Museum of Demons

The relaxed voice mixed into the wind and disappeared, except for the sea of ​​clouds on Longhu Mountain. Standing behind Wei Yuan, Zhang Ruosu looked at the young Taoist priest who was sitting cross-legged in front of him overlooking the clouds and mists of Dragon and Tiger. Neither of them spoke for a while.

Wei Yuan suddenly said: I say this, Zhang Daoyou, do you believe it?

Zhang Ruosu said calmly, It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not.

He stretched out his hand and gently brushed the cloud that was scattered into the room due to the wind and air current, and said:

All things are one, but they don't interfere with each other, and they go their own way. The old Taoist believes in the words of fellow Taoists, and it can't give you any comfort; but I don't believe it, and I can't make you lose anything. If this is the case, then do I believe it? Yes To you, is there any difference?

Wei Yuan said: Zhang Dao is friendly.

I've seen a lot of people, no matter how old they are, care a lot about what other people say.

Sometimes I feel very happy when I get a compliment.

Sometimes, just one or two words will make me feel uncomfortable for a long time.

Zhang Ruosu thought for a while, and said: This is because in the city below the mountain, people are too close to each other. There will be many hes in a person's world. No matter whether that person is willing or not, he will be affected by many people. influence, and our cultivation in this world is to find the real 'I'.

Probably, knowing what you really want.

Other people's words can't affect me no matter how many and complicated they are.

He gestured with a smile and said:

The world is too big, it's really too big, it's like a big supermarket with everything in it, you just want to go in and buy a piece of candy, but many people next to you tell you, this is good, you need to get some Take some, some of them are people you don't know, some are your parents, relatives.

Some are well-intentioned, and some are not so good. I hope you will fall down with too many things.

You will be affected, or in other words, people in this world are affected every day and are constantly shaped by the outside world. Each of us will have more or less traces of other people's lives. People who are too extreme will live It's not like yourself, but like someone who lives in someone else's mouth.

And cultivating the Tao is to find yourself in such a complicated world.

Know what you want, and remember that you don't want so many so-called good things that others give you. You just want a piece of candy.

Remember, don't forget.

I don't care how good or fancy you say, or waste a few catties of saliva, that has nothing to do with me, the poor way just want this thing, take it and leave, don't bother to procrastinate, happy and comfortable Yes, a lot of people say that those who practice Taoism so heartlessly and desires, that they look like stones, are immortals, and that's a bad idea.

The one who cultivates the Tao is actually a human being, the 'I'.

How can a man be turned into stone?

Know what you want, know what to do, laugh when you want to laugh, cry when you want to cry, know that my birth is in accordance with the principles of heaven and earth, and my death is in accordance with the principles of heaven and earth, know that I am shaped by all beings, know that I find myself This life is also in line with the principles of the universe.

There is no need to be happy in life, and there is nothing to be sad about in death. It is just the same law as the sun rises and the moon sets. This is probably the cultivation.

Wei Yuan said, What have you accomplished?

Zhang Ruosu smiled and said, The real me, the real person.

Everything is not stagnant in the heart, so even if you walk through the world of mortals, you can be at ease.

Wei Yuan said: Looking at it this way, what fellow Taoist said is far from what I said.

He stood up and watched the sea of ​​clouds churning in the distance. After a long time, he laughed at himself: Actually, I don't have much interest in rebuilding the mountain gate of Taiping Dao. Then something happened that made me feel like I was taking myself a little too much for granted.

When the current Taoists mention Taiping Dao, they will only remember the so-called Daoist of Taiping Dao.

The world has forgotten you.

You probably don't care.

But I don't agree.

Wei Yuan shook his head, didn't say much, just looked at Zhang Ruosu, and said:

Forget it, don't talk, don't talk, it's really meaningless to say.

Zhang Daoyou, farewell.

He tilted his neck and drank the tea in the cup.

Then he took a step forward and fell from the sea of ​​clouds. His black hair was tied into a bun with a wooden hairpin. The hair was trimmed to float, but the wide-sleeved Taoist robe was covered with a mountain of clear wind and white clouds. The crane emptied, and the Taoist tapped his toe on a falling white feather and paused slightly.

The Qi machine instantly circulated above the feathers.

The body seemed to have no weight, and it rose into the air again with the help of the wind.

The wide sleeves are fluttering, the sky is bright and the sea of ​​clouds.

Between the blue sky and the sea of ​​clouds, there is a Taoist.

On the upper level of the main hall of Longhu Mountain, the old man in a gray Taoist robe looked calm and peaceful.

Below the mountain is the world.

The steel jungle of modern technology in the distance still shows unprecedented prosperity.

………………

After a while, Zhang Ruosu suddenly let out a big breath, and his shoulders slumped slightly.

He raised his hand to cover his heart, gasping for breath.

The old man's forehead twitched.

This boy, what he said is true?!

Immeasurable that Heavenly Venerable.

Scared the old man to death.

The old Taoist sat down bit by bit, clutching his chest, and managed to let out his breath. Almost a hundred years of Taoism and deeds were broken, and the monks almost uttered dirty words, but in fact they didn't reveal their secrets at the beginning Son, it's all because I was so surprised that I was stunned at the time.

However, great virtuous teachers and disciples.

