Museum of Demons

Wei Yuan's heart was bleak, but he felt that the matter was over again. He turned around and walked away. There was really no nostalgia for him. Seeing him walking, the group of monsters retreated, and the other two big monsters also held back. Breathe, until Wei Yuan left, then exhaled, suddenly felt his back numb.

Turning my head, I saw that the emperor's heroic energy machine became strong and complete, and she was initially free from the influence of the sluggish incense sacrifices, and the return of the true spirit that was sealed in the jade book of the Shanhaijing in ancient times also started their aura. Float up.

The shrimp demon's heart went wild, and he quickly bowed down and said, "Two empresses..."

The sound hasn't fallen yet.

There was the surging sound of the vast waves coming from my ears, almost like an ancient cave reappearing.

The prawn demon hadn't been able to recover yet, he had been crushed by the tens of thousands of seas.

……………………

After a while, the two big demons have been captured.

The strongest fish monster was directly killed by Wei Yuan with the seal of the mountain gods, and there were two remaining. In front of the two Madam Xiang whose origins were restored to perfection, they were not able to jump a few times, especially what Wei Yuan had done before. An extremely dense shadow was left in their hearts, and their strength was greatly disturbed.

After all, the fish meat is still in front.

No one knows whether the man who is a monk or a cook will return.

My heart is full of shadows.

After a while, the banquet reopened.

The maid with her double drooping beards attracts real distinguished guests.

It was a girl with a cold and cold temperament wearing a feather coat, her black hair hanging down her waist, her feet on light lotus-colored shoes, a pair of jade bumps on her waist, her voice was crisp, floating like a fairy, Ehuang and Nvying came forward and saw that The girl looked like a girl with joy in her eyes, and said: "Je, come here."

When Ehuang and Nvying got married, West Kunlun once gave a big gift.

After that, Jue had also seen two imperial concubines.

In this era, when Jue was out of trouble, he told Wei Yuan that he was going to look for his deceased person. Naturally, he once came to the Xiangjiang River and met the two ladies of Xiang. They agreed to come and visit at this time.

Jue is the goddess of the Kunlun Mountains, transformed by clear qi, and extremely sensitive to qi.

She looked at the two Ehuang and Nyuying, and said in surprise: "The auras of the two seem to be different."

"I always feel that it seems to be more mellow."

Ehuang can still hold back the feelings in his heart.

The female Ying was already quite pleased, pulled Jue over, and briefly told about what had just happened, clapped her hands and laughed: "So, my sister and I are now at ease."

Jue has lived in Kunlun Mountains for a long time, but he only knew that King Yu in the world led his courtiers to compile the scriptures of mountains and seas.

But I don’t know who compiled it.

He was a little surprised by the words, and then he had a good impression of this person’s behavior and praised him: "I don’t take advantage of the danger, and I am magnanimous. There are often such people in the world. I didn’t expect to see another one this time. , It's worth meeting, how about others?"

Emperor E: "Said that we are separated by cause and effect, and we have already left."

The girl was surprised, and even more admiring, nodded and said: "It turns out that it is, but it's free and easy."

"It's just a pity that I couldn't see one side."

Her voice paused, she was very appreciative of the person's behavior style, and wanted to ask who this person was, but the excitement in the female hero's heart subsided, but she thought about the incident two thousand years ago. Breaking down the mountain and breaking the temple, now he has to accept his love instead.

She has a straightforward temper, and always feels that the more she thinks about it, the more she feels aggrieved, and said:

"Okay, okay, he's a good person, but it's rare to meet, what do you mention this outsider?"

Jue couldn’t speak any more, and didn’t take it too seriously. After smiling, he took out the prepared gift and handed it over, so he re-placed the fruits and fragrant tea. Because of the existence of the Shanhaijing, the creatures of China are very concerned about rare birds and animals. There was no resistance to the meat, she offered the fish slices, and the girl caught a chopstick, and then froze.

