Museum of Demons

On Longhu Mountain, the Taoist sect altar.

Even if it is not as prosperous as those Buddhist temples.

It's already considered people coming and going.

On the back mountain of Longhu Mountain, there is a lotus pond. Although it is said to be a forbidden area, it does not directly prohibit foreign tourists from coming to see it. There is always an old Taoist priest sitting on the stone by the pond and dozing off. There is this old Taoist priest Now, there is still no brat who can do excessive things to this lotus pond.

Shameless monks from various sects would never even think about breaking a lotus here.

The old Taoist priest who was still dozing off under the shade of a tree suddenly heard a child's excited low voice: Oh? Why does that flower seem to be about to bloom?!

The old Taoist was lazy and didn't care.

Breathing out and taking in, the qi movement that has been practiced for decades is almost as instinctive.

Sometimes I feel emotional in my heart, these children are really innocent, just a lotus flower, no matter how beautiful it is, if I look at it every day like myself, it will always be boring.

It's a pity, he also has some nostalgia.

I miss the first time I passed by this lotus pond when I was a teenager, and I saw the astonishment of a lotus blooming with my own eyes.

That feeling has never been there before.

The little boy who found it first looked at the lotus flower with great interest. It was the dark black flower bone flower in the innermost lotus pond, and a gap seemed to slowly appear. But those white and pink ones around are full of warm lotus flowers.

So there were still children who couldn't see it, and kept asking, Which one is it?

It's that one, the innermost one, the one that looks a bit black.

Um? ? !

which one? ! !

Missing the old Taoist in the past, he almost lost his energy.

Regardless of adjusting the Qi machine, he suddenly opened his eyes.

………………

Wei Yuan stepped on the steps of Longhu Mountain.

There was a pause in the movement, and he lowered his head to look at the red talisman of destiny that slowly lit up on the back of his hand.

This was created by Zhang Daoling, the original talisman, at this moment is faintly reacting with the entire Longhu Mountain, but it is not strong, and has not exploded.

Wei Yuan frowned and pointed his finger.

With the Dao of Taiping, temporarily seal the Emerging Destiny Scarlet Talisman.

In Chaoge, the capital of the Yin and Shang Dynasties, he has already used the Destiny Red Talisman to complete the construction of a large array of talismans similar to the Heavenly Court, and his ability to control this edict has been greatly improved. Lu's power consumption is serious.

Wei Yuan was able to seal it for a short time.

After quickly completing the spell and cutting off the induction of the Destiny Chilu and Longhushan, Wei Yuan heaved a sigh of relief and pulled the fingerless gloves to cover the Destiny Chilu more tightly.

No, no, no big noise before departure.

He always felt that if he made a big fuss before setting off, Zhang Ruosu would probably find ways to detain him and send his disciples to Sakura Island, but this trip to Sakura Island, he himself is bound to win.

Wei Yuan whispered something in his heart, stepped up the steps of Longhu Mountain step by step, and saw an old Taoist in gray robes waiting at the gate of the mountain. He never noticed him, but a practitioner like Wei Yuan could feel something was wrong.

There is no mana breath.

But I felt that standing there, he was the center of the world.

The air mechanism of all things circulates around him.

Tao, self-explanatory.

The contemporary celestial master, Zhang Ruosu.

Next to Zhang Ruosu was a handsome young man with red flame patterns between his brows, who was also dressed in Taoist robes.

Zhang Ruosu smiled and said, Master Wei, it's time to come.

Wei Yuan put his right hand behind his back, with a gentle expression, slightly nodded and said: Friend Zhang.

Waiting.

………………

Beside the lotus pond, the old Taoist mustered up all his strength and leaned over to look.

But the purple golden lotus didn't move at all, and those children also complained that the first child was lying, but the old Taoist finally gave up, sighed, and laughed at himself that he was considered the boss, so he was interrupted like this Practice.

That black lotus didn't change at all.

Still quietly stuck there like a mallet.

Neither open nor dry.

The old Taoist was discouraged and closed his eyes to practice again.

Those children also left squabbling.

Still emphasizing that I really didn't read wrong.

The sound faded away.

On Longhu Mountain, the wind is clear and the clouds are clear, a piece of peace, the lotus pond is rippling when the wind is blowing, the large clusters of lotus flowers that are flourishing and lively are shaking slightly, but the dark flower buds are not shaking at all, they are just petals A gap opens with the wind, and closes again when the wind stops.

It looks black from the outside, but the wisp that bursts out is the color of purple gold.

In just a moment, the entire lotus pond was completely suppressed, but no one could see the demeanor of this moment.

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waiting room.

There was an extra cup of fragrant tea in front of Wei Yuan, and the old man opposite him took a sip of tea with a smile.

Wei Yuan also picked up the tea and took a sip. Maybe the texture of the tea itself is average, but the water used to make the tea and the people who make the tea are unusual, so the taste is sweet and delicious. Looking at the kind-hearted old man opposite, Wei Yuan felt Can't help but think to myself, is this the legendary netizen face base?

