Museum of Demons

Kunlun Mountains are located in the northwest of China.

Quanzhou is in the southeast.

Therefore, when Wei Yuan returned to Quanzhou from Kunlun Mountain, he must pass through the land of Shu, and the Wuhou Temple, at least the one in the eyes of ordinary people, is in the land of Shu, and it is connected with Liu Xuande's tomb. Buildings.

Wei Yuan stood in Shu.

Now it is quite prosperous here, compared with the remaining impression in memory.

Wei Yuan was not used to it for a while.

The lively and bustling modern city, with fashionable men and women, does not match the atmosphere of visiting old friends. Wei Yuan glanced in the direction of Wuhou Temple from a distance, and seriously considered whether to have a hot pot first, and then a bowl of ice powder. Finally, I will bring a hot pot takeaway to Wuhou Temple.

With that guy's character.

If he was still alive, seeing himself going in with a sad face, he would definitely laugh hard.

Maybe even carry a zither to a book of poetry.

Wuhou Temple will be closed at eight o'clock in the evening. Wei Yuan didn't go in during the day, and only picked up a bag of things at night, and walked slowly to the front of Wuhou Temple. Some tourists also walked out slowly.

A couple walked out with a twelve or thirteen-year-old child.

Do you know where this is?

Of course I know, Zhuge Liang.

The young man walked forward unsteadily, reciting a poem casually: Great achievements cover the three parts of the country, and the name becomes the Eight Arrays.

The river flows and the stone does not turn, but the regret is lost and swallowed Wu.

The child's mother smiled and encouraged him:

Recite one more song, and if you recite another song, I will give you delicious food later.

ah……

When the boy heard that he had to recite another poem, his face was full of reluctance, but his eyes lit up slightly when he heard that there was food to eat. , the juniper forest is dense and the iron is dry, pedestrians point to Dingjun Mountain, the moon is dark and the sky is cloudy and the drums are heard...

This is a relatively small poem, with a total of eight lines.

So it was a bit difficult for the kid to memorize it.

After talking for a while, I finally recited the last two sentences:

I come to dismount and worship the barren hills. I have been the first-rate for three generations.

Mianzhu Zhan Yu is still dead.

One is loyal and strong.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he just heard someone say that Zhuge Liang's eldest son and eldest grandson were all killed in the battle in Shu. Only then did he remember the last two sentences. , I saw the proud eyes of my parents approving, and the surprise of the adults next to me.

I feel that the evening wind blowing on my face is warm and comfortable.

He enjoys this feeling very much.

When he turned around, he suddenly saw a young man standing next to him, and seeing that young man's face, the boy who was immersed in complacency froze for a moment.

Then I was dragged forward by my parents. There were two children in front of me, holding two toys, one holding Zhuge Liang's feather fan, and the other holding Monkey King's golden cudgel, fighting and playing there.

Pedestrians join the crowd.

The crowd poured into the streets again, back into the city.

The staff closed the door of Wuhou Temple.

He turned his head and saw that the young uncle was gone, but the scene he just saw was still in his mind. At the entrance of a scenic spot where tourists enjoyed themselves, only that man had a saying on his face. The sadness that can't come out is obviously very young, but just now I feel like an old man who has lost everything.

He turned his head again and again, his mother patted his head and said with a smile:

What else are you looking at?

It's closed.

But……

Let's not talk about that, what do you want to eat today? Seeing that you are doing well, you can just mention it.

Then...then let's have another hot pot meal.

I want two bowls of ice powder, a bowl of brown sugar pearls, and a piece of crispy meat.

Do you eat hot pot or snacks? You will be full after eating these.

The boy's eyes were clear and he was quite happy. He had long forgotten about the young man who was different from others just now. On the child's shoulders should be the breeze and the moon, orioles and willow leaves, and all kinds of good things. It's fun to eat.

He was only twelve after all.

…………

The staff closed the Wuhou Temple, got on the bike and left.

But this does not mean that there is no one in Wuhou Temple.

For some reason, even if it is closed, there are still some Taoist priests who specialize in looking after and protecting the ancestral hall, and they will patrol here at night.

