Museum of Demons

The moment the girl saw her master, the instinct from the past memory grabbed her heart again. The experience in her childhood was still extremely clear after thousands of years of time. The memory was torn apart suddenly, and the girl's face turned pale.

It's just that she is no longer the little girl who would be scared to cry after all.

Taking a deep breath, he met his master with the etiquette of a disciple.

Ah, Master, long time no see.

Heh... Jue'er, it's been a long time since I saw you.

When the old man sent you back to Kunlun Mountain, I thought that we would never have the chance to meet again in this lifetime. Who would have thought that we would meet again after two thousand years. The master stroked his beard. Feeling, and then jokingly said: However, you are much calmer.

The old man thought that you would be scared and cry when you saw the old man.

Jue's face flushed a little, and then he looked calm, and said generously: I was young at that time, and I didn't understand the truth.

If it is still like that now, wouldn't it mean that there has been no progress in the past few thousand years?

Master stroked his beard and praised: Good.

The Vodka Empress turned away in shame.

Hey, hey...the innocent were hurt. JPG.

Jue looked around, but didn't see any familiar figure, took a pair of chopsticks, tasted the home-cooked food on the table, and then a smile appeared on his white face like jade, and said: It's Yuan's cooking skills, he are you back?

The master stroked his beard and said, I went to Longhu Mountain to celebrate my birthday.

Jue was surprised, and then realized that Emperor Wa's birthday was approaching. He nodded and said, Then I should also prepare some gifts.

Jue helps to make tea.

It's rare to see Master, although I was really scared when I saw Master for the first time when I was young, but I did receive teaching under Master's door later on, and I have the essence of master and apprentice, This long-lost meeting is naturally a good time to have a chat.

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On the other hand, Kaiming wandered into the quiet room and began to think about cleaning up the Nine Heavens Gate. The main purpose was to confirm what Wei Yuan's last two karmas meant, and whether they had anything to do with Kunlun Mountain. He was determined not to do so. Let go of any clues that may be related to Queen Mother Xi.

Even if there is only a slight possibility, I will do my best.

He has the power to see all directions, and he quickly re-inspired the residual charm of the Jiutian Gate in his hand, and the golden streamers gathered again, and finally turned into the previous Wei Yuan's use of the Jiutian Gate. Time, the last two severed causal reflections.

It's just that Kaiming took a look with hope, and in the end he just sighed regretfully.

Those two causes and effects have nothing to do with Kunlun Xihuang.

He waved the cause and effect away.

And at the same time, or in other words, very mysterious, above the fluctuations of the timeline.

During the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty——

A young Taoist with a long sword on his back laughed and waved his hands, and walked out of a big family's house. He didn't care about the pale young scribe who was chasing after him, and just walked quickly. Master, Daoist, stop for a while, stop for a while, we are very happy to talk today, will you leave after the night? Cough cough, Xiaosheng, Xiaosheng really seeks the Tao wholeheartedly.

I still want to have a night talk with Taoist Priest Bingzhu.

Pray for truth with all your heart?

The young Taoist looked back and smiled, looking at the literati who was dressed in silk and satin and eating delicacies from mountains and seas. He saw that there were maids supporting him on both sides. The folk customs of the Tang Dynasty were open, and the maids were covered with a thin layer of clothes, which could not cover their chests. Soft and greasy, and not afraid to get close to literati in front of outsiders.

Ahhh, no wonder this guy is young, he is taking tonics every day, and he still looks qi deficient.

The root of the disease is here.

So Lu Dongbin couldn't help turning the long sword in his hand, and joked:

Brother, I'm afraid that my lifespan will not be long after all the swords. Needless to say, being able to ascend to immortality is a luxury. How about it? Do you want to practice with me?

The young literati in a rich and noble appearance was surprised: Ah, this, how can you say this?

At such a young age, Lu Dongbin, who was already well-known in the Taoist sect, had already gone far away, and he could hear a few loud laughter coming from a distance. Because the person who recited it was Lu Dongbin, it has been handed down in Tang poetry: The body of Erbajia is like a crisp, and she cuts ordinary people with a sword at her waist.

Although no one's head has fallen, the leader's bone marrow is dry in secret!

Only then did the young scribe realize that the Taoist was secretly making fun of him, and his face turned purple.

I want to learn what the Taoist said about cultivating the body and mind, but looking at the beauties on the left and right, although I don’t say anything about the beauty of the sky, but they still have a beautiful face and a soft body, like warm jade, and I can’t bear to let go of it in my arms. , hesitated for a while, but still shook his head, and said: This is the mistake of the Taoist priest. This kind of love and desire is a human nature, and the sages say that food and sex are also sexual.

On the contrary, Your Excellency, although you are said to be unrestrained in the rivers and lakes, it is inevitable to be alone outside. There are too many beautiful things in the world, which have never been experienced before. The world of mortals is graceful, the beauty is kind, and Xiaosheng only wishes to grow old. Among them is the so-called only Envy mandarin ducks but not immortals, the joys of the boudoir are beautiful in every way, the Taoist priest has practiced so many precepts, don’t you know?”

