Museum of Demons

In the largest extraordinary practice temple in Kyoto.

The host Motegi Qingyan sat down on the ground facing the back, his face was full of pain, and he was speechless.

Many monks were shocked or frightened or angry.

And that head that was pickled by the old heavenly master just stared straight ahead in a daze, without a trace of its original high-spirited appearance, and people who are not familiar with it can't even recognize whose head it is , After several breaths, the woman in kimono screamed and exclaimed. With the sound of weapons whistling, monks went straight forward one by one.

The atmosphere immediately chilled.

Mogi Qingyan raised his hand to stop him and said, Stop.

His face was distorted, but he was able to calm himself down, slowly raised his head, and said:

It's also possible that my son did something wrong.

It has been more than two years since he left the temple to travel and practice Shugendao.

What exactly happened needs further verification, but at least, at least today is the Obon Festival, Buddhism is vast, and there are many distinguished guests today, so we can't see blood on this day.

This is exactly the same guess as the old celestial master Zhang Ruosu's reaction to Brother Yingjima.

This can be tolerated.

Without changing his face, Wei Yuan poured himself another glass of wine.

Mogi Qingyan picked up Mogi Yoshiyuki's head, tremblingly put it in the box, and returned to the inner room. Such a picture, unwilling to fight on this special day, but enduring the humiliation for the good of everyone, made Wei Yuan There is an illusion that he is the villain.

In this respect, they really are experts.

Wei Yuan drank slowly.

But the rest of the monks around, the onmyoji, obviously had no better attitude towards these two Taoists who were obviously provocative. They kept scanning the two of them, and finally an onmyoji gave a cold snort and slammed it heavily on the table with a wine glass in his hand. , said: Two Taoists who were born in China.

I want to have a superb talent.

Since you are here today, how can you not show your hands?

I've already wanted to see whether your Taoism is better or my Yin-Yang technique is better.

As soon as such words were said, the monks around were all excited. Those young people were full of blood, and some people with profound Taoism also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to connect with the Motegi family. Besides, there were only two young Taoist priests. How good is it?

Since Wei Yuan came today, he didn't plan to throw his head away and leave.

Motegi Aonobu hid in the back room and never came out again, apparently intending to just stare at the development of the situation.

Wei Yuan didn't care, and was about to make a move.

The little Taoist A Xuan stood up first.

He turned his head and said in a low voice: Weiguan..., Daoist Wei, there is no reason to let the main force come first even if you kick the gymnasium. Let Xiaodao come in the first game. Besides, the previous incident, brother Blame me for not being able to make a move, this time I will definitely make a move.

Wei Yuan asked, Are you sure?

Ah Xuan did some calculations, and his heart beat a little, and he said in a low voice:

The magic power of many people here seems to be similar to Xiaodao.

Looking around, I thought of what my senior brother said on the phone, he had already said hello, so he regained his confidence, puffed out his chest, and said confidently: However, don't worry, Master Wei, Xiaodao is also a little bit sure .”

Seeing that Ah Xuan seemed very confident, Wei Yuan nodded and let him make a move.

Ah Xuan walked out, gave a little courtesy to the door, and said:

Xiaodao Zhang Ruoxuan.

The onmyoji was already in his thirties, got up as well, just nodded, announced his name, held a talisman, and jumped onto the practice field next to the monastery, his movements were nimble, while Ah Xuan walked over obediently, He pleaded guilty as he walked, with an apologetic face.

Wei Yuan looked at it, and felt relieved about the result of the competition.

As Ah Xuan himself said, he is similar in mana to that onmyoji.

However, Shenzhou values ​​Taoism more.

The two came to the stage, Wei Yuan took out his mobile phone casually, thought for a while, and decided to send a message to Zhang Ruosu. Seeing the onmyoji performing onmyoji, he summoned shikigami and attacked Ah Xuan.

The boy just took a step forward, and easily dodged like a prophet.

That spell was like a tiger, tearing at the young man's neck.

But he was directly stretched out and pinched the three inches of soft flesh on the back of his neck, and then with a flick of his hand, the powerful yin and yang technique just now was directly shaken away, changing into yin and yang, and still entangled on Ah Xuan's fingers, Wei Yuan Shaking his head, although the mana is the same, there are too many differences in the use of Taoism.

The little master uncle of Longhushan.

He was raised by a contemporary celestial master.

