Museum of Demons

Wei Yuan felt desolate in his heart, but felt that the matter was over, he turned around and walked away, but he really didn't miss him at all. Seeing him coming, the group of monsters backed away one after another, and the other two big monsters also held their breath. Breathe, until after Wei Yuan left, then let out a breath, suddenly felt numbness in the back.

Turning their heads, they saw that E Huang Nu's heroic energy had become strong and complete, and she had initially got rid of the influence of the downturn in incense and sacrifices, and the return of the ray of true spirit that was sealed in the jade book of Shan Hai Jing in ancient times also started their energy. float up.

The shrimp demon was heartbroken, and hurriedly bowed down and said: You two ladies, please forgive me...

The sound has not yet fallen.

There is the turbulent sound of the vast waves, almost like the reappearance of the ancient Dongting.

Before the shrimp monster could recover, it was already crushed by the vast waves.

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After a while, the two big monsters were captured.

The strongest fish demon was directly killed by Wei Yuan with the seal of the mountain god, and the remaining two failed to jump a few times in front of the two Mrs. Xiang who had recovered their origins, especially what Wei Yuan had done before. They left an extremely strong shadow in their hearts, and their strength was greatly disturbed.

After all, the plate of fish sticks was still in front.

No one knew whether the man who was a monk or a cook would go and come back.

My heart is full of shadows.

After a while, the banquet reopened.

The maid with drooping hair attracted a real distinguished guest.

It was a girl wearing a feather coat, with a cool temperament, black hair hanging down her waist, light lotus color shoes on her feet, and a pair of jades colliding around her waist. Looking like a girl, with joy in his eyes, he said, Jue, come here.

When Huang E and Nv Ying got married, West Kunlun once gave a big gift.

After that, Jue also met the two imperial concubines.

In this era, when Jue was out of trouble, he once told Wei Yuan that he wanted to visit his old friends, so he naturally came to Xiangjiang River, met two Mrs. Xiang, and agreed to come to visit at this time.

Jue is a celestial girl of Kunlun Mountain, transformed by pure energy, and is extremely sensitive to energy.

She looked at Ehuang and Nvying, and said in surprise: The aura of the two seems to be a little different.

I always feel that it seems to be more rounded.

Ehuang was still able to suppress the emotions in his heart.

Nvying was already quite happy, she pulled Jue over, briefly explained what happened just now, clapped her hands and smiled, So, my sister and I are now at ease.

Jue lived in Kunlun Mountain for a long time, but only knew that King Yu led his officials to compile the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

But it is not known who wrote and recorded it.

Hearing the words, he was slightly surprised, and then he had a good impression of this person's behavior, and praised: I don't take advantage of others' dangers, and I am open-minded. There are often such people in the human world. I didn't expect to see a person like this this time. , worth meeting, what about others?

Ehuang said: He said that he has separated from us because of cause and effect, and has already left.

The girl was surprised, appreciative even more, nodded and said: So that's how it is, it's quite casual.

It's just a pity that I didn't get to see one side.

Her voice paused, appreciating this person's behavior style, and she wanted to ask who this person was, but the excitement in Nvying's heart subsided, but she thought about the incident two thousand years ago, when she was Cutting down mountains and destroying temples, but now I have to accept it instead.

She has a direct temper, and always feels aggrieved and panicked the more she thinks about it, she said:

Okay, okay, he's a good guy, but it's rare to meet him, why mention this outsider?

Jue couldn't speak again, and didn't take it too seriously. After smiling, he took out the prepared gift and handed it over. Then he put melons, fruits and fragrant tea again. There was no objection to the meat, and when the fish was served, the girl picked up her chopsticks and then froze.

I don't know why, but I always feel that this taste is a bit familiar.

Like, where have you eaten?

Nvying said, Jue, don't you like meat?

The feeling that had just arisen in the girl's mind was interrupted, and she said with a gentle smile, Of course not.

The silk and bamboo plays again, and the guests enjoy themselves.

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Wei Yuan rushed out of the Xiangshui waters in one breath from Yushui at the bottom of the water.

Only then did he emerge from the bottom of the water and let out a long breath.

As for the reason——

With a smooth pull of Wei's right hand, a dead fish head was thrown up and landed on the river bank, exuding a wave of aura after the mana had collapsed, and the surrounding vegetation became more lush. The fish essence with 800-year-old practice was smashed by Wei Yuanshan's seal, and some divine power was consumed, and his head was probably a mess.

Before Wei Yuan left, he took the fish head with him.

Looking at such a big fish head, I don't know how much chili is needed.

Besides, can mortal chili penetrate into the flesh of this fish demon?

Or do you have to go to the vegetable garden behind Longhu Mountain and smooth out the ones that the old Taoist planted himself?

Of course, making chopped pepper fish head is just a incidental thing.

Wei Yuan said to himself.

His real purpose is because the divinity of the mountain god's seal remains on the fish's head.

It's to hide his real cards.

And not for eating.

Well, yes, exactly.

Wei Yuan glanced at the fish head, picked it up and put it in the Crouching Tiger Token, riding a shared bicycle, bought all kinds of hot peppers, millet peppers, and all kinds of peppers, and two large plastic bags, I guess it would be enough for cooking That thing, then slowly returned to Quanzhou.

Pull out the Eight-faced Han sword, and make the iron eagle war spirit attach to the hilt.

Wei Yuan stroked the spine of the sword and said with satisfaction: Good sword!

Holding the sword in both hands, with the left foot in front, with the spine like a dragon's tendon, he chopped off the head of this huge fish with a few bangs and bangs. The old fish has thick skin and a big head. Wei Yuan took out everything in the refrigerator , just stuffed it in, rolled up the cuffs, tied the apron, and picked up the kitchen knife. He planned to do more, but when he turned around and asked, Jue went out to visit friends and estimated that he would not be back for several days.