In my opinion, your practice is far less enjoyable than my life.

Lu Dongbin just smiled and looked at the sharp-tongued scholar, and turned around without answering.

The scholar hugging left and right laughed loudly: You and I discussed the Tao earlier, why didn't the Taoist answer?

Lu Dongbin raised the sword in his hand, took it as a greeting, and said with a smile: Your question is very good, I have to think about it, next time I see you, I will answer you ?”

Seeing the Taoist leave.

The maid next to him said tenderly: Perhaps this Taoist couldn't answer the young master's words, so he had to hide his face and run away in embarrassment.

The young son said seriously: Brother Lu is a practitioner of Taoism, how can he be so rude, but I still feel that his so-called hard work is still not beautiful, and now the saint is young and powerful, and his martial arts and martial arts are not inferior to me back then. Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, and today the world is peaceful, we should learn the arts and martial arts, and we will be emperors, generals and ministers in order to make a wife and a son.

The mellow woman giggled and said, Then, the young master is going to study hard tonight, so I'll go with Sister Wan'er.

The upright young man's face collapsed all of a sudden, he stretched out his hand to hold the woman's white palm, and said with a smile: What do you mean by disturbing? This is clearly Hongxiu Tianxiang's reading at night, which has been an elegant thing since ancient times.

The woman said with a playful smile: Ah, Hongxiu Tianxiang is studying at night?

I just don't know, what the young master wants to read is the book of sages?

Or my book?

She slid her fingers along her curvaceous curves lightly, straightening the young man's eyes slightly, and then stretched out her arms to hug him, and there was only a burst of laughter from Yingyingyanyan.

It's just that as spring and autumn come, time gradually passes, and the young man in the compound gradually forgets the so-called Taoist. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and he has grown from his early twenties to At the age of forty, during the Tang Dynasty, ordinary people can only live in their sixties. In addition, they are overworked, and their temples have some gray hair. One day, when they are looking at flowers outside, they see a young Taoist coming towards them.

It's you?! Brother Lu Dao?!

The literati looked at it for a while before shouting out in disbelief.

Haha, of course, I went west for three thousand miles and saw the Yellow Sand Desert.

Lu Dongbin smiled and told about his experience during this period of time, and then looked at the middle-aged man with gray hair on the sideburns. Although he was a little old, he was still well-maintained. The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Lu Dongbin said: It's been more than ten years, how come the girls Wan'er and Yue'er from back then have disappeared?

A look of disappointment appeared on the literati's face, and he said: Wan'er, she had an affair with an outsider to steal money, and she was punished by the law.

Yue'er originally married me as a concubine. When she gave birth to a child a few years ago, she had a difficult delivery.

Lu Dongbin said his condolences.

Then he smiled and said:

I told you back then, do you want to practice with me, but now that the beauty is gone, would you like to practice?

The scribe immediately lifted his spirits, shook his head and said: This is the way the world is supposed to be, and Yue'er...she is also destined to be like this.

However, Daoist Lu lived too far in seclusion for these years, and I never found you. Now the sage and emperor are in the prime of life, and the opening of the Yuan Dynasty is magnificent. It is not a little worse than the previous generation's Zhenguan prosperity. It is time to make a name for yourself. Get up, Daochang Lu, you haven't answered the question I asked you last time.

After a chat and a cup of wine and tea, Lu Dongbin took out a handful of copper coins from his sleeve robe and sprinkled them over to the buskers on the side of the road.

Then he lifted the sword and left gracefully, still waved his hand, and said with a lazy smile: This question is still too complicated.

Pindao should think about it carefully, and when we meet next time, I will definitely give you the answer.

The scribe couldn't help laughing, and finally shook his head and said, This Taoist priest.

A crisp voice was heard: Daddy!

Then a little boy ran up and hugged him in front of his lap.

Father, who was it just now?

There was a look of kindness on the face of the scribe, and he said: Dad knew a Taoist who talked about mysteries before, and he just said a few words, hehe... When Dad was young, he was also quite interested in those alchemists who transformed from outsiders, the fairy tales. Yes, it’s not once or twice to talk about metaphysics with people, ah yes.”

You are not allowed to read any Taoist scriptures, the imperial examination is the right path for you.

okay!

As time went by, Emperor Xuanzong, who was said to have died too late in the Tang Dynasty, gradually grew older. Spring and autumn came, and the atmosphere of Kaiyuan's prosperous age gradually became a little different from that of the past. The old trees and leaves in the courtyard Green and yellow, yellow and green again, the scribes back then sat on the chairs in the yard, their hair was covered with white hair, and their eyes were slightly cloudy.

Deserved.

