything else is placed outside the house, and his disciples will take care of it. This is the habit of the old celestial master. Although there is no elder's shelf, and kindness on weekdays, But every month there will be special time to practice.

Practice in practice, cultivate the mind in life.

He is not a disciple of the Zhang family.

But later changed his surname to Zhang.

This means that he has surpassed all the disciples of their generation, and even the Zhang family’s direct inheritance was included in the gate wall. As the next generation of celestial masters, you can also see his hard work. In front of his things and miscellaneous things, a young Taoist man sat cross-legged. Thinking, suddenly the phone flashed.

The young man was surprised and reached out and turned on the phone. He was watching the things of the heavenly master during this period, so as not to miss any news.

The above is from an account called the owner of the library.

Master, is this a fellow daoist of Shizu?

Strange title.

The young Taoist priest curiously said: "Zhang Daoyou, I have got Birch's soul separation, but it is a pity that the previous brand has been exhausted. In addition, if the Heavenly Master Mansion has spare capacity, please pay attention to the changes in the Huaishui Guishan area. "

This is obviously the tone of a peer conversation.

Sure enough, it was a senior who was over a hundred years old.

Suddenly, Zhang Yun did not take the liberty of answering the news for the master, but silently wrote down these things, and then went to find the master uncle on duty in the temple, and said, "Master, there is a Taoist friend called the master of the master, who said, Let’s pay attention to the Huaishui Guishan area."

"Huishui Turtle Mountain?"

The Taoist said in amazement, "There hasn't been any abnormality in that place for nearly a hundred years. Why did you mention it suddenly?"

Zhang Yun was also puzzled, shook his head and said, "I don’t know, but since it’s Master’s Taoist friend, then it must be the elder of the game world who has noticed something strange and sent the message to Master. The ancestor is in retreat, so we should check the situation."

The Taoist on duty pondered a little, nodded slowly, and said, "What you said is."

"I will send my disciples to hold the instruments."

After instructing the matter, the Taoist on duty observes the water system from the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and starts divination in response to the heavenly stars. He still doesn't notice any difference. He shakes his head and feels weird, but he has to keep the matter in his heart for the time being. .

Perhaps this is just an agreement between the senior called the master of the museum and the master.

These juniors don't understand the mystery.

He touched his gray beard, feeling deeply in his heart.

……………………

Wei Yuan stopped at a pottery hobby studio in Quan City.

I had a nightmare at night and couldn’t fall asleep anyway. He wanted to try to see if he could use some hard work to weaken the influence of the previous Yuan. Among them, pottery is definitely the best choice. I only found out after going there. I don’t know if it is a coincidence or That said, all of the more than 20 people in class today are young and fashionable girls.

There is only his only male.

Those girls who looked youthful and beautiful looked at him curiously. As a teacher, she was a mature and gentle woman in her thirties with an elegant temperament. Her hair was simply combed into a ponytail, and she glanced at Wei Yuan in surprise. Then smiled and nodded, asked him to sit down, took out a sample, and introduced:

"Today we are here to teach you how to make a vase of pottery. It is simpler and more practical. After it is completely completed, you can take it away. It is a good choice for flower arrangement at home, or simply as a display."

Wei Yuan took a look at the sample. It was a very common type of pottery. In comparison, the sketcher should be familiar with this kind of thing. After a little introduction, the teacher began to teach some basic pottery methods. After that is free creation.

Everyone has their own workbench, with many tools on it, similar to pottery wheels, turntables, and various cutting and hollowing tools, densely packed, it looks like a very professional feeling.

Wei Yuan hardly missed a word when he listened. With his current control of the body, he can easily complete these uncomplicated skills, but when he is really getting started, the lessons he heard before and those modern All of his pottery skills have been left behind.

The body moves one step earlier.

Yu Xuesong walked around the students and corrected some common mistakes.

Even if it's just an online shopping experience class, she is attentive and serious enough.

Although most people come here just to experience pottery, which is regarded as a hobby, and basically won't have a second time, but the content of today's teaching is very basic, and with complete tools, it is easy to produce results.

Even if there are various shortcomings and problems, but at least it looks like a pottery, it will have a sense of accomplishment, this is enough, this sense of accomplishment can leave some people to experience it for the second time, and there will be a small Some people really have a passion for pottery, which may be the value of this job beyond money.

Pottery and pottery used to accompany people for a long time.

But now it has gradually disappeared in most people's lives.