If this Taoism can't be done like it is now, Wei Yuan will actually doubt what Zhang Ruosu taught.

Next, Ah Xuan won three games in a row. In the first game, the Onmyoji's Yin-Yang technique was broken by him directly, and he ended up in embarrassment. The second scene was a muscular monk holding a long spear. The young man wrapped his whisk around the blade of the gun. With just a sweep, the gun went straight through the wall and flew to nowhere.

However, Ah Xuan still had an apologetic face, so the monk had no choice but to go down the mountain angrily to find his own gun.

The third is a shrine maiden.

It's a pity that Longhu Mountain exorcises gods and ghosts. In his eyes, the gods here are just means similar to those of immortals. Zen has a prohibition against showing supernatural powers in front of ordinary people, and Longhu Mountain also has a prohibition. Without the upper body, the upper body is not a righteous god.

Even Chumaxian was regarded as crooked by this talisman altar.

Not to mention one of these eight million gods.

Ah Xuan almost seemed to have seen a mouse's cat, and almost took out the talisman on the spot to take the god away.

Then seal it directly into the wine jar.

This kind of housekeeping method of the Dragon and Tiger Zongtan made all the gods and servants of the shrine feel cold, and refused to go up, even if the little Taoist finally bowed and apologized, and sincerely handed over the talisman that sealed the god's soul , the faces over there were pale with fright, and they were speechless.

In the end, everyone could see that this little Taoist priest was sophisticated, and no one wanted to have trouble with him, and those who thought they were sophisticated were all in their forties or fifties, and they didn't want to argue with this thirteen or fourteen-year-old little Taoist priest. Ah Xuan took a deep breath, swept around, and said politely:

Don't you know there is an onmyoji from the He Mao family?

When the voice came out, everyone looked to one side in astonishment. There were many onmyojis sitting there, and they didn't talk to other people. Abe Seimei once studied at Ka Mo's house. It can be seen that this lineage has profound attainments in onmyoji. Today, there are The great Onmyoji who was 130 years old and the contemporary God of Onmyoji, He Mao Xingluo, was present.

He Maoxingluo opened his eyes, and said in a calm tone:

Xiao Daoist, do you want to try with someone from my lineage?

Ah Xuan shook his head, he could feel the horror of the old onmyoji opposite him, the next thing is for the guard to kick the guard, it is a little bit to help remove some obstacles, the main thing is not to provoke the guard to blow up , he always felt that the stronger the opponent, the more things the guard master could do.

Therefore, if the strongest ones are excluded in advance, the upper limit of the guard's troubles will be suppressed.

The young Taoist's eyes were bright, as if he saw the peaceful daily life.

Besides, how old is my senior brother.

A few young people came, and they might not know that the senior brother had greeted them, so they said politely:

The little Taoist wants to try his hands with you.

On the opposite side was a great onmyoji with a high level of cultivation. Ah Xuan had no intention of fighting hard on his own. He raised his hand and made the five-thunder method that his senior brother told him. Shen Xiaolei's finger.

He Mao Xingluo originally planned to send a disciple up.

See the posture of the young Taoist priest.

His expression slowly froze.

………………

He Mao Xingluo still remembered things from his youth.

He has eaten mermaid meat, and he has lived for more than 130 years. There are too many things buried in memory, so long ago that those seniors don't know. He is called the Great Onmyoji, or the The god of Onmyoji is not inferior to Abe Seimei.

But back then, the most talented person in He Mao's family wasn't him.

His elder brother is truly called the genius that the entire Kamo family is expected to surpass Abe.

Once went to the battlefield to experience.

And come back alive.

After experiencing the cruel battlefield, his comprehension of Onmyoji is also constantly improving, and he soon surpassed his family clan. There are not many people in the entire He Mao family who can surpass him, and everything is logical, just as everyone expected.

Then, when this master was in his twenties, a young Taoist priest around seventeen came to challenge him. One person and one sword pierced through the entire school of Onmyoji. The head of the family, dressed in a Taoist robe of blue-gray cloth, and an iron sword with a bandage on the hilt, is a living nightmare.

The rain can't wash away the blood.

Hundreds of onmyojis dare not act rashly.

Let him walk out.

At that time, He Maoxingluo, who was only six years old, had cold hands and feet. Seeing that his elder brother, who was not inferior to Abe Seimei, had his head cut off, he was extremely angry and stopped the Taoist, but the latter did not attack him.

