Museum of Demons

Leave this place, go back to the past...you, have you come this far?

The scholar in blue couldn't help muttering to himself.

His mind has not been able to react from the violent impact just now. Hearing this sentence, his mind was already shaken, which means that the man in front of him has reached the power to step through time at will, and he can immediately Get rid of the causal links of this world and return to the real timeline.

The scholar in green shirt subconsciously asked, What are you going to do?

Wei Yuan glanced at him, smiled and said:

How to do it? Of course it is to observe the mortal world for a thousand years and go back slowly.

if not?

Do you want me to cut through the sky with one sword, tear time, step into the long river of time, flow against the trend, fight through the ages, and suddenly appear on the battlefield between Emperor Jun and Dazun? Then draw the four swords of Zhu Xian, To poke through the back waist of Great Master Zhuoshi?

The scholar in blue was speechless.

Isn't this what you always like to do?

It's not that I don't want to do this, but that I can't and can't do it.

Wei Yuan admitted it frankly, and then stretched out his hand and pressed it on the stone table. He felt the roughness of the stone table in his palm, and smiled softly: If I have been fighting alone, I have never been an opponent of Zhuoshi Dazun, probably One dead and one injured.

Besides, although I have comprehended some things, but the journey of the great road is easier to know than to do.

The road is long and obstructive, search up and down.

How can this be accomplished overnight?

He seemed regretful, closed his eyes and whispered, and then said:

But fortunately, a thousand years is enough.

No hurry, no hurry.

Go slowly, this sword will not be too late.

The green-shirted scribe only felt that his scalp was numb. Such a tone was like a long sword. It was always showing its sharpness, cutting the sky and fighting the ground, but it suddenly became gentle and peaceful. This does not mean that the sword has lost its sharpness, but It represents that the sword is gaining momentum, and at the most critical moment, it will cut out the energy accumulated over the thousand years.

A ray of detachment has already been glimpsed before.

Wait for thousands of years to accumulate this momentum, but you will reach a terrifying state of sophistication!

He dare not think...

OK.

The black-haired Taoist said again: As I said earlier, some trivial matters need to be resolved.

I'm worried about Mr. being alone on the mountain.

Please, sir, come with me.

This time, the green-clothed scribe no longer has any hostility. No matter how powerful he is, the person in front of him has already glimpsed a higher road. No matter what, he still wants to go further. To see such a way.

Wei Yuan stood up.

He has been in this world for hundreds of years, he is restrained by many causes and effects, and he is also entangled by the yin and yang breath from the core of the yin and yang catastrophe. He can't relax for a moment, and he can't leave as he wants. Power, even the part that seeps out, cannot be underestimated.

But at this moment, he stood in front of the mountain, looked at the sea of ​​clouds below the mountain, and sighed after a long time:

It's time to go and have a look.

Reaching out is just a shake.

Clank!

In an instant, Qingyue's roar exploded like thunder. It wasn't the sword energy that made the green-shirted scribe feel as though his scalp had been electrified. It was because he could see that the Yin-Yang aura that surrounded this Taoist all the time collapsed layer by layer in an instant!

you……!!!

I didn't solve the catastrophe.

The black-haired Taoist seemed to know what the green-clothed scholar wanted to say, and said, It's just that the yin and yang aura emitted by Xu Yi has been scattered into different timelines. According to your understanding, it is exiled to different timelines. On the trajectory of fate.

If the destiny trajectory of those parallel worlds also includes me, you will probably find that the yin and yang calamity on your body has suddenly increased by a little bit.

He smiled slightly, his expression gentle.

The green-clothed scribe's breathing stagnated, and he subconsciously asked:

Do you have the possibility of parallel worlds and other fate trajectories?

Probably there is.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes: If there is really a state of detachment, looking down at the present, it is like seeing thousands of tributaries rushing into the sea, and the trajectories of fate may also exist in my residual reflection.

But those, either have similar faces, or have similar spirits and souls, or have the same experience, but...

all!

No!

【I】!

The last three words resonate like heaven and earth, with a long and grand voice.

Step by step, it is already very far away.

Seeing that the black-haired Taoist in front had gone away, he gritted his teeth and followed closely behind.

Since more than a hundred years ago, during the Song Dynasty, the legend of turtles and snakes appeared here. Dissipated without a trace, the spring water has lost its legend and strangeness, and now it is just an old well for the people in the surrounding mountain villages to carry water for drinking.

