Museum of Demons

The moment the girl didn't see the master, the instinct from the past recaptured her heart again. That kind of childhood experience, after thousands of years of long time, was still very clear first. , suddenly tore apart the memory, and then the girl's face turned pale.

It's just that she is no longer the little girl who was scared to cry back then. He took a deep breath, and then met the Master with the etiquette of a disciple.

"Ah, Master, long time no see."

"Heh... Jue'er, it's really been a long time since I saw you."

"When I sent you back to Mount Kunlun, I thought that I would never have the chance to see each other again in this lifetime. Who would have thought that two thousand years later, we would still be together." He sighed with emotion, and then joked: "However, you are much calmer."

"The old man thought that you would be scared and cry when you saw the old man."

Jue's face turned a little red, and then she looked calm and said generously: "I was young and didn't understand the truth at that time."

"If it's still like that now, isn't it true that there has been no progress for thousands of years?"

The master stroked his beard and praised: "Good."

The vodka lady turned around in shame.

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Jue looked around and saw no familiar figures. He took a pair of chopsticks and tasted the home-cooked dishes on the table. Then a smile appeared on his pale jade-like face, and said, "It's Yuan's cooking skills, he are you back?"

The master stroked his beard and said, "I went to Longhu Mountain to celebrate my birthday."

Jue was surprised, and then realized that the birthday of Emperor Wa was coming, nodded and said, "Then I should also prepare some gifts."

Jue helps to make tea.

It is rare to see the Master. Although it is said that when I first saw the Master when I was young, I was really frightened, but later I was indeed taught by the Master. After a long-lost meeting, it is natural to have a good chat.

Kaiming, on the other hand, reached the quiet room and began to ponder how to clean up the Nine Heavens Gate. The main purpose was to confirm what the last two causes and effects of Wei Yuan represented, and whether it had something to do with Kunlun Mountain. He decided not to Ken let go of any clues that might be related to the Queen Mother of the West.

Even if there is only the slightest possibility, he will do his best.

He has the power to sit and see the ten directions, and quickly revived the verve that remained on the Nine Heavens Gate in his hand, and the strands of golden streamers gathered together again, and finally reincarnated as Wei Yuan's previous use of the Nine Heavens Gate. At that time, the last two chopped off causal reflections.

I just took a look at it with hope, and in the end I just sighed regretfully. Those two causes and effects have nothing to do with the Kunlun West Emperor.

He waved his hand to let the cause and effect dissipate.

At the same time, or rather mysterious, above the fluctuations of the timeline. During the Tang Dynasty and Emperor Xuanzong's reign

A young Taoist with a long sword on his back laughed and waved his hands as he walked out of the door of a large family, regardless of the pale young scholar who chased after him, he just walked fast, the latter stretched out his hand to hold him back and said, "Dao Master, Daoist, stop for a while, stop for a while, we are very happy to talk today, don’t we leave overnight? Cough, Xiaosheng, Xiaosheng is really seeking the Way.”

"I also want to talk to Taoist priest Bingzhuye at night."

"Seeking the way?"

The young Taoist looked back and smiled, looking at the literati who was dressed in silk and satin, and who ate delicacies from mountains and seas, and looked at the maids on both sides to support them. She is soft and greasy, and she is not afraid to get close to literati in front of outsiders.

Ah, it's no wonder that this guy is young, he takes tonics every day, and he still looks like he is deficient.

The root of the disease is here.

So Lu Dongbin couldn't help but turn the long sword in his hand and joked:

"Since Xiongtai has been hit by swords in a row, I am afraid that my lifespan will not be long after all. Needless to say, it is possible to rise to immortality. Even if it is to maintain a long life, it is considered an extravagant thing. How about you, do you want to practice with me?"

The young literati who looked rich and noble was shocked: "Ah, this, how can you say this?"

At such a young age, Lu Dongbin, a young man with a high reputation in the Taoist sect, had already gone far. He could hear a few loud laughter from a distance. It was a poem. Because the person who recited it was Lu Dongbin, it was passed down in Tang poems: "The two or eight beautiful people are like crispy bodies, and they cut ordinary people with swords around their waists."

"Although no one's head has fallen, I secretly teach you that the bone marrow is withered!"

It was only then that the young scribe realized that the Taoist was secretly laughing at himself, and his face turned blue.

She was determined to learn what the Taoist said about cultivating her body and mind, but she looked at the beauties on her left and right. Although she didn't say anything about sinking fish and falling geese, she had a beautiful face and a soft body, like a warm jade. After hesitating for a while, he still shook his head and said, "This is the fault of the Taoist priest. This **** is a human emotion, and the saints say that food is also sexual."

