Museum of Demons

What I saw in front of me has begun to become blurred, and my vision is constantly becoming darker. I can hear the low exclamation of pedestrians, the sound of footsteps retreating in panic, the sound of car horns, and screams. Zhou Zichang finally Unable to support his body, he fell to the ground.

He was gasping for breath.

The pedestrians around him surrounded him. Someone recognized him and saw that he was covered in blood. He quickly took out his mobile phone and said:

It's Dr. Zhou? What's wrong with you?

Quickly call the police and call an ambulance!

Zhou Zichang heard the ambulance in a daze, his spirit suddenly cheered up, and he struggled.

No, the doctor cannot come.

He is a doctor himself.

So he knew very well what would happen if a special case like his was discovered, because if it were him, he would do the same thing, he staggered to his feet, and the elixir still supported his strength , let him knock over the pedestrians, run fast, and then turn into the alley.

The obsession with immortality was finally not worth the pain caused by the elixir.

Zhou Zichang staggered to the ground, coughing violently.

His vision was blurred, and he vaguely saw a tall man walking out in front of him. The latter was wearing a gray monk's robe, with no grass growing on his head, with a dignified and kind expression, as if surprised, with one hand on his chest, saying Amitabha.

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In the laneway.

The young monk found Zhou Zichang in a white coat, and keenly realized that the latter was actually dead. Although Zhou Zichang was covered in blood and looked grim, he still squatted down and stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Zichang's palm, which was generous. Warm, comforting in a low voice:

Amitabha……

Almsgiver, life is over, death is coming, don't be obsessed, let go and you will be free.

The young monk had a compassionate face, chanted the mantra of passing away, and used Buddhism to overcome the obsession and pain of death. He held Zhou Zichang in his palm all the time, so that the fear, unwillingness and fear in the latter's heart gradually dissipated, and only the last one was left. Pure emotion.

But for him, the purest emotion is the obsession with immortality.

Zhou Zichang felt the warm breath from the monk's arm.

The elixir was mobilizing his qi and blood, telling him that the blood under this arm was pregnant with powerful and pure power, which could enable him to overcome the current difficulties. Zhou Zichang slowly accumulated his body's strength, and then took advantage of the monk's inattention, violently turned over.

Zhou Zichang held the monk's arm with both hands, opened his mouth, and bit down on it.

His teeth did not know when they showed a sharp state.

Tore the clothes and touched the monk's skin.

Then, accompanied by the sound like biting granite, and the whole soreness of his teeth, the crazy Zhou Zichang had to stop. He looked at that arm blankly, and found that the muscles on it were strong, and he saw the muscles bulging exaggeratedly. rises, and then emits a burst of golden light directly.

Because he took the Wuxian medicine, his bite force temporarily surpassed the limit of the human body, and he was completely unable to bite through the monk's skin. The monk seemed to finally realize that something was wrong, and lowered his head, and Zhou Zichang also looked up subconsciously.

Zhou Zichang: ...

Monk: ...

The monk was silent, hesitated to sort out his words, and said sincerely: The benefactor...

Looking at you, you should also be a civilized person. Death is not terrible, at least you must uphold dignity.

You have to do your best when you are alive, and you have to be peaceful enough and decent enough to leave.

Please let go.

Zhou Zichang didn't care about it, biting wildly.

The monk said: ...Benefactor, please loosen your teeth, and the poor monk will finish reciting the mantra for you.

It's really rude of you to do that.

Zhou Zichang's eyes were red, almost possessed by demons.

Amitabha……

Six roots, clean!!!

With a sudden loud shout, the monk's muscles twitched, and the sound of Shen Su's dharma name sounded. Zhou Zichang felt the pain hit him, his mouth full of teeth was burst by the big golden arm, and then a powerful, thick palm fell from the sky, Grabbed Zhou Zichang's hair.

Twist your body and use your strength.

Like a primordial mammoth raging.

The power was so great that it dragged Zhou Zichang, who was in this state, staggering to the side.

Then another palm pressed Zhou Zichang's crazy cheek, pressing him against the wall.

With a sudden pull.

His face rubbed directly against the wall, creating a gully.

