Museum of Demons

Now that the Nine-section Staff had been repaired, everyone did not continue to stay in the capital, but left the capital on the second day in two routes, false and real, and then went to Tianshi Mansion through two routes, one true and one false, one real and one false, And beyond Wei Yuan's expectations, it was the old man of the Lin family, Lin Shouyi, who followed them along the way.

He even carried a treasure box sealed with a nine-stalk staff, on which there were still patterns enough to seal the breath.

After Wei Yuan was surprised, he thought for a while, and also wanted to understand the reason why the other party did this.

The reality is false, and the false is real. The opposite Taipingdao is not a fool. He must have guessed the reason for the division of troops into two groups. He can understand that the Tianshi Mansion is completely using one side as a bait, while the other side is hiding in secret. In this case, the opponent It can only be divided into two groups, but there is a greater probability that the hidden route will be the main target.

It will lead most of the main force to surround it.

And when some of the main forces of Taipingdao were attracted to the side that sneaked away secretly.

You will find that your hard work has been in vain.

These old Taoist priests are old foxes who play tricks.

Wei Yuan rubbed the center of his brows, didn't care about this matter, closed his eyes and meditated, because the change of clothes in the capital was prepared by the Taoist sect. He is now wearing a black jacket with buttons from the Song Dynasty, the cuffs are a little wider, and the shoes on his feet are not. It is a combat boot with stronger grip.

The violin case was untied and placed beside him, with a black fingerless glove on his right hand.

Lin Li stared at Wei Yuan from the rearview mirror, with strange curiosity in his eyes.

What is this guy's identity? Even the old man calls him the owner of the museum.

But it's not easy to talk about it. Even if she did, she guessed that her grandfather would not tell her. Lin Li could only look away a little depressed. Guangzong City is not far from the capital. In order to avoid possible encounters and harm the innocent, Everyone still chose a more secluded and remote route.

Only this car roared forward on the road.

After driving for a while, the old man suddenly sensed something was wrong, frowned slightly, and raised his hand to make the driver stop.

Lin Li asked curiously.

Lin Shouyi replied slowly: There is something wrong with the Qi around here, and there may be a trap ahead.

trap?

Of course, those guys in Taipingdao will not let it go so easily.

What's more, this is Guangzong.

Lin Shouyi's tone turned cold, but he was concerned that Wei Yuan next to him might have something to do with Taiping Dao, so he didn't say the name of the evil cultivator. Everyone got out of the car, being cautious. Wei Yuan opened his eyes and followed him. The surrounding environment looked ordinary , nothing special, there is a small river flowing beside it.

Wei Yuan stared at the river that was no longer rushing, and remained silent.

Although Lin Shouyi was vigilant at first, he was not overly worried. He had obtained the true inheritance of the Qing sect in his entire body, and he took a talisman with the intention of surveying the degree of danger here, but that talisman burned quickly before his eyes , turned into ashes.

The old man's expression slowly froze.

Wei Yuan looked at the river flowing gently beside him, and after a long time, he said, This is Guangzong.

It's the place where the Yellow Turban Army fought their last battle. Since the opponent made a move here, they would definitely choose to prepare in advance and make the best use of the geographical advantage. If not, they would be too sorry for their name of Taipingdao.

Lin Shouyi seemed to remember something, his complexion changed slightly, he looked at Wei Yuan, and said:

Master Wei, what do you mean...

Wei Yuan untied the sword case, put it on the ground next to it, pressed his palm on the sword case, and said, Not bad.

This is the end of the ancient Yellow Turban and the end of the Taiping Road.

A total of 100,000 people died in battle here and there.

A hundred thousand people?!

Lin Li exclaimed in a low voice, and immediately as cultivators, the complexions of several people changed instantly.

This place is the place where the Yellow Turban Army died in battle. For the monks of Taiping Dao, this is almost the absolute home ground. It's terrible.

Lin Shouyi immediately cast the spell, sprinkled a talisman one after another, raised the Sanshanjue in his hand, and pressed it to the ground.

It is the altar of heaven and earth that Wei Yuan once used in Wei Mingzong. Lin Shouyi is a direct descendant of the Shangqing sect. This kind of auxiliary altar with talismans and talismans is not difficult for him at all. His consciousness and spirituality have improved. Gao, and then followed the traces of dark energy.

I saw monks wearing Taoist robes in a hidden place, I saw them breaking the ground and forming an altar, I saw a series of talismans scattered there, I saw people with profound Taoism standing on the altar, and even watched There is an ancient yellow talisman hanging in the air.

The person who opened the altar swept his eyes and cut the sword in his hand.

Lin Shouyi snorted and took half a step back.

