Museum of Demons

Wei Yuan looked curiously at the Taoist who had arrived at Wei Ming Sect from a distance.

He already knew from Xuan Yi's mouth that he was going to transport a certain treasure of the Taiping Dao, and then relied on this treasure to lure those evil people, and then took the opportunity to capture it. What exactly is the treasure.

But he didn't rush over to inquire immediately, he just took a walk in the gate of Weiming Sect for a while.

In my heart, I silently thought and recalled the altar ceremonies I saw yesterday.

Taking the time to look at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was meticulously doing morning class, the little guy was wearing a Taoist robe, with a ball head tied up, and he looked meticulous, but he looked a bit like a Taoist priest. Afterwards, he had breakfast with those Taoist priests. At this time, Xuan Yi took the initiative to find Wei Yuan.

Guardian Master Wei, please follow me, the fellow Taoist who delivered the items of Taiping Dao has arrived.

good.

Wei Yuan was not surprised, nodded and stood up, followed Xuan Yi,

Curious on the way, he was a little puzzled about Wei Mingzong's next plan, pondered for a while, and asked: Xuan Yi, how do you plan to attract those evil people? It is impossible for them not to see that this may be A trap, there will be danger...

Xuan Yi was very sure, and replied: They will come.

As a matter of fact, as long as they practice the Taiping Essentials, no matter whether they follow the path of righteousness or wrong ways, they will not be able to resist this temptation.

Wei Yuan was surprised, it seemed that the value of the escorted thing to the Taiping Dao was higher than what he had expected. Just as he was thinking, Xuan Yi brought Wei Yuan to the guest room.

Wei Yuan saw that four Taoists including Zhao Yi were resting there. A square metal box was placed on the table, covered with talisman scriptures, which looked heavy and mysterious.

Xuanyi nodded to those Taoists, introduced them to Wei Yuan, and said:

These are fellow Taoists who are operating in the special operations group. They are in charge of this matter with me, Wei Mingzong. This is fellow Taoist Zhao Jianbai, a disciple of Jingming Dao who confers talismans. He is good at talisman and inner alchemy.

A Taoist in his thirties and forties, who looked calm and stern, nodded slightly, with curiosity lurking in his eyes.

He was carrying a talisman, but his aura was deep. It was obvious that he was practicing both methods. He was wearing a shirt under his Taoist robe, and instead of a topknot, he was short.

Xuan Yi pointed to a fair-faced woman with delicate facial features, and said:

Friend Lin Li from the Shangqing sect is Xiao Lin'er's elder sister.

It was a female Taoist priest in her twenties, she nodded with a smile, her eyes were clear, she was leaning against the table, her legs were slender, her black hair was tied into a ponytail, Wei Yuan couldn't help thinking that if this Taoist priest saw Xiao Yu'er, would he also look like Xiao Yu'er? Was it Lin Linger who pulled out the talisman and went on it?

Xuan Yi finally pointed to a man with an indifferent face, and said:

Fellow Daoist He Yangwen of the Divine Firmament Sect, conferred the talisman last winter.

Wei Yuan's expression was slightly contemplative. Taoism conferring talismans has a special meaning. In the modern system, it represents the level of Taoism, which level of altar can be used, and what level of supernatural powers can be displayed. The granting of talismans has been able to capture demons and ghosts and drive away evil spirits.

And the divine Xiaozong's granting a disciple means that he has initially mastered the divine night thunder method.

He Yangwen bowed his head in salute, and the three young masters from each family either curiously or plainly stared at Wei Yuan next to Xuan Yi, Zhao Jianbai pondered for a moment, and said, Friend Xuan Yi, who is this?

Xuan Yi paused slightly, and introduced: This is the head of the Wei Pavilion, and I am old with Wei Mingzong.

We will also participate in this matter.

Lin Li was surprised and said with a smile:

I don't know which sect or faction's fellow Taoist, the owner of the gymnasium, did he open the gymnasium?

Wei Yuan patted the quaint violin case on the back, and smiled gently: It's not a Taoist temple, it's just a folk museum. There are many hidden secrets in those ancient relics, which will attract some ghosts and ghosts. Now, I have gradually mastered some methods, but my child is in the Weiming Sect.

