Museum of Demons

On Jiangnan Road, somewhere in a secret research institute.

The news on the screen keeps playing, and the content that has been played the most is that the Taoist flicked his sleeves, the legendary Kunlun Mountain appeared in the clouds, and then the ferocious dragon and beast chanted. Riding a white crane and rushing to Yaochi, it seems that the myth is coming again.

A gentle-looking middle-aged man stared at the picture with piercing eyes.

After a long time, he let out a low breath.

Sit back in the chair.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, feeling the rapid beating of his heart.

This is the power of monks.

'There are gods and practitioners in the world. '

This is what he heard from someone when he was a child.

After searching for half his life, he finally locked on the target - if there are legends and real miracles in the land of China, then there must be one there. In it, the Milky Way in the sky is reproduced, the five lakes and the four seas are reproduced, the twelve golden men cast by the soldiers of the world, and the classics of the seven kingdoms are collected.

It is a classic that has not been destroyed by various wars in later generations.

There must be the practice methods of ancient Confucianism and Mohism in it.

The researcher looked at the paused picture on the screen, looked at the Daoist Zhenxiu on it, the eminent monk of Buddhism, took out his mobile phone, and typed a line, Be ready at any time, the official development will start in about a month, and you must be free at that time. It's time', sent it to the group at once, put away the phone, dragged the progress bar back and forth, watched the news screen, and finally couldn't help but feel excited, and chanted loudly:

Set up a heart for the heaven and earth, a life for the living and the people, a legacy for the saints, and peace for all generations!

I am good at raising my awe-inspiring spirit!

The middle-aged man looked excited.

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound from behind.

The man's expression froze.

Action about solidification.

Turning his head slowly, he saw the student he was leading standing at the door, holding a cup of coffee. He didn't know whether to come in or go out. One teacher and one apprentice looked at me and I looked at you, caught in an unspeakable In silence.

after a long time,

The middle-aged man coughed and said without changing his face:

You are here, come in.

You should not have come.

The graduate student twitched his mouth and said, I'm here.

But I'm still here.

Well, come in, don't stand around outside.

The two of them did not change their expressions, tacitly acting as if nothing had happened just now, but outside the window, there were a few crows, and then they flapped their wings and flew into the gradually darkening night, and finally landed on the ground of a young man. On the shoulder, under the dim yellow sunset, this bird exudes the color of wood.

This is an organ bird.

……………………

Wei Yuan looked at the line on the phone, and whispered in his heart, one month...

Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

He closed his eyes slightly, as if he saw the majestic and heroic emperor looking at the world ambitiously back then, and he smiled and said to himself that he wanted to share the dream of one country under the world. Like a dream, Wei Yuan touched the jade dragon pendant on his waist with his palm, and said to himself, the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

he thought.

Will there be terracotta warriors and horses from the Qin Dynasty in it?

Could it be that while walking inside, he suddenly saw the terracotta figurine that belonged to him?

The outermost layer is only the terracotta warriors of the regular army.

There are also general figurines inside.

And... the Black Ice Terrace.

No matter how the later generations are, at least, when the terracotta warriors and horses were preparing, Zhang Han was still loyal to the Great Qin Dynasty. So, will there be Zhang Han's terracotta warriors in it? Thoughts surged in his heart one after another, Wei Yuan stretched out his hand to touch the iron eagle emblem on the hilt of the Eight-faced Han Sword, feeling calm and complicated in his heart.

………………

Tiantai sect.

The young monk in black robes got up silently.

Hui Kong had a bitter expression on his face. The young-looking patriarch in front of him, since he came back, his expression was not quite right. Looking at this action now, he planned to go down the mountain directly. He wanted to stop him, but he didn't know how When I opened my mouth, I knew in my heart that no matter how I opened my mouth, the patriarch would definitely go down the mountain and leave. Feeling disappointed, he said:

Patriarch, are you going down the mountain?

Dao Yan said in a calm voice:

Yes... I have doubts in my heart, so I have to go down the mountain to find out the answer in my heart.

Then where are you going?

Go to the world.

When are you coming back.

Dao Yan looked at his disciple calmly with both eyes, and replied: This place is also in the world.

No going, no returning.

to the world.

This is also the world.

I am in the world, so naturally I don't have the concept of going and returning.

Hui Kong didn't know how to respond to such a sentence, but felt that this patriarch who had practiced Zen for a hundred years seemed to have undergone a certain change, from a plain and indifferent god to a human again, with obsessions and thoughts, he didn't know For better or worse.

After Huikong sighed in his heart, he said in a soft voice, I would like to ask the Patriarch to have a good rest tonight, then silently backed away and left the monk's room, Daoyan beat the wooden fish, and silently recited the Diamond Sutra.

Take out the monk's bowl that the doctor gave him back then.

Taking advantage of the night, push away the monk's room.

Dressed in the moonlight, he paced down the mountain.

In the monk's room, there was a tranquility again. The inside was clean and tidy, everything seemed to be just right, the drawers were tightly fitted, and the books were neatly stacked.

Only the moonlight poured in through the cracks in the windows, adding a bit of tranquility.

The house gradually returned to tranquility.

suddenly,

The monk's room was opened at once.