His eyesight slowly returned to normal. When he saw Lin Li helping him, several people around him were worried. The old man recalled the scene he had just seen, his expression changed slightly, and he said slowly: The monks of Taiping Dao did start preparing early. They Opened the altar.

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It was discovered.

In the hidden place, the Taiping Dao cultivator who swung his sword and cut off the peeping frown, immediately ignored it, and signaled to the rest of the disciples to continue casting spells to open the altar. They knew the possible route of the Tianshi Mansion in advance, and held it here in advance The ritual of offering sacrifices and opening the altar.

The purpose is to take advantage of the little evil spirit and obsession left in Guangzong to win all the people in the future.

Even though it has been a long time since that great war.

However, a total of 100,000 people died, and there was even a generation of celestial masters among them. More than 50,000 people were driven into the water and died. The flowing water is actually a kind of evil, and there is no evil spirit in this kind of place. It can only represent the resentment that has been surpassed.

But the obsession with evil spirit is like the scars left by the battle, which cannot be completely hidden.

With the help of complicated ceremonies and the talismans handed down from generation to generation since the Taiping Dao Yellow Turban Army period, it is enough to connect with the obsessions left by these souls, and a grand altar composed of more than 500 people made them appear in the world for a short time .

They started preparations for the altar long after their last failure.

For a full seven days, he responded to the Seven Stars, and then stopped briefly at a final key node.

Then the altar was moved to Guangzong to complete the last step.

This will affect the final effectiveness of the altar, but it will not lead to failure. Compared with the simple altar formed in a short period of time, it is obvious that this kind of ceremony that requires a long time and large-scale preparation can exert a greater effect.

The person presiding over the altar holds a thunderbolt peach wood sword, apricot-yellow gossip cassock, a yellow scarf, and a magic weapon. There are thirty-six bright lights around to represent the thirty-six marshals. The talismans, together with the five hundred Taiping monks who prayed before, are already the most top-notch configuration except for the thousand people.

Even so, he still felt strenuous.

The years are too long.

It is difficult to let those ancient Yellow Turban obsessions respond to themselves.

In the end, he clapped the magic weapon heavily, and finally, the soul of Taipingdao slowly appeared indistinctly.

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After Lin Shouyi said that the other party had prepared the altar for the altar ceremony, everyone's thoughts froze for a moment, and then subconsciously prepared to withdraw from the area of ​​Guangzong City and avoid the influence of the ceremony, but in this world, the altar in the distance There is a faint air machine directly locked here.

Obviously, once they retreat, they will inevitably be attacked.

That is equivalent to showing people with their stomachs and backs.

For a while, everyone didn't have a good way to deal with it. Lin Shouyi was silent for a while, and looked at Wei Yuan. He always felt that since the latter knew that this was the place where the Yellow Turban Army fought, he took the initiative to come here, so it shouldn't be a trap. After thinking for a while, he said slowly: Master Wei, is there anything you can do?

He found that the museum owner, who had been calm before, was often distracted when he came here.

When everyone looked over, Wei Yuan seemed to come back to his senses, and replied:

I do have a way to deal with it.

Since the other party opened the altar ceremony, we can naturally do the same.

Lin Shouyi was slightly startled, and immediately understood the meaning of these words, and looked at Wei Yuan with a slightly surprised expression.

The two sides opened the altar, is this a fight?

However, Lin Li and the others suddenly remembered that Wei Yuan had said before that he also knew a little bit of Taiping Taoism, and then suddenly realized in his heart that the structure of this place is beneficial to the Taiping Taoism, but it is aimed at Taiping Taoism, not human beings. .

Wei Yuan's voice paused, looked at Lin Shouyi, and said again:

However, please, old man, lend me the nine-stalk staff.

Lin Shouyi pondered for a while, took out the sealed nine-section stick, and handed it to Wei Yuan.

A pair of eyes fixed on him, when he saw that Wei Yuan stretched out his hand to hold the nine-section staff, but the secret text on the nine-section staff did not light up, there was no scorching breath, and Wei Yuan never felt it like he did before. When he was in pain, the old man's pupils shrank slightly, and then quickly returned to normal.

Wei Yuan holds a nine-stalk stick.

Lin Li hurriedly asked, Master Wei, what preparations do you need for the opening of the altar?

He Yangwen of the Divine Xiaozong has dug out a lot of materials for opening the altar from the carriage.

Bagua plate, sandalwood, yellow talisman, etc., with a look of regret, said:

I only carry these materials with me, I'm afraid they can't be compared with those used by Taipingdao.

Zhao Jianbai also had some headaches. With only a few people, there is no way to say whether this method of making a wedding ceremony will be successful. What's more, it is always at a disadvantage when people are unintentional versus intentional. After thinking about it, he felt a little uneasy after all, and asked: Master Wei, is there any talisman related to the Yellow Turban?