The sound of footsteps coming from the avenue in autumn was harsh. The old scribe raised his head and saw in front of the old wooden door, a young Taoist in a rough sermon robe, as before, holding a sword, wine and two taels of pig's head Meat, smiled and said: Never mind, trouble, I ate a lot of wine and meat from you a few years ago, and today I will pay you back.

The scribe stared at him for a long time before he recognized that it was Lu Dongbin. The corners of his mouth twitched and he said:

I didn't expect that after so many years, Daoist Lu is still as handsome as ever, with a good face.

Hehe, after thousands of years, maybe you will also be honored as the patriarch of Taoism.

Lu Dongbin just laughed loudly: A patriarch who wrote doggerel?

The two exchanged pleasantries while drinking and eating meat. Lu Dongbin casually asked about the current situation of the scribe. The latter held a glass of dirty wine, with a trace of sadness on his face, and sighed, He is a saint, he favors Concubine Yang, and Li Linfu, who has a sweet belly sword... It was only during the conversation that I realized that this literati also had some fame. He offended Li Linfu's family and was eventually relegated to his family. His son was even more miserable and went to the land of Lingnan.

Lu Dongbin brought up the old story again.

With a glass of water and wine, the scribe still smiled and asked: However, the sage is still alive, and the treacherous ministers only temporarily confuse the sage's eyes. After all, there will be a day when the day will brighten up again. The theory of cultivating the Tao is still unnecessary. Speaking of which, the problem when we were young.

Lu Dongbin laughed and said, Well.

The white-haired literati who was no longer as vigorous as before forced a smile and said, Next time?

Hahahaha, you understand me!

Lu Dongbin picked up the wine gourd, staggered away with drunkenness, and the scribe looked at the dirty wine in the cup, not knowing whether the Taoist really didn't know how to answer himself, or just fooling himself, he drank the dirty wine It's all over, and then I look at the wild geese, fallen leaves, drizzle, and withered vines, which is indescribably desolate.

It's just that neither of them knew that they would meet so quickly, so caught off guard, that the once prosperous Great Tang Empire would soon become precarious. At the time of Lu Dongbin, he was already extremely desolate. He had been hungry for several days, and finally got a full bowl of rice from Lu Dongbin.

The white hair was wet and messed up, the old man who talked about Xuan Xuan when he was young finished eating a bowl of rice, Lu Dongbin handed over a jug of spirits, the former drank slowly, and finally found out that the Anshi Rebellion, the rebels swept in It went through once, and then the official army came, but it didn't have to be much better than the rebel army.

He was a little choked up while talking, and finally sighed, but still maintained the demeanor of a literati, smiled and said:

So, what's the answer to that question of our youth?

The Taoist who was still as young as he was in the past few decades looked at him gently and said, Don't you understand?

'In my opinion, your practice is far less enjoyable than my life. '

The old man was very sad, and watched the young Taoist go away with the Qingfeng long sword on his back.

However, within a few months, the old man finally passed away. Lu Dongbin buried him in his hometown near the East China Sea. A lame Taoist knew that this was also something that Lu Dongbin liked to talk about when he was young. He sang with emotion: Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but fame can't be forgotten! Where are the ancient and modern generals? The pile of grass in the barren mound is gone.

Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, only gold and silver can't be forgotten! In the end, I only regret that there are not many gatherings, and when it is too long, my eyes will be closed.

Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, only a beautiful wife can't forget them!

Zhang Guolao, who was riding upside down on a donkey, suddenly raised his head and said, No, that is!!!

Lu Dongbin raised his head to look, suddenly his expression was dull, he saw the extreme magnificence of the East China Sea, and saw a huge gate of heaven appeared between the heaven and the earth over there!

Above the gate of heaven, the golden streamer is brilliant, unpredictable, with a thousand feet of sunlight and infinite aura.

A Taoist in green shirt seemed to be standing behind the door, with a distant and unpredictable demeanor, as if the past, present, and future were gathered together, mysterious and mysterious. Lu Dongbin was startled, thinking of the fairy fate he met when he was young, his expression He said eagerly: Yes, it is Tianzun!

Then he went straight to the East China Sea, but for some reason, when Yujian crossed halfway, Tiantian Gate suddenly withdrew all the light and disappeared. Lu Dongbin was out of breath, and fell into the East China Sea, which seemed extremely far away. It seems that the Tianmen, which is close at hand, has sensed the strands of cause and effect and energy.

There were layers of waves rising in my heart.

Yuanshi Tianzun is in the East China Sea, just behind the East China Sea in Tianmen!

I can't cross the East China Sea with my own strength.

Unable to contact Yuanshi Tianzun after Tianmen.

That's enough time for eight people!

Repeat the gossip from the day after tomorrow, and then try again, cross the East China Sea, and cross the gate of heaven.

See you again Yuanshi Datianzun!

In the dark, what Wei Yuan felt at that time was the cause and effect of the Eight Immortals, which was comparable to the feedback from the Monkey King.

more solidified.

PS: The second update today...

Filling the pit... Good night, good night, everyone, go to bed early, lie in the corpse...