Museum of Demons

Kunlun Mountain is in the northwest area of ​​China.

Quanzhou is in the southeast.

Therefore, when Wei Yuan returned to Quanzhou from Kunlun Mountain, he was bound to pass through Shu, and Wuhou Temple, at least the one in the eyes of ordinary people, was in Shu, and Liu Xuande’s tomb became one. Buildings.

Wei Yuan stood in Shudi.

Now it is quite prosperous, in contrast with the impression left in memory.

Wei Yuan was not used to it for a while.

The bustling and prosperous modern city, with stylishly dressed men and women, is a bit different from the atmosphere of visiting old people. Wei Yuan glanced at the direction of Wuhou Temple from a distance, thinking about whether to have a hot pot first, and then a bowl of ice powder. Finally, I will bring a hot pot takeaway to Wuhou Temple.

With that guy’s character.

If you are still alive and see yourself entering with sadness on your face, you will definitely laugh at it fiercely.

It might even come with a poem on the piano.

Wuhou Temple will be closed at 8 o’clock in the evening. Wei Yuan did not go in during the day. He carried a bag of things until night and walked slowly to the front of Wuhou Temple. At this time, tourists were not allowed inside. Some tourists also walked out slowly.

A couple took a twelve or thirteen-year-old child out.

"Do you know where this is?"

"Of course I know, Zhuge Liang."

The young man walked forward swayingly, casually carrying a poem: "Gong covers three parts of the country, and the famous eight formations."

"Jiang Liushi doesn't turn, hate and lose swallow Wu."

The child's mother smiled and encouraged him:

"Memorize one more poem, and if you recite another poem, I will give you something delicious later."

"what……"

When the boy heard that he had to recite another poem, his face was reluctant, but when he heard that there was something to eat, his eyes were slightly bright. After thinking about it, he stumbled on his back: "The Prime Minister’s Ancestral Hall Mian Yang Hu , Juniper Sensen Tiegangu, pedestrians point to Dingjun Mountain, the moon is dark and the sky is overcast, and the drums are heard..."

This is a relatively small poem, with a total of eight sentences.

So the child is a little difficult to carry.

It took a long time before I recite the last two sentences:

"I came to dismount and worship the barren hills, and it was first-rate for three generations."

"Mianzhu is still dead in the war."

"A loyal and majestic one."

He breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he just heard someone say that Zhuge Liang's eldest son and eldest grandson had all died in the battle in the Kingdom of Shu. Only then did he remember the last two sentences. Now he couldn't get away with the promised food. He raised his head triumphantly. , Seeing the triumphant gaze in the approval of his parents, and the surprise of the adults next to him.

Feeling the evening breeze blowing on the face makes people feel comfortable.

He enjoys this feeling.

When I turned around, I suddenly saw a young man standing next to him and saw the young man's face. The boy who was immersed in pride was stunned.

Then he was dragged forward by his parents. There were two children in front of them, holding two toys, one holding Zhuge Liang's lupin and the other holding Monkey King's golden hoop, where they were fighting and playing.

Pedestrians join the crowd.

The crowd rushed into the street again and returned to the city.

The staff closed the door of Wuhou Temple.

He turned his head and saw that the young uncle had disappeared, but the scene he had just seen lingered in his mind. At the entrance of a tourist attraction, only the man’s face had a saying The sadness that can't come out is obviously very young, but just now I feel like an old man who has lost everything.

He turned his head back and forth, his mother patted him on the head and smiled:

"What else are you looking at?"

"They are closed."

"but……"

"Don't talk about that, what would you like to eat today? Seeing that you are doing well, you can just mention it."

"Then... Then let's go have another hot pot meal."

"I want two bowls of ice powder, a bowl of brown sugar pearls, and a portion of crispy meat."

"Do you eat hot pot or snacks? You will be full after eating these."

The boy’s eyes were clear and he was very happy. The young man who was different from the others, he had long been behind his head. On the child’s shoulders, it should be the breeze and the moon, it should be the oriole and willow leaves, and all kinds of good things. It's fun to eat.

He is only twelve years old after all.

…………

The staff closed Wuhou Temple and rode away.

But this does not mean that there is no one in Wuhou Temple.

For some reason, it was closed. There are also some Taoist priests who specialize in looking after and protecting this ancestral hall. They will patrol here at night.

