Museum of Demons

We are special police, Mr. An, there should be a painting in your home, that thing is a monster, it will be bad for you, please cooperate with us to take out the painting.

What monster.

Are you the police? Why, you can rob things for no reason if you have an identity? Can you rob people?

No, we have evidence, it will harm you.

Go, can you go?!

An old man of some age glared, picked up the broom next to him, and beat out several young men in plain clothes. Zhu Hongmiao was also inside. He sent the Taoist to the hospital and left the field in one breath. But now I can't tell the pain.

Firstly, the few of them didn't dare to be rough on the old man, and secondly, they were afraid that they would make a big noise, but they would scare away the evil spirit instead. Even the monks who were obviously cultivated at the moment were all arrested. old man sweeping the floor with a broom.

They all looked at each other in blank dismay.

Zhu Hongmiao said: The evil spirit is still inside, let's spread out and surround it to prevent it from acting rashly, take out the amulet, and once the evil spirit on the opposite side changes, let's rush in directly.

For a while, I was a little itchy with hatred.

It has not yet reached the stage of popularization by the whole people. They have to sign a treaty after practicing the basic exercises, keep them secret, and try not to let the influence of this matter expand as much as possible, so as to avoid unnecessary occurrences in the transition stage from the ordinary society to the society of compulsory practice by the whole people. Trouble, slow down the overall progress.

Zhu Hongmiao rubbed the place just hit by the old man's broom, grinned, waved his hand, and said:

spread.

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An Xuyang drove Zhu Hongmiao and the others out.

Panting and putting down the broom.

When he turned his head, he saw his wife in red. The old man subconsciously hid the broom behind him and explained with a smile, A few young people came in and went to the wrong place.

The fairy in the painting hummed.

An Xuyang walked over, took his wife's hand, and said, Let's go to the house.

My son is so busy with work, he even took time out to clean the old house, just to have a lively birthday, it's not appropriate for the two of us to stay outside, come on, go in and tease little Rongrong.

The fairy in the picture followed him into the house.

This is an old house.

It's An's old house.

When An Xuyang was young, he lived here for most of his life before moving out.

Today is his 60th birthday, and his son An Shengming insisted on making a big deal. Many old friends also came, and they all brought some gifts. They were not very valuable things, but at least they were sincere. Several tables of food and wine were set up in the yard, and An Shengming took charge of the spoons himself.

An Xuyang's second son made a list of the things sent by his relatives and friends.

It's not about comparing or anything, it's just thinking about this friendship, don't forget it.

An Xuyang changed into a slightly serious dress with a stand-up collar, and the fairy in the painting also developed an old lady's blindfolded tricks. According to the habits of his hometown, when he is sixty or seventy years old, he must have a good birthday party. There is a brazier, step over to burn the unclean things, and sacrifice to the ancestors. When you are eighty or ninety years old, you will have a forgetting birthday, which means that it is not a good thing to get old when you are old. .

Sometimes at a certain age, people themselves feel that they are about to die.

It is not uncommon for old people to live longer and healthier lives by forgetting how old they are.

When the old man was packing his things, he saw that ancient painting. The scroll itself had already turned yellow, and the painting showed a woman in red with clear eyebrows and smiling lips.

An Xuyang caressed the scroll, and discussed with his wife next to him:

It's not good to always press down.

Why don't you hang up this painting today?

The fairy in the painting blushed, glared at him, and said:

My son and grandson are all here today, so you hang up the painting, isn't it to give me face?

An Xuyang smiled awkwardly, and suddenly remembered the policemen today, and said again: That's right, you should take this painting, keep it well, hide it in a hidden place, and don't let others see it.

He directly handed the picture scroll to the Immortal in the Painting, and then patted on the Immortal in the Painting with his palm, which was no longer as strong as before, and said with a smile: An Xuyang will never regret marrying you in this life.

The fairy in the painting said: What are you talking about?

An Xuyang laughed loudly, turned around and walked out the door.

An Shengming serves the dishes, homemade, all kinds of dishes are simple, not as exquisite as those in restaurants, but the ingredients are real, the quantity is big and the taste is strong, everyone chats and laughs loudly, and the juniors talk about themselves, it is the so-called It's fun.

Zhu Hongmiao squatted outside and viciously ate a mouthful of egg-filled biscuits.

He has already applied for the help of the strong in the action team.