Zhang Ruosu's eyes fell on Wei Yuan's backpack, and he said curiously, Master Wei, this is...

Oh, this, a little greeting.

Wei Yuan waved his hands and put the fish head behind him on the table, and with a bang, the old Taoist was startled. The handsome young man behind him who was always looking at Wei Yuan was also trembling. After opening the box suspiciously, the old Taoist found out The contents inside were even more dumbfounded, Wei Yuan smiled and said:

800-year-old fish head, fellow daoist, I will lend you some chili peppers.

Zhang Ruosu was startled, looked at the fish head, sighed with a little compassion, and said:

Eight hundred years of Taoism, fellow Taoist, you just killed it like this?

It's a pity, it's a pity, a body of cultivation, eight hundred years of star frost and moon dew, turned into fly ash.

The young Taoist also recited the Taoist mantra.

Wei Yuan slightly raised his eyebrows: Do you want to eat?

Zhang Tianshi speaks righteously.

eat!

…………………

Wei Yuan personally went to the field that Zhang Ruosu planted himself, picked a lot of chili peppers that radiated spiritual energy, and borrowed tools and a kitchen from the chef in Tianshi Mansion, and made a fish head with chopped peppers, which he had done before. Once, so this time I was really familiar with the road, and it went very smoothly.

Zhang Ruosu was surprised: This kind of monster with mana and morality is not easy to cook.

Wei Yuan smiled and said, In this regard, I am still somewhat confident.

When it comes to cooking extraordinary creatures, I am an expert.

In this regard, he will not humble himself.

After finishing, he opened the rice bucket and scooped out three bowls of leftover rice from this morning.

Then gave the little Taoist named A Xuan and Zhang Ruosu a bowl each.

I have to say that Zhang Ruosu's peppers are much better than those used by Wei Yuan before.

The deliciousness and spirituality contained in the flesh and blood of the big demon, and the spiciness of the pepper itself, are more perfectly integrated. The snow-white fish is spread on the rice, and then the soup is poured down. The noodles are a must.

However, the old rice that has been a little dry and hard after being left for a while is also very good, because the old rice has lost part of its moisture and is not as soft and glutinous as the freshly made rice, but it can absorb more soup.

The shiny dashi fills the gaps between the rice.

Even the white rice exudes the aroma of fish meat, and the spicy taste is irritating to the stomach. One chopstick after another, it is almost impossible to stop. Even the young Taoist who just felt that he was a bit guilty for eating the meat of this big monster couldn't bear it. After eating several bowls, I finally put down my chopsticks a little bit embarrassed.

Cannibalism has a soft mouth, and the little Taoist's favorability for Wei, who cooks himself, has risen rapidly.

No matter how you look at it, this doesn't seem like someone who will cause trouble.

When everyone was full, Zhang Ruosu asked while drinking tea:

When is Daoist ready to go?

It's not too late, let's go today.

Zhang Ruosu said: It's a bit early to leave today.

Wei Yuan said, Morning?

The old Taoist and the old god said freely: The poor Taoist counted his fingers. In a few days, it will be the Obon Festival of the Buddhist Temple of Sakurajima. The Motegi's house is the largest temple in Kyoto. They must have a big ceremony. Master Wei, when you arrive Just go, um, the fireworks show is actually pretty good.

On the Obon Festival of the Buddhist sect, visiting with the heads of the temple inheritors?

The little Taoist raised his head abruptly, and stared at his senior brother dumbfounded.

It was like meeting this celestial master for the first time.

This, this, who is the one who wants to make noise? !

Wei Yuan thought for a while, but still smiled and replied: Forget it, then I have to leave today, I haven't been to Sakura Island yet, I want to go around more, by the way, Zhang Daoyou, I asked you to do it. stuff, are you ready?

Seeing that Wei Yuan decided to leave today, Zhang Ruosu didn't force him, but just nodded.

Then ask the disciples to take out the two boxes, one is a little longer, the other is square, the one with Yoshiyuki Motegi's head in it, but it emits a strange smell, a bit disgusting, and a bit weird smell, Mixed up it's nauseating.

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, and he looked at the solemn old master with his hands in his sleeves:

What does it smell like?

It's too hot, the lime can't stop it, it's a bit rancid...

Tianshi, rotten things don't smell like this.

The old man was silent for a while, raised his head slightly, shifted his gaze and asked, Isn't it too hot in autumn?

This thing attracts mosquitoes and insects a bit, and the disciples who watched it couldn't stand it.

……so?

So the old man sprayed some toilet water.

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In the end, Wei Yuan still carried the weird box with the smell of lime, rancid smell, and the fragrance of Liushen toilet water, and boarded the plane to Sakurajima, and successfully passed the security check with illusion. Said: There is the owner of the labor and health hall.

Just when they set off, the old Taoist dragged the young Taoist again and muttered for a while.

