Museum of Demons

After that sentence, all the sentient beings in the hundred and eight thousand worlds just felt that there was a slight change between their eyebrows, a little hot, and even if they didn't notice it at all, it seemed that even the feeling of heat was just their own illusion That's all.

Even those who have achieved success in their cultivation base can't figure out the reason.

The soul swept across his body, and then looked inside his own energy, but he found nothing. Even the methods that could penetrate the deep and subtle things were all deployed, but he couldn't find a trace of it. In the end, with the passage of time, no matter how scheming and cautious people are, no matter how many doubts they have, they can only regard it as their own illusion and let it go slowly.

Even if one enters the dreamland, one will forget everything in the world, and after waking up, the dreamland is also fragmented. Time passes, but there is no trace left, and no influence is exerted on its original trajectory.

Everything seems to have not changed.

Everything is business as usual.

All beings are as usual.

But on this day, Zhang Sanfeng packed up his state of mind, calmed down the melancholy and mood ripples of his disciple Zhu Yuanzhang, who had practiced on this mountain for more than ten years, carrying a gun down the mountain late at night, and carried a box of For snacks, a pot of tea brewed from the old spring at the bottom of the mountain came up step by step.

But found that the bluestone is still there.

On that old tree, the black snake with scales like a huge bluestone is still there.

There are lotus flowers blooming in the pool on one side, and the old turtle on the side raises its head. Everything is as it used to be. The golden sunlight flows and falls, reflecting a brilliant piece on the rolling sea of ​​clouds. It is warm and peaceful, no matter how complicated the mood is. When you come here, you will only feel empty and peaceful.

It's just that the black-haired Taoist has disappeared, and the green-clothed scribe has disappeared.

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned.

teacher!

In an instant, he took a step forward and already covered a distance of more than ten feet, and the sleeve robe was shaken open, showing the horror and tyranny of this resident true cultivator in the world, but the sea of ​​clouds in front of him has slowly rolled up, and the bamboo pole is casually placed on the side, It seems that the fisherman who fished for thousands of years was just going down the mountain for a walk, but Zhang Sanfeng could no longer find his teacher.

Even if it is said that the teacher has occasionally gone down the mountain before, and even went to this mountain for dozens of years.

Youzai Youzai.

The former little Taoist came back when his hair was gray, and his face was the same as before, but it was different from this time. In the past, Zhang Sanfeng could still feel the existence of the teacher in his heart, and knew that the teacher would eventually come back. Will return, not a complete departure.

But this time, there is no trace of it in the Dao Heart that reflects everything in its clarity and emptiness.

It was as if there had never been such a person in this world.

The teacher is really gone.

The old Taoist looked melancholy.

Even though he is over a hundred years old, has profound morals, and is already a character like a land fairy in the legends of the world, Zhang Sanfeng still feels a sense of emptiness in his heart at this moment. In the past, no matter where he traveled , I always know that there is a home in the world.

But now, although the world is vast, standing on this mountain, there is a feeling of bleakness with nowhere to go.

Black swam down from the old pine tree. When swimming, the scales opened and closed, clanging like gold and iron. The body without temperature, like steel, rubbed against Zhang Sanfeng's Taoist robe, as if comforting, and the old turtle had already come to the side.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed with emotion, and stretched out his hands to press these two earth-shattering strange beasts.

He spoke softly, but whispered and sighed sadly: The teacher has gone, and the disciple has also left.

Now on this mountain, the only ones who can accompany me are the two of you.

The two strange beasts roared softly.

The snake swam away suddenly, and when it came back again, it had already bitten something in its mouth. Zhang Sanfeng was stunned, and stretched out his hand to take it. It turned out to be two letters, one of which was sealed, with a gentle and peaceful brushstroke on it. There is a line written.

My Wife Jue Kissing

The strokes are gentle and calm, and there is no sharpness in the beginning and end, but if you look closely, you can feel that there seems to be endless sharpness contained here, as if every stroke is a sword light, which faintly contains With a top-notch swordsmanship inheritance!

Zhang Sanfeng felt emotional in his heart, looked away, and muttered to himself.

This is... a letter from the teacher?

Has the teacher already married? Why have you never seen your teacher's wife for more than a hundred years?

Puzzled in my heart, I immediately thought that my teacher sat on the top of the mountain and watched the changes in the world for a hundred years, but his face did not change at all, but his aura became deeper and deeper. Coupled with the two strange beasts beside him, he might be like a fairy. God-like characters, all kinds of mysteries are naturally not understood by themselves.

The other letter was addressed to him.

Immediately took the letter paper and unfolded it, Zhang Sanfeng was stunned by the first line of text.

Immediately couldn't help laughing wryly.

This turned out to be clearly stated. He was asked to go to Qingqiu State Middle School, the realm of Tushan, the wife of King Yu's wife in the legend, and hand over another letter in his hand with his wife's letter. Even the time, what year, month and day are written clearly.

But, but that was seven hundred years later.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed, and said: The teacher is like a celestial being living in the world. Seven hundred years of cold and heat are nothing to him, but I am not. After seven hundred years, I may no longer be in this world... ...