As a pottery worker, Yu Xuesong was somewhat confused about this, and pointed out a girl’s loophole. She suddenly heard a surprised exclamation, turned her head subconsciously, and looked at the one sitting on the edge. A male student.

Then his eyes widened.

Pottery has gone through a long period of development, and there are many auxiliary tools in modern times, but she saw that the young man who came to experience gave up those tools and only used the fast wheel to draw the embryo. A pottery appeared naturally and smoothly. He touched his hand, then modified it with his fingers, and carved the lines with a wooden knife.

The hands are steady, even horribly steady in her eyes.

All the movements are calm and unhurried, without the slightest superfluous, almost like art.

And the young man who made pottery was full of attention and meticulous demeanor.

Yu Xuesong was a little lost. At that moment, she almost felt that she had seen her teacher, the old gentleman who had studied pottery all his life, with the same meticulousness, concentration and gentleness. Believe it.

It was as if in front of this young man, the respected elders looked inferior.

It's like those great masters in the legend.

But he is obviously still so young...

She covered her mouth subconsciously, not letting herself exclaim and disturb the other person.

What appeared in the opponent’s hands was a simple but quaint pottery that was completely different from the one used for display. This pottery had a strong and primitive style, with a striking beauty. Both the arc and the decorations on it were extremely natural. It seems to be formed naturally, with a sense of mystery that is different from this era.

This is almost a work of art.

She couldn't help but want to speak, but suddenly found the very young youth staring at the pottery.

I don't know when I have burst into tears.

Wei Yuan looked at the pottery that almost naturally appeared in his hands. A sadness that even he could not describe or describe appeared abruptly. Tears appeared almost uncontrollably, and then lost his senses. He recovered his senses and used his cuffs. Wiped tears.

Suddenly heard the sound of a cell phone taking pictures with a click, Wei Yuan turned around and saw Yu Xuesong took a picture of his own pottery. The latter smiled embarrassedly and said: "...This is so beautiful, and it seems to be very old. That style, are you not a beginner?"

Wei Yuan fell silent, and replied with a smile: "That's it."

He stared at this pottery, as if seeing Yuan's youth and Yuan's oldness.

Yu Xuesong would feel that his teachers are incomparable. It is normal. People in this era only regard pottery as the best, but in Shendai, this is Yuan's life...

Wei Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand and patted the pottery that had just been made.

Hui Xuesong was taken aback, and then looked at the pottery with regret. Wei Yuan took a deep breath. He originally said that he would send the pottery to Jue as a vase when he made the pottery, but now it doesn’t seem like a good gift, he hasn’t. Be mentally prepared to show something.

Wei Yuan got up to say goodbye, and after giving five-star praise, he came out of the pottery studio.

Looking at the sun outside, pursing his lips, Yuan's memories and experiences that have left behind have caused considerable trouble to him now, and they are obviously more serious than he thought.

Relying on self-cultivation and meditation, increasing self should be able to reduce this influence, but Wei Yuan thinks it is better to see a psychiatrist.

After returning to the museum, I turned on the computer and revisited the largest mental hospital in Jiangnan Province.

Click on the appointment part and ask the customer service. After distinguishing the cost-effectiveness and comprehensive evaluation of patients on the Internet, Wei Yuan chose a high-achieving student who was said to be born in a prestigious school and had studied abroad as his psychologist, and made an appointment. Time.

Although the hospital is in Yingtianfu, modern transportation is extremely developed.

It's not too much trouble.

Soon Wei Yuan received a text message informing him that his appointment was successful. He looked at the doctor's photo on the website. It was a young woman with short hair and a beautiful and gentle face. Her look and smile gave people a sense of peace. .

The name was Wang Qi~www.NovelMTL.com~ After get off work, Yu Xuesong sent away the last batch of students.

Exhausted, she sat down to rest, turned on her mobile phone and played for a while, and suddenly remembered the young man she saw today, as well as his apparently antique-style pottery, so she sent the photo to her classmates. Group in.

In fact, she studied sculpture art at the Academy of Fine Arts as a bachelor, and then turned to pottery.

After graduation, the classmates in the group seldom bubbed. She waited for a while with great interest, but there was still no answer. After graduation, everyone’s feelings were weakened, so she didn’t care too much and packed up her things and went home. After taking a shower and lying lazily on the sofa, the phone screen flickered twice.

It is the old professor with high morals in my memory.

"Who did this?"

PS: Thank you for the 20,000 starting currency at the end of ds, thank you~