Museum of Demons

Layers of ripples slowly stirred up, and then spread around in a mysterious way.

This is the surface of the water, the surface of the sea. Below you can see one after another fish swaying away, while in the distant direction are surging waves, and the center of the ripples rises upwards, and finally spreads to a silk thread.

Someone is fishing in the sea.

Then the bamboo pole in the right hand was slightly forced, the fishing line was pulled up, and then the fish was caught.

"good!"

Someone was cheering nearby.

And the fish caught by the fishing line was caught in his hand. It was an old man with white beard and hair. He said he was an old man, but there were no wrinkles on his face. His eyes were bright and energetic, like a young man. He was dressed in Taoist robes, and a green donkey was grazing beside him.

It's Zhang Ruosu.

In other words, Zhang Guolao.

Zhang Ruosu sighed, looked at the fish he caught, and after picking it off, he threw it into the sea again, saying: "What's the matter, this kind of thing has been done for decades and hundreds of years, no matter who it is Can it be done smoothly?"

He is telling the truth.

So Lan Caihe, who just opened his mouth to applaud, just smiled slightly and stopped talking.

A true Taoist cultivator, a true land immortal, his own cultivation has reached a level where he cannot go any further. He is in harmony with the heaven and the earth. You can't shoot at will, otherwise you will easily consume too much spiritual energy.

They need an opportunity.

An opportunity for a huge and pure aura to flow into this world.

At that time, they can take this step one step at a time.

That process, they call it stepping through the fairy gate.

A gentleman hides his weapon in his body and waits for it to move.

Because of this, they actually left legends in various places, reminding those cultivators of their inner self, not to consume too much. To, and the goods Wujin mixed with the world.

This so-called unreachable celestial talisman is the key beauty.

However, despite this, at this moment, my own soul is united with the world, and I can live a long life, but no matter how long my life is, I have been waiting for an "opportunity" until now, but Zhang Ruosu and others Some are upset.

Han Zhongli stepped on the water with both feet, shaking the cattail fan in his hand, and said with emotion:

"However, when will the so-called karmic opportunity to cross the sea come?"

"If this doesn't happen again, the times outside have changed."

"We've been waiting for two dynasties, and it hasn't come yet."

When they first met that person, it was just during the Song Dynasty. When Yue Fei passed away, they found Lu Chunyang's reincarnation, and then brought them to practice together. After decades, Lu Chunyang's reincarnation Wang Chongyang's cultivation finally reached the level of the real immortal on the land. , "Fathering" and left the Quanzhen Daomen, and practiced with them in the Formation of Eight Immortals.

While sharpening one's own realm and cooperation, he is waiting on the bank of the East China Sea.

I thought I could cross the sea soon.

But I never thought that after such a wait, decades have passed.

The Song Dynasty fell, and then the Yuan Dynasty rose, and Kublai Khan's cavalry swept across Europe and Asia.

Zhang Ruosu was worried that the lord of the Fairy Forest who had a bad relationship with him in the distant future would have to go out of the mountain in person and arrived at the Fairy Forest. The fairy in the lake has been around for more than a hundred years.

Zhang Ruosu is already in the realm of Taoist immortals.

Compared with when he first arrived here, he was at a higher level, easily defusing the charge of the Mongolian cavalry, and rescued the fairy in the lake. Well, I must repay you with my eyes wide open.

The old Taoist replied:

"Just do good deeds."

The voice paused, thinking

The evil fate that will happen in the future, added:

"In the future, if one day you see a black-haired practitioner coming from the east with a sword on his back, don't give him any good looks, especially one named Zhang Ruosu. Don't let him enter your fairy forest. remember."

She waited until the girl nodded solemnly, saying that she would definitely not have a good look at that Zhang Ruosu.

Nor would he be allowed to enter the Fairy Forest.

Zhang Ruosu sighed with emotion, turned around, waved his hand at the girl, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Then, Vivienne, goodbye."

"Um?"

"Well, okay, goodbye."

"Looking forward to seeing you again, sir."

The brown-haired, slightly curly lake fairy in a long skirt unique to this era raised her head blankly, then raised her skirt slightly with both hands, saluted gracefully, looked up and saw the Taoist waved at her with his back, walked out with one step, and disappeared , but I could vaguely see the unrestrained and unrestrained back, with the wooden hairpin binding her hair, and holding a sword.

