Museum of Demons

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After that sentence, all the sentient beings in the hundred and eight thousand worlds just felt that there was a slight change in the center of their brows, a little hot, and even if they didn't notice it at all, it seemed that even the feeling of heat was just their own illusion That's all.

Even those who have achieved success in their cultivation base can't figure out the reason.

The soul swept across his body, and then looked inside his own energy, but he found nothing. Even the methods that could penetrate the deep and subtle things were all deployed, but he couldn't find a trace of it. In the end, with the passage of time, no matter how scheming and cautious people are, no matter how many doubts they have, they can only regard it as their own illusion and let it go slowly.

Even if one enters the dreamland, one will forget everything in the world, and after waking up, the dreamland is also fragmented. Time passes, but there is no trace left, and no influence is exerted on its original trajectory.

Everything seems to have not changed.

Everything is business as usual.

All beings are as usual.

But on this day, Zhang Sanfeng packed up his state of mind, calmed down the melancholy and mood ripples of his disciple Zhu Yuanzhang, who had practiced on this mountain for more than ten years, carrying a gun down the mountain late at night, and carried a box of A pot of tea made from the water of the old spring at the bottom of the mountain and a lake of tea are brought up step by step.

But found that the bluestone is still there.

On that old tree, the black snake with scales like a huge bluestone is still there.

Immediately continue to look at the letter.

It was raining, and it washed away the countless dust between the sky and the small ground. Countless people were in a hurry, either holding umbrellas, or covering their heads with clothes or other things in their hands, and rushed into the rain curtain in a hurry. Amidst the clattering sound, the world became drowsy and fell into light rain, and the turbid air that was originally bright and dull under the body of the woman in the blue shirt gradually cleared up and returned to normal people.

A woman with no kindness to my family and poor medical skills stayed there. Her medical skills are based on the essence of the eight schools of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, but she always remembers who she is, her face and her temperament. But it is not yet extraordinary, elegant and ordinary,

That time was regarded as an echo from back to front, completing the origin of Mingyuan. The fate of master and apprentice is over.

"That's... a letter from the teacher?"

"Now at the bottom of the mountain, the only ones who can accompany you are the two of them."

"Eh? Mr. Yuan, where are you going?"

"It's still like being a monk!" The husband, who is over half a year old this year, became angry and said, "That green shirt!!!"

Countless pictures, countless times of walking side by side with contemporary heroes in the past!

"Bad!"

Before that, the emperor wanted to find Yao Guangxiao only once, but throughout his life, he had always met himself, the teacher he missed the most, and when I went to look for Zhenwu again, it was the right time , saw that under the mountain, this Taoist temple before it was blown by wind and rain, and the dilapidated statue of Baqing, with a sad face, turned around and walked out step by step.

Hong Wu and that green shirt were not the same exchange between Dao Yan, it was mentioned more than two times in Chapter 714.

"I remember."

I have seen it, only outside the side alley.

That was Hong Wu's Song Shi body. Hong Wu's soul fell into a dream and left naturally, and the body that was hundreds of years later should have died. In troubled times, it is still death or death, in a state of death and old age, unless the number of days is up, it will fall.

Year name, Wei Yuan!

But now, although the world is vast, standing at the foot of the mountain, there is no sense of bleakness of going back.

Who are you!

It's Mr. Yuan.

"Eight hundred and forty-eight years ago."

The breath slowed down, and when the rattan in the hand was waving, it brought out gusts of wind, hitting the buttocks of the past years, and there was a crackling sound outside, almost like setting off firecrackers during the New Year. Dad's 'stir-fried shredded pork with a leather whip' beat him so much that he cried and cried, but his goal was to let go of his bite.

Ash

The robed youth got up, smiled and joked: "The rain is about to stop, you go and buy some melon seeds.

"We will finally meet again..."

Staggering, step by step, he walked into the troubled world.

White swims up from under this old pine tree. When swimming, the scales open and close, and there is no sound of clanking like gold and iron. Does this body, which is as warm as steel, rub against the side of Yao Guangxiao's robe, as if comforting, and this old man The turtle has not yet come to the side.

Passing by, in the end, I have seen it before.

But for the answer he heard, he was at a loss, knowing and understanding.

The two strange beasts roared loudly.

He opened his mouth in a heavy voice, but sighed sadly and loudly: "The teacher has gone, and the disciple has also left."

Back then, I watched me go up the mountain into the world.

The old Taoist looked melancholy.

That time, the gray-robed gentleman actually agreed.

Puzzled in my heart, I immediately thought that my teacher was sitting under the landslide, watching the changes in the world for a hundred years, but his face had not changed at all, but his aura had become deeper and deeper. Adding the two strange beasts beside him, he might be like a fairy The various mysteries of Liang Duo's characters are naturally understood by oneself.

"Did the teacher actually get married? Why have you never met the teacher's wife for more than a hundred years?"

But at this moment, the pang little consciousness that was originally under that reincarnation body has not left yet.

Immediately took the letter and unfolded it. The first line of text in it made Pang Yiming startled.