They couldn't control the evil spirit, they couldn't talk softly, and they couldn't force it.

But the action team naturally has masters.

Turning his head, he saw an unexpected figure.

Master Wei?

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Wei Yuan said earlier that orthodox gods look down on illusion.

This is true.

But he is not a god.

The blindfold method is still very useful.

It was just a decision, and he easily walked into the house. No one, old or young, found him in the yard. Wei Yuan believed that the fairy in the painting he saw before was kind, but in ancient times, the vengeful Hua Pi begged Crouching Tiger for some time, saying that she only hoped to provide for her parents, and Hua Pi was sincere at that time.

That kind and rich lady finally failed to resist the bloodthirsty nature of the monster.

Hundreds of lives were left in the hands.

What about the fairy in the picture?

Wei Yuan walked into the courtyard and sat quietly on the table beside him. There was an unused wine glass on the table. He poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip. It was to worship the ancestors and step over the brazier. An Xuyang held his breath and stepped over.

The children didn't know why, but they felt lively and clapped their hands and laughed.

An Shengming grabbed candy and distributed it to them, telling the children to say something nice.

Wei Yuan raised his eyes and glanced across the courtyard, and there was a lot of excitement. The old lady, or the fairy in the painting, was holding in her arms the old painting that Zhang Hao said had been tampered with, revealing a piece of red clothes. Vibrantly amazing.

Wei Yuan remembered the lesson of the Painted Skin Demon.

It was her turn to jump into the brazier.

An Xuyang turned his head and chatted with his friends with a smile.

suddenly,

The woman in red stepped over her feet, and the old lady who was blindfolded also stepped over the brazier lightly, but the picture scroll in the fairy's hand was thrown into the brazier, and it ignited with a splash, An Xuyang suddenly burst into flames. Turning his head, he saw the flames flickering, and the brittle and yellowed scroll was burned away. He couldn't believe it, and he instinctively froze for a moment.

Then suddenly, as if returning to a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, he struggled violently and pushed the person next to him away.

A few strides ran over, bent down, stretched out his hand, regardless of the flames, and stretched out his hand to grab the ancient painting in the burning brazier. An Shengming and the others were shocked. He also poured something to support the combustion, and this time he had to burn all the skin on his hands, and hurriedly pulled the old man.

But no one knew how this old man, who was already in his ears, had such great strength.

Like a crazy cow, several people can't hold it back.

An Shengming struggled to pull, and hurriedly shouted to the blind old lady who was still there:

Mom, hurry up and persuade Dad, why is this sudden madness?

Everyone knew that An Xuyang had always listened to his wife, so they all turned their heads and looked at the old lady.

An Xuyang's eyes widened, tears were flushed, but he just stared into the brazier.

The woman in red stood in the flames, looked at him, but said nothing, smiled slightly, and then the smoke disappeared, leaving only the ashes of the burnt picture scrolls, which flew down with the licking of the flames .

An Xuyang stretched out his hand, and the golden red ashes burned by the flames fell on his palm.

The old man lost his strength and was pulled away by his children and grandchildren, but burst into tears.

The young people who were finally able to hold the old man smiled. The children were holding colorful candies with blank faces, and the joy from just now remained on their faces. Only An Xuyang sat down on the ground alone, crying into the brazier.

Wei Yuan was silent, and then laughed at himself.

He just thought that the fairy in the painting might be able to hold on to himself, or turn into a demon. If he could still hold on to himself, he would bring him back to Longhu Mountain. possibility.

The Immortal in the Painting discovered her mutation, and would rather self-destruct, and completely cut off the possibility of her demonizing and harming others.

He gently placed the cup in his hand on the table.

The illusion was unfolded with himself as the center of the circle, and everyone fell into the blindfold, only An Xuyang himself was still awake. He raised his head subconsciously, and saw the museum owner in black, with a slightly pale and sickly expression, and sharp eyebrows. Only sadness is left, the light in the eyes is slack, the sadness comes from it, and he can't speak.

Wei Yuan walked across the courtyard, looking at the burned ancient paintings.

Said: Sure enough, since she is the spirituality born in the painting, of course she knows that the ancient painting has been tampered with.

