Museum of Demons

On Longhu Mountain, Daomen Zongal.

Even if it is not as incense as those Buddhist monasteries.

It is also considered as people coming and going.

On the back mountain of Longhu Mountain, there is a lotus pond. Although it is said to be a forbidden place, in fact, it is not directly forbidden to visit from outside tourists. There is always an old Taoist dozing on the rocks by the pond. There is this old Taoist. Now, there is still no bear child who can do too much to this lotus pond.

The shameless monks of various factions, do not want to break a lotus here.

The old Taoist priest, who was still dozing under the shade of the tree, suddenly heard a child shouting in excitement, "Hey? Why does that flower seem to be blooming?!"

The old Taoist lazily doesn't care.

One spit and one take, the qi movement that has been practiced for decades is almost instinctive.

Sometimes I will feel that these children are really innocent, just a lotus flower, no matter how beautiful they bloom, if you look at them every day like yourself, they will always look bored.

It's a pity that he missed it a little too.

I missed the lotus pond for the first time when I was a teenager, and I saw the amazingness of a lotus flower in full bloom.

That feeling has never happened again.

The little boy who was the first to spotted looked at the lotus with enthusiasm. It was the black flower bone on the outside in the innermost lotus pond. There seemed to be a gap slowly. But the white and pink ones around are full of warm lotus flowers.

So there were still children who couldn't see it, and asked again and again: "Which one?"

"It's that one, the innermost one, the one that looks a little black."

Ok? ? !

Which one? ! !

Missing the old Taoist people in the past, he was almost confused.

Regardless of adjusting the air machine, he suddenly opened his eyes.

………………

Wei Yuan set foot on the steps of Longhu Mountain.

The action paused, and he lowered his head to look at the Heavenly Mandate Red Urn that slowly lit up on the back of his hand.

This was created by Zhang Daoling, the original urn, at this moment, is faintly influencing the entire Longhu Mountain, but it is not strong and there is no eruption.

Wei Yuan frowned and brushed it across.

Traveling along the Taiping Road, the red urn of the destiny that emerged for a short time was sealed.

In Chaoge, the capital of the Yin and Shang Dynasty, he has used the Mandate of Heaven to complete the construction of a large talisman formation similar to the Heavenly Court. His control of this edict is very high. Of course, more importantly, after completing the structure of the Heavenly Court, the Mandate of Heaven Chi Lu's power was consumed severely.

Wei Yuan could seal it up for a short time.

After completing the spell quickly, and after cutting off the induction of Destiny Red Urn and Longhushan, Wei Yuan was relieved and pulled on his fingerless gloves to make the Destiny Red Urn tighter.

No, no, you can't make a big noise before you set off.

He always felt that if he made a big move before setting off, Zhang Ruosu would probably find a way to detain himself, and then send his disciples to Sakurajima, but this time on Sakurajima's trip, he himself is bound to win.

Wei Yuan whispered something in his heart. Step by step, he stepped onto the steps of Longhu Mountain. He saw an old Taoist man in a gray robe waiting at the gate of the mountain. The old man looked like an ordinary Taoist priest. I haven't noticed him, but a practitioner like Wei Yuan can feel it's wrong.

There is no breath of mana.

But he felt that he was standing there, the center of the world.

The Qi machine of all things circulates around him.

Tao is self-explanatory.

Contemporary celestial master, Zhang Ruosu.

There is also a delicate young man with a red flame pattern on the eyebrows beside Zhang Ruosu, who is also in a Taoist robe.

Zhang Ruosu smiled and said, "Guardian Master, you can count it."

Wei Yuan carried his right hand back, his expression was gentle, and he slightly nodded and said, "Daoyou Zhang."

"Long wait."

………………

By the lotus pond, the old Taoist summoned his strength to look over.

But the purple lotus was completely silent. The children also complained that the first child was lying, and the old Taoist finally gave up, sighed, and laughed at himself and said that he was the boss, but he was interrupted like that. Spiritual practice.