She remembered this back view deeply in her mind, watched the old man go away, hummed a song just now, turned around briskly, two birds landed on her shoulders, and she walked a few steps , suddenly remembered a question, patted his forehead, and said: "If you want me to do good things, don't bother with this Zhang Ruosu."

"But if this Zhang Ruosu is seriously injured outside, I don't care about it?"

"If you don't care about it, it's not considered a good deed, but if you manage it, it's considered to be paying attention to him?"

After pondering for a long time, the girl came to a conclusion.

"Save him first."

"Then just treat him badly!"

The old Taoist didn't know what the girl behind him was thinking, but he just felt peaceful in his heart, with a little melancholy and a sense of freedom, and said to himself: "You saved my life back then, and paying you back today is also a cause and effect. , cause and effect are intertwined, and if cause and effect are eliminated, we can never see each other again in the future.”

Then he traveled back to China from Northern Europe.

It took decades to come and go, and the old Taoist knew on the road that Kublai Khan, who conquered his life, had passed away, but the Eight Immortals were also running around during this period of time, preventing many The indiscriminate killing, which also caused the time to cross the sea to leave again.

At this moment on the bank of the East China Sea, Zhang Ruosu looked at the vast sea area and heard the nagging of his friends.

The old man raised his eyelids slightly, and said calmly, "Whenever there is a big event, there is calmness."

"You are so irritable and difficult, how can you be a person who does great things?"

"If you want to cross the East China Sea and turn back the years, your natural state of mind is detached. At this moment, you still have obsession, just like the waves of the East China Sea never stop. How can it be "It's time"?"

Lu Chunyang, Han Xiangzi and others were startled, they were speechless to each other, and immediately sighed:

"I see. The so-called time is up, which means that our own state of mind is peaceful."

"If you care so much about this matter, and the obsession arises in your heart, then you have the attachment, and the attachment creates demons. This time will never come, huh... Our realm is still too low."

They bowed their hands to the old Taoist.

Zhang Ruosu sat on the bluestone and nodded slightly.

Looking at the sea reflecting the sky and clouds, the corners of his mouth twitched.

No, I was just rambling, how did you really say so many good things?

Damn, I'm in a hurry too!

Wei Yuan, you brat, three years later and three years later, three years later and three years later, now it's been more than a year and a half, how long are you going to make us wait!

Zhang Ruosu gritted his teeth.

The old man couldn't help but want to put on a show in front of that smelly old man Lin Shouyi.

Hook shoulders with him and tell him that you worship the Eight Immortals, right? You worship me.

Come on, come on, this, Lu Chunyang, this, Han Xiangzi, and this, how many young Taoist priests dreamed of He Xiangu when he was young, he is a real person, really, is it serious, is it surprising? Then look at the old man guy face

The stunned look laughed, and in turn poured him the wine made by Suxiao Jiuxin Pill!

The old man can't wait!

Don't make me wait any longer!

Tieguai Li and Han Zhongli over there were also drinking, but Tieguai Li looked at it very openly. After all, he was a Taoist who had been taught by Lao Tzu himself. Indulging in pleasure, drinking a sip of dirty wine, and suddenly asked:

"We kept going down the mountain to stop the atrocities of the Yuan army. I remember that after you went to save people, a village was plagued by locusts. What happened to those children?"

Han Zhongli sighed and said: "The world is cruel and insensitive, there are bandits everywhere, and there are locust plagues and plagues. The Yuan Dynasty pacified the world in such a short time, and the building is about to collapse again. I am afraid that there will be more killings. Now the land of the Central Plains, almost I don’t know Huaxia clothes anymore.”

The Eight Immortals present were all born in the prosperity of China, and they all fell silent at the moment.

Han Zhongli said: "As for those children, they are not the roots of cultivation, and they can no longer suffer from running around. I will arrange them well."

"Most of them have relatives, but there is only one. There are several people in the family. Only he and his second brother died. The second brother has his own family, and the second sister-in-law is unwilling to take this child, so I put him in the Inside a temple."

"The kid joked to himself that he was homeless, and he asked my name, but he didn't even know it."

"The monk asked him about his background, and he only said that he was from the Zhongli area of ​​Haozhou."

Tieguai Li said: "Using your name as his hometown?"

"He's a good boy."