Looking at An Xuyang with tears streaming down his face, Wei Yuan sighed secretly, opened his five fingers slightly, and retracted his eyes. The magic of Taiping essentials moved at will, and he pointed to draw a talisman in the glass of wine. Turning into a white dragon and falling into the brazier, the soul that had dispersed naturally before was summoned before returning to heaven and earth.

Fu turned into a woman in red again, but her figure was erratic and she lost her sense of reality.

She looked at her palm in disbelief, and looked at An Xuyang, everything was like a dream.

Fu looked at Wei Yuan again, and said, You are...

Wei Yuan opened his mouth and said: This is just a Taoist technique that draws the soul out of your soul. You were originally a living creature in an ancient painting, and you lived on the painting. Now the painting that entrusted your soul has disappeared. However, I still have a compromise here. Fa, I have to ask you two.

An Xuyang stared at Wei Yuan, pleading.

Wei Yuan looked at Hua Zhongxian and An Xuyang, first looked at Hua Zhongxian, and asked:

Are you willing to give up the long life of the spirit and die with him?

Since then, I have lost my foundation, and I am just an ordinary mortal, who will get sick, sleepy, hungry, and tired.

Immortal in the painting nodded in agreement, and said without hesitation:

certainly.

Wei Yuan smiled, looked at An Xuyang again, and asked: Well, Mr. An, I think you are in good health, and you may live to be more than eighty years old. If you connect the fairy in the painting with the real spirit and your soul , I'm afraid you only have ten years of life at most, are you willing to sacrifice ten years of life and die with her?

An Xuyang nodded heavily, almost as if he was afraid that this was a dream.

Looking at one person and one spirit, Wei Yuan raised his hand to lift up the talisman, which consumed the foundation of the fairy in the painting and An Xuyang's life. An Xuyang only felt a little weak between the eyebrows of the fairy in the painting, and then, the woman in red lost her decades-old appearance, wrinkles appeared on her face, her black hair became gray, standing in An Xu Next to Yang, there is no sense of disobedience.

Wei Yuan withdrew his fingers.

The fairy in the painting was emotionally ups and downs, and lost his mind at this method that almost violated life and death to a certain extent.

She plucked up her courage and asked, Aren't you, Daoist, here to kill demons?

The young museum owner was surprised, and then smiled warmly:

This is also the case, killing demons, eliminating demons.

He said: The last time I left, I said I wish you both a happy golden wedding, but I misremembered the time. There are still ten years left, so I thought it was my blessing in advance.

When An Xuyang held the palm of the fairy in the painting, he turned and left.

When he stepped out of this yard, he saw the book that recorded the gifts. Wei Yuan paused for a moment, pondered for a while, then picked up his pen, and followed the turmoil in his heart, in response to the traces of heaven and earth, and added more in the back. After saying a word, it was like drawing a talisman to complete the last stroke, and the breath flowed smoothly.

It turns out that this is also a talisman.

If Wei Yuan has realized something, he also knows that this is not only a talisman, but also a proverb that can be said in one sentence.

He looked at what he had written, then turned and left.

The illusion suddenly dissipated when he walked out of the yard. An Xuyang turned his head and saw that the old lady who was originally a blindfold was still standing there. Without saying a word, the old lady stretched out her hand and patted the dirt on his clothes, her eyes were slightly red, and she said softly:

It's just a painting, what's the rush?

Yes, yes, it's just a painting.

And at this time, a child holding candy lowered his head and saw a line of words written in a plain tone on the book that recorded the gift—Fifteen years of marriage, Quanzhou Weiyuan

He blinked, and that line of text disappeared strangely again, as if it was just his illusion.

Wei Yuan walked out step by step, behind him were sobs of joy and suppressing the past pressure and worry.

A real monk said that all sentient beings should be saved.

But there is no sentient being to save.

It is the self-examination of all living beings.

Fifteen years of living together, and finally dying together.

On the bank of the River of Forgetfulness, I rest with your elder; in the mud, I entangle with your hair.

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In the distant mountains, in places far away from the human world, ferocious beasts that only existed in the past years let out earth-shattering roars, mythical beasts flitted across the sky, and fierce tigers with wings roared in a low voice.

Wu Yu who was sitting quietly opened his eyes, and he changed into the clothes of a sorcerer.

He took out the solemn, weird but sacred bronze mask.

The ceremony is about to begin.

PS: Today's first update... 4,000 words.

Everyone eat rice dumplings on the Dragon Boat Festival~