Museum of Demons

In Tianshi Mansion, Zhang Ruosu is taking a break from his busy schedule.

During this period of time, all parts of Shenzhou have begun to popularize the basic method of nourishing Qi. At the beginning, it is natural to start from the official institutions at all levels, and select people with strong bodies and above-average qualifications to start, and now they have achieved initial results.

Next, we need to use the data fed back by the military to continuously improve this practice method.

Until the security of obligatory universality can be achieved.

At that time, I will practice Qi from a young age, replace physical education with spiritual practice, and include it in the high school and college entrance examinations.

Of course, this part is only limited to strengthening the body and prolonging life. If you want to get further true biography of various factions, or military martial arts moves, you need to consider various factors. The loyalty of the earth, this is the bottom line.

Looking at the other younger disciples who are busy processing documents.

Zhang Ruosu absorbed his experience, silently muted the phone, and then clicked on a game, ready to play, in a very happy mood, but just after entering the interface, a message suddenly popped up on the phone.

Friend Daoist, there may be a little movement later.

Seeing the person who sent the message, Zhang Ruosu's right eyelid twitched suddenly.

Then a new message popped up.

Thank you.

The old Taoist opened his mouth, then smiled wryly.

Now I don't even say a word of redundant explanation, I'm sorry.

You should at least say something, is this a little bit of movement, or a billion bit of movement, fellow daoist, did you use pinyin to input, and you made a typo.

Thinking of the size of the so-called movement last time, Zhang Ruosu felt that his forehead was hurting. After thinking about it, he sighed, recruited his disciples, and told him, Go and take a look with the Wanli Yuanguang mirror. Did anything happen?

Although the disciple was puzzled, but when the patriarch spoke, he naturally nodded in response.

Turn around and walk out quickly.

Leaving Zhang Ruosu waiting here, the old Taoist rarely had the feeling of being forced to do magic tricks when he was young. After a while, seeing the young Taoist priest rushing over with a pale complexion, Zhang Ruosu felt his heart skip a beat. The head is as big as a bucket.

The young Taoist didn't care about saluting, and hurriedly said:

Master, it's not good!

Calm down, calm down, tell me, what happened again?

The young Taoist didn't notice what the patriarch said, but said in a hurry: Over Quanzhou, a bolt of thunder suddenly flew out, the speed was extremely fast, and it flew across the border of Quanzhou in a blink of an eye. Whatever you do, there are thunder marks all over it, and every time the clouds and mist pass through, there will be a little more thunder on the sword, and it is difficult for the naked eye to lock it.

Zhang Ruosu was stunned.

Immediately after taking a long breath, he said, So that's how it is.

It's okay, it's okay, the movement is not too big.

The young Taoist stared wide-eyed, couldn't help raising his voice a few degrees, and said:

Patriarch, that is a supernatural power no worse than our Tianxin Five Thunders spell.

It has flown hundreds of miles, just like the Tomahawk missile.

Isn't that big?!

Zhang Ruosu looked relaxed and comforted, You are still young and don't understand yet.

It really doesn't count.

The corner of the young Taoist's mouth twitched: ...

Zhang Ruosu lowered his head and found Wei Yuan's chat box.

Send out an emoji of Maomaobiye in a relaxed and happy way.

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In the west direction of the Central Plains of China, among the layers of Taihang Mountains.

Mogi Yoshiyuki trekked hard, and the ancient jade talisman in his hand guided him in the direction. Even so, it took him several days to touch this place. Stand still on the mountain and take out this ancient talisman.

He said in a loud voice: I don't know where is the master of Taiping Dao?

The young monk came here on the orders of the elders.

This is the Chinese language he has learned in the past few days on the road, and he can only speak these few sentences. An understated voice came, saying, Fusang people?

Mogi Yoshiyuki was shocked, turned around to look, and saw that it was a man in black with a messy beard and hair. He looked a little bit embarrassed, but he had a demeanor like an eagle watching a wolf, and he obviously had extremely profound morals. Among the monks Yoshiyuki Motegi has met, he is considered an absolute top existence.

Even the grandfather who is in meditation in his own temple may not be the opponent of this middle-aged Taoist.

Immediately, he didn't dare to be negligent, clasped his hands together again, with a respectful and humble face, said:

Exactly, the poor monk is from Kyoto.

The middle-aged Taoist didn't care about these things, and said: I have an agreement with that old man, and this talisman is my token for him. You can bring this talisman over here in exchange for one of my promises. My Ministry of Taiping is also upright. Jiuding, what do you want, just say it.

This person can speak fluent Fusang dialect.

After Mogi Yoshiyuki was surprised, he smiled and said what he had thought all the way:

The poor monk wants to form a good relationship with the donor.

Oh? Good fate?

Mogi Yoshiyuki nodded and said: The world is changing, a major change that has never been seen in the ages. In the future, there will be various major events and major changes in the future. The priest has a high level of cultivation, and the poor monk only hopes to form a good relationship. One day, if the poor monk is in trouble, I hope the Taoist priest can help, and if the Taoist priest is in need, the Motegi family will definitely help.

The Taoist stared straight at Mogi Yoshiyuki and said, Oh...you also want to form an alliance with my Ministry of Peace.

What if I don't agree?

Mogi Yoshiyuki said calmly: Then, the poor monk puts the talisman with both hands, turns around and leaves.