"Yeah, it's a pity that I went there before, but the temple has already dismissed too many disciples because of the disaster years. That child has already been displaced."

Tieguai Li looked complicated, and asked, "What's your last name?"

"Maybe I can do the math."

Han Zhongli was about to speak.

clatter—

All of a sudden, above the East China Sea, waves rose everywhere, and the rumbling energy rushed in all directions, causing huge vortices to appear one after another. Even Zhang Ruosu's fish were frightened away. Out of phase in front, a golden streamer fell and turned into a shadow of a person, said lightly:

"The karma has already appeared, and the Eight Immortals will arrive."

"You can cross the Eastern Sea."

Zhang Ruosu got up, with a sharp look on his body, and said loudly:

"The time has come!"

"Everyone, time is like the sea, you and I, fellow practitioners, should cross it!"

at the same time-

In the first Taoist temple in a distant place, Zhang Sanfeng, who was almost a hundred years old, took a child by the hand and walked up to the master. It was a rare time for him to go back to the mountain. After a while, said:

"Teacher, this is the child I found at the foot of the mountain."

"He has no family, no family, and is lonely. Now there are signs of chaos in the world. My disciple wants to take him back to the mountain, just like my adoptive father took me back in the past. I also gave him the surname Zhang. This disciple is already a hundred years old. , may die in a few years, and then he will take care of you."

The child looked up.

The hundred-year-old Taoist who still looked young next to him took his hand and smiled gently at him.

That hand was warm and dry, as if it warmed his whole body, the worry and fear in his heart disappeared instantly, and he became peaceful, and then subconsciously shook this hand. When he was displaced, It was this Taoist who saved him.

Give him clean clothes and feed him well.

He wanted to learn martial arts, so he taught him martial arts. He woke up trembling at night, and could see a Taoist meditating not far away, with bright lights beside him, still illuminating his world.

A little warmth in such a chaotic world left a big mark in his dark life.

Let him go far, far away, even if he drifts away from this Taoist man and has no books, even if he has already ruled the world, he still asks for it more than once.

People go get him back.

Historians of later generations were puzzled and admired. As a monk or beggar abandoned by the temple, he should have been like a sheep crawling at the feet of a nobleman to survive. After being plucked of hair and flesh, and his bones exposed to the wilderness, why would he look like a sheep? He rushed towards this troubled world like a roaring lion, crushing all the enemies of that era.

Regardless of whether it is a tyrant known as a ruthless tyrant or a hero who reshaped China, no matter whether it is praise or insult, no one can deny that there was a palm in the chaotic world of that era that belonged to him. After experiencing his pain, his wish finally turned into the Ming Wang Jinghuo who burned the world.

The beggar held out his chest and rode a war horse on the banks of the south of the Yangtze River to save the world.

The sword is already full of bones.

But he, who has only stayed in the temple all his life, went to find a certain Taoist more than once.

In the Ming Dynasty, [the Forbidden City was built in the north and Wudang was built in the south].

For Ming, the name Zhang Sanfeng is almost like immortality. For Qin, the iron-blooded emperor was searching for traces of him even in his last life, as if he was looking for the person who was pulling him forward in that vast rainy night. Warm, even though he knew it was just futile.

But now, he saw the black-robed Taoist drooping his eyes, those eyes were like the sky, but with a hint of gentleness.

"What is your name?"

The boy whose hair was not long enough hesitated, bowed down and replied, "My surname is Zhu, from Zhongli, Haozhou."

"There are many brothers in my family. I am the eighth, and my name is Zhu Chongba."

"But both father and mother are dead~www.NovelMTL.com~Fortunately, there is still the second elder brother inheriting the incense. The disciple is willing to change his surname to Zhang. I hope the old master can accept the disciple."

"Zhang?"

The Taoist in black robe looked at him and suddenly asked, "How do you feel about this era?"

The young man seemed to think of his dead relatives, he was silent for a while, and said:

"The people are destitute, they should be punished."

The black-robed Taoist had deep and gentle eyes, finally he seemed to sigh, and said, "Take him."

"But there's no need to change your surname. In such troubled times, it's good to leave incense behind."

"Zhu Chongba, Zhang is not in the front, but in the back."

"From now on, you will be called...【Zhu Yuanzhang】..."

"Zhu Yuanzhang."

-- to view