A handsome young monk in black with no expression on his face, walked into the monk's room, opened the drawer of the cabinet, the left side was empty, but there was a handful of pine nuts on the right, he put away all the pine nuts, and ensured that the drawer on the left It is exactly the same as the right drawer, not even a speck of dust.

Only then did I feel relieved in my heart.

nodded.

Turn around and go down the hill.

………………

On the second day, because of Ah Xuan's instructions.

After Wei Yuan got up early in the morning, he set off for Longhu Mountain.

He also specially brought a large thermos cup.

After arriving at Longhu Mountain, I saw Ah Xuan with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, even the traces of flames between his brows were wilted, listless, seeing Wei Yuan, the little Taoist seemed to have finally found a straw, and stepped forward , stretched out his hand to pull Wei Yuan's cuff, and hurriedly said: Guardian Master Wei, go quickly.

Brother, they...

Wei Yuan's face was calm: Don't worry, their cultivation base is very high, it doesn't matter.

The little Taoist was on the verge of crying: Marshal Zhao is fine.

But senior brother, he and Guan Shengdijun have been drinking until now.

Wei Yuan grinned.

Have been drinking until now?

That's really enough to drink...

He comforted the little Taoist, saying: Don't worry, they can dissolve this little wine by themselves.

The little Taoist A Xuan said blankly: But last night, they drank all the wine used for the altar on the mountain. They were so drunk that they didn't use any power to rescue them. When the spirit of alcohol came up, they didn't care about anything. Now they just run away. I went to the back kitchen, found the cooking wine, and now I’m starting to drink it.”

Wei Yuan's smile faltered.

Um? What?

Drink cooking wine?

He reacted.

Cooking wine? ! ! !

Wei Yuan's eyes widened, and he swiped it directly to Yufeng, and rushed to the back kitchen of Longhushan - the secret cooking wine of Longhushan. He still wanted to talk, but the figure of the guard master disappeared in front of his eyes, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

In the end, Wei Yuan managed to save half a bottle of cooking wine.

Then untie the large stainless steel thermos bottle that you carry with you.

Let Ah Xuan find three bowls.

Gudu Gudu poured three bowls of hangover soup.

Passed it to Zhao Xuantan and Guan Yunchang, and said politely: Marshal Zhao, General Guan, please use it.

Then he handed the last bowl to Zhang Ruosu.

The old Taoist belched his wine and waved his hands: No, I won't drink it, and I'm not drunk, what hangover soup should I drink?

Don't drink, don't drink.

Ah Xuan couldn't persuade him. When he was having a headache, a black figure jumped up and landed on the stone table, stepping on the snow with four paws. It was a civet cat that had been raised on Longhu Mountain for hundreds of years. Licking his paw, one paw was stuck with hangover soup, and pushed slightly in the direction of the old Taoist priest.

Zhang Laodao hiccupped and waved his hands.

The black cat stretched out its paw expressionlessly.

The pads popped out with sharp claws.

Zhang Ruosu picked up the ceramic bowl and raised his neck.

Ton ton ton ton!

The black cat nodded in satisfaction.

The old Taoist exhaled, his morality is already extremely high, and he is invulnerable to all poisons, let alone a mere drunk. I've already drank it, so it's not a waste.

Several people changed places again.

Wei Yuan took out a pocket from his cuff and handed it over.

Zhang Ruosu opened it to take a look, and found that there were soil and spiritual materials packed in different categories. He was taken aback for a moment, and then came back to his senses, knowing that these were the seeds and soil of the mountain and sea world that he had agreed with Wei Yuan before. To conduct research in the human world, it is best to create spiritual plants in the human world and create artificial spiritual lands.

This is of great significance and value to the promotion of cultivation methods.

Zhang Ruosu thanked him, and said doubtfully, That's right, Master Wei.

Didn't you say that Hutian supernatural power consumes too much mana, so you can't use it easily?

How did this seed come from?

Wei Yuan was silent for a while, and said, I had a mount at that time.

Zhang Ruosu recalled that when he was teaching the Fa, the dragon beast with red scales seemed to be fluctuating in luck, and suddenly realized something, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked at Wei Yuan: At that time, it was...

Wei Yuan nodded affirmatively:

Picking vegetables.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the majestic dragon beast lurks in the clouds and changes constantly. In fact, it is picking vegetables and digging soil in the Yaochi. This contrast made the old Taoist daze for a long time. You said you have something to talk to Guan today?

Wei Yuan nodded and said, Yes, I haven't thanked General Guan and Marshal Xuantan for their help.

Guan Yunchang closed his eyes and said flatly: It's just a matter of raising your hands.

Zhao Gongming said with a smile: I'm supposed to be from the same family. Naturally, this kind of thing is duty-bound.

Wei Yuan said: I also had a headache before, and there is nothing good to repay.

However, there was an unexpected harvest yesterday.

Neither me nor Zhang Daoyou is useless, but it is a little bit useful to the two of you.

Zhang Ruosu was slightly stunned, and suddenly realized, he stroked his beard and smiled, That's true.

It's the best.

From Guan Yunchang's point of view, Wei Yuan replied calmly:

It is the incense sacrifice of the Tiantai sect for thousands of years.

If the Buddhist vows are stripped away, what is left is the purest incense.

PS: 3,200 words in one update today... Buffer chapters