That black lotus hadn't changed at all.

Still quietly pestle there like a club.

Neither open nor dry nor dry.

The old Taoist frustrated and closed his eyes again to practice.

Those children also slapped and left.

Still emphatically saying that I really didn't read it wrong.

The voice faded away.

On Longhu Mountain, the wind is clear and the clouds are bright, and there is peace, the wind blows, the lotus pond is rippling, the large clusters of prosperous and warm lotus flowers sway slightly, the black and autumn flower bones do not sway at all, just petals A slit opened with the wind, and closed again when the wind stopped.

It looks obviously black from the outside, but the strand that blooms is purple and gold.

Just an instant, the entire lotus pond was suppressed, but no one could see the demeanor of this instant.

…………………

Hospitality room.

There was a cup of fragrant tea in front of Wei Yuan, and the old man on the opposite side took a sip of tea with a smile.

Wei Yuan also took a sip of the tea. Perhaps the texture of the tea itself is average, but the water used to make the tea and the people who make the tea are unusual, so the mouth is sweet and the taste is good. Wei Yuan looked at the kind-eyed old man on the opposite side. Can't help but mutter to myself, is this the legendary netizen face base?

Zhang Ruosu's eyes fell on the backpack behind Wei Yuan, and curiously said: "Master Wei, this is..."

"Oh, this one, a little welcome gift."

Wei Yuan threw his hand and put the fish head behind him on the table, slammed, and shocked the old Taoist priest. The delicate young man behind who was always looking at Wei Yuan was also shivering. The old Taoist opened the box suspiciously. When he found the contents inside, he was even more stunned, Wei Yuan smiled and said:

"A good fish head for eight hundred years, fellow daoist, lend you some chili for use."

Zhang Ruoxu was taken aback, looked at the fish head, sighed slightly with pity, and said:

"Eight Hundred Years of Taoism, Fellow Taoist you just killed it like this?"

"It's a pity, it's a pity that I have cultivated for eight hundred years and turned into flying ash."

The young Taoist also chanted Taomen Wangsheng Mantra.

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you want to eat?"

Zhang Tianshi said righteously.

"eat!"

…………………

Wei Yuan personally went to the field where Zhang Ruosu himself had planted, picked up a lot of chili peppers that exuded aura, and borrowed tools and the kitchen from the cook of the Tianshifu, and made a fish head with chopped pepper, which he had already done before. Once, so this time it was really familiar with the road, and it was very smooth.

Zhang Ruoxu said in amazement: "These monsters with magical power and Taoism are not good at cooking."

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "In this respect, I am still somewhat confident."

I am an expert at cooking extraordinary creatures.

In this regard, he will not be self-effacing.

When you are done, open the rice bucket and scoop out three bowls of rice left over this morning from the inside.

Then Zhang Ruosu divided a bowl for the little Taoist priest named A Xuan.

I have to say that Zhang Ruosu's chili is much better than Wei Yuan's previous use.

The deliciousness and spirituality contained in the flesh and blood of the big monster, and the spicy taste of the pepper itself, blend more perfectly. Spread the snow-white fish meat on the rice, and then pour the soup down, chop the pepper fish head soup pudding, The noodles are a must.

But the stale rice that has been a little hard and dry after a while is also very good, because the stale rice has lost part of its moisture, and is not as soft and waxy as freshly made rice, but it can absorb more soup.

The shiny fish soup fills the gaps between the rice.

Even the white rice exudes the aroma of fish meat. The spicy taste is irritating. One chopstick after one chopstick can hardly stop. Even the young Taoist who just thought that he was a little self-blaming for eating the meat of this great demon couldn’t bear it. After eating several bowls, I finally put down my chopsticks a little embarrassed.

Eating people's mouth softly, the little Taoist's favorability for the person who cooks in person has risen rapidly.

