Museum of Demons

Wei Yuan didn't say much, but looked at the Taipingdao monk who had turned into a medicine man with complicated eyes. The Taipingdao monks in this era have stepped into evil ways, but Zhang Hao said that this is the true biography, that is to say, it should be It is the kind that has received part of the real Taiping Essentials inheritance.

Rather than participating in the so-called Taiping Dao monks who participated in the quick evil method.

As for the behavior of bewitching ordinary people with sorcery, Wei Yuan doesn't know whether these so-called true teachings are known and whether they benefit from it, but he tends to know the inside story. Concentrating money and materials is to support monks who truly practice true teachings.

So now it is hard to say whether he is more angry with these monks than he is more angry because they were killed.

Even based on the actions of these Taiping Taoist monks before, it is possible that the person from Sakurajima was black and white. Wei Yuan was silent for a while, and then stretched out his hand to eject the mana, and opened the talisman chains that bound this Taoist. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened it, the Taoist roared like a wild beast.

Then he stepped forward suddenly, and started to attack indiscriminately without any sense of consciousness, with a fierce momentum and no fear of death. He pointed to the Taoist's palm like a sword, and it was just right to suppress the Daoist technique of peace that the latter wanted to display instinctively.

The Taoist still wanted to resist, Wei Yuan swung his sword finger horizontally and knocked, and the Taoist seemed to have been broken up, his face showed pain, and he staggered to his knees, right next to Wei Yuan who was sitting, As soon as he raised his head, Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and pressed his fingers against the center of his eyebrows, and he couldn't move anymore.

A series of actions were understated and without fireworks, but they easily suppressed this well-behaved Taoist.

Wei Yuan could tell that it must have been poisoned by poison and illusion at the same time.

He wanted to see if he could be rescued from this state.

His own mana is transmitted in an extremely efficient way, trying to break the illusion.

The Fusangshen of Sakurajima reversely traps the true spirit by affecting the memory and emotion of the subject, so Wei Yuan, as a bystander, saw what the young Taoist went through, and saw He lives peacefully with his mother, wife and children deep in his heart.

Seeing that he became young and was taken away by a tall man with a handsome face but thin lips, he began to practice.

Everyday hard work is done according to the most orthodox path. Daily morning and evening classes, praying to the patriarch, and then exhaling and practicing Qi, practicing boxing to cultivate the body, it seems that at least in the eyes of this Taoist, this period of time is peaceful and peaceful, and it is also very precious.

It is difficult to break this illusion that has formed an inner dilemma, and it can only be broken from the inside.

If it is broken from the outside, it is equivalent to smashing the true spirit of this Taoist into pieces.

After pondering for a while, Wei Yuan thought of a way.

Since it is an illusion that can only be broken from the inside.

Then he simply communicated with his own spirituality and mana, taking advantage of the opportunity of the young Taoist to offer incense to many ancestors in the morning class, and the faint connection between one of the tablets and his own true spirit, successfully reached the inside of this illusion, and then began to try from the inside. And the field breaks this illusion and confusion.

Zhang Hao and Zhu Hongmiao were staring at Wei Yuan. They knew how tricky the medicine man's state was. The monks who were good at this kind of spell in Quanshi in the Tianshi Mansion had tried it before, and they were not sure how to break the illusion without getting hurt. After a while, the Taoist was a true spirit, and when Wei Yuan pressed his fingers lightly, but didn't say anything, the Taoist who had almost turned into a medicine man twisted violently.

He suddenly opened his mouth and coughed out a big mouthful of blood, the black air on his face descended, but it was still there.

It's just that his eyes regained their spirits, as if he had just woken up from a long dream, swaying, and his mind was still in a state of bewilderment. He was suppressed and knelt down just now, but at this moment he no longer resisted, and just knelt and sat on the ground like that. , when he woke up, he took advantage of the situation to bow in Wei Yuan's direction, crying instinctively: Patriarch, Patriarch!!

? ? !

Zhang Hao's face changed slightly.

Wei Yuan glanced at Zhang Hao without any change in his expression, and said in a flat tone, succinctly:

Consciousness is still in the illusion.

I think I have identified the wrong person.

Zhang Hao nodded slowly, and said, So that's how it is...

He looked at the Taoist who was clutching Wei Yuan's cuff, and finally couldn't help turning his eyes. He saw the ancient objects on the wooden cabinet, and saw the nine-jointed staff whose appearance was recorded in the Tianxia Daotong Zhibao Qilu. , I just feel my scalp numb.

Wei Yuan's right hand still rested lightly on the Taoist's palm, to calm his mind.

The real age is probably in his thirties, but the youthful-looking Taoist is confused. At this moment, he is equivalent to waking up from a long slumber. What he said is the most obsessed in his heart. He just said in a panic and hurriedly:

Japanese pirates, Japanese pirates!

Taoist, he colluded with Japanese pirates...

Kill that Taoist master, he has hooked up with Japanese pirates and harmed Shenzhou, kill him, he is not worthy to be the Taoist master of my Ministry of Peace...