The monk whose clothes were rotting off one arm hit him heavily on the ground. Zhou Zichang was dazed, lost his ability to move, and broke free from that insane state. The monk clasped his hands, solemn and mighty, lowered his eyes and whispered, saying:

Amitabha……

When Wei Yuan arrived, he saw Zhou Zichang, who had lost his mobility, lying on the ground, no longer struggling, no longer crazy, lying on the ground peacefully and decently, his eyes were dull, he was vomiting blood while muttering something, he was wearing a monk's robe The young man sat cross-legged on the ground, put his hands together, and recited the mantra of passing away.

The monk noticed Wei Yuan who had rushed over, his thoughts froze, and he explained stiffly:

Amitabha, the situation of this benefactor is not caused by the poor monk.

When I found him, he was already dead.

Wei Yuan looked at the wall next to him, at the huge scratches left on the masonry, and finally at the blood splattered on the monk's face, falling into deep thought.

The monk was silent for a while, and said:

This benefactor took the initiative to attack the poor monk.

I'm just trying to calm him down...

Wei Yuan looked at the monk who was shaking his arms because of excitement, felt the strong wind blowing his face, and silently took a step back.

Then Zhou Zichang, who was in a special state, did not cast a spell to help him. The latter is still alive at the moment, and this kind of person should be handed over to the special operations team for those professionals to deal with. The danger of the salty medicine made the latter keep vigilant.

Wei Yuan comforted the monk, and then called the members of the special operations team.

Soon this block was blocked, and then some specialized personnel arrived here. First, they were stunned by the damaged part of the wall. Looking at the mess on the ground, they fell silent until they would not be caught. The monk who calmed down scratched his head in embarrassment, but did not His hair was so scratchy, he put his hands together and bowed again and again:

The poor monk did not do well in this matter.

I will specifically ask the people here to apologize, and then compensate for the loss.

Due to special circumstances, both Wei Yuan and the tall monk returned to the office where the special operations team was located, and made notes. It took more than an hour to come out. The monk took out a wad of banknotes from the old backpack that was slung across his shoulders. Count them one by one, and put them all on the table.

After thinking about it, he took out a piece of money and apologized:

The poor monk still has to eat these days.

Then he clasped his hands together, bowed apologetically, and walked out the door.

The amount of money was quite large and it was neatly folded. Wei Yuan was slightly surprised and asked:

...You got this by alms?

The amount is not small.

The monk was surprised, and then replied: No, it was earned by working.

Wei Yuan was stunned, and said, Part-time job?

He said:

Didn't it mean that monks need to understand Buddhism and help sentient beings, so they don't need to work?

The monk answered honestly:

Saving sentient beings?

...If you don't work, you will starve to death. If you go to heaven together, who will you save?

Besides, there is no saying that poor monks don't need to work. Several patriarchs used to be ferrymen, some were lame doctors, and some patriarchs once said that if they don't work for a day, they can't eat for a day. Knock on the bag and rush out the door.

Besides, the poor monk still has some energy, so he can go to the construction site to do odd jobs, and he will take care of the food there.

Wei Yuan was surprised, thought for a while, and said:

You want to get rid of Zhou Ziming's grievances, and even cost yourself all the money, don't you regret it?

The monk shook his head and said, It is not reconcilable to see the dead.

If you hurt a good family, you should pay for it.

Benefactor, these are clearly two things, how can they be generalized?

Wei Yuan was somewhat interested in this monk, and said:

Then you don't practice well, why do you come here?

The monk replied seriously, saying:

The poor monk Yuanjue came here only to subdue the Buddha's enemies.

Wei Yuan's thoughts froze slightly. He recalled that with the help of Wuzhi Qi's power, he had struck the Buddhist holy land from afar, smashed the ancient Buddhist statue, and at the end the monks whispered in panic, the word Buddha's enemy, and looked at him again. In front of him was a monk who was at least 2.3 meters tall, with muscles all over his body, but was sincere and down-to-earth.

Wei Yuan was silent for a while, and asked, What are you going to do to catch the Buddha's enemy?

Buddha's enemies are also living beings.

Of course it is to shave him, and then catch him back to the mountains and teach him to practice Zen and study the Dharma every day. When he is fully enlightened one day, he will be able to inherit the mantle of my lineage.

As Yuanjue was talking, he couldn't help being lost in thought. He withdrew his thoughts and said:

Benefactor, have you ever met Buddha's Enemy?

Wei Yuan looked gentle, shook his head and said:

Buddha's enemy? What is that?

I do not know……

PS: Today's first update... the number of words is slightly less, 2,700 words~

Thanks to the lord of Huo Shuishui, thank you very much.