No matter how you look at it, this doesn't seem like someone who will cause trouble.

Everyone ate and drank enough, Zhang Ruoxu asked while drinking tea:

"When are you ready to go?"

"It's not too late, let's set off today."

Zhang Ruosu said, "It's early to start today."

Wei Yuan said: "Morning?"

The old Taoist priest said in a comfortable way: "The poor way is counted. In a few days, it will be the Obon festival of the Sakurajima Buddhism gate. The Mogi family is the largest temple in Kyoto. They must have a big ceremony. That’s it. Well, the fireworks festival is actually pretty good."

On the Bon Festival of the Buddha Zong, the first-level visit with the inheritors of the temple?

The little Taoist suddenly raised his head and stared at his brother in amazement.

It's like knowing this celestial master for the first time.

This, this, who is the one who wants to make the move? !

Wei Yuan thought for a while, but still smiled and replied: "Forget it, then I have to leave today. I haven't been to Sakurajima yet. I want to go around more. By the way, Zhang Daoyou, I asked you to do it. Things, are you ready?"

Zhang Ruosu saw that Wei Yuan had decided to set off today, but he didn't force it, but just nodded.

Then asked the disciple to take out the two boxes, one was slightly longer, the other was square, which was the one with Mogi Yoshiyuki's head, but it exuded a strange smell, a little disgusting, and a strange smell. It's nauseating to mix.

Wei Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at the decent celestial master with his hands in his sleeves:

"What's this smell?"

"It's too hot, the lime can't stop it, it's a bit rotten..."

"Master, the rotten thing is not like this."

The old man fell silent, raised his head slightly, his eyes shifted and said, "Isn't it too hot in autumn?"

"This thing attracts mosquitoes and bugs a bit, and the disciple who looks at it can't stand it."

"……and so?"

"So Lao Dao sprayed some toilet water."

……………………

In the end, Wei Yuan still carried the weird box with the smell of lime, rottenness, and the fragrance of Liushen flower dew. He stepped onto the plane to Sakurajima and successfully passed the security check with illusion. The little Taoist sighed, low. Said: "There is a labor and health center owner."

When he just set off, the old Taoist took the young Taoist again and muttered for a long while.

To the effect that, staring at the master of the museum, you must never let him make any movement, but the young A Xuan felt that this master of the museum, who is not much older than himself, seemed to be very polite and polite in dealing with others. I also cook the food myself, and wash the dishes after eating, it doesn't seem like I'm going to mess with it.

Obviously the brother himself is even less reliable.

He couldn't help sighing.

But the celestial master had orders, so he had to follow.

Wei Yuan and Ah Xuan got on the plane. Sakurajima was not far from Shenzhou. After arriving at Sakurajima, they rested for a day at the home of a disciple of the Tianshifu. The weather was fine the next day. Wei Yuan got up early. A Xuan originally thought that Wei Yuan would go directly to the temple in Kyoto to solve the matter, but he wandered away in a blink of an eye, and A Xuan hurriedly called him:

"Master Wei Guan, the direction is wrong."

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "I'm here, how can I not go to Tokyo?"

"Besides, I have to buy something for those guys at home. I also go shopping in Akihabara. There is a ghost in my house and I like the things there." Wei Yuan thought of the water ghost's water escape, and the corners of his mouth twitched. , I feel nauseous when looking at the drink at hand.

Going to Akihabara, this is of course nothing.

A Xuan thought that this senior was going to do something. He was relieved when he saw this kind of thing. He didn't have any stance of refusal. He quickly handed the salute to the disciples of the lay disciples of the Heavenly Master Mansion who came to pick him up. It was a quick step to catch up.

I took the Shinkansen and arrived at Shinjuku Station in Tokyo.

Then there is Akihabara.

Such a prosperous place left the little Taoist dumbfounded and uncomfortable.

Some outfits made him look blushing.