The Yellow Turban Taiping Dao is not quite the same as my Talisman Sect. After all, it has been in decline for a thousand years.

What's more, this kind of ancient land, if you want to connect with the obsession of the remnant souls here, I'm afraid you need something related to their existence, such as the talismans they left behind, the magic tools used, etc. If there are no such objects , I am afraid that the difficulty of the altar will increase significantly.

Wei Yuan replied, Thank you for your concern.

He looked at his palm and said softly:

As for the things of fate.

Probably... there is.

Immediately, under the gaze of everyone, he took a step forward with a nine-jointed stick in his hand. He could already feel the hidden obsession. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not good for him to say nothing. After a long silence, Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly. Lian, said:

The sky is dead.

Huang Tian should stand...

The nine-stalk stick in his hand lightly touched the ground.

In another place, the people of Taipingdao were hiding in a hidden place. Seeing this scene with the help of modern optical equipment, they laughed secretly. There was no altar, no practice of offering sacrifices, and there were no remnants of ancient talismans and ancient remnant souls. Fate, still want to recruit the power that has been away for two thousand years?

It's a ghost to be able to mobilize power like this...

clatter——

The sound of the shirt shaking, or the sound of the battle flag shaking.

? ? !

The Taipingdao monk's voice stopped suddenly.

They froze, staring at the front with wide eyes, the scenery that could not appear in reality.

The bloody smell on the sword, accompanied by the hot wind and sand, appeared in this modern remote place, occupying the original road. Immediately afterwards, there were cyan bricks and raised battle flags, and an entire ancient city rose from the ground.

This is a ghost domain, but it is not a ghost domain. This is not a world created by a ghost king and separated from the human world, but a dream and memory shared by tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people. The person presiding over the altar suddenly screamed, his face was pale, blood spurted from his mouth, and he fell straight to the ground.

The soul of the Yellow Turban Army recruited through all the hard work disappeared in this instant.

Then ran to that city.

The ancient talismans ignited spontaneously, and with the sound of clicking, the altar, which took a lot of effort to create, collapsed in an instant.

The Taoist was supported by the crowd, clutching his chest, he couldn't believe it, why did the other party just say a word to the dharma altar built by himself and others with the largest specifications, and then go back there directly? He staggered and stood still, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but couldn't find a reason, and finally his eyes were frantic, and said:

It must be the effect of the nine-stalk stick.

That's a real treasure!

And Wei Yuan looked at the gathered figures, and saw that their faces were either familiar, or even a little strange to him, but they all appeared here without hesitation, standing in front of him, they were wearing ragged clothes, They hold worn-out weapons and wear yellow scarves on their foreheads.

They have passed away for a full two thousand years.

But when he held the nine-stalk stick, when he shouted out the previous agreement again.

So they crossed death once again, gathered under the banner of the yellow scarf without hesitation again, their eyes were persistent and unwilling, and there was a trace of tenderness.

Do I need to wait?

Do we still need our strength?

Even if it's dead, if you want it, take it.

Wei Yuan held the nine-segment staff, raised it lightly, then fell silent for a long time, and finished his previous words softly: The age is Jiazi...

He didn't say another word.

Because at the next moment, with the remaining obsession of a hundred thousand yellow scarves, both men and women took a step forward.

The sound of heavy footsteps sounded.

Then, there was a life-and-death struggle, the initial obsession turned into a boundless roar, and turned into a dissatisfaction and roar against the sky high above, and they responded as if the words had been engraved in the memory of their souls.

Happy world!

Lin Shouyi's eyes widened, his body trembling faintly.

He saw a hundred thousand yellow scarves standing in front of them. They had already died, but the remaining ones were unwilling to stay here. They raised their heads. Their expressions were so angry and unwilling, but they were only dressed in rags. The clothes, roaring and roaring, come from the sorrow of the past, so they are more generous and tragic.

If you use the power of the ten thousand remnant souls' obsession, it will be enough to open up a new orthodoxy in this era.

He looked at the museum owner.

I saw that it was no longer a young man with short hair and wearing a jacket imitating Song Dynasty, wearing combat boots.

In the dream of gathering millions of people, that is a healthy teenager.

He was wearing a clean priestly robe made of linen, with long black hair hanging down his back, and he was holding a nine-segment staff.

Wei Yuan took a deep breath, looked at the Yellow Turbans who were waiting for orders in front of them, and looked at them, gently touching the ground with the nine-section stick in his hand, and walked forward step by step, reciting the low daozang softly in his mouth.