"It's your Excellency, although it is said that you are in the rivers and lakes, it is inevitable to be lonely outside. There are so many good things in the world that have never been experienced before. Envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals, the joy of the boudoir is beautiful, and the Taoist master has so many precepts, you don’t know it, right?”

"In my opinion, your practice is far less enjoyable than my life."

Lu Dongbin just smiled and looked at the sharp-spoken and articulate scholar, and turned around without answering. The scholar who hugged from left to right laughed loudly: "You and I discussed the Tao before, why didn't the Taoist answer?"

Lv Dongbin raised the sword in his hand, as if he had greeted him, and said with a smile, "Your question is very good, I have to think about it carefully, and next time I see you, I will answer you. ?"

Seeing the man leave.

The maid next to her said delicately, "Perhaps this man couldn't answer the son's words, so he had to hide his face and flee in a daze."

The young master said sternly: "Brother Lu is a cultivator with Taoism, how can you be so disrespectful, but I still feel that his so-called penance is still not beautiful, and today's saints are young and strong, and they are not inferior to me in the past. Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, and today the world has risen to peace, I should learn the arts of literature and martial arts, and plan to seal a wife and a son, and the emperor will be the prime minister."

The soft woman giggled and said, "So, the son is going to study hard tonight, so I'll accompany sister Wan'er."

The stern expression on the face of the young gentleman who was still upright just now collapsed. He stretched out his hand to hold the woman's fair palm, and said with a smile, "What is disturbing? This is clearly a reading at night with red sleeves and a fragrant sleeve, and it is an elegant thing since ancient times."

The woman smiled playfully and said, "Ah, what about reading books at night with red sleeves?" "I just don't know, what the son wants to read is the book of sages and sages?"

"Or my book?"

She stroked her fingers gently along her graceful curve, making the young man's eyes slightly straight, and then stretched out her arms and hugged him. There was only the sound of Yingyingyanyan's laughter left.

It's just that the spring and autumn have come, and the time has gradually passed, and the young master in this courtyard has gradually forgotten the so-called Taoist. More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he has also changed from his early twenties to one. At the age of forty, in the Tang Dynasty, ordinary people lived in their sixties. In addition, they were overworked and had some gray hair on the temples. One day, when he was looking at flowers outside, he saw a young Taoist coming towards him.

"It's you?! Brother Lu?!"

The literati looked at it for a while before shouting out in disbelief.

"Haha, of course, I went three thousand miles west and saw the Yellow Sand Desert."

Lu Dongbin smiled and told about his experience in this period of time, and then looked at the middle-aged man with gray hair, although he was a little old, but still well-maintained, the two exchanged greetings for a while, Lu Dongbin said: " It's been more than ten years, why haven't the two girls Wan'er and Yue'er disappeared?"

The literati's face showed a look of disappointment, and said, "Wan'er, she was fornicating with outsiders to steal money, and she was punished by criminal law."

"Yue'er was originally married to me as a side house. When she gave birth to a child a few years ago, she had a difficult childbirth." Lu Dongbin said with condolences.

Then he smiled and said:

"I told you back then, do you want to practice with me, but now the beauty has gone, would you like to practice?"

The scribe immediately cheered up, shook his head and said, "The world is like this, and Yue'er is also destined to be like this."

"However, Daochang Lu has been living in seclusion for so many years, and I have never found you. Now the sage and the emperor are young and strong, and they have opened up a prosperous age of Kaiyuan. Get up, Master Lu, you haven't answered the question I asked you last time."

After a chat, a cup of wine and tea, Lu Dongbin took a handful of copper plates from his sleeve robe and sprinkled it on the street performers.

Then he picked up Jian Xiaosa and left, still waved his hand, and said with a lazy smile: "This question is still too complicated."

"Pindao should think about it, next time we meet, I will definitely give you an answer." The scribe laughed dumbly, and finally shook his head and said, "This cleric."

A crisp voice could be heard: "Daddy!"

Then a young boy ran up and hugged him in front of his knees. "Father, who was it just now?"

A look of kindness appeared on the scribe's face, and said, "Daddy knew a Taoist in the rivers and lakes who talked about making mysteries before. He just said a few words. Haha, when he was young, he was also quite interested in those alchemists and immortals. Talking to people about mysticism is not once or twice, ah yes."

"You are not allowed to read any Taoist books, the imperial examination is your right path."

"okay!"

As time passed, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, who was said to have died too late, was slowly getting older. Spring and autumn came, and the atmosphere of Kaiyuan's prosperous age was gradually not as good as it was in the past. The old trees and leaves in the courtyard Green and yellow, yellow and green, the scribe was sitting on a chair in the yard, his hair was full of white, and his eyes were slightly cloudy.

