Museum of Demons

The relaxed voice mixed into the wind and disappeared. Only the sea of ​​clouds on Longhu Mountain was the same. Zhang Ruosu stood behind Wei Yuan and looked at the young Taoist priest sitting in front of him, overlooking the dragon and tiger clouds. For a while, the two of them did not speak again.

Wei Yuan suddenly said: "I say this, do you believe Zhang Daoyou?"

Zhang Ruosu had a calm tone and said, "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not."

He stretched out his hand and gently brushed it over the clouds that had spilled into the room because of the wind and currents, and said:

"All things are one, but they don’t interfere with each other, and they do their own way. The old way believes in the words of fellow daoists, and can’t give you any comfort; and I don’t believe it, and I can’t let you lose anything. If that’s the case, then do I believe it, right? Is it different for you?"

Wei Yuan said: "Zhang Dao is in a friendly state."

"I have met many people, no matter how old they are, they care about what other people say."

"Sometimes when you get a compliment, you will feel happy and powerful."

"Sometimes, just a sentence or two will make myself uncomfortable for a long time."

Zhang Ruosu thought for a while, and said, "This is because in the city below the mountain, people are too close to each other. There will be a lot of'him' in a person's world. Whether that person is willing or not, he will be affected by many people. The influence of the world, and when we were born and practiced, we wanted to find the true "I"."

"Probably, knowing what I really want."

"Other people's words can't affect me even if they are too many and complicated."

He smiled and gestured, and said:

"The world is too big. It's really too big. It's like a big supermarket. There are everything in it. You just want to go in and buy a piece of candy. But many people next to you tell you that this is good. Take that. Some of them are people you don't know, and some are your parents and relatives."

"Some are kind, some are not so good, I hope you hold too many things and fall."

"You will be affected. In other words, people in the world will be affected every day and are constantly shaped by the outside world. Each of us will have more or less traces of other people’s lives. People who are too extreme will live. It’s not like myself, but like someone who lives in someone’s mouth."

"And monasticism is to find yourself in such a complicated world."

"Know what you want, remember that you don't actually want so many so-called good things from others, you just want a piece of candy."

"Remember, don't forget."

"I don't care what you said, no matter how good it is, I still waste a few catties of saliva. That has nothing to do with me. The poor road wants this thing. I take it and leave. I don’t even bother to drag the muddy water at the slightest. It is very happy and comfortable. Yes, many people say that those who have cultivated in the path of cultivating passionately and desperately, like a stone, are immortal, and that's a bad idea."

"The one who cultivates the Taoism is actually a human being,'I'."

"How can a person become a stone?"

"Knowing what you want, knowing what to do, laughing when you want to laugh, crying when you want to cry, knowing that my birth conforms to the truth of heaven and earth, and my death conforms to the truth of heaven and earth, knowing that I am shaped by all beings, and knowing that I have found myself. This life is also in line with the principles of heaven and earth."

"You don't need to be happy to be born, and there is nothing to be sad about when you die. It's just the same pattern as the rising of the sun and the setting of the moon. This is probably the completion of cultivation."

Wei Yuan said: "What has been completed?"

Zhang Ruosu smiled and said, "The real me, the real person."

"Everything is not stuck in the heart, so even if you walk through the red dust, you can still be at ease."

Wei Yuan said: "In this way, what I said is far from what fellow daoists said."

He stood up and looked at the churning sea of ​​clouds in the distance. After a long time, he laughed at himself: "Actually, I am not very interested in rebuilding the mountain gate of the Taiping Road. Otherwise, I would directly bring the nine-section staff to the door. Later, I experienced some things that made me feel that I was a little too taken for granted."

When the current Daomen mention the Taiping Dao, they will only remember the so-called Taiping Dao master.

The world has forgotten you.

You may not care.

But I do not agree.

Wei Yuan shook his head, did not say much, just looked at Zhang Ruosu, and said:

"Forget it, don't say it, don't say it, it's really meaningless to say it."

"Friend Zhang, goodbye."

He raised his neck and drank the tea in the cup.

Then he took a step forward and fell from the sea of ​​clouds. The black hair was tied into a bun with a wooden hairpin. The hair trim wanted to float up, but the broad-sleeved Taoist robe was covered with a mountain of breeze and white clouds, and a clear sky. The crane emptied, and the Taoist's toes lightly tapped a fallen white feather and gave a slight pause.

Qi machine instantly circulated above the feathers.

The body seemed to have no weight, and once again lifted into the air with the help of wind.

The wide sleeves are precarious, the sky is bright and the sea of ​​clouds.

The blue sky, the sea of ​​clouds, there are Taoists between the lines.

On the upper floors of the Longhushan main hall, the old man in a gray robe looked peaceful and peaceful.

Below the mountain is the world.

The steel jungle of modern technology in the distance still shows unprecedented prosperity.

………………

After a while, Zhang Ruosu suddenly exhaled, and his shoulders collapsed slightly.

Raising his hand to cover his heart, gasping for breath.

The old man twitched his forehead.

"This kid, is it true?!"

"That Tianzun Wuliang."

"Scared to death."

The old Taoist priest sat down bit by bit, clutching his chest, and finally vented his breath. Almost decades of Dao deeds were broken. The monks almost vomited words, but they didn’t show the stuffing at first. It was entirely because I was so surprised that I was stunned.