What does it mean...

Passed down from generation to generation.

Or……

Zhang Ruosu couldn't help thinking, and suddenly heard a voice from afar, saying, By the way, I almost forgot something, fellow Daoist Zhang, put this thing with you first, and I'll pick it up later, please, thank you.

Said something directly wrapped in the wind and flew over from a distance.

Zhang Ruosu raised his hand and grabbed it.

Then he was stunned, and found that it was a mobile phone, and it was the kind specially used by the Shenzhou Special Operations Group. He held the mobile phone, and the mobile phone vibrated, and then a navigation sound sounded, saying:

This navigation has ended. The distance is 230 kilometers. You have seriously speeded on 141 road sections in total. You have violated the forest protection law and crossed 76 undisclosed mountain forest road sections. The navigation reminds you to drive safely and be humane. Has.

We suspect that you have illegally modified a humanoid vehicle.

The nearest police station has been contacted for you.

Hey, the Longhushan Police Station is connecting...

Zhang Ruosu: ...

? ? !

The old man looked at the three-digit number that he dialed on his own initiative.

He looked at Wei, who had already gone to nowhere with the wind in the blink of an eye.

He looked down at the phone again.

fell silent.

I see……

……………………

Wei Yuan touched the sweat on his forehead.

Successfully handed over the mobile phone to the old Taoist priest. Only he can open the mobile phone, and Zhang Ruosu can only use it to answer the phone. The main reason is that he has to go back and forth several times over a long distance. It might be troublesome, and he has no time to deal with it now, so he had to hand it over to Zhang Ruosu.

Wei Yuan silently apologized to the old celestial master in his heart, and then followed the connection with the nine-section stick, and rushed to the place where the Taoist master of Taiping Road was killed before.

There are nine sticks that suppress the Qimen Liujia formation, and the time is not too long.

This place is almost exactly the same as when Wei Yuan left.

After getting rid of Yueqing Lin, before he had time to tap what was there, he went to Longhu Mountain in a hurry. Wei Yuan burned Yueqing Lin into ashes with a flame-breathing curse, and let the wind blow him Roll it up and throw it into the forest, and then walk into the place where the monks of the Taiping Dao practiced hard.

Spent a while, rummaging around.

I only found a few Taoist scriptures, some pills and talismans, and a few good magic tools.

There is no way, Taiping Dao has a history of thousands of years, and in this era, Yueqinglin is messing around everywhere, causing a lot of troubles, and at the same time, it has also consumed a lot of money, which is not very rich. Wei Yuan thinks these things are serious. Put it away carefully, especially one of the files that records the monks of the Taiping Ministry of generations is even more solemn.

Then he swept his gaze across this small place of cultivation, and when he was about to leave, he paused slightly.

A concealed small formation was found.

After hesitating for a while, Wei Yuan stretched out his hand. Although he didn't understand formations, he could use the magic method of restraining qi to directly cut off the connection between the formations and the outside air, making this small formation that has existed for an unknown amount of time It collapsed, revealing the contents inside, Wei Yuan's eyes fell and he was slightly startled, it was a feather fan that had already faded and withered.

The moment the lupine came into contact with the outside world, it collapsed and turned into powder.

It contained the aura of true spirit that belonged exclusively to Wei Yuan.

Then it fell into his hands.

……………………

I am already old...

Years go by, ideas go by, the former young Taoist has become an old man with white hair and wrinkles on his face.

He actually didn't understand.

Obviously my body is the weakest of all, but why my life expectancy is the longest.

At his age.

The unwillingness and pain in the past have all turned into shallow regrets.

The old man quietly watched the sunset slowly fall. Once a person becomes old, he will start to recall the past. This may be because, the further we go, the fewer and fewer people will be with us. Until the end, our past It was turbulent, but when I opened my eyes, I was alone in reality.

In the village in the afternoon, even the dust has a lazy and stuffy feeling.

A group of luxuriously dressed people passed by, and one of the imposing men noticed that his temperament was different from the ordinary people around him, so he dismounted and came over, and asked politely: Old man, are you from the Shu region?

Seeing that the old man didn't speak, he didn't feel embarrassed. He smiled and introduced himself:

I'm the official historian of the imperial court. I came here to check things. I just saw that the old man is very handsome. I want to ask him something.

court...

Wei now? No, it was promoted.

The old man's thoughts were a little slow.

The handsome young man smiled and said, I see you are not young, old man, and you live in Sichuan.

I don't know, have you ever seen someone?

who?

Zhuge Wuhou.

When he heard this name, the peaceful old man seemed to be in a daze.

Kong Ming...

So you have seen him?

The official historian from Jin's eyes lit up, and without ambiguity, he sat down on the stone next to the old man quickly, and said with a smile, Can I trouble you to talk about it? The most profound part of his memory.

He stroked the white feather fan with his palm.

I can't stop remembering it.

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The story starts from that year.

The winter of the first year of Zhongping.

This year, the great virtuous teacher passed away.

But the last flame of the Yellow Turban, engulfed by the troubled times, arrived in the Land of Langya with the Book of Heaven.

Langya Yangdu.

That year, Langya had a child who was just three years old, his mother died, and his father was an official outside.

The surname is Zhuge.

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