He Mao Xingluo said angrily:

Who are you?!

Me? Dragon and Tiger.

The dragon and tiger that overwhelm the world!

He Maoxingluo murmured: We, we haven't heard of it at all.

The young Taoist with a calm demeanor put his sword on his shoulder, put his hands on the sword, and said with a smile:

Now, you've heard it.

What?

Raising his hand and pointing at him, the sword aura slashed straight from the torii gate to the backyard. There was an endless crackling sound, and he cut He Maozong in half. The sword aura was directly in front of He Maoxingluo's eyebrows. , as soft as the wind, He Maoxingluo took two steps back, then sat directly on the ground, speechless for a while.

The young Taoist withdrew his sword finger, and said in a calm tone:

The He Mao family has made great achievements in suppressing Yin and Yang, and it's not easy for a thousand years.

Keep your ethics.

It's good to do it for yourself.

walk away.

Such a scene turned into He Mao Xingluo's nightmare, which has not dissipated for a hundred years.

He Mao Xingluo took a deep breath, looked at the young Taoist who was about to use the divine thunder method, almost like a nightmare revived, when the talisman was drawn, the palm that was as stable as cast iron trembled slightly, he said: You... are from Longhushan?

Ah Xuan nodded and said, Exactly.

He Mao Xingluo was silent for a while, and suddenly said: This time, my He Mao family will not participate in this matter.

The surrounding onmyojis were all stunned, but He Mao Xingluo looked at Ah Xuan and said:

What is the relationship between the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain and the Taoist priest?

Ah Xuan replied, It's senior brother.

Yeah……

He Mao Xingluo whispered and closed his eyes.

That was not the last time he saw the young Taoist.

Later... Later I heard that the young Taoist walked and killed all the way.

Under the long sword, human heads rolled.

Those who were killed by him seemed to have been sent to the Yasukuni Society.

Until the end, the young Taoist directly entered the largest shrine in Sakurajima with his sword, and took the imperial wine that was sacrificed in front of Amaterasu, and drank it with his neck up.

At that time the tide rose.

The young Taoist broke out of the encirclement with a big laugh.

Drenched in blood, drinking with his neck up.

Yu Jian crosses the East China Sea.

The sword screams, fencing is singing.

That poem could be sung by monk Sakurajima at that time, but not many people know it now. He Maoxingluo fell into silence and recalled, and couldn't help whispering:

Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu hook is bright with frost and snow.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like shooting stars.

Killing a person in ten steps will never stop a thousand miles away.

Hello.

I don't know how the old friend is...

Thinking about it, it was still the same as before, unrestrained and unrestrained, which made people hate deeply, but admired.

………………

Uncle, why are you drinking again?!

On Longhu Mountain, a certain gray-haired celestial master had an accident.

Sit honestly on the bench.

The Taoist who was more than fifty years younger than him, but looked about the same age as him, or even older than him, pointed at his nose and said loudly: You old man, you are one hundred and forty years old. Years old, high blood pressure and high blood lipids are gone, and you still drink alcohol, do you still want to run for high blood sugar?!

The old celestial master looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose: I won't.

I don't eat sugar.

The old Taoist priest named Shou Ke was stunned: Don't eat?

The old heavenly master answered honestly:

I ate too much when I was young, but now I eat too much, and my teeth hurt.

Shou Ke asked, When you were young?

Zhang Ruosu thought for a while, and said, Just when you were your age.

??!

Zhang Shouke was furious. He snatched the wine hidden by Zhang Ruosu, lifted the quilt of the old Taoist priest to find two bottles of beer, and took out half a bottle of white from under the bed. The money you can spend every month will be deducted for another four months, and I will let you drink!

Wait until his master and nephew rushed away angrily.

Zhang Ruosu was silent.

Then he showed a smug smile.

Look at the nose with the eyes, and watch the heart with the nose.

Holding the teacup, he took a sip of 'tea'.

Hmph, you're still young if you want to play tricks with the old Taoist priest.

Zhang Ruosu happily drank Tianshi Happy Tea, then turned on the phone, preparing for a passionate and exciting battle, and then saw a new message, not from Ah Xuan, but from someone who used clay pots as Avatar man.

Zhang Ruosu's right eyelid twitched.

Zhang Daoyou, I want to set off a firework.

The movement may be a little louder.

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