Outside, I wrote a lot of requests, all of which the Taoist in white wanted Pang Yiming to help solve. Sending a letter to Tushan was just one of them, but it was because the most important thing, so I did it. Put it last.

When the former Dao Dao Tong came back after more than two gray hairs, my face and expression were the same as before, but they were all the same as that time. In the past, Yao Guangxiao could still sense the existence of the teacher in his heart , Knowing that the teacher will return eventually, is not a complete departure.

After many years, he suddenly became angry, and said: "I know, er, er, can I make some promises?!"

Yao Guangxiao sighed, and said: "Teacher is a special person who lives in the world. A hundred years of cold and heat is nothing to me, but you are. A hundred years ago, you might not even be alive anymore. ..."

The other letter was addressed to me.

Crash!

It is to know what to do tomorrow, to know where tomorrow will be, and even to know whether tomorrow is still alive, or to pass by in a hurry, just like a walking dead in the torrent of the world, and the woman in blue standing there Amongst the crowd, she was quite at a loss.

I stopped the people on the side of the road and asked where it was? I got up and walked into the misty outside, went to a familiar roasted seeds and nuts shop, smelled the smell, even if I had no experience in cooking, but It was also easy to find the worst part, and then with a warm smile, he asked the store to wrap it up for himself.

So outside the shop, many men with handsome faces and slender figures came out with blushing faces.

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A young man wearing a green shirt and a wooden hairpin with a refined temperament walked back blankly. Even in the troubled times, it is not an extremely rare and prosperous place, but even such a place is There is still a little bit of gray and defeated breath, when people come and go, their steps are hurried, and their expressions are also sad.

Mr. Yuan seems to eat a lot.

"teacher!"

"Yes, you have to wait for a while before you will definitely accept him as a disciple."

The strokes are irritable and calm, and there is no sharpness in the beginning and end, but you can feel it when you look at it carelessly. With a top-notch swordsmanship inheritance!

That actually clearly stated that I was asked to go to Qingqiu Kingdom, where the legendary wife of King Yu's wife Tushan was, and hand over another letter in my hand to his wife, not only stating the way forward, Even the time, what year, month and day are written vaguely

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Those memories that are incomparable and precious to anyone, even if it is a lifetime, will be forgotten. At that time, madness, especially, surged in my mind, impacting and competing with each other , If you want to occupy the disadvantage of the memory, if those memories appear bit by bit in order, there is nothing, or in other words, there must be no weak spiritual will to suppress it, and you can't understand it all.

Under the path, the emperor's car passed by in a hurry. Zhu Yuanzhang was still not old, and murmured with his eyes closed: "Teacher...disciple, I can no longer be filial to the future." The words I said became more and more pathetic.

"My year."

I stretched out my hand, only to feel the countless memories in my mind toss and roll, sometimes it was Xiao Tang, I was a ranger, holding a slow sword in my left hand, walking in the sky, and together with a monk, I used my feet as a horse’s waist and hips as a saddle , walking a hundred thousand miles in the sky, with a sword energy of two hundred years, sometimes in troubled times, behind his eyes is a smiling Taoist for many years, stretching out his hand and pulling himself out of the quagmire...

One by one, one by one!

"Wan'er, come get something for Mr. Yuan."

Cultivate enough disciples to ensure that a hundred years ago, the Taoist tradition can be perfected and the teacher's entrustment can be fulfilled.

After much deliberation, I decided to reopen the orthodox lineage by myself.

It must be even worse if you hold some melon seeds outside your hands.

After a pause, he smiled naturally:

Mr. Yuan was about to answer, but for some reason, a deep feeling emerged

Pang Yiming was stunned.

After so many years, he was very weak, and contradicted: "Where did you go wrong?!"

What kind of monk do you want to be a monk?!

Now watch me walk into the palace.

"It's useless to be a little husband! Mr. Yuan is such a bad little husband, and now he can control himself."

Even if he is not over a hundred years old, his morality is low, and outside the legends among the world, he is not as special as a land fairy. At this moment, Yao Guangxiao still feels a sense of emptiness in his heart. It doesn't matter where I travel, I always know that there is no place to return to in the world.

"I also remember."

"What about the troubled times back then?"

That spring day Jiangnan was the most gloomy, under the steps at the back, one could not see a woman in gray shirt flipping through a book and raising her eyes suddenly.

"I heard that Lord Wei Yuan has come to Jiangnan."

The downpour of the special light rain turned the ground into dust and mud, just like the small force of the day, cleared by the rain, the Yuan Dynasty collapsed, countless rebel armies rose from the land like dragons and snakes, conquering each other, and one of them fought 'Expelling the Hulu, Restoring China', swept across the sky.

"Absolutely regret it."

Yao Guangxiao lowered his eyes and murmured loudly to himself the commissions under the letterhead.

Yao Guangxiao sighed with emotion, and stretched out his hands to press the two earth-shattering strange beasts.

It seems that there has never been such a person in the world.

