Museum of Demons

　　 No matter what Fang Feng thought in his heart, Dao Yan had left here after all.

　　 He felt a little sorrowful in his heart.

　　 After all, this is the last person he knew in the early Ming Dynasty.

It is rare for the ice barbarian over there to have a subordinate who can barely make use of it, and dragged it to the depths of the seabed to carry out the next step of training. Poor Sangyanagi has been domineering in the Sakurajima area for many years, but now He didn't even have the strength to fight back, and he was directly dragged into the sea.

Fang Feng returned to the house, sighing that the monk had finally left, and now he doesn’t have to suffer the torture of the agonizing obsessive-compulsive disorder. For him, a person like him who has been a salted fish in the East China Sea for thousands of years. In other words, chaos means order.

　　 In a state of chaos, he feels comfortable and at ease, and can accurately find what he needs in the chaotic room. If you keep him clean and tidy, it will make him uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

　　 Had it not been for Dao Yan to try the eight-treasure porridge, and to see how obsessive-compulsive disorder saw the eight-treasure porridge, he would not bother to take in the monk.

　　 is gone now.

　　 While happy in his heart, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, and immediately Fang Feng's whole body was frozen directly there—

　　 The whole house seems to have changed.

The seam of the door and the window are tightly connected. Every bowl is neatly arranged like a product after copying and pasting. Every chopstick is aligned and placed like a whole piece of wood. The teapot on the table is placed firmly and securely. At the center of the diagonal of the table.

Everything was neat enough to decompress, and Fang Feng, who had let the salted fish lie flat for thousands of years, felt the sense of order in the corners of his eyes. He suddenly remembered something, took a breath of air, and hurriedly walked to the warehouse and saw the vegetable jar. Every cabbage in it was placed exactly the same.

　　 Fang Feng took a deep breath, then opened the rice jar.

Seeing that every grain of rice is neatly stacked together, the rice in the entire rice tank is like an ordered collection, and every piece of pickle in the pickle tank next to it is also neatly placed and placed. It became a state of pickle, chili, and garlic.

tidy.

　　 neatly as if Fang Feng himself doesn't belong here anymore.

　　 Bingyi just came back to pick up something, holding a jar of pickles, and said with emotion:

　　 "I wanted to ask you just now."

　　 "Fang Feng, when did you change places?"

　　 "This is much better than your pig nest..."

　　 Fang Feng's mouth twitched.

　　 gritted his teeth.

　　 "... Tao, Yan..."

　　 "You'd better not come to my house for the rest of your life!"

　　 "You are retaliating naked!"

　　 I don't know which sentence of Fang Feng touched the remaining magic circle.

　　 The voice left by the monk came from the room, misty and plain.

　　 "Amitabha."

　　 "This is cause and effect..."

　　Cause and effect?

　　 There are causes and effects, one drink and one peck.

　　 The cover of the square was sluggish, thinking of the eight-treasure porridge that he had given the monk.

　　 The corners of his mouth twitched when he thought of Xu Xin who was directly blocked by the door.

　　 This monk...

　　Mind and eyes are too small, right?

　　…………

　　Happy, happy!

　　 Dao Yan is quite happy.

While Fang Feng was not at home, he successfully accomplished what he wanted to do all the time during this period of time-to bring that salted fish's home back to order, I have to say, for him, let the chaos Returning to order is really refreshing.

Taking advantage of this relaxed and happy state of mind, he followed the address left by Wei Yuan and quickly arrived in Quan City. After arriving in Quan City, he slowed down and walked slowly towards the museum, his mood gradually recovered. The state of the ancient well without waves.

　　 This is what he has always wanted to pursue, the origin of the problem.

　　 is the source of his destiny changed.

　　 is the karma of his heart that has been suffering for more than six hundred years.

　　 He is ready to face him.

　　 At last he stood in front of the museum, sorted his thoughts, and knocked on the door.

　　 With the light ringing of the bell on the door, the door was opened.

　　 Dao Yan looked solemnly, and was about to speak, making his voice first.

　　 "Weikan..."

　　 Then I saw a bright and round bald head protruding from the museum.

　　 is tall, wearing a pink HelloKitty apron, chopsticks in one hand and wooden shovel in one hand.

　　 This apron was made by Yuanjue and the community aunt on the Internet. The pattern is random, but it can save five dollars.

　　 The smell of fireworks all over the body.

　　 The majestic momentum brewed by the young monk was washed away.

　　 Tao Yan: "……"

　　 The two monks, looking at me and looking at you, fell into a certain silence.

The great monk Yuanjue was the first to react and perceive the Buddhism real cultivation spirit on the latter, with a hearty smile on his face, his hands clasped together, and said: "It turned out to be a Buddhism fellow practitioner. I don’t know where this junior is placing the order. Cultivation, what's the point of coming here?"

　　 Dao Yan exhaled a suffocating breath, and all the thoughts in his heart were calmed down, his hands clasped together, and said:

　　 "The poor monk Daoguang, come to visit the master of Weiguan."