The wellhead is surrounded by bluestone bricks.

But now even those bluestone bricks have become quiet due to the rubbing and the infiltration of water.

The black-haired Taoist walked up and down step by step, walking through the origin of this mountain legend.

When Zhang Sanfeng didn't know about it.

It's already going down the mountain into the world of mortals.

………………

And today there is chaos.

In the land of Shenzhou, there are wars everywhere, many heroes set off the fire of rebellion, the people are displaced everywhere, the rebels and the Yuan army are strangled everywhere, the black-haired Taoist has never intervened in the chaos of the world, and in such a chaotic world, even a monk can't be clean.

Chang'an City is far from Chang'an in Tang Dynasty.

For thousands of years, Ci En Temple has never lost its original style, and it has been blown away by rain and wind. When Xuanzang passed away, a bell under the pagoda rang, and now, the bell under the pagoda I don't know if it is still the Buddha bell from back then, but it is already full of dust and rust, and the wind of this troubled world can't even blow.

There are no longer too many monks in Ci'en Temple.

There is only one old monk, a lonely child who has been adopted, with his hair cut and ordained as a monk.

Reluctantly, in this chaotic world, to be a floating tent, barely to survive.

Wei Yuan didn't bother the monks of this era, but bypassed those monks and pushed away the stupa that hadn't been opened for a long time. This stupa was originally the place where Xuanzang stored Buddhist scriptures. After going through troubled times, it has long since disappeared The glory of the year.

The Taoist changed from his black clothes to a green shirt, holding an oil lamp in one hand.

The light is dim, stepping on the wooden steps step by step. He, Xuanzang, and Shi Pantuo watched the construction of this Buddhist temple back then. Now that he has returned to the old place, his temperament is as peaceful as water, and he is no longer as sharp as before.

Step by step, walk through the thirteen floors and return to the top of the pagoda.

Xuanzang Buddha bone relic is here.

But what Wei Yuan saw was not just a relic.

The monk's incomparable spiritual will, even if the self has passed away, still exists here, as a part of the future catastrophe, as if sitting cross-legged on the futon there is still a monk from the Tang Dynasty, with his eyes closed, as if in practice.

That is divine thought.

It is also the picture that Wei Yuan can see through the karma of fate after he takes charge of fate.

That is the 'shadow' left by Xuanzang in the past.

The Taoist's expression was gentle.

He also sat down casually, looked at the old man in front of him, lowered his eyes and smiled and said, Long time no see...

The voice was gentle, but the green-clothed scribe saw that the monk who was just a reflection of the past raised his eyes, and in the distant past, during the Tang Dynasty, the monk Xuanzang in every timeline was originally looking at the building in front of him. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice, and I was shocked.

He raised his head, but saw nothing, only the newly built Buddhist pagoda, and Datang's move was naturally luxurious.

Looking back, he saw You Xia'er holding a sword in both hands, with a willow branch in his mouth, looking contentedly at the residence where he will live in the future, and whistled.

Is... an illusion?

Xuanzang murmured, but when he looked away, he didn't notice that there was a strange charm on the ranger.

But after a thousand years, the Taoist lowered his eyes slightly, but said again: Thank you very much.

He is the backhand Xie Xuanzang left for the world at the end.

It is also the Buddhist rhyme that Xie Xuanzang left for himself.

It has allowed him to break through deadlocks several times, and has also helped Jue.

Thanks for the past acquaintance.

Thank you for knowing each other once, and sharing life and death together.

Looking at the relics left by the monk, the Taoist was silent for a long time, but he didn't try to interfere more. He just got up, turned around, and walked down step by step. Friends, why not change his fate?

The black-haired Taoist replied calmly: Because I am a good friend, I cannot change his fate.

I originally wanted to change, but when I saw him, I found that I couldn't make a move.

I can't use my will to override his will...

Xuanzang, Zhang Jiao, Master, and Laozi are all extremely talented and brilliant people that are rare in the world.

They have not been able to reach the level of Daoguo.

Dao Fruit needs to be more decisive, and needs to use its own way to become the underlying basic rules of the world. If the master becomes Dao Fruit, then Confucian disciples can use poetry as a weapon and use writing to make reality. This is the power of Dao Fruit. Failed to get out of this step.

However, it opened up an endless river, which continues for generations to come.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes and let out a long sigh.

Come when you rise up, and return when you are exhausted, that's all.

