Museum of Demons

The burning of the shrine broke out on the second day.

Somewhere in the apartment.

A Xuan honestly changed the bandage on Wei Yuan's wound.

With one enemy and many, Wei Yuanqiang is strong in Taoism, is strong in the Taiping essential technique that was once passed by Zhang Jiao, and some of the magical powers that have been incorporated into the later generations of Tiangangdi Shaming, but in terms of physical strength, it is still not strong enough to crush. degree.

Whether it was displaying supernatural powers that exceeded the load of the physical body, or the injury to his own counter-shock when performing martial arts, they all broke out in the end.

The role of force is mutual, and monks have to follow the basic law.

During the battle, he was naturally hearty and full of blood. He didn't care, but when the fight was over, Wei Yuan found out that he had many injuries. This part was caused by himself. Only later did he notice the pain. He was originally. I didn't care too much, but A Xuan still bandaged him up.

I don't know where I got the herbs and made the ointment.

Finally, A Xuan let Wei Yuan lie on the sofa.

Pour him a cup of tea, hand over a newspaper, and turn on the TV for him.

Put a plate of Sakurajima senbei sprinkled with chili noodles next to Wei Yuan, and said:

"Master Wei Guan, you have a little rest here now."

The young Taoist turned on the air conditioner by the way, and then smiled gently:

"I'll go out."

Wei Yuan nodded, biting into a snack.

The young Taoist smiled, then turned and left, and walked through the corridor barefoot. Finally, Ah Xuan stood at the place that was the furthest in a straight line from Wei Yuan, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a familiar number. After a while, the call was connected.

"Hey, A Xuan, why..."

"Brother!!!"

The young Taoist who had just been calm and steady took a deep breath, his shoulders collapsed, as if he had messed up things, the student who was looking for his parents, crying and crying:

"There are four days left, what should I do?!"

……………………

"Calm, calm."

Zhang Ruosu is now in a very happy mood. He is humming a little tune and there is a cup of tea next to him. Both eyes are focused on the computer screen, while typing on the keyboard, he casually comforts his younger brother:

"What's going on again? Every big event is quiet."

"Say it slowly."

The old man's voice calmed A Xuan, and he said, "Didn't you see it, brother?"

"Master Wei Guan, Master Wei Guan, he went to Tokyo."

"Well, Tokyo, where is good."

"It's pretty good, no, I mean, then the master of the museum took me around here, and finally went to the Yasukuni Shrine and burned the shrine directly with a torch. More than that, he He also fought directly with the Onmyojis of Tokyo, using a wooden knife to chop down row after row."

"The noise was too loud, brother, I couldn't hold him..."

A Xuan blamed himself.

He heard the keyboard tapping on the opposite side stopped.

The young Taoist held his breath just like a child who hadn't passed the exam.

Then, I heard the voice of the old Taoist priest:

"That's it?"

A Xuan was stunned.

Then he stammered: "Senior brother, the movement, you didn't mean the movement is too big..."

Zhang Ruosu smiled and said: "Oh, brother said that you should look at him, don't let him make too much movement, but this movement is not too big, it is very reasonable."

Ok? ? !

Not too big?

A Xuan was stunned, and then suddenly felt a chill in his back. This is not a big deal. What is the big movement that the seniors have headaches? Brother Mingming was comforting him, but the young Daoist felt heavier in his heart. There was a cold air behind him, and he really felt like crying without tears.

Zhang Ruosu asked: "You said he stopped the Yin Yang Liao alone."

"Then what did you do?"

A Xuan said honestly: "I couldn't stop the Master Wei Guan."

"Originally, I wanted to help, but the Master Wei Guan refused to let me pass. In the end, he had to retreat, went around in a circle, went to meet the Master Wei Guan, and then ran out of the chaos."

"It's such a pity."

The voice on the phone was a bit regretful. Zhang Ruosu took a sip of tea and said, "Unfortunately, why didn't you put a five-thunder method in your hand, wind, fire and thunder, only wind and fire, no thunder, but I always feel that something has happened... …"

The old voice was vaguely eager to try.

The young Taoist was stunned.

Zhang Ruosu suddenly remembered something and said with a smile: "By the way, if there is a Onmyoji from the He Mao family, you will be a little bit like a posture to put the gods, and they won't embarrass you."

"Really?"

"of course it's true."

Zhang Ruosu smiled and said authentically: "Senior brother has already greeted you."

After the phone call, Zhang Ruosu put the phone next to him, and the scene of the burning shrine was on the computer screen. He drank tea slowly, but the tea cup was not tea, but full of spirits. He drank his throat. Mouth, look nostalgic.

But I haven't been able to drink a few sips yet.

Hearing the sound of pedaling footsteps, a Taoist man with white beard angrily rushed over, looked around, and shouted: "I smell alcohol a long time ago, who, who can’t hold back the little bull’s nose? , Dare to bring wine back to the mountain?"