I don't know why, but I always feel a little familiar.

It seems, where did you eat it?

Nu Ying said: "Jue, don't you like meat?"

The little sensation that had just risen in the girl's mind was interrupted, and she smiled gently and said, "Of course not."

The guests are happy with the resurgence of silk and bamboo.

…………………

Wei Yuan rushed out of the waters of Xiangshui from the bottom of the water.

Then I got out of the water and exhaled for a long time.

As for the reason-

Wei pulled his right hand and threw a dead fish head up and fell on the river bank, exuding an aura of mana collapsed, and the surrounding vegetation became more luxuriant. This is exactly what happened just now. The fish spirit who had been doing the Tao for the first eight hundred years smashed the seal of the Wei Yuanshan god, consuming some divine power, and was afraid that there was a mass of paste in his head.

When Wei Yuan was leaving, he took the fish head away.

After taking a look at such a big fish head, I don't know how much chili I need to use.

Besides, can mortal peppers penetrate into the flesh of this fish monster?

Or is it necessary to go to the vegetable garden at Houshan Longhu Mountain to smooth down the ones that the old Taoists planted themselves?

Of course, making chopped pepper fish head is just incidental.

Wei Yuan muttered to himself.

His true purpose is because the divinity of the seal of the mountain **** remains on the fish's head.

It is to hide your real hole cards.

Not for eating.

Well, yes, that's it.

Wei Yuan took a look at the fish head, picked it up and put it in the crouching tiger order, riding a shared bicycle, what kind of hot pepper, millet spicy, bought all kinds of peppers, two large plastic bags, I think it will be enough for cooking. That thing, only then slowly returned to Quanzhou.

Draw out the eight-faced Han sword, so that the iron eagle war spirit is attached to the hilt.

Wei Yuan brushed the spine of the sword, and said with satisfaction: "Good sword!"

Holding the sword in both hands, with the left foot in front, the spine was like a dragon's tendon, and hacked a few times before cutting off the big fish head. The old fish had thick skin and big head. Wei Yuan took out everything in the refrigerator. , I tucked it in, rolled up his cuffs, fastened his apron, had already picked up the kitchen knife, and planned to do more, but turned around and asked, Jue went to visit friends, and it was estimated that it would take several days to come back.

So I did less.

I only gave one to Hu Ming, the old fox in the bookstore next door, and Yu Ji, who opened the shop.

It was only when I sent it to think, can the creatures transformed by plants like Yu Ji eat fish?

However, this fish that has grown for eight hundred years in the Wonderland of Spiritual Land is really different. It tastes very delicious. When combined with carefully selected peppers, the freshness of the fish head and the spicyness of the chopped peppers are integrated. He was sweating profusely, but he couldn't let go of his chopsticks. Wei Yuan never let go of the last soup or something like that.

I just made another noodle and threw it into the soup and stirred it. The strong noodles absorbed the sweetness and spiciness of the fish, which is similar to the way to eat noodles with chili peppers. At the end, I was satisfied. Put the chopsticks on the noodles. As soon as I let it go, I felt the warmth in my stomach, and a breath of air slowly released, strengthening the muscles and bones.

Wei Yuan got into play, took a pen, and handwritten the next line of text:

"Zhongshan Jing, there are fish in the waters of the Dongting, 800 years of Taoism can be cooked, turn the rivers and waves, no strangers enter, delicious, food can strengthen the bones and strong."

Looking interesting, I simply took the remaining jade talisman waste.

And pointed out the sword gas.

Just like in the ancient times, he imitated the handwriting and burned this line of words easily. The writing strokes were crude and simple. When doing this, he seemed to have returned to the time of the ancient times, as if he was surrounded by Yu, the girl. Occasionally there are lazy young warlocks who are out in the field, in the tribe, and have just finished tasting the spoils of Yu's fight.

The young man played the leaves lazily, and the sound mixed into the wind. King Yu looked far away and the world. The girl looked at him quietly, while the self beside him, penetrating into the jade, carved every word.