Lin Shouyi was stunned when he heard the Daozang script, because this is not a method of fighting, it is a method of supersalting that has been lost in this era, and it came from the Ministry of Taiping, and immediately thought of the record of the nine-section stick——

The most precious treasure of Taoism can not only summon gods and impeach ghosts, but also deal with the affairs of nine people and nine qi, can control all things in the world, and can save people to attain the Tao.

This is Taiping soul guide.

The young Taoist looked gentle and serene, and walked forward step by step, looking at those familiar people, speaking authentically one by one.

No one will starve to death.

You can eat noodles, you can eat meat, you can eat whatever you want.

So... There will no longer be people who starved to death without food like at that time.

Some wear, and the clothes should also be gorgeous.

Malt is really sweet.

He raised his head and looked at those familiar faces with a quiet expression.

We fight side by side, we live and die together.

Then how can I not let you rest in peace after death.

How can you let your last obsessions be fighting?

Don't worry, this time, just leave it to A Yuan.

The young Taoist held the nine-section stick in one hand, and said softly:

Don't you, don't read.

Yongan...

You don't have to worry about me, and you don't have to protect me, I will be fine.

I'm tired of being persistent for two thousand years, so let's take a good rest.

The young Taoist in a sackcloth priestly robe stood quietly in this quaint city. He walked here again, passed the stone road that ticked when it rained, and passed the earthen pot where the porridge was cooked. Knowing how many generations of Taiping Dao monks used their power to disturb the peace, the expression on the face of the Yellow Turban Army gradually softened, and began to slowly dissipate, and finally turned into a faint light dust.

The obsessions of more than one hundred thousand souls dissipated and returned to Daqian.

This is the resentment and worry that cannot be completely eliminated by the Daoist ritual practice in the past dynasties.

It was as if the vast starry sky had fallen on the earth.

People's persistence and courage to resist are as dazzling as the stars.

The young Taoist stood in the scattered light with a quiet and lonely expression.

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In the end, there was another figure that never left.

It was a man wearing broken armor and holding a weapon. Even Taiping Soul Yin had never let him let go of his attachment. His temples had white hair, and there were strips of yellow scarves on his arms. Staring at the young Taoist in front, Wei Yuan quietly looked at the familiar but unfamiliar face.

This is the residual obsession, not conscious, but the strong obsession of the war spirit.

Wei Yuan raised his head.

The obsession of the soul of war slowly lowered his head, stared at him, and then, Liu Niu, who should have been pure obsession, seemed to recognize the child who used to sit on his shoulder after two thousand years, and said slowly:

A Yuan...

You, escaped?

Wei Yuan's mood was shaken. His rationality still knew that it was not Liu Niu, but the latter's remaining obsession and unwillingness. Even so, he still nodded in response:

Um.

The war spirit murmured, and then smiled:

So, how are you doing...

Wei Yuan had a sore nose.

This is the second thing Liu Niu can't let go of.

In the distance, Lin Shouyi and Lin Li, who had never stepped into the Yellow Turban obsession, and the Taoist Taiping in the distance opened their mouths when they saw the obviously unpredictable museum, and their peaceful faces revealed He smiled brightly like a child, and he nodded emphatically with tears streaming down his face, even though he was smiling.

Um!

That's it...

A big hand rubbed the top of his head heavily, and the battle spirit who had been obsessed with this place for two thousand years murmured contentedly. Very good……

The familiar figure was no longer in front of Wei Yuan's eyes.

Satisfied, the yellow scarf disappeared, leaving only the yellow scarf on his forehead. For some reason, it continued to exist through the long years and fell down. The young Taoist stretched out his hand and took the blood-stained yellow scarf.

Then, he tied the yellow scarf that had been flying on Liu Niu's forehead tightly around his arm.

Just like what that man did two thousand years ago.

clatter——

The yellow scarf rises with the wind like fire.

Even if the domain transformed by the obsession of many Yellow Turban soldiers has dissipated, it still exists.

The young Taoist master turned around and took a step forward. The linen Taoist robe was transformed into modern clothes. His brows were peaceful and his eyes were fierce. At that moment, he raised the magic weapon in his hand, and the last realm poured into Jiujie like a flame. Rod, behind him there is no one, behind him there are millions.

Wei Yuan raised his eyes and stared at those Taiping Dao monks who hadn't dared to show up until now.

The young Taoist who was once protected by everyone stood at the front this time.

Alone, whispering in my heart——

Yellow Turban Army.

March.

PS: Today’s update, 5,800 words……… I will ask for leave for a larger chapter, and organize my thoughts~

Thank you for the 20,000 starting coins of the material sky, thank you~ Although it is possible to summon battle spirits to fight, it can also be very grand, but I think, as a comrade in arms, I will choose to let my comrades get the final peace...