　　 "Oh, Lord Wei Guan, you are here at the right time."

　　 Yuanjue said: "He only came back yesterday afternoon."

　　 "Please come in again."

Yuanjue brought Dao Yan, whose alias was Dao Guang, into the museum. The interior of the museum is quiet and serene, with an old feeling on the whole. Dao Yan sits quietly on one side of the table and picks up the teacup just delivered by a staff member. , Took a sip, startled slightly.

　　 lowered his head.

　　 Seeing the black happy water in the teacup.

　　 A certain monk who eats a simple diet and disciplines himself is silent, and slowly raises his head.

The water ghost next to 　　 smiled brightly, with a thumb in his right hand.

　　 Weijia Museum’s latest ratio, Water Ghost Brand Happy Water, gives you my happiness.

you deserve to have!

　　 Tao Yan: "……"

　　 The young monk took a deep breath.

　　 The poor monk is here to seek revenge.

please respect me.

He put Happiness Water on the table next to him, closed his eyes, and whispered the Diamond Sutra in his heart to let go of his thoughts, but Wei Yuan, who was notified, finished his practice, stepped out, and saw what he had seen under the Tiantaizong Mountain. The young monk, with a smile on his face, won and said, "Master Daoguang, you are here."

　　 Dao Yan opened his eyes, nodded, and said, "Master Wei Guan."

He took a half step forward and was about to speak when he saw that Wei Yuan was directly holding his arm with one hand. He didn't know why. In that short moment, the monk seemed to see Wei Yuan behind him. It was a huge, terrifying ghost image holding a battle axe, with awe-inspiring aura.

"have you eaten?"

　　 "It's all here, it just happens to be a meal."

　　 "How about eating together today?"

　　 Repeat three questions.

　　 Dao Yan had no time to object, so he was pulled and sat down.

When he reacted again, he was already sitting at the dinner table. Several people sat on the table, slowly lowering their heads, and saw the bowl, brown rice, black rice, quinoa, rice, pearl rice, mung beans, and red beans mixed in. Together, mixed together in a disorderly manner.

　　 Yuanjue smiled heartily over there, "It just so happens. Recently, the rice in the supermarket is on sale, and the taste is changed. The multi-grain rice is also very delicious."

　　 Tao Yan took a deep breath, preparing to suppress his instinct to put down the dishes.

At this time, Wei Yuan took a spoon of red and spicy Mapo tofu, and enthusiastically gave Dao a spoon. In an instant, the red soup was removed from the multi-grain rice in a natural and disorderly manner. Flowing down the cracks, the high temperature and broken tofu rolled and fell on the rice, each piece has its own posture, and each piece has its own movement.

　　 The young monk moves stiffly.

　　 He slowly raised his head and looked at Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan's expression was gentle and sincere, so Dao Yan didn't know whether he was deliberately disguising his expression, or unintentionally it was just right. After silence, the monk slowly lowered his head and stared at the multi-grain rice filled with Mapo tofu—if it was only there before. Liu% judged that that Yuan was this Wei Yuan, so now he was 80% sure.

　　 Regardless of how many years have passed.

　　 This guy can directly detonate his emotions within three seconds.

　　 I obviously came to seek revenge, why did he become like this?

　　 Dao Yan sighed in his heart, closed his eyes, and stuffed the rice into his mouth.

After a lunch that was at least harmonious on the surface, Dao Yan was able to get along with Wei Yuan alone. Before, a disciple of the Tiantai Sect had taken his monk to show Wei Yuan, but at that time the opponent had nothing to do with him. Reaction, so Dao Yan brought something more meaningful to that Yuan this time—

In the life of 　　 Yuan, I once got this thing, once lost it, and entangled it endlessly.

　　 Dao Yan whispered:

　　 "Since the owner of the museum has opened the museum, UU reads www.uukanshu.com to collect antiques. I don't know if I recognize this thing."

　　 He took out a box, opened it gently, and handed it to Wei Yuan.

　　 Inside is a piece of withered paper.

　　 Wei Yuan’s pupils shrank suddenly, and scenes of pictures appeared in his mind—

　　 The no longer young Taoist stroked the new classics that he had renewed. After a long silence, he suddenly opened the contents, tore off the latest pages, and threw them directly into the fire. This action made his health worse, coughing violently.

　　 The boy next to him hurriedly beat the man on the back, but at this moment, the brazier suddenly shook.

Some of the pages were picked up by the fire and flew out of the house. The young man was looking for it, but saw that a flat wind suddenly rolled up, causing these pages to fly far away. With the strength of the young man’s feet, he couldn’t catch up at all. Go up, and the Taoist behind him was silent for a long time, just sighing that God's will is like this, and he said nothing.

　　 This is something that was supposed to be destroyed in his inheritance, but accidentally survived.

　　 In the museum, Wei Yuan spoke slowly, and read the name of the piece of paper every single word:

　　 "...Taiping the key technique, cut the dragon veins."

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