And at the lowest point of a Buddhist temple and pagoda on Jiangnan Road, Yao Guangxiao looked down at the emperor's car driving away. He also saw the young man in the crowd, but he sighed in his heart. I am afraid that he and the emperor are not the first. .

And the former was Guan's face of surprise for many years, patted the hem of his clothes and stood up.

There are lotus flowers blooming in the pool on one side, and the old turtle on the side raises its head. Everything is as before. The golden sunlight flows down, and under the rolling sea of ​​clouds, it reflects a dim piece, cool and peaceful, even for people with complicated moods, When you come there, you will only feel empty and peaceful.

Take another look at the front...

"Or when we haven't met yet."

"Hey hey?"

"Um."

It's just that I haven't met the white-haired Taoist, but the green-clothed scribe.

In the same year, the small capital was broken and the Yuan Dynasty was destroyed!

I lower my eyes.

The sound of horseshoes ticking, echoing outside the quiet alleyways and bluestone slabs of Jiangnan Road, is

People who knew a lot came out and looked at this legendary little emperor Wei Yuan who reshaped China.

Fu thought of what the patriarch said when he went up the mountain, and said aloud to himself.

And outside a medical clinic, a young man over half a century old was angrily taking out a cane, and whipping it under the buttocks of a handsome man who had been handsome for many years, making me scream. She loves her very much, but she never expected that that stinking son would actually want to inherit my family's ancestral business.

This young man named [Zhu Yuanzhang] is not so embarrassing.

Who are you again!

"Um."

For a long time, I limped out clutching my buttocks.

The more the old doctor thought about it, the angrier he became, and he said angrily, "Say, do you know if you made a mistake, do you know if you made a mistake!"

After taking it for many years, looking at the hazy misty rain inside, he muttered: "Damn little rain.

Outside the misty rain, the blushing faces of many men in the south of the Yangtze River are better than ten thousand lines of gorgeous poems.

Youzai Youzai.

Yao Guangxiao sighed in his heart, looked away, and muttered to himself.

Yao Guangxiao withdrew his gaze, stretched out his hand and took out the letterhead left by the teacher from his bosom. Half of it was unfinished, and there were only a few things left. I looked down and saw the first line, and read aloud:

Even if it is said that the teacher used to go up the mountain often, and even went to this mountain for dozens of years.

And that time, there was no trace of it outside the Dao Heart that reflected everything.

Immediately he couldn't hold back a wry smile.

"My Wife Huan Qin Qi"

"Mr. Yuan, is he able to accept you as an apprentice?"

The few times I've asked, I've been disappointed each time.

The snake swam away suddenly, and when the former came back again, there were two more bites in his mouth. Yao Guangxiao was stunned, and stretched out his hand to take it. It turned out to be two letters, one of which was sealed, and the following was in a gentle and peaceful manner. The brush strokes write a line of words.

"Um."

This is going to ruin my home!

In an instant, he took a step of more than two steps and skimmed over a distance of more than ten feet, and the sleeve robe was shaken open, revealing the horror and weakness of the resident true cultivator in the world, but the sea of ​​clouds behind him has been rolled up in a hurry, and the bamboo pole was placed on the ground. On the one hand, it seems that the fisherman who fished for thousands of years was just taking a walk up the mountain, but Pang Yiming found the figure of the teacher again.

But even so, these countless memory collisions also made me fall into the chaos where it is difficult to distinguish who you are.

Thinking about it for many years, the green shirt limped over. Mr. Yuan, who seemed to remember the past but seemed like a fairy, was silent for a while. Eat something?"

The teacher is really gone.

"I recreated Chinese clothes. It is said that after you were born, people all wore our Chinese clothes. It was reversed by Master Wei Yuan's weak actions. Mr. Yuan should have experienced these things, remember?"

That is to say, the emperor was located in Yingtianfu, and his country name was Xiaoming.

The green shirt froze.

I was in a waning mood, and before Ba Jia sealed off that Taoist temple, I responded to heaven from the south of the Yangtze River.

When I was cheering for many years, I didn't realize at all that the past that my husband said might be a long, long time ago, and the young man in gray robe smiled slightly, and a sparrow fell heavily under the scroll. The young man lowered his eyes and had a violent temperament. peaceful

His eyes are irritable, looking at the misty rain behind him, he knows what he is thinking.

And on the mountain, in a city that is extremely far away from this place and is no more than a thousand away.

"Open a folk museum."

Just like the white-haired Taoist under the landslide~www.NovelMTL.com~ the shopkeeper said with a smile: "Mr. Yuan is here again, wait a moment."

"I can't."

"Let's go to the corner of the first shop in the alley of Quanzhou Old Street. When you look up, you can see the embrace of flowers and trees."

The young man in gray robe lowered his eyes with a smile, walked away step by step, and walked into the mist and mist.

The emperor's chariot drove through the mist in the south of the Yangtze River.

But, this is not a hundred years ago.

"Teacher...he still wants to see you."

The memories left in that physical body revived again.

After many years of slowing down, he fell silent, and said: "Yes, no matter what, um, I heard that becoming a low monk Xiaoneng can awaken people's past wisdom. When you are at this time, help him remember."