Museum of Demons

On Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ruosu saw that the sentence probably came from the sky, with a suspicious expression on his face.

Then instinctively makes a guess.

Well, the ones that come by plane are expedited express delivery, direct air transportation?

If you do a little favor, just do a little favor, and give some gifts.

That's too polite.

The old Taoist fingered quickly, opened the mobile APP, looking forward to it, but found that there was no courier sent to his number at all.

The bottom of my heart became more and more suspicious.

Soon, Zhang Ruosu knew what was going on.

At the beginning, it was the young Taoist priest who was worried, and went to see the situation near Quanshi, and then found another strong mana reaction leaving from Quanshi, which made him feel a little bit in his heart, and when he took a closer look, this time he ran directly. Coming from his own home, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

He hurried to find Zhang Ruosu and told him about the matter.

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what the sentence probably meant by flying. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he almost pulled his beard off, but looking at the flustered junior, he still had a gentle expression on his face, and comforted him: This It's normal, nothing to be surprised about.

It's just a gift from fellow Taoist.

Look, isn't this here?

Accompanied by the whistling of the long wind, an eight-faced Han sword came from a distance, and there was a great atmosphere around it. All the Taoists sensed this uninvited guest and raised their heads, but they heard Zhang Ruosu's understated voice. At the top of the mountain, the voice rang in the ears of every Taoist in the entire Longhu Mountain, saying:

It's all gone. It's just a flying sword. Fellow Daoist sent something over. What do you want to see?

Let's go practice.

That's why everyone was relieved, Zhang Ruosu was calm and calm, his heart was dark, he was triumphant, flying swords to give gifts, who has seen it? With a gesture of raising his hand, the eight-faced Han sword whistled in a low voice, was drawn by the wind, and landed in Zhang Ruosu's hand. There was a mobile phone hanging on the mobile phone, and a navigation voice said:

This navigation has ended. The distance is 582 kilometers. You have speeded a total of 310 sections and taken 1,300 illegal photos. The navigation reminds you to drive safely and treat yourself for others. Please go to the nearest police station as soon as possible. Surrender yourself...

The Longhushan Police Station has been automatically contacted.

Zhang Ruosu: ...

Young Taoist: ...

The old Taoist was stunned for a while, but he couldn't help laughing. He smiled openly and said, It's really following the times. He took off the mobile phone, handed it to the young disciple next to him, and said, Go and fill it up for him.

The Taoist took the phone, but he was still curious in his heart, wondering what kind of gift the flying sword sent.

Zhang Ruosu didn't drive him away either.

Shi Shiran opened the express box and saw a head full of unwillingness.

The old man made a move.

The two young Taoists next to him turned pale with horror.

The old master frowned slightly, subconsciously thinking that this was the movement and trouble that the museum master was talking about, and immediately denied this possibility.

And point it out.

The hidden true spirit has been discovered and taken out.

Open your fingers slightly, and the picture evolves.

………………

Wei Yuan received a call.

The call came from Longhushan and Zhang Ruosu.

Seeing who the caller was, Wei Yuan paused and connected the phone. The two fell silent for a while, then he heard Zhang Ruosu's voice for the first time, old and steady, and said slowly: Fellow Daoist Wei, It's been a long time since I met God.

Wei Yuan had guessed Zhang Ruosu's identity before.

After all, the diversion of the Huai River before was not something that ordinary disciples of Tianshifu could cover up.

Although he was a little surprised at the oldness of this voice, he could accept it.

Said: The Taoist priest seems to have seen the true spirit.

Zhang Ruosu said slowly, Naturally.

This person is the next generation host candidate of Sakurajima Fuso famous temple in Kyoto, the only son of the contemporary host, Mogi Yoshiyuki, this time he came to my Shenzhou in person, and actually set his sights on the divinity and spiritual veins of Shenzhou, which is what he said The so-called immortal thing, thank you fellow daoist for taking it down with thunderbolt.

Wei Yuan hummed and asked:

I killed him, did I cause trouble to Fellow Daoist?

Oh...of course not.

How do fellow Taoists plan to deal with this disciple of Fusang's great sect? But to erase the secrets and prevent them from being found by Fusang?

This is also what Wei Yuan thought before, and the official plan is the most likely to choose, so that there will be no evidence.

In the Tianshi Mansion, the kind-hearted old Taoist replied plainly:

Erasure the secret?

Of course not. This human head should be packaged properly and sent to the temple in Kyoto.

Zhang Ruosu said: They covet Shenzhou, and they have violated our Shenzhou by doing such dirty tricks.

On the matter of this family and country, we will not give up an inch and repay ten times.

He smiled and said:

Actually, it's a bit tricky.

After all, we are a country of etiquette, dignified China.

He sent his own children here, and we sent his children back. This is called reciprocity; on the surface, we can leave them a little bit, which is called the demeanor of a great country, and on the inside, we don't give up at all, and this is called the bottom line of rules; If you don’t know how to be interesting, then you don’t even need to save face, this is called etiquette before soldiers.”

Many people in China read books, and they always feel that they should be refined, moderate, and moderate. This is wrong...