The green-shirted scribe was puzzled. He wanted to use the observation of Wei Yuan's state to get a glimpse of the road ahead. Such a person with such a realm, his every move, is enough to say that he carries the rhythm of the Tao, and he is the top of the road. Tiancaidibao, any talented person can realize a Taoism by observing itself.

But he found that he could not understand this Taoist.

He traveled all over the world, spent three hundred and sixty days, traveled all over China, and then walked back to the mountains.

This time he looked at the sea of ​​clouds and asked:

How do you think I should interfere with this fate and general trend?

The green-clothed scribe was puzzled, and after pondering, he frowned and asked:

As you once said, I control the general trend of the entire destiny, and everything belongs to me.

Wei Yuan shook his head, and said slowly: That is the path of [Fate], but not my path.

If I take this path, then I will not be me anymore. Not only will I not become stronger, but I will even abandon my own realm.

The green-clothed scribe stared blankly, then his eyes widened, and a gleam of joy flashed in his heart.

ecstasy!

The Taoist in front of him has seen the detachment direction of fate, but he himself considers himself as one of the sentient beings. Such a means of manipulating the fate of all living beings is contrary to his heart. If he goes forcibly, he will not only be unable to see Detachment, on the contrary, will make one's state of mind collapse.

Then, then...!

Isn't this road my way!

Could it be that this is my method of breakthrough and detachment? !

Boundless ecstasy made the blue-clothed scribe shake slightly, and even felt a sense of gratitude from the bottom of his heart for the black-haired Taoist in front of him, and a kind of feeling—if there is really a detached man in the future chance, then when the world is destroyed, his life will be spared.

So I don't feel lonely.

But at this moment, the black-haired Taoist overlooking the sea of ​​clouds suddenly said:

Therefore, I thought of other methods.

So the ecstasy in the green-clothed scholar's heart was instantly shattered, his eyes regained their original light, and he subconsciously said, The rest of the methods? What are they?

Wei Yuan said leisurely: Dreams are also the movement of the true spirit. If I use dreams to weave my destiny, how about it?

The green-clothed scribe was stunned, and immediately laughed loudly: Dream?!

How can something that is chaotic, disordered, and fragile like a bubble carry its destiny? Even if there is a method of interpreting fate through dreams, it is mostly far-fetched and has no value at all. , it’s not even heresy, it’s just the tricks of charlatan warlocks!”

The black-haired Taoist didn't take it seriously, nodded slightly, and said:

Sir is right.

So, what if the dreams of all living beings build a world together, and the dreams of all people are connected together to form a whole?

The expression on the face of the green-clothed scribe was slightly startled, and his expression was obviously more serious.

After thinking for a while, I still shook my head: Not enough, far from enough.

The dreams of all living beings are enough to weave together, but what are all beings? Dare to know the direction of all living beings? Even if you don't mention this, can it be said that destiny, that is, the influence of the life trajectories of all living beings, only comes from sentient beings? Is it? Wrong, it is also related to everything in this world.

The fate of all things in the world, some are crushed to death by mountains and rivers, and some are just met with opportunities due to heavy rain. They are just the dreams of all living beings. After all, they are nothing but rootless trees and weeds in the wind. It's just a dream, and it can only be regarded as heresy.

The black-haired Taoist turned his back to him, still nodded, and asked peacefully:

It does make sense.

Then if I allow the spirituality of all living beings to exist in the same dream, and the yin and yang flow, so that there are mountains, rivers, lakes and seas here, as if the heavens and the earth are true, so what?

The expression of the green-clothed scribe has changed. He thought for a long time, slowly shook his head little by little, and retorted:

Not enough, not enough.

It's just a fiction and it's not real. It's like there is a foundation, but it's just floating soil. Just a strong wind blows, it will collapse and annihilate. No matter how prosperous the scenery is, it will only collapse and destroy in a flash, and it can't last for a long time. in the world.

The black-haired Taoist still lowered his eyes, nodded, and said lightly: Mr. is right.

Then if I put all living beings in the same dream, the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas are all manifestations of yin and yang.

In this dream, everything can echo with the present world. How about this world, which accommodates the spirituality and non-spirituality of all things and all living beings, so as to achieve a world? One more person in the world, one more person in this dream Spirituality, a drop of water in the mountains and rivers will also manifest in dreams.

The green-shirted scribe only felt that his thoughts were frozen, as if he had seen a dream that echoed with this world one by one. State, even if it's just brick by brick, all living beings live in the real world during the day.