The main idea is to keep an eye on the head guard, and never let him make any noise, but young Ah Xuan felt that the head guard, who was not much older than himself, seemed to be very kind and polite to others. He also cooks by himself, and takes the initiative to wash the dishes after eating. It doesn't seem like he can do things at all.

Obviously, the senior brother himself is even more unreliable.

He couldn't help sighing.

But the Heavenly Master ordered, so he had no choice but to follow.

Wei Yuan and Ah Xuan boarded the plane. Sakura Island is not far from Shenzhou. After arriving at Sakura Island, they rested for a day at the home of the lay disciples of the Tianshi Mansion. The next day the weather was fine. Wei Yuan woke up early, Ah Xuan originally thought that Wei Yuan would go directly to the temple in Kyoto to settle the matter, but he walked away in a blink of an eye, and Ah Xuan hurriedly called to him:

Master Wei, the direction is wrong.

Wei Yuan smiled and said, Why don't you go to Tokyo once you're here?

Besides, I have to buy something for those guys at home. I also go to Akihabara. There is a ghost in my house, and I like the things there. Wei Yuan thought of the water ghost's water escape, and the corners of his mouth twitched. , Looking at the drink in hand, I feel nauseated.

Going to Akihabara, of course, is nothing.

Ah Xuan thought that this senior was going to do something. Seeing this kind of thing, he breathed a sigh of relief and had no position to refuse. He hastened to catch up.

Arrived at Shinjuku Station in Tokyo by Shinkansen.

Then came Akihabara.

Such a bustling place left the little Taoist stunned and uncomfortable.

Some of the outfits also made him blush.

Wei Yuan wandered around, bought all the way, and casually introduced to the little Taoist what the things sold in these places were, which dazzled the little Taoist, and slowly hugged a bunch of things in his arms. At the end, he sat on the tram Walking slowly, when Wei Yuan raised his eyes and saw the words Kudanbei, Chiyoda District, he patted the little Taoist priest on the shoulder and motioned to get off the car.

A grand summer festival was held here some time ago, and there were a lot of tourists at that time.

There are still many stalls left.

Ah Xuan, who has never been down the mountain, can see the style completely different from that of Shenzhou.

Wei Yuan casually picked up a wooden knife, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, I think the masks are pretty good, should I buy two? The ghost mask, the mask of gods and Buddhas, and the mask of the white fox are all well-crafted. Compared with the products of Shenzhou, they are very interesting.

The young man remembered the occupation of the museum owner, suddenly realized, and said: Master Wei, do you want to buy some collections? I will buy it.

Because Wei Yuan doesn't understand Japanese, Ah Xuan had to negotiate.

Wei Yuan communicated through sign language, paid for a popsicle, A Xuanxiu's pure Yang body, and didn't eat these cold things on weekdays, so Wei Yuan just bought one, tore open the package, and looked at the boy over there The Taoist negotiated seriously, smiled slightly, stepped slightly sideways, followed the lights on both sides of the grand ceremony, and saw the shrine.

It seems to have been burned, but now it has been rebuilt, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter the surrounding area.

The breath of a weak soul can be felt inside.

Yasukuni.

Wei Yuan took a bite of the ice and was a little lost. He thought of the past.

'I have loved books, paintings, flowers, and beautiful people all my life, but my heart for you is not as good as my love for you, and my heart for you is not as good as my love for my family and country. I still have a life to come back and listen to you in the south of the Yangtze River, and I will never be parted again in this life; if I don't have the chance to come back, I can hear you singing anywhere in China. '

‘My generation shall be with my family and country. '

'I still remember that I ran past here many times when I was a child. Every morning, people from nearby villages would come here to sell vegetables, green vegetables, cabbage, very fresh, and frosted persimmons in winter. Old Chen’s. The soy sauce is here, and there is a small noodle restaurant over there. There are three tables for one person, two noodles, a small spoonful of soy sauce, very authentic. '

'I thought things like this would never change...'

The vivid Jiangnan City in Wan Qiniang's mouth is a young man who was once young and flamboyant.

In the end, it turned into cold, white names on the monument.

Wei Yuan bit the popsicle, his free hands formed seals.

With his way of doing, with his mana, what needs to be sealed is certainly not an ordinary spell.

The clear voice slowly fell from the bottom of my heart.

The flames are so hot, the light is flying; the flames are blowing out the wind, burning the wild and swallowing the mountains.

The essentials of peace——

The seventeenth law: spit flames!

Um? This is……

The law of earth evil? !

At the stall in front of him, the young Taoist who communicated with the vendor in the crappy Sakurajima language suddenly felt the mana fluctuations behind him so violently that it could be called violent to the sun, his pupils constricted, his scalp felt numb, he subconsciously took a few steps forward, and there was a sound of hula In the middle, the masks on the booth were scattered all over the place, and he hurriedly turned his head.

The violent flames, riding on the unparalleled wind, had already soared into the sky.

Completely engulfed the shrine.

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