The golden mean is the restraint and restraint of the strong's self-power and desire. I can easily do other things. I can act domineeringly, plunder and suppress the weak, but I restrain myself for good, self-discipline, and follow the rules. This is called the golden mean; and It’s not that I have no choice but to do this, and when people are excluded and bullied, I comfort myself that this is called moderation, and it’s the law of the ancestors, so it’s a big joke in the world.”

A book in one hand and a sword in the other. It is right that there are swords, guns, swords and halberds under the body full of knowledge.

Wei Yuan said, What will happen to them?

Zhang Ruosu smiled slightly and replied: They will pretend that nothing happened, accept the gift politely, and then send out high-quality spiritual materials as a gift and apology. On the surface, they are kind and courteous. good relationship.

They always do.

Kindness will be regarded as weakness, generosity will be regarded as deceitful, like wolves, there are small gifts but no great righteousness. They only know swords and pain, and only when they are subdued with dignity and let them know that they will never violate our country, can they Learn well.

You can save a little bit of insignificant face and give them a step.

But in the inside, every inch of my Shenzhou is bleeding, and I won't give up a single step.

Wei Yuan said: Zhang Daoyou knows them well.

Zhang Ruosu smiled and said: The old man has no talent, so he can only practice hard. When he was young, he went to the borders of war-torn countries to hone his fists and feet, and then sealed off his dharma veins. From east to west, he traveled to Dongying, Korea, and Wudu. He fought back all the way. In his thirties After returning to Longhu Mountain, I have inherited the mantle of my master.

There are two famous Japanese knives with broken blades thrown under the bed.

In ancient times, Dragon and Tiger Mountain had to overwhelm the Dharma of the Divine State; now that there are connections between all countries on this earth, the Dragon and Tiger naturally have to overwhelm the Dharma of the world in order to be eligible to inherit the mantle.

Wei Yuan pondered for a while, and opened his palm, and the seal rose and fell on his palm.

He said: Friend Zhang Daoist, can I personally deliver this 'gift' in a few days?

He still remembered that the Fusang people planned to form an alliance with the Ministry of Taiping. This matter has nothing to do with other things. As a disciple of the Taiping Dao in Shenzhou, half of his current Taoism is the direct descendant of Taiping. He must go there in person and inquire about it. Inquire about the situation in Xu City.

Of course, we have to wait until the ancestral veins of the Yin and Shang Dynasties are connected with the seal of the mountain god.

You must have your own hole cards, so that you can be sure that you will be able to get away with Xu Shi.

Zhang Ruosu was surprised, then nodded and said, Of course.

The old Taoist smiled and said: At that time, fellow Taoist, you will come to Longhu Mountain yourself and take this thing. Although the old Taoist cannot go down the mountain for a long time, you can still let the younger brother accompany you to Fusang Capital City.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while before ending the call.

Zhang Ruosu caressed his beard and sighed: It's still convenient to have a mobile phone. It was too slow to raise spirit beasts before.

He looked at the head in the express box again, his white eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he let another Taoist hold the box with his sleeves, and ordered:

Go and freeze it with an ice talisman, wait for him to pick it up.

Yes, Heavenly Master.

The young Taoist took the box and left.

After walking a few steps, Zhang Ruosu frowned again and called out, Oh, come back.

Forget it, what kind of ice talisman do you use, just find a formalin and soak it, what can you do with such a good treatment.

I...understood, Master.

After walking a few more steps, the young Taoist slowed down, counting the numbers silently in his heart, as expected, but within a few steps, Zhang Ruosu spoke again:

Wait a minute.

The old Taoist frowned, and finally said: Using formalin is too cheap for him.

Go down the mountain, find a construction site at random, come back with a bucket of lime, pickle it, and stop it from getting moldy and smelly. It's hot, so don't make it stink everywhere. This is the holy place of Longhu Mountain. It's too smelly. It's embarrassing.

The young Taoist replied:

Come on, Grand Master!

Turn around and leave quickly.

Zhang Ruosu shook his head, mocking himself for his age, but he couldn't hold back his temper. He knocked on the Eight-faced Han Sword with his fingers, and knocked three times in a row. sword body.

Then put the mobile phone on the top and toss it casually, the eight-faced Han sword screamed, and flew out of Longhu Mountain in a blink of an eye.

……………………

In the afternoon of the same day, Wei Yuan called the action team and asked about the status of the former Taiping Dao disciple.

Zhang Hao was silent, and replied in a low tone: ...couldn't be saved.

The internal organs of his whole body were almost corroded black by the poison. It is a miracle that he survived. No matter it is modern medicine or magic, there is no way to save him. Sorry.

Instead, Wei Yuan comforted Zhang Hao and said, It's okay.

You should try your best.

After thinking for a while, he changed the topic, By the way, have you dealt with all the evil things at the previous booth?

Zhang Hao replied: Most of them have been solved, but there is one thing that is still a little tricky.

Those evil things themselves were manipulated by that old thing. No matter whether the spirituality born is good or evil, the evil things themselves will lead them to do evil. It is the limit for their own conscience to be able to check and balance for a period of time. The longer the time, the easier it is to be The influence eventually leads to the existence of evil spirits.

There is an evil thing sent fifty years ago, and the spirituality has continued to the limit.

We fear there will be problems.

Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment, thinking of the spirit in the painting he had seen some time ago, he asked:

The person related to this evil thing.

Is it called An Xuyang?

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