Wei Yuan wandered all the way, buying all the way, and by the way, he gave the little Taoist a casual introduction to the things sold in these places. The little Taoist was dazzled, slowly holding a bunch of things in his arms, and in the end, he rode on the tram. Walking slowly, when Wei Yuan raised his eyes and saw the words of Kudan North in Chiyoda District, he patted the little Taoist on the shoulder and signaled to get off.

The grand summer festival was held here some time ago, and there were many tourists at that time.

There are still many stalls left.

A style completely different from that of Shenzhou, A Xuan, who has never been down the mountain, can see it.

Wei Yuan carried a wooden knife in his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled: "Where do I see the mask is good, buy two?" A Xuan turned around and saw a stall over there with evil hanging on it. Ghost masks, gods and Buddha masks, and white fox masks. The craftsmanship is good. Compared with the products of Shenzhou, they are not interesting.

The young man remembered the occupation of this museum owner, and suddenly realized, "Do you want to buy something for the museum owner? I'll buy it."

Because Wei Yuan didn't understand Japanese, A Xuan had to negotiate.

Wei Yuan used sign language to communicate and paid to buy a popsicle. A Xuanxiu Chunyang Zhenti. He doesn't eat these cold things on weekdays. Wei Yuan only bought one. He tore the package and looked at the boy over there. The Taoist negotiated seriously, smiled slightly, and walked slightly to the side. His eyes followed the lights on both sides of the festival and saw the shrine.

It seems to have been burned, but now it has been rebuilt, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter the surrounding area.

The breath of a weak soul can be felt inside.

Yasukuni News Agency.

Wei Yuan bit his mouth and lost his senses. He thought of the past scenes.

'I love books, paintings, flowers, and wine and beauty all my life, but it is not as good as my heart for you, and my heart for you is worse than my love for my country. Now China is suffering, I will die for the country. I still have my life to come back and listen to you listening to music in the south of the Yangtze River. I will never make a difference in this life. If I miss the chance to come back, I can hear you singing anywhere in China. ’

‘My generation should be with my family and country. ’

'I still remember that I ran from here many times when I was a child. Every morning, people from nearby villages would come here to sell vegetables, green vegetables, and cabbage. They were fresh, and there were frosted persimmons in the winter, from the old Chen family. The soy sauce is here, and there is a small noodle restaurant with three tables for one person, two or two sides, and a small spoonful of soy sauce, very authentic. ’

‘I thought things like this would never change...’

The lively Jiangnan City in the mouth of Wan Qiniang, a young man who used to be so young.

Finally, it turned into a cold, white name on the monument.

Wei Yuan bit the popsicle, making seals on his free hands.

With his way, with his mana, the seal is still needed, of course it is not an ordinary spell.

The clear voice slowly fell from the bottom of my heart.

Yan Yan is scorching, flying light and flying text; spitting flames and generating wind, burning wild and swallowing mountains.

Taiping Essentials——

The seventeenth method, spit the flames!

Ok? this is……

The earth is rectifying the law? !

At the booth in front of ~www.NovelMTL.com~, the young Taoist who communicated with the vendors in bad Sakurajima language suddenly felt the violent fluctuations of mana behind him, his pupils contracted, and he felt his scalp numb, subconsciously. A few steps before, the masks on the booth were scattered all over the floor amidst the sound of hula, and he hurriedly turned his head back.

The violent flames, riding the unparalleled gust of wind, have soared into the sky.

Completely engulf the shrine.

ps: Today’s first update... 4,600 words, enough words~ Thanks to innocent Ha Xiaoran for a wonderful dream, thank you~

Twenty-one days have passed, and I have to get a second shot.

In addition, I recommend a new history book "Zhen", which is a new book by the great **** Wang Zijun, a slave in the late Ming Dynasty, and eventually became the emperor. The previous book is "Dream Back to Daming Spring". Book friends who like history can give it a try~