Museum of Demons

What I saw in front of my eyes has begun to blur, and my vision is constantly darkening. I can hear the low exclamation of pedestrians, the sound of footsteps retreating in a panic, the sound of car horns, and screams. Zhou Zichang finally Unable to support his body, he fell to the ground.

He gasped quickly.

The pedestrians around him surrounded him. Someone recognized who he was. Seeing that he was covered in blood, he quickly took out his mobile phone and said:

"It's Doctor Zhou? What's wrong with you?"

"Hurry up and call the police and call an ambulance!"

Zhou Zichang heard the ambulance in a daze, suddenly excited and struggling.

No, you can't let the doctor come.

He is a doctor himself.

So he knew very well what would happen to him if such a special case of himself was discovered, because he would do the same if he changed to him. He staggered to his feet, and the elixir still supported his strength. , Let him run away from the pedestrian, ran quickly, and then turned into the lane.

The obsession with immortality finally couldn't bear the pain caused by the elixir.

Zhou Zichang stumbled to the ground, coughing violently.

With blurred vision, I vaguely saw a tall man walking out in front of him. The latter was wearing a gray monk robe, with no grass on his head, and a dignified and gentle look, as if surprised. He stood on his chest with one hand and said Amitabha Buddha.

…………

In the laneway.

The young monk spotted Zhou Zichang in a white coat and keenly realized that the latter was actually dead. Although Zhou Zichang was covered in blood and looked terrifying, he still squatted down and held out Zhou Zichang's palm with a generous palm. Warm and comforted in a low voice:

"Amitabha……"

"Donor, life is over, death is here, don't have to cling to it, you will be free when you let go."

The young monk has compassion on his face, chants the mantra of death, and uses the Dharma to overcome the pain of death. He always holds Zhou Zichang in his palm, making the latter's fear, unwillingness, and fear gradually dissipate, leaving only the most Pure emotions.

But for him, the simplest emotion is the obsession with immortality.

Zhou Zichang felt the warm breath from the monk's arm.

The Immortal Medicine was mobilizing his blood and telling him that the blood under his arm was conceived with powerful and pure power, which could enable him to overcome the current difficulties. Zhou Zichang slowly accumulated his body strength, and then took advantage of the monk's carelessness and fiercely. Stand up.

Zhou Zichang held the monk's arm with both hands, opened his mouth, and bit down.

He did not know when his teeth showed a sharp state.

He tore his clothes and touched the monk's skin.

Then, accompanied by the sound of biting granite and the entire soreness of his teeth, the crazy Zhou Zichang had to stop. He looked at that arm blankly, and found that the muscles on it were strong, and he saw each muscle bulging exaggeratedly. Rise, and then directly emit a golden light.

Because he took the medicine of witch salt and the bite force briefly exceeded the limit of the human body, he was unable to bite the monk's skin at all. The monk finally seemed to notice that something was wrong and lowered his head, and Zhou Zichang also subconsciously looked up.

Zhou Zichang: "..."

Monk: "..."

The monk was silent, hesitated and sorted out the language, and said sincerely: "The donor..."

"Looking at you, you should be a civilized person. Death is not terrible, at least you must uphold dignity."

"You must use your best when you are alive, and you must be peaceful enough and decent enough to leave."

"Please relax."

Regardless of it, Zhou Zichang bitten wildly.

The monk said: "...Donor, please relax your teeth, the poor monk will finish reciting the rebirth mantra for you."

"You are so unsightly."

Zhou Zichang's eyes were red, almost intoxicated.

"Amitabha……"

"Six roots, clean!!!"

Suddenly with a violent shout, the monk's muscles swelled, and the sound of the Shen Su Dharma horn sounded. Zhou Zichang felt pain hit, his mouth full of teeth were burst by the big golden arms, and then a strong, thick palm fell from the sky, Grabbed Zhou Zichang's hair.

Twist and exert force.

It looked like an ancient mammoth was raging.

The strength was huge, and Zhou Zichang, who was in his current state, also staggered to the side.

Then another palm pressed Zhou Zichang's crazy cheeks and pressed him against the wall.

Pulled suddenly.

The face rubbed directly against the wall, wiping a gully.