Wei Yuan looked at the ancestral hall and walked in. His invisibility became more and more proficient. Although there were people coming and going around, no one could detect any signs. The Wuhou Temple in the night was very quiet, except for Wei Yuan. The sound of footsteps sounded steadily.

He hesitated for a while, but still walked into Zhuge Liang's hall.

Looking up at the clay sculptures in Jingyuan Hall.

It's a very strange feeling. Obviously in that era, I was older, and obviously the young man promised to provide for himself in the old age, and said that future generations also have their own incense, but look at it now, that smiles and waves The young man gradually drifted away, and suddenly turned into words in history.

The smell of incense burns directly into the person.

At this time, Wei Yuan will have a complicated feeling.

On weekdays, there are birds chirping, cicadas chirping, computers and mobile phones, people talking, and even the clang and clang of a green leather train passing the rails. The world is so hot and busy that people have no time to recall it. , incense, and the statue of the feather fan scarf in front of him will truly remind him of the passage of time.

The years are really past and will never come back again.

The young man who would carry the piano and sing the Book of Songs at his door would never come back a long time ago.

Wei Yuan took out something from the plastic bag he brought, put it in front of the statue of Zhuge Wuhou, picked up a few sticks of incense from the table next to him, shook his hand casually, let the incense light up, inserted it into the incense burner, He clapped the incense ash on his hands and said:

Yes, I still have to burn the last stick of incense for you.

Stay old.

You're raising a fart for me.

He couldn't help muttering: I saw that you were gone back then, and your hair turned gray overnight. Do you know that you lost more than ten years of life, tell me, how can you compensate me? That is, I was good-tempered back then. Now, if I pull out your soul, I will also chop you up.

They said they wanted to go back to Nanyang, but they didn't go back. They said they wanted to give me a pension, but they didn't.

He was rambling on something, lowered his head to arrange things on the table, and in a trance, there was still the smiling young man in front of him, Wei Yuan paused, and said softly: However, you can rest assured that Yan Han still exists. of.

I think it's at least a consolation to you.

He seemed to hear voices.

He raised his head, and there was only a clay sculpture in front of him.

There was a moment of silence.

Wei Yuan took out a fruit, put it down gently, and said:

The reeds in Nanyang are still there. This fruit is from the tree you planted back then.

I read it.

When you were growing up, I carved marks on it with a dagger. Now those marks are still there. The reeds are alright, but the grass is too much and too wet. I will clean it up next year, and the fruit will be ripe next year. I'll come and see you again.

I'll take your fan first, and I won't return it to you.

I'll wait for you to come to me in person someday.

He looked at the surrounding environment, stood up, opened the door and left. In fact, Wei Yuan had already felt the familiar atmosphere in this Wuhou Temple. At first, he hoped that it was the boy back then, but after entering, he realized that it was not at all. .

In fact, it can't be, he is similar to Zhang Jiao, he died of the backlash of heaven.

Not far from here is the Huiling Mausoleum of Liu Xuande, Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty.

Wei Yuan followed his breath and walked to the west side of the main hall.

The main hall is Liu Bei and Liu Xuande, the east hall is Zhuge Wuhou, and the west hall is Guan Yu and Zhang Fei.

Wei Yuan walked to the west hall, looked at the two mighty generals, and nodded clearly. There was a fence around to prevent tourists from touching the statues. Wei Yuan put one hand on the fence, turned over neatly, and shot Pat the dust off his body, and then Yufeng blows all the dust off the table.

He put the wine bottle on the table again, and looked at the statue of Guan Yu over there.

Sure enough, it was him, or rather, he.

After all, this is Liu Xuande's mausoleum.

Wei Yuan once used Crouching Tiger's exclusive magical power when contacting Jue in Huangquan.

But it is rarely used anymore.

Knock with your fingers——

Exorcism.

In an instant, an unpredictable air swept across the entire Wuhou Temple.

Wei Yuan raised his head and said softly, General Guan, the old man is here.

Can I have a drink?

PS: Today's update... It's not working, sorry, I have to lie on the bed and adjust my schedule.

If this continues like this, maybe it will pass Σ(|||▽|||), the last time I asked for leave was on the 3rd, and I persisted for 13 days (vomiting blood),