The Taoist stared at him for a while. He heard that the other party was from Fusang, and he had the intention of killing and seizing treasures, but he was worried about the existence of the old man. , and the heart of forming an alliance, he was shaken at the moment, and after a moment of contemplation, he laughed loudly and said:

Okay, okay, you have a good heart, no wonder Sakurajima Fusang let you come to my Shenzhou.

Okay! Then I promise you, the Mogi family, the Ministry of Taiping will form an alliance with you. If you walk in this Shenzhou, if there is a crisis, I will come to rescue you.

Yoshiyuki Mogi breathed a sigh of relief, and handed over the ancient talisman with both hands.

The Taoist reached out to take the talisman.

At this time, he suddenly paused, acting on a whim, suddenly felt a tingling pain between his brows, and felt an indescribable sense of panic, as if a catastrophe was imminent, so he couldn't help hesitating, but this ancient talisman was in front, He couldn't let it go, and reached out to pick up the talisman.

Almost at the moment when he touched the talisman.

The extreme uneasiness and panic engulfed him in an instant.

After all, he is also a real cultivator who has made a name for himself in a land like Shenzhou. Without hesitation, the Taoist waved his right hand and threw the incomparably precious talisman back, and then instinctively cast the Taoist body protection spell, stepping Yu steps, falling Backing away, opening his hand, an ancient umbrella appeared, unfolded in front of him in an instant.

Yoshiyuki Mogi was still at a loss, and subconsciously caught the talisman.

suddenly,

The air pressure seemed to drop suddenly.

The mountains and forests in autumn were originally lively.

All kinds of insects, birds, and small animals make different sounds. In short, they can't stop for a moment, but now, the birds have restrained their wings, and the insects no longer dare to make noise. The monk just saw a huge monster in the forest The wolf, lying on the ground with its tail between its legs, could only whimper.

Yoshiyuki Mogi subconsciously withdrew his palm and wiped his clothes.

Sudden tingling, like static electricity.

But now it is clearly a humid and sweltering autumn day.

He lowered his head subconsciously.

Crackling, subtle electric lights visible to the naked eye jumped up on the monk's clothes, entangled with each other, and the middle-aged Taoist lowered his head, seeing all the hairs on his arms standing up naturally, his pupils widened, and his heart Frightened and angry.

This is……

Rayfa!

There was a terrifying whistling sound in the ears.

The sky and the earth are bright!

The extreme radiance brought about a sudden blackening of the vision of the two of them.

In a daze, a flat voice slowly fell:

Damn it...

then,

An extremely violent thunder, like an iron cone, hit the eardrum desperately.

Let their brains hum for an instant, and they lose their ability to think and judge.

The thunder light came here along with the mighty thunder.

Filling the eyes and ears of all things.

Then,

A sword cut down majesticly.

………………

The Taoist only felt that his hands became hot, and he could no longer hold the magic weapon. He was thrown away, and his back hit the rock wall heavily. There were signs of tinnitus and deafness.

After a long time, the Taoist in black struggled to open his eyes, and found that the magic weapon he had thrown out in a hurry had been chopped into coke, and there was a smell of burning meat in his nose. Yoshiyuki Motegi, who had made a fuss, had half of his body turned into scorched earth.

A long sword hung in the air, clanging and whistling.

Rather than saying it was sword energy and sword intent, it was better to say it was the mighty thunder that filled the sword body and soared into the sky.

The Taoist coughed up blood, and seeing the thunder marks on the sword, he felt chills all over his body, and dared not move any more.

The dharma sword hangs in the air for a week, the sword light wraps around the talisman, and spins around Mogi Yoshiyuki's neck, beheading the Fuso monk, and retreats calmly. Gritting his teeth, he recognized the sword as being in the same shape.

Although it is extremely ancient for some reason, it is absolutely impossible to admit that it is a similar shape, it is the magic sword of Longhu Mountain.

And Lei Fa, Lei Fa is also a good play of the Talisman Sect.

Is it because of this monk that he came after him, or himself? The Taoist's eyes changed, he let out a breath, and he staggered to his feet. At first he thought he could still wander outside. With his own abilities, he should be fine. Seeing the method of beheading thousands of miles with flying swords, his scalp was numb with horror. How could he have the courage to fight again? Stay outside.

Immediately stood up reluctantly, regained his strength, rushed back to the place where he hid before, and put away the things of the way of peace that have been passed down from generation to generation.

Among them are a handle of a magic staff, several sets of talismans, and a memorial tablet of the master.

And because the great virtuous master died on the battlefield, the spirit tablet at that time was carved by the next heavenly master himself, and it was placed together with the second heavenly master's own spirit card. Class prayer, and this thing passed down from generation to generation, the effect is naturally the best, it can be called a sect inheritance important tool, this Taoist put these things away, and left the rest of the sundries in a hurry.

He went straight to the place where he got the inheritance of Taiping Dao, which was one of the Dharma lines of Taiping Dao in the past.

Because of the desolation of the Taiping Road in the Song Dynasty.

That dharma vein was blocked, and only he knew it in the world, so it was safe enough.

PS: Today’s first update………, 3,200 words, thank Mr. Ho for being the leader, thank you~

In Chapter 187, in Goulianruwang, the stall owner gave the talisman to the monk~ After all, he had to find his ancestral line back home.