When almost unaware of it, the words were already carved.

Even the habits in the details are generally the same.

He was holding this jade book in a daze.

Finally, he shook his head and smiled complicatedly. He threw the fragments of the jade talisman onto the wooden shelf. Shang Wang Bronze Jue recovered his consciousness. Seeing this scene, he casually said: "Why are you making fakes again? You don't sell them again, isn't it? Have you faked your hobby again?"

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows: "What fake?"

Bronze Lord said: "I saw it with my own eyes. You carved it yourself."

If he were a human, he would have already blown his beard and stared.

Wei Yuan had a drink before, laughed, and said:

"I did it myself, but it's not a fake."

He missed the past in his heart, and there was a rare trace of madness, even if there was no such paragraph in the Shan Hai Jing.

As long as it is written by me, it is the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Shang Wang Bronze Lord was stunned, but Na Wei Yuan refused to say any more. He took an empty gourd, stuffed all the relics in it, brushed his sleeves, and let the gourd fly to the floor below the wooden cabinet, Wang Shang Bronze Lord asked again: "What is this again?"

Wei Yuan said casually: "A pile of rotten stones."

I got up and walked to the door of the refrigerator. It tasted very good, but people who did not have the cultivation base did not take this orally. Next time I go to Qingqiu Country, I will send some for the female Jiao, and then prepare some for Xiaoyuer, and then I will go there. Take a trip to Dragon Tiger Mountain.

I took the head of the Dongying monk and sent it to Kyoto.

When the time comes, give Zhang Ruosu some, and by the way, get some chili in his back vegetable garden.

Also ask the old way to see how much he knows about the mountain and sea world.

Well, the remaining piece will be reserved for Jue, and when she comes back to eat, there is still some meat attached to her neck, the most tender, and it is enough for a small plate of meat.

Of course, you have to throw the black cats out of the refrigerator within a radius of five meters.

Wei Yuan closed the refrigerator door.

………………

Time passed by.

In the past few days, Wei Yuan has practiced swords and martial arts every day, and tried to heal himself with the relics of the Pure Land Sect. The injury on his heart finally eased slightly, but there has been no news from the Pure Land Buddhism. Wei Yuan didn't intend to deliberately investigate.

That night, Wei Yuan closed the door.

Time has passed early in the morning, there is no one on the road, and most of the shops have closed.

The wind was blowing on this road, and the voice was a little sad and cold.

Wei Yuan placed a bowl of white rice in the corner of the door, with three incense sticks on it, and the incense curled up.

Then he carried the 3,000-year-old soul tree to the middle of the living room. At this point in time, in ancient times, strangers did not knock on the door, but the leaves of the soul tree were more stretched, emitting a faint fragrance, making the whole The museums are all plunged into a quiet atmosphere, as if they are separated from the world, as if they are close to the netherworld, as if they can hear the soft sound of a yellow spring.

Dangdang.

Someone knocked on the door, and Wei Yuan seemed to have already prepared, letting the water ghost open the door.

The aroma of the soul-raising wood is getting stronger and stronger.

There were no footsteps, but people had already entered.

The person who walked in ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ looks like he is about 30 years old. He is dressed in a Taoist robe, and his face is entangled and twisted like a python. He is obviously poisoned, and his feet are silent. If Zhang Hao were there, it would be recognized that this was the Taipingdao monk who had been struggling for life under the control of the Sakurajima monk who set up the stall that day.

He is already dead.

At this moment, the yin is prosperous and the yang is declining, and no one enters the stranger. It is not a person, but a soul.

Standing here blankly, Wei Yuan said:

"Sit down."

After seven days of death, the soul will return to the world for a short time, which is the night of soul return.

Today is the first seven of the Taiping Taoist.

PS: Today’s second update...Three thousand words, thank you for the smelly Wanshou who was smoked to death, thank you~

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