While sleeping, it is to enter this 'dreamland' and forget the memory of when you are awake during the day.

Just like normal life, talking, laughing.

Can it be called destiny if it is so magnificently woven?

The green-shirted scribe was sweating coldly on his forehead, and he was speechless for a while. When he spoke, his voice was unknowingly hoarse, and he said, You, you can't do it, it's impossible. This requires a world that corresponds to everything in the world. You need the spirituality of all living beings, you can't...

His voice faltered.

His eyes widened, and he saw the yin and yang qi around Wei Yuan changing.

That is a scroll!

A picture scroll purely woven by the most original yin and yang at the beginning of this world!

Then there is a trace of cause and effect extending out, as if in an instant, it has enveloped all living beings in the heavens and myriad worlds!

Dao fruit - [karma]!

All living beings and all things are in my cause and effect!

Power - [Yin Yang]!

Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, three begets all things!

The body of the green-clothed scribe trembled.

And the black-haired Taoist lowered his eyes, still with a calm tone, and asked lightly:

Yin and Yang evolve all things, from the beginning to all things are born, and all living beings have their own cause and effect.

In this way, everything can be reflected in the dream, and all living beings can be reflected in the dream. Can such a dream, the trajectory weaved, be able to comprehend fate?

He couldn't wait for an answer.

The scholar in blue was speechless.

Immediately, everything took a step forward, and there seemed to be countless streams of light rising up from the surroundings, and figures appeared one by one, including Yuan Yuan, the strong man who supported the sky and the earth in ancient times, and the potter of the Tushan family, Taiping from the Three Kingdoms era. Taoist, the unrivaled sword fairy in the Tang Dynasty...

Past, future!

Anchor points light up.

Then, with the beginning of cause and effect, it spread to all people in all directions at the same time.

Then, based on the cause and effect connected by the anchor points of the past and the future, Qiqi is reflected in the so-called 'dream'.

The black-robed Taoist flicked his sleeves calmly, and said in a soft voice: If it is my dream, it can unify the dreams of all living beings, and the spirits of all living beings live in it, and can reflect and clear all things and dharmas in the two worlds. Destiny? If my dream is true, there is a dream of the past and a dream of the present.

If there is someone who is strong in my dream, I can leave a mark on the dream of the past and the dream of the future.

The lord who can achieve the fruit of the Tao in my dream!

So, can it be called [Fate]?

The green-shirted scribe's brain went blank for a moment, and his scalp felt numb.

Turn the original yin and yang into all things, and then use your own imprints in different timelines as the source of cause and effect, spread out, and create such a dream. In this dream, there are past and future based on the imprint of Yuanshi Tianzun, and even So that it can satisfy the level of constructing Dao fruit in this dream.

You said, can a dream like mine be used to understand fate?

May I?

What is the difference between such a dream and the present world!

Walk in the world with the true spirit during the day, and walk in the so-called dreamland with the true spirit in the dream.

It's all just a little bit of true spirit!

The scholar in blue was speechless, his lips trembling, and said: You, if you are careless, you will, you will be in this dream, and you will never wake up again. You will fit into the dreamland avenue you created...

The black-haired Taoist nodded, and said softly: Everything has a price and a risk.

That's the last question. After answering this question, I can let you go.

Let's ask,

If this is a dream, it will spread for thousands of years, and I wake up.

Can you shake the Great One?

! ! !

Scholar in green shirt has numbness in his scalp. For some reason, his eyes feel red. The Dao is right in front of him. How can he leave? The fate at this moment has no other distracting thoughts, just like a true seeker who sees the ultimate way When it was possible, with the feeling of madness, he bowed his hands slowly, and said in a hoarse voice:

Wish to protect the Dharma for thousands of years, just to be able to observe this way.

Seeking friends, be magnanimous.

The black-haired Taoist lowered his eyes and said, Yes.

Only in this way did he complete the deduction, and finally knew how not to interfere with the fate of the original sentient beings, but how to control the fate, to reach the method of detachment, looking at the sea of ​​clouds in front of him. Golden streamer, all cause and effect.

Karma spreads to the past, present, future, Great Wilderness, Kunlun, mountains and seas.

All sentient beings, the world of mortals is bustling.

Suddenly, I heard a warm and peaceful voice in my ear: The mighty world, all the common people.

The grandeur.

Come into my dreams.

PS: The first update today...

A chapter of 5,800 words, lying dead, I hope the second chapter will come sooner.