Wei Yuan looked at the ancestral hall and walked in. His stealth method became more and more adept. Although there were people coming and going around, no one could notice the signs. The Wuhou Temple in the night was very quiet, only Wei Yuan. The sound of footsteps sounded steadily.

He hesitated for a while, and walked into Zhuge Liangdian.

He looked up at the clay sculpture in Jingyuan Hall.

It’s a very strange feeling. It’s obviously that I was older in that era. It was clear that the young man said that he would provide him with old-age care and said that the descendants also have their own incense, but now I look at it and wave his hands with a smile. The young people of's are drifting away, and suddenly they have been turned into texts in history.

The smell of incense pierced people.

At this time, Wei Yuan had a complicated feeling.

On weekdays, there are birds singing, cicadas singing, computers and mobile phones, people talking, and even the creaking and creaking sounds of green-skinned trains passing the railroad tracks. The world is hot and busy, and it makes people too late to remember. , Incense, and the statue of a feather fan and a towel in front of him will truly remind him of the passage of time.

The years have really passed and will never be repeated.

The young man who would sing the Book of Songs at his door carrying the piano on his shoulders has long been unable to return.

Wei Yuan took out something from the plastic bag he brought, placed it in front of the statue of Zhuge Wuhou, took a few incense sticks from the table next to him, shook his hand, let the incense burn, and inserted it into the incense burner. He patted the incense ash on his hands and said:

"Yes, I still have to give you the last stick of incense."

"Retire."

"You're an old man who raises a fart for me."

He couldn't help but muttered: "I saw you gone back then, and I lost my head all night. Don’t you know, let’s talk about the loss of more than ten years of life. Tell me, how can I compensate me? That is, I had a good temper. I will cut you out even if I pull your soul out."

"I said I was going back to Nanyang, but I didn't go back, and I said that I was going to be pensioned, but the result was gone."

He babbled about something, bowed his head to sort the things on the table, and in a daze, there was the smiling young man in front of him. Wei Yuan paused and said softly, "However, you can rest assured that Yanhan still exists. of."

"I think it's a comfort to you at least."

He seemed to hear the sound.

Lifting his head, there is just a clay sculpture in front of him.

There was a moment of silence.

Wei Yuan took out a fruit, put it down gently, and said:

"The grass reeds in Nanyang are still there. This fruit is grown on the tree you planted back then."

"I watched it."

"When you were tall, I used a dagger to carve marks on it. Now those marks are still there. The grass is okay, but the grass is too much and too humid. When the next year comes, I will tidy up and the fruit will be ripe next year. I’ll come to see you again when I’m coming.”

"I'll take your fan first, and I won't return it to you."

"I'll wait for you to come to me personally someday."

He looked at the surrounding environment, stood up, pushed the door and left. In fact, Wei Yuan had already felt it early in the morning. At first, he hoped that the familiar atmosphere in this Wuhou Temple was the boy back then, but after he came in, he realized that it was not at all. .

In fact, it's impossible. He is similar to Zhang Jiao, both of them died from the backlash of heaven.

Not far from here is the Huiling Mausoleum of Liu Xuande, Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty.

Wei Yuan followed his breath and walked to the west of the main hall.

The main hall is Liu Bei and Liu Xuande, the east hall is Zhuge Wuhou, and the west hall is Guan Yu and Zhang Fei.

Wei Yuan walked to the West Hall, looked at the two mighty generals, and nodded clearly. There were fences around to prevent tourists from touching the statue. Wei Yuan put one hand on the fence, and he turned over and patted. He patted the dust on his body, and then Yufeng blew away the dust on the table.

He put the wine bottle on the table again, and looked at the statue of Guan Yu over there~www.NovelMTL.com~ It was indeed him, or rather, him.

After all, this is the tomb of Liu Xuande.

Wei Yuan once used the exclusive supernatural power of Crouching Tiger when he was in contact with Jue in the ghost domain.

But it is rarely used afterwards.

Knocking at your finger--

Exhilarating.

In an instant, the unpredictable Qi machine swept across the entire Wuhou Temple.

Wei Yuan raised his head and said softly, "General Guan, the old man is here."

"Can I still have a drink?"

PS: Today's update...no more, sorry, I have to adjust my work and rest forcibly in bed.

If this goes on, it might be over. Σ(|||▽|||), the last time I asked for leave was the 3rd, I insisted on thirteen days (vomiting blood)