After much deliberation, he had no choice but to decide to reopen his own lineage.

Cultivate enough disciples to ensure that after seven hundred years, the order will continue and the teacher's entrustment will be fulfilled.

Immediately continue to look at this letter.

There were a lot of requirements written in it, all of which the Taoist in black hoped Zhang Sanfeng could help solve. Going to Tushan to deliver the letter was just one of them, but it was put at the front because it was the most important key.

Zhang Sanfeng lowered his eyes and murmured to himself one by one the commissions on the letterhead.

And at the foot of the mountain, in a city that is more than a thousand miles away from this place.

A young man wearing a green shirt and a wooden hairpin with a refined temperament walked forward blankly. Even in the troubled times, this place is already an extremely rare and prosperous place, but even in such a place, it is still the same. It is a little more gray and decadent. When people come and go, their steps are hurried, and their expressions are also sad.

I don't know what to do tomorrow, I don't know where I will be tomorrow, and even, I don't know if tomorrow is still alive, but it is just passing by in a hurry, like a walking corpse in the torrent of the world, and the man in the blue shirt is standing in this crowd Among them, it was incomparably at a loss.

He stopped the people on the side of the road and asked where is this place?

But for the answer he heard, he was at a loss, didn't know, and had no solution.

He stretched out his hand, only to feel that the countless memories in his mind were churning and rolling, sometimes it was Datang, he was a ranger, holding a sharp sword in his right hand, walking around the world, and together with a monk, using his feet as a horse's waist and hips as a saddle , traveling hundreds of thousands of miles in the world, Jian Qi Wushuang for a hundred years, sometimes in troubled times, in front of him is a smiling young Taoist, stretching out his hand to pull himself out of the quagmire...

One by one, one by one!

Countless pictures, countless times of walking side by side with contemporary heroes in the past!

These are incomparable and precious memories that will never be forgotten in anyone's life. At this time, they appeared in his mind like crazy, rushing against each other, competing with each other, wanting to It has the upper hand in memory, if these memories appear one by one in order, it is still nothing, or in other words, if there is a strong spiritual will to suppress it, they can all be understood.

But at this moment, the huge consciousness originally in this reincarnated body has left.

The memories left in this physical body revived again.

This is Wei Yuan's Song Shi body. Wei Yuan's soul fell into a dream and left naturally. However, this body hundreds of years ago should have died, but because of the chance of these hundreds of years, although he was born in Song Shi, he died in Yuan The chaos of the end is still immortal, in a state of immortality and immortality, unless the number of days is up, it will not fall.

But despite this, the countless memory collisions also made him fall into the chaos where it was difficult to distinguish who he was.

who I am!

Who is me again!

Crash!

The rain fell from the sky, washing down the countless dust between the sky and the earth. Countless people were in a hurry, either holding umbrellas, or covering their heads with clothes or other things in their hands, rushing into the rain curtain in a hurry, clattering Amidst the sound, the sky and the earth fell into a heavy rain, and the man in the blue shirt was originally bright and lively, if not ordinary, the clear aura gradually became turbid and returned to an ordinary person.

Staggering, step by step, he walked into this troubled world.

This pouring rain turned the ground into dust and mud. Just like the general trend of the world, it was muddy in the rain. The Yuan Dynasty collapsed. Countless rebels attacked each other like dragons and snakes, and one of them fought Expel the barbarians and restore the title of China, sweeping the world.

The young man named [Zhu Yuanzhang] is not so reckless anymore.

That is to say, the emperor was located in Yingtianfu, and the country name was Daming.

Year name, Hong Wu!

In the same year, Dadu was broken and the Yuan Dynasty was destroyed!

After that, the emperor wanted to find Zhang Sanfeng more than once, but throughout his life, he never saw the teacher he missed the most. On this mountain, the Taoist temple that has been blown by wind and rain, and the dilapidated statue of Sanqing, with a miserable face, turned around and walked out step by step.

Teacher...you still don't want to see me.

He lost interest, and after sealing this Taoist temple again and again, he returned to heaven from the south of the Yangtze River.

The emperor's chariot drove through the fog in the south of the Yangtze River.

The sound of horseshoes ticking, echoing in the quiet alleys and bluestone slabs of Jiangnan Road, an unknown number of people came out, looking at the legendary Hongwu Emperor who reshaped China, Shenzhou Yanhuang has been called lonely since ancient times Those who don't know how many people are called great emperors are rare.

And in a medical clinic, a doctor who was over half a century old was angrily taking out a cane, and smacking a handsome young man on the buttocks, making him scream. She loves her, but she never expected that this brat would not want to inherit his family's ancestral business.

What kind of monk do you want to be if you don't want this huge medical clinic? !

That's not to make his family die!

The more the old doctor thought about it, the angrier he became, and he said angrily, Say, do you know you made a mistake, do you know you made a mistake!

The little boy was very stubborn, and contradicted: Where did I go wrong?!