Lin Li was a little surprised, and nodded. Although he didn't know why Wei Mingzong would find a museum owner to participate in this matter, but this place is also one of the orthodox Taoist sects after all. They believed in Wei Mingzong's vision and judgment, and they looked young when they came here. The owner of a good museum should have some morals.

Wei Yuan's eyes fell on the metal box covered with talisman texts, and said:

Is this the thing of Taiping Dao?

Lin Li replied:

good.

As long as it is a person who cultivates the essential art of peace, he will not let this thing go.

Wei Yuan looked curious.

Lin Li simply smiled, opened the box, and revealed what was inside. It was a simple long staff, and there was only a small part of it, with engraved ciphertext on it. Caressing this object, said slowly:

The word 'teacher' in Taoism is rare.

A celestial master, a grand master of the Qing Dynasty, a mysterious master, a true master, passed down from generation to generation.

This is the nine-jointed staff used by Zhang Jiao, the great virtuous teacher of Taiping Dao.

In the eyes of Taiping Dao, its status is not inferior to that of the male and female dragon and tiger swords hidden in Zhengyi, or the jade book of my sect, which can not only summon gods and ghosts, but also manage the affairs of nine people and nine qi, and can control all things in the world. It can save people to the Tao, and it is the top artifact of the Taoist sect.

So they know that there is danger, but they still come.

It's a pity that the nine-section staff of the Taiping Dao has been broken and lost its magical powers over the long years.

The Taiping Yaoshu is originally an authentic Taoist school, and there are also descendants who are unworthy. He is like a bandit, but now his inheritance is like this...

When He Yangwen talked about ancient cultivators, his tone was regretful and he talked more.

Wei Yuan suddenly noticed something strange, and subconsciously raised his hand to lightly touch the nine-section staff. The pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank slightly, and saw the lines on the nine-section staff start to swim quickly. The faces of Xuan Yi, Lin Li and others suddenly changed become blurred.

Another voice came from Nine Scepters.

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Child, woo woo woo, master, save my child...

A mother was crying while holding a child who was only three or four years old.

Wei Yuan barely raised his head, saw that he had turned into that child, saw the crying young woman, saw the dilapidated house, then stretched out his other hand and pressed it on top of 'his own' head, Wei Yuan turned his head, looked It was a figure with the light behind it, and it was only after he squatted down that he saw that it was a young Taoist priest.

Wearing a patchwork Taoist robe, she is not tall, and her face is a bit baby fat.

There are two dimples on the corner of the mouth when he smiles.

He took out the yellow talisman and melted it into the water, let 'Wei Yuan' drink it, and then whispered like an old mother:

The child is a little weak. After he gets over it, he has to pay more attention to his diet... He paused, looked around, reached out his hand, took out a pocket, and poured out the food inside. Give half to the mother and child, think about it, and pour out a little more.

He smiled and said, Live well.

The young woman was grateful to Dade, and the young Taoist priest with baby fat scratched his head, and comforted him earnestly: My Han Dynasty has a long history, and I have Guangwu Zhongxing. Now the situation is not good, and I will definitely get better in the future.

He knelt down and looked at the bewildered child, smiled, took out another egg, took out an egg, stroked it, stuffed it in the child's hand, and patted the child's head: The last chicken, here's the egg. You, little guy, grow up well.

There were two young Taoists squatting at the door.

The Taoist who gave the yellow talisman went out.

Holding the egg, Wei Yuan was dazed to see another skinny Taoist bowing his head and talking to the young Taoist outside the door. He wanted to hear clearly, so he really heard clearly——

Brother, where are you going next?

The young Taoist thought for a while and replied, Follow this road.

The times are not good, we can't waste our efforts to save people along the way...

Another young man said in a muffled voice: But, big brother, the court is corrupt now, and you are well-behaved, why don't you enter the court to rectify it?

The young man smiled in surprise:

I'm just a mountain Taoist, what kind of court do I enter? I'm not that kind of material at all. Besides, the big man has a strong dragon spirit. If you ask me to be an official, don't you want me to be good at Taoism? No, no, no, Taoism has precepts, you must stay away from human disputes , one must not participate in the competition to dominate, and two must not touch the luck of the world.

Even the Marquis Liu, who hates the country and the family, is born to practice after the world is over.

If you want to go by yourself, don't disturb Pindao Feisheng.