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The sound of footsteps came from the autumn road, but it was harsh. The old man raised his head and saw in front of the old wooden door, a young Taoist in a coarse sermon robe, still as before, carrying a sword, wine and two or two pig heads. Meat, said with a smile: "Naughty, nagging, I ate a lot of wine and meat from you a few years ago, and I will pay you back today."

The scholar stared at it for a long time before he recognized that it was Lu Dongbin, and the corners of his mouth twitched, saying:

"I didn't expect that after so many years, Daochang Lu is still the same, and he has a good appearance."

"Haha, after thousands of years, maybe you will also be respected as the patriarch of Taoism." Lu Dongbin just laughed loudly: "A patriarch who writes limericks?"

The two drank and ate meat for a while, and Lu Dongbin casually asked about the current situation of the scribe. The latter was holding a glass of turbid wine with a sad expression on his face. Only in the middle did he know that this literati also had some fame, offended Li Linfu's family, and was eventually banished to his home. His son was even more miserable and went to the Lingnan land. Lv Dongbin brings up the old story again.

With a glass of water and wine, the scribe still smiled and asked: "However, the saint is still alive, and the traitorous officials only temporarily confused the eyes of the saint. After all, there will be a day when the sun will brighten again. Speaking of which, the problem was when we were young."

Lu Dongbin let out a haha ​​and said, "That's it."

The literati, full of white hair, no longer as high-spirited as before, forced a smile and said, "Next time?"

"Hahaha, you understand me!"

Lv Dongbin mentioned the wine gourd, staggered and left drunk, while the scribe looked at the turbid wine in the cup, wondering if the Taoist really didn't know how to answer him, or if he was just making fun of himself, he took this cup of turbid wine. After drinking, I looked at the wild geese, fallen leaves, drizzle, withered vines, indescribably desolate.

It's just that neither of them knew that the meeting would be so fast, so unprepared, that the once prosperous Tang Empire quickly became precarious, the An-Shi Rebellion made this country decline, and the chaotic army swept, this scholar will meet again. When Lu Dongbin was there, he was already extremely desolate. He was hungry for several days, and finally got a full bowl of rice from Lu Dongbin.

The white hair was wet and scattered. The old man who was talking about Xuanxian when he was young finished eating a bowl of rice, and Lu Dongbin handed him a pot of strong wine. It was past once, and then the official army came, but it didn't have to be much better for the rebel army.

As he spoke, he choked up a little, and finally sighed, maintaining his literati and elegant manner, and said with a smile:

"So, what is the answer to that question when we were young?"

The Taoist, who was still as young as he had been in the past few decades, looked at him gently and said, "Don't you understand yet?"

'In my opinion, your practice is far less enjoyable than my life. 'The old man was very sad, watching the young Taoist go away with the Qingfeng sword on his back.

But after a few months, the old man finally passed away. Lu Dongbin buried him in his hometown near the East China Sea. He could hear the blue waves surging. A lame Taoist knew that this was also a joy when he was young.

Huan talked about the legend of immortals and Lu Dongbin's failure to cross, and sang with emotion: "Everyone knows that immortals are good, but only the fame and fame can't be forgotten! Where are the past and present? The grass in the barren grave is gone."

"Everyone knows that immortals are good, but only gold and silver can't be forgotten! In the end, I only hated gathering too many, and when it was too long, my eyes were closed."

"Everyone knows that immortals are good, but only the sweet wife can't forget it!"

Zhang Guolao, who was riding a donkey upside down, suddenly raised his head and said, "No, that's it!!"

Lu Dongbin raised his head to look, and his expression suddenly became dull. He saw the extreme magnificence of the East China Sea, and between the heavens and the earth, there was a huge gate of heaven!

Above the Tianmen, the golden streamer is splendid and unpredictable, the rays of light are thousands of feet, and the auspiciousness is endless.

A Taoist man in green shirt seemed to be standing behind the door, with a distant and unpredictable bearing, as if the past, present, and future were all condensed together, mysterious and mysterious. Lu Dongbin was startled. Reading www.uukanshu.com said eagerly: "Yes, it is Tianzun!"

Then he went straight to the East China Sea, but for some unknown reason, when Yujian was halfway across, the gate of that day suddenly withdrew all the light and disappeared. The gate of heaven, which seemed to be close at hand, sensed the wisps of cause and effect and qi.

There were waves in his heart.

Yuanshi Tianzun, right in the East China Sea, at the gate of heaven after the East China Sea! I cannot cross the East China Sea with my own strength.

Unable to contact Yuanshi Tianzun behind Tianmen. That's enough for eight people!

Repeating the innate gossip since the day after tomorrow, and then trying again, crossing the East China Sea and crossing the gate of heaven. See you again, Yuanshi Datianzun!

In the dark, what Wei Yuan sensed at that time was comparable to the feedback of the Eight Immortals.

more solid.