What's the use of being a doctor! A doctor as good as Mr. Yuan can't cure himself now.

It's better to be a monk!

The doctor who was over fifty that year became furious and said, Yao Guangxiao!!!

He became anxious, and when he waved the cane in his hand, gusts of wind came out, hitting the boy's buttocks with crackling sounds, almost like setting off firecrackers during the New Year's Eve, the boy was beaten by his father. Stir-fried shredded pork with a leather whip was beaten until he cried and cried, but he clung to his target and refused to let go.

When he was young, he limped out clutching his buttocks.

This spring day Jiangnan is the most hazy. On the steps in front, one can see a man in a gray shirt flipping through a book and suddenly raises his eyes.

His eyes are gentle, looking at the misty rain in front of him, he doesn't know what he is thinking.

It's Mr. Yuan.

A man who is kind to his family and has superb medical skills stays here. His medical skills are as good as the essence of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, but he can't always remember who he is. It is extraordinary and refined, elegant and extraordinary,

It would be even better if it wasn't for holding some melon seeds in your hand.

Mr. Yuen seems to like eating.

The young Yao Guangxiao was thinking, and limped over, looking at Mr. Yuan who couldn't remember the past but looked like a fairy, and was silent for a while, Mr. Yuan stretched out his hand, with melon seeds in it, and said with a smile: Come, eat. point?

The boy took it, looked at the misty rain outside, and muttered: It's raining a lot.

Um.

I heard that Master Hongwu has come to Jiangnan.

Um.

He recreated Chinese clothes. It is said that before I was born, people didn't wear our Chinese clothes anymore. Lord Hong Wu forcibly reversed it. Mr. Yuan, you should have experienced those things, remember?

Can not remember.

What about the troubled times back then?

I don't remember either.

The young man was short-tempered, fell silent for a while, and said: No, no matter what, um, I heard that becoming an eminent monk can awaken people's past wisdom. When I do, I will help you remember it.

Um.

The boy suddenly became annoyed, and said: I know that, so can't I make some promises?!

Mr. Yuan, can't you accept me as an apprentice?

He asked many times, each time was disappointed.

This time, the gray-robed gentleman actually agreed.

sure.

Hey hey?

Yao Guangxiao froze for a moment.

Mr. Yuan was about to answer, but for some reason, a deep feeling emerged

After a pause, he smiled naturally:

However, I have to wait for a while, and I will definitely accept you as an apprentice in the future.

Never regret it.

Okay!

When the young man was jumping for joy, he didn't realize at all that it might be a long, long time after what Mr. said, and the young man in gray robe smiled slightly, and a sparrow landed on the scroll lightly. The young man lowered his eyes, his temperament Gentle and peaceful.

Then, regardless of the surprised expression of the boy over there, he patted the hem of his clothes and stood up.

Huh? Mr. Yuan, where are you going?

The gray-robed youth got up, smiled and joked, The rain is about to stop, I'm going to buy some melon seeds.

He got up and walked into the misty and hazy place, went to the familiar roasted goods shop, smelled the smell, even though he had no cooking experience, he found the most delicious part easily, and then held the warm Smile, let the store wrap it up for yourself.

The shopkeeper said with a smile: Mr. Yuan is here again, just wait a moment.

Wan'er, come get something for Mr. Yuan.

So inside the store, a girl with a beautiful face and a fine figure came out with a blushing face.

In the misty rain, the blushing face of a Jiangnan girl is better than ten thousand lines of gorgeous poetry.

On the avenue, the emperor's car drove by slowly. Zhu Yuanzhang was already old and murmured with his eyes closed: Teacher...disciple, I can no longer be as filial as before. The words I said became more and more pathetic.

Fu thought of what the patriarch said when he went down the mountain, and whispered to himself.

His year.

Or there will be a time to meet.

After all, we will never meet again...

He lowered his eyes.

I have never seen it, it is only in an alley on one side.

The young man in gray robe lowered his eyes with a smile, and walked away step by step, walking into the mist and mist.

Just like the black-haired Taoist on the top of the mountain back then.

Passed by, in the end, never saw.

And at the highest place of a Buddhist temple and pagoda on Jiangnan Road, Zhang Sanfeng looked down at the emperor's car driving away, and never saw the young man in the crowd. He just sighed in his heart, probably the last time he and the emperor would see each other.

One last look...

Back then, I watched him go down the mountain into the world.

Now watch him walk into the palace.

The fate of master and apprentice is over.

Zhang Sanfeng withdrew his gaze, stretched out his hand and took out the letterhead left by the teacher from his bosom, most of which had been completed, only a few things remained, he looked down and saw the last line, and read softly:

After six hundred and eighty-three years.

Let's go to the corner of the seventh house in the entrance alley of Quanzhou Old Street. When you look up, you can see the place surrounded by flowers and trees.

Open a folk museum.

PS: The second update today...

This exchange between Wei Yuan and Yao Guangxiao, that is, Dao Yan, has already been mentioned in Chapter 479.

This time it can be regarded as echoing back and forth, completing the origin of Mingyuan.