So I did less.

I only gave a copy to Hu Ming, the old fox in the bookstore next door, and Yu Ji who opened the store.

It was only after sending it over that I realized, can a creature transformed from a plant like Yu Ji eat fish?

However, this fish that has been grown in the Wonderland for eight hundred years is really different. It tastes incomparably delicious. When paired with the carefully selected peppers, the freshness of the fish head and the spiciness of chopped peppers are integrated into one. He was sweating profusely after eating, but he couldn't let go of his chopsticks, even Wei Yuan didn't let go of the last soup.

I directly made another portion of pulled noodles, threw it into the soup and stirred it. The chewy noodles absorbed the sweetness and spiciness of the fish. As soon as I released it, I felt the warmth in my stomach, and a burst of energy slowly released, strengthening the muscles and bones.

Wei Yuan became playful, took out a pen, and wrote down a line of text:

Zhongshan Jing, there are fish in the water of Dongting, and they can be cooked after eight hundred years of Taoism. When the river is turned against the waves, no strangers can enter it. It is delicious, and it can strengthen the bones and strengthen the bones.

Looking interesting, I simply fetched the leftover jade talisman scraps.

And pointed out the sword energy.

It was almost like in ancient times, imitating the handwriting, and engraved this line of words on it, the writing strokes are rough and simple. When doing this, he seemed to have returned to the ancient times, as if he was surrounded by Yu and the girl, Occasionally, there are those lazy young warlocks who are in the wild, in the tribe, and have just tasted the spoils of war brought by Yu.

The young man played the leaves lazily, and the sound was mixed into the wind. King Yu looked at the distance and the world, and the girl looked at him quietly, and herself beside her, with pen and ink, every word was heartfelt.

Almost without realizing it, the words had already been engraved.

Even the habits in the details are generally the same.

Holding the jade book in his hand, he was in a daze.

Finally, he shook his head, smiled complicatedly, and threw the jade talisman fragments onto the wooden shelf. Shang Wang Bronze Jue regained his consciousness, saw this scene, and said casually: Why are you making fakes again? You don't want to sell them, don't you? Don’t you have a hobby of making fakes again?”

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows: What fake?

Bronze Jue said: I saw it with my own eyes, you carved it yourself.

If he was a human being, he would have blown his beard and stared.

Wei Yuan had drank wine earlier, laughed loudly, and said:

It is indeed carved by myself, but it is not a fake.

He misses the past in his heart, and has a rare trace of madness, even though there is no such passage in the Shan Hai Jing.

As long as it is written by me, it is the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Shang Wang Bronze Jue was stunned, but Wei Yuan refused to say any more, just took an empty gourd, stuffed all the relics in it, flicked his sleeves, let the gourd fly to the lower floor of the wooden cabinet, Shang Wang Bronze Jue asked again: What is this?

Wei Yuan said casually: A pile of rotten stones.

Get up and walk to the door of the refrigerator, this taste is very good, but people without cultivation level do not have this oral, next time you go to Qingqiu country, send some to Nvjiao, and then prepare some for Xiaoyuer, and then go to another Trip to Longhu Mountain.

Went to take the head of the Japanese monk and sent it to Kyoto.

Send some to Zhang Ruosu at that time, and go get some peppers in his back vegetable garden by the way.

Also ask the old Taoist to see how much he knows about the mountain and sea world.

Well, I will keep the remaining piece for Jue, and when she comes back to eat, there is still some meat attached to the neck, which is the most tender, and it is still enough for a small plate.

Of course, the black cats had to be thrown out of the refrigerator within a radius of five meters.

Wei Yuan closed the refrigerator door.

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Time passed.

In the past few days, Wei Yuan practiced sword and martial arts every day, and also tried to heal himself with the relics of the Pure Land Sect. The wound on his heart finally eased a little, but there has been no news from the Pure Land Buddhism. Yuan didn't intend to deliberately inquire.

That night, Wei Yuan closed the door.

It was early morning, the roads were empty, and most of the shops were closed.

The wind blows past on this road, and the sound is slightly bleak and cold.

Wei Yuan put a bowl of white rice in the corner of the door, with three sticks of incense sticking on it, and the incense wafted up.

Then he carried the pot of 3,000-year-old soul-nourishing wood to the middle of the living room. At this point in time, in ancient times, strangers would not knock on the door, but the leaves of the soul-nourishing wood were even more stretched, exuding a faint fragrance, making the whole The museum has fallen into a quiet atmosphere, as if separated from the world, as if close to the ghost, as if you can hear the soft sound of the underworld.

Dangdang.

Someone knocked on the door, Wei Yuan seemed to have been prepared, and asked the water ghost to open the door.

The aroma from the soul-cultivating wood became more and more intense.

There was no sound of footsteps, but people had already entered.

The person who walked in looked to be about thirty years old. He was wearing a Taoist robe, and the black air on his face twisted and twisted like a python. He was obviously poisoned, and his feet were silent. , I can recognize that this is the Taipingdao monk who was manipulated by the monk Yingjima who set up the stall that day and struggled out of his life.

He is already dead.

At this moment, the yin is flourishing and the yang is declining, and no one can enter. It is not a person who comes, but a soul.

The Taoist stood here blankly, Wei Yuan said:

Sit down.

Seven days after a person dies, the soul will return to the world for a short time, which is the night of returning to the soul.

Today is the first seven days for that Taoist Taiping.

PS: Today's second update... 3,000 words, thank you for the stinky reward, thank you~

I'll write more later. If you save more, you will be able to add an update more smoothly tomorrow. However, because you want to add an update, you actually adjusted your schedule by the way. This is completely unexpected...