"Aye, what kind of wine is this smelling so strong?"

He saw the old celestial master sitting upright and said, "Tianshi, uncle."

"Have you always seen any disciple bring wine back?"

Zhang Ruosu raised his teacup without changing the color:

"do not know."

He watched his nose, nose and heart:

"The old Taoist is drinking tea."

……………………

Wei Yuan watched TV boredly.

He could only understand a small part of what the group said.

Fortunately, a considerable part of Sakurajima's text is Chinese.

So even with a mask, guess and watch, I can barely make do with it.

More than twenty hours have passed since the shrine was burned.

And because there are so many witnesses.

This incident was finally unable to be suppressed. Sakurajima's Yin Yang Liao and the Metropolitan Police Department responded to the incident. The person in charge of the Metropolitan Police Department and the Yin Yang Liao chief wearing a solemn kimono made a sincere and serious apology in public.

"This matter is because the shrine is not well repaired, which leads to the aging of the circuit."

"It eventually led to something like this."

"We feel very, very sorry for this tragedy."

"Sir Morikawa Masato, who is in charge of the shrine, already blamed himself for grief and indignation yesterday and committed suicide in the shrine's shrine's holy shrine."

He was talking about the priest who was directly pierced to death by a flying knife on the last day.

Then they all stood up.

Facing the spear-like camera, folded his hands on his lower abdomen and bowed deeply.

It took a long time to straighten up.

……………………

Wei Yuan was no longer interested, and turned off the TV.

Sakurajima’s media’s remarks have already turned to the point of starting to repair the shrine. As for the reaction of the Yin and Yang Liu, he did not care about this matter. Sakurajima’s transcendent world can only bite the teeth and swallow the blood, from the beginning to the end. At the end, Wei Yuan didn't take action against ordinary people. This was a battle in an extraordinary world.

In other words, it can be regarded as a larger-scale kick hall.

It was still beaten by one person.

It's easy to solve this kind of thing.

Either pinch his nose and recognize it, or kick it back again.

This shrine has a different meaning on Sakurajima.

So they can choose, and there are not many places to kick back. For example, go to Taiyi Mountain in Zhongnan to pick Quanzhen. For example, where Wumen is located, the combination of Dan and Wu, Wudang Mountain where both swords and fists are combined, let’s be honest. Even the Qingzong on Maoshan in this era is a little bit weaker, and the best choice in the true sense is Longhushan Tianshifu.

Fight, fight back.

Wei, who has bandages on his arms and shoulders, is happy to see this happening.

It's best to fight against Zhang Ruosu's old Taoist priest.

do not mention it.

Just thinking about it, Wei Yuan heard the footsteps and turned to see A Xuan coming back blankly. He threw a fruit over. The young Taoist subconsciously caught the orange and recovered, but his head was still squishy. do not know what to say.

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Did you complain to Zhang Daoyou?"

The young Taoist face was embarrassed.

Wei Yuan shrugged his shoulders and said, "I know what he said, probably to make you look at me, but you have to know that when Daoyou Zhang was like me, he was more capable of making noise than me and you. Things come."

"As for what I did, he agreed."

A Xuan was full of disbelief.

Wei Yuan took a sip from his teacup and said:

"Ask you two questions."

"When did the Japanese pirates invade my China with a mixture of nations?"

Axuan said: "A hundred years ago."

"So, how old is Zhang Daoyou now?"

"One hundred and four..."

The young Taoist was stunned, unable to continue, Wei Yuan said: "I learned when I was young, and went down the mountain with a sword. Then he moved to the north and the south, leaving Sakurajima in the east, looking around the world, and walking the world with a single method. The inheritance genre has been played again."

"Guess, why did he do this?"

Wei Yuandao:

"He gave me the gourd wine yesterday."

The voice paused, Wei Yuan sighed and said:

"I want to come, when I was going down the mountain with a sword on his back, Fellow Daoist Zhang, you were the same age."

When a sharp sword stirred the bullet ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ it was just a young Taoist priest in common clothes.

By the time he came back from nine deaths, he was already in middle age.

He was given the surname Zhang.

Named Ruosu.

But it's not the Ruosu who other people think that it is peaceful.

It's that Qianqi is following the popularity, Wanqi is the dragon, the sword is like Ruo Su, the Dan Qi is the red light Ruo Su.

On Longhu Mountain, the old celestial master with white beard and hair waited until his nephew was gone, and then carefully put down the teacup, quietly poked her head out, and looked around. Then she breathed a sigh of relief, stroked her chest, and lifted the seal. The old Taoist took a sip of the strong drink and couldn't help squinting his eyes and smiling.

"It's really good wine."

ps: The first one today............

The subsequent chapters are really difficult to do, try to make the second one as soon as possible, thanks to Zhang Erhe for 20,000 rewards~