The monk with his clothes rotten and one arm pierced him on the ground again. Zhou Zichang's eyes were blank, unable to move, and he broke free from that insane state. The monk folded his hands together, majestic and majestic, and muttered with his eyes down and said:

"Amitabha……"

When Wei Yuan arrived, he saw Zhou Zichang, who had lost his mobility, lying down, no longer struggling, no longer crazy, lying on the ground peacefully and decently, his eyes were absent, he was vomiting blood while whispering, and he saw that he was wearing a monk's robe. Young man sitting on the ground with his hands folded, chanting the mantra of rebirth.

The monk noticed the coming Wei Yuan, his thoughts were stagnant, and then stiffly explained:

"Amitabha, this benefactor is not caused by a poor monk."

"When I found him, he was already dead."

Wei Yuan looked at the wall next to him, at the huge scratches left on the bricks and stones, and finally looked at the blood splashing on the monk's face, lost in thought.

The monk fell silent and said:

"The donor took the initiative to attack the poor monk."

"I just try to calm him down..."

Wei Yuan looked at the monk who was shaking his arms because of excitement, felt the strong wind blowing, and stepped back silently.

Then he looked at Zhou Zichang, who was in a special state, and did not cast a rescue. The latter is still alive at this moment, and this kind of person should be handed over to the special operations team to be dealt with by the professionals. It is more appropriate, just to inform the other party in advance. The danger of salty medicine keeps the latter vigilant.

Wei Yuan comforted the monk and then called the members of the special operations team.

Soon this block was blocked, and then special personnel arrived here. First, the place was damaged by the wall, watching the mess on the ground, and fell silent until he would not be grasped. The calm monk scratched his head in embarrassment, but didn’t. My hair was scratching, so I folded my hands together and bowed again and again:

"The poor monk did not do this well."

"I will specifically find someone here to apologize, and then compensate for the loss."

Due to special circumstances, Wei Yuan and the tall monk both returned to the office where the special operations team was located and took notes. It took more than an hour to get out. The monk took out a wad of banknotes from the old backpack slung. Count them one by one, and put them all on the table.

After thinking about it, I took out a piece of money and apologized:

"The poor monk still has to eat these few days."

Then he folded his hands together and walked out the door with an apologetic bow.

The amount of money was quite large and neatly folded. Wei Yuan was a little surprised and asked:

"... Did you get this for alms?"

"The number is not small."

The monk was surprised, and then replied: "No, I earned it from a part-time job."

Wei Yuan was stunned and said, "Working?"

He said:

"Isn't it that monks need to understand the Dharma and save sentient beings, so they don't need to work?"

The monk answered honestly:

"Save sentient beings?"

"...If you don't work, you will starve to death. Everyone goes to the west together. Who else did you save?"

"Furthermore, there is no saying that the poor monks do not need to work. Some of the patriarchs used to be boatmen on the ferry, some were lame doctors, and some patriarchs once said that a lazy monk who did not work for a day, did not eat for a day, and did not work anymore. Knock on the bag and drive out the door."

"Besides, the poor monk still has a few strengths to go to the construction site to do odd jobs, and they are still in charge of the food over there."

Wei Yuan was surprised, thought about it, and said:

"You want to survive Zhou Ziming's grievances, and you've spent all your money, don't you regret it?"

The monk shook his head and said: "Seeing the dead is not reconciled."

"Shangliang's family should be paid for guilt."

"Donor, these are clearly two things, so how can they be generalized?"

Wei Yuan was somewhat interested in this monk, and said:

"Then you don't practice well, why are you here?"

The monk sternly replied, saying:

"The poor monk Yuanjue, come here just to surrender the enemy of the Buddha."

Wei Yuan's thoughts were slightly stagnant, and recalled that with the help of the helpless force of Qi, he hit the Buddhist holy place from a distance, smashing the ancient Buddhist statues, and finally the monks whispered in panic~www.wuxiaspot.com~Buddha II The word, Fu looked in front of him again, the height of at least two meters three, the muscles all over, but the sincere monk.

Wei Yuan fell silent and asked, "What are you going to do to catch the enemy of Buddha?"

"Buddha enemies are also creatures."

"Of course it is to shave him, and then take him back to the mountains, and teach him how to practice Zen every day. When one day, I will have a great understanding, and then I can inherit my lineage."

Yuanjue was talking, but he couldn't help but lost his mind, then withdrew his thoughts, saying:

"Donor, have you ever seen a Buddha enemy?"

Wei Yuan looked gentle, shook his head and said:

"Buddha? What is that?"

"I do not know……"

PS: Today is the first one...The number of words is slightly less, 2700 words~

Thanks to the leader of the water and water, thank you very much.