However, a disciple of Master Daxianliang.

What does it mean...

Passed down from generation to generation.

Or……

Zhang Ruosu couldn't help thinking, and suddenly heard a voice from a distance, saying: "By the way, I almost forgot one thing, Daoyou Zhang, put this thing here first, and then I will come to get it. There is work and work."

Speaking of something, it flew from a distance directly wrapped in the wind.

Zhang Ruosu raised his hand and grabbed it.

Then he was stunned, and found that it was a mobile phone, and it was the one used exclusively by the China Special Operations Group. Only when I held this mobile phone, the phone vibrated, and then the navigation sound rang, saying:

"This navigation has ended. The distance is 230 kilometers. You have severely speeded in 141 sections and crossed 76 undisclosed mountain and forest sections in violation of the Forest Protection Law. The navigation reminds you to drive safely and be man-made. already."

"We suspect that you illegally modified a humanoid motor vehicle."

"The nearest police station has been contacted for you."

"Beep, Longhushan Police Station is being connected..."

Zhang Ruosu: "..."

? ? !

The old man looked at the three-digit number he had dialed on his own initiative.

He glanced at Wei, who was already riding in the wind and didn't know where he was going.

He lowered his head and looked at the phone.

Fell silent.

So that's it...

……………………

Wei Yuan touched the sweat on his forehead.

Successfully handed the mobile phone to the old Taoist priest. Only he can open the mobile phone. Zhang Ruosu can only be used to answer the phone. The main reason is that he has to go back and forth several times over a long distance and accidentally overspeed too many times. It may be a little troublesome, he has no time to deal with this matter now, so he has to hand it over to Zhang Ruosu.

Wei Yuan silently apologized to the old celestial master in his heart, and then followed the contact with Jiujie Scepter, once again rushed to the place where he killed the Taoist Taipingdao.

There are nine scepters that stabilize the Qimen Liujia formation, plus the time is not too long.

This is almost exactly the same as when Wei Yuan left.

After clearing Yueqinglin, before he had time to tap what was there, he took advantage of the momentum to go to Longhu Mountain, Wei Yuan burned Yueqinglin to ashes with a flame-spitting curse, and let the wind blow him. Rolled up and thrown into the mountains and forests, and then walked into this place where the monks of the Taipingdao had worked hard.

It took a long time, rummaging around.

I only found a few Taoist scriptures, some medicinal pills and talisman, and a few good magical implements.

There is no way. Taiping Road has been dated for thousands of years. In addition, in this era, the clearing of the forest is everywhere, causing a lot of trouble, and at the same time, it also consumes a lot of money from the original lack of wealth. Wei Yuan recognizes these things. Collect carefully, especially the one of the dossier that records various generations of Taiping monks.

Then he glanced across this small clean room, and when he was about to leave, he paused slightly.

Found a small concealed formation.

After hesitating, Wei Yuan stretched out his hand. Although he didn't understand the formation method, he could directly cut off the connection between the formation method and the external qi, and let this small formation method that did not know how long it existed. At this point, it collapsed, revealing the contents inside, and Wei Yuan's line of sight fell slightly startled. It was a feather fan that had already faded and withered yellow.

At the moment when the lupin was in contact with the outside world, it collapsed and turned into dust.

It contains the true spirit aura that belongs exclusively to Wei Yuan himself.

Then it fell into his hands.

……………………

I am old...

Years go with the times, and with the passing of the day, the former young Taoist man has become an old man with white hair and wrinkles on his face.

He actually didn't understand.

Obviously his body is the weakest of all people, why the life span is the longest.

At his age.

The unwillingness and pain in the past have all turned into light regrets.

The old man quietly watched the sunset slowly fall. Once people get old, they will start to remember the past. This may be because, the more you go back, the fewer and fewer people will go with you. Until the end, our past. There was a lot of trouble, but when I opened my eyes, there was only one person left in reality.

In the village in the afternoon, even the dust felt lazy and sultry.

A group of luxuriously dressed people passed by. One of the handsome men noticed that his temperament was different from that of the ordinary people around him. He got off his horse and asked politely: "Old man, are you from the land of Shu?" "

Seeing the old man not speaking, he didn't feel embarrassed, smiled and introduced himself:

"I'm the court historian. I came here to check things. I just saw Lao Zhang's extraordinary spirit and I want to ask Lao Zhang something."

Court...

Wei now? No, it's a promotion.

The old man's thoughts were a little slow.

The handsome young man smiled and said, "I think you are not young, and you live in the land of Shu."

"I don't know, have you ever seen someone."

"Who?"

"Zhuge Wuhou."

When he heard this name, the peaceful old man seemed to be in a trance.

"Kong Ming..."

"So, have you met him?"

The historian from Jin's eyes lit up and he was unambiguous. He sat on the rock beside the old man quickly and smiled, "Could you please tell me something?" The old man didn't want to say more~www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But this name affects the deepest part of his memory.

He stroked the white feather fan with his palm.

Can't help but recall.

……………

The story starts from that year.

The winter of the first year of Zhongping.

This year, the great wise teacher passed away.

And the last flame of the Yellow Turban was engulfed in troubled times, and arrived at Langya Land with the Book of Heaven.

Langya Yangdu.

That year, Langya had a child who was just three years old. His mother died and his father was an official outside.

Fu surnamed Zhuge.

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