He was so emotional that he even allowed the poison he had suffered to attack his blood in reverse.

While kowtowing, he coughed up blood.

Zhang Hao couldn't bear it, took a step forward, reached out and pressed the Taoist's shoulder directly, using his own magic power to soothe the Taoist's turbulent blood at the moment, Zhu Hongmiao quickly searched for the antidote elixir, and gave it to the Taoist, but the poison entered his body Too deep, coupled with deep obsession, it even leads to agitation, the poison almost invades the soul, and the medicine stone is difficult to cure.

Zhu Hongmiao said abruptly: No, why did the antidote elixir make his injury worse?

Zhang Hao's complexion changed, and as soon as he probed the Taoist's breath, his complexion changed suddenly:

Damn it!

He slammed his palm on the table heavily, with an ugly face: That old thing, I'm afraid I've tried it more than once with his body. The toxins are accumulated together, and the antidote is useless. He is using the body of my Shenzhou cultivator. To do medicinal experiments, as long as the illusion is unraveled, the toxin will explode, and there is no way to save it.”

No, someone else can save him.

However, this world may not exist.

As far as Wei Yuan knew, only a young Taoist with a smile on his mouth could save this level of injury. He stretched out his hand, and the Taoist regained his sobriety and reason. The left hand still bowed down and said: Please patriarch, kill the Taoist master.

Wei Yuan looked at him and replied, It's a pity.

I am not your patriarch.

The Taoist's lips trembled. Zhang Hao and Zhu Hongmiao had already contacted the people at the Taoist gate. They could only hope that they could save him by sending him to a special hospital. When Zhang Hao rushed out, Wei Yuan hesitated He still leaned over slightly, and whispered something in that Taoist's ear.

The Taoist's eyes widened, and a bright color burst out from his eyes.

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand, originally intending to pat the Taoist on the shoulder, but after thinking about it, he pressed the top of his head and said:

Go, support and survive.

Zhang Hao drove the car over, Zhu Hongmiao rushed in, picked up the Taoist, and rushed to the car.

With one foot on the gas pedal, the car engine hummed, and it moved forward at a fast speed. Zhu Hongmiao tried to stabilize the aura of this Taoist with his meager knowledge, but the latter had experienced the long torment of poison and illusion. , Still slowly losing breath.

It's just that there is still a trace of brilliance in the eyes.

I am not your patriarch.

The voice just now was gentle:

after all……

According to seniority, you should call me the next heavenly master.

……………………

After Zhang Hao and others left.

Wei Yuan walked towards the quiet room, and raised his hand. The Nine-Joint Staff and Zhang Daoling's Fajian directly smashed through the transparent glass, appeared beside his hand, and slowly floated. Setting up the Dharma altar, looking for Qi, Wei Yuan just saw the appearance of the Taoist from the obsessive memory that trapped the Taoist, and knew that the latter treasured an ancient yellow scarf talisman.

If he didn't estimate the wrong time, that talisman might have something to do with him.

Wei Yuan held the nine-segment staff and breathed slowly, relying on this magic weapon to strengthen his own perception, he somehow felt the general direction of the existence of the talisman, and calculated with his fingers to avoid the possibility of harming innocent people, and then transformed into After following the Dharma altar for thousands of miles, he raised his hand again, and Zhang Daoling's Dharma sword appeared in the air.

The altar should be a symbol.

What does it mean? It is neither a yellow talisman nor an iron talisman, it is the decree of the gods.

The jade talisman emerged into the void.

Wei Yuan tapped with his fingers, and the newly added edict of the mountain god collapsed in an instant, and pointed out that it was contaminated with divine power, using the divine power as cinnabar, and using the magic sword as a yellow talisman, Wei Yuan wrote more than ten words on Zhang Daoling's magic sword in one breath. The talisman is not the gust of wind that he is good at, but the thunder that Zhang Jiao is good at.

Use thunder to kill evil and sycophants, behead ministers who are not.

With the last stroke, Wei Yuan's fingers were scorched black, and dense thunder marks appeared on the sword, emitting a blue-purple light.

Let the dharma sword float in the air, and lightning arcs burst out continuously.

Wei Yuan let out a mouthful of turbid air, and finally brushed his fingers over the sword slowly, making the arc and thunder light all converge, and finally not even a stream of light overflowed. It looked ordinary, but it exuded a powerful aura , and then guided by the nine-section staff, Wei Yuan tapped the sword three times with his fingers, the first time with Yuanming Chilu, the second time with the seal of the mountain god, and the third time with his own true spirit.

Those who offend our country; those who betray our teacher;

He said: Put him to death.

With a wave of his hand, accompanied by a long whistle, in the blink of an eye, Zhang Daoling's dharma sword wrapped around the thunder, and went directly through the air.

The sword comes out and the wind and thunder follow.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, his face was pale because he raised the altar to cast a spell, thought for a while, and sent a message to Zhang Ruosu.

Friend Daoist, there may be a little movement later.

Thank you.

PS: Today's second update... 3,000 words, it's so hard to control the schedule, good night everyone, go to sleep.

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