The young Taoist laughed and cursed a few times, seeing that the two younger brothers were not convinced, he said seriously again:

Besides, my great Han country is endless. I have seen the dragon spirit, and the dragon veins of the Han Dynasty are still stable. The incident in the court is just a minor ailment. As long as we get through this suffering, the day of rejuvenation will surely come.

Another Taoist scratched his head and sighed, Okay, what should I do?

The young Taoist said earnestly: Cure illnesses, save lives.

When the world is clear, go back to the mountains, save some money to open a small Taoist temple, accept a few young Taoist priests, and pass on the method, and then the little Taoist priests will cure diseases and save people. When the world is peaceful, save some money and open another Taoist temple. Then take a little Taoist...

The second younger brother next to him couldn't help but hang his head in dejection: Petty!

You can't be a little promising, always thinking about going back to the mountain to open a Taoist temple, can you have a little ambition.

Ah, no.

The young Taoist shook his head awkwardly.

I think it's fun to open a Taoist temple and raise a few little Taoist priests.

I don't have anything else to think about in this life.

The second and third younger brothers next to him were stunned. They had no ambitions, and they wanted to dig a hole for their eldest brother.

The young Taoist priest was full of complacency, and lifted the staff leaning against the door.

As if noticing something, he turned his head, grinned at the child who was staring at him, and waved his hands. The young Taoist priest was a little baby fat, and he had two dimples when he laughed. The nine-stalk stick in his hand had secret words on it. Under the nine-stalk stick is tied a hundred cloths obtained from begging.

Among them are yellow scarves shaking, blowing up with the wind, as if connecting with the sky.

It was reflected in Wei Yuan's eyes.

Master Wei? What's wrong with you, Master Wei?

Wei Yuan woke up suddenly.

Opening his eyes, he subconsciously took a step back. Next to him, Xuanyi pressed his palm on his shoulder and looked at him with concern. When he saw Wei Yuan opened his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, Master Wei, what are you thinking? It's over... just when I saw the nine-stalk stick, I was stunned.

Wei Yuan lowered his head and saw a part of the nine-section stick.

It is exactly the same as the one held by the young Taoist priest in the picture just now, but it is more primitive, as if after thousands of years of erosion, it has become heavy and vicissitudes, which made his eyes change slightly, and Lin Li and others next to him raised their eyebrows slightly. When the curator touched the nine-section staff, he was in a daze.

Something seems wrong.

Then they saw the young curator of the museum lowering his head and staring at the Nine-Jones Staff. He Yangwen noticed the change in his expression and was slightly taken aback. That kind of look almost made him think of the long sword used by the patriarch at home to wipe it, looking at the marks on the sword and feeling that the years are gone, and the sword is no longer what it used to be.

It's like a moment of emotion.

It turns out that 'you' is already so old.

Because of this subtle expression, as well as the simple and old nine-jointed stick, the breath of the young museum curator changed a little, making people inexplicably reminiscent of the reunion of old friends. The scene of the two looking at each other is just a vicissitudes old Nearly dying, the other is still young.

This change was so fleeting, it almost made them think that they had misread it.

The nine-stalk stick is as simple as usual, and the owner of the museum is as young as ever, and replied gently:

It's just that I didn't expect to see the nine-stalk stick, so I was a little lost...

After all, this is a treasure.

Xuan Yi didn't think much about it.

And after a while, everyone agreed on the departure time, and Wei Yuan returned to his residence, his heart was heavy, the scene of just touching the nine-section staff was somewhat similar to the memory of seeing the artifacts in the exorcism, but this time was different, he saw The perspective I see is not the perspective of the utensil, but the child ruled by the yellow talisman

And the young Taoist priest holding the nine-jointed stick is probably Zhang Jiao who first walked the world.

He opened up the way of peace and is known as a great virtuous teacher.

Wei Yuan suddenly thought of a possibility that had been ignored by his subconscious mind. He pondered for a while, briefly ignoring Wu Zhiqi who might be in a rage, turned on the phone, quickly found Nvjiao, and pressed his finger:

Witch, how many times has the reincarnation effect of the West Kunlun Immortal Flower?!

After a while.

Miko Jiao:

you guess?

PS: The first update today, 3,800 words......

It seems that it has successfully stabilized the schedule, and hopes to last at least a week, sigh.

Thanks to the leader of the killer monk, thank you~