Museum of Demons

No matter what Fang Feng thought, Dao Yan had already left here after all.

He felt a little sad in his heart.

After all, this was already the last person he knew in the early Ming Dynasty.

It is rare for Bingyi over there to have subordinates who can barely make use of them, and they are dragged to the depths of the seabed for the next step of training. Poor Xiangliu has been dominating the Yingjima area for many years, but now He didn't even have the strength to fight back, and was directly pulled into the sea.

Fang Feng returned to the house, feeling that the monk had finally left, and now he didn't have to endure the unbearable torture of obsessive-compulsive disorder. For a person like him who has been lying flat in the East China Sea as a salted fish for thousands of years In other words, chaos is order.

In a chaotic state, he feels comfortable and can find exactly what he needs in a chaotic room. If you tidy him up neatly, it will make him uncomfortable.

If he hadn't planned to give Dao Yan a try of eight-treasure porridge, and to see the reaction of obsessive-compulsive disorder to see eight-treasure porridge, he would not be bothered to take in this monk.

It's gone now.

While feeling happy in his heart, he stretched out his hand and opened the door, and immediately Fang Feng froze there——

The whole house seemed to have changed.

The cracks in the door and the windows are tight, each bowl is neatly copied and pasted, each chopstick is aligned and placed like a whole piece of wood, and the teapot on the table is placed firmly. At the center of the diagonal of the table.

Everything was so neatly decompressed, and Fang Feng, who had let the salted fish lie flat for thousands of years, felt a sense of order twitching in the corners of his eyes. He suddenly remembered something, gasped, and walked quickly to the warehouse, and saw the vegetable jar Every cabbage inside is arranged in exactly the same shape.

Fang Feng took a deep breath and opened the rice vat.

Seeing that each grain of rice is neatly stacked together, the rice in the entire rice tank is like a collection arranged in an orderly manner, and each piece of pickle in the pickle tank next to it is also neatly placed together, and placed It has become a state where shredded pickles, peppers, and garlic are clearly separated.

tidy.

Neatly, it seemed that Fang Feng himself did not belong here.

Bing Yi just came back to pick up something, hugged the pickle jar, and said with emotion:

I wanted to ask you just now.

Fang Feng, when did you change places?

This is much better than your pig's nest...

Fang Feng's mouth twitched.

Gritting teeth.

... Dao, Yan...

You'd better not come to my house for the rest of your life!

You are taking revenge!

I don't know which sentence Fang Feng said touched the magic circle left behind.

The voice left by the monk came from the room, ethereal and flat.

Amitabha.

This is cause and effect...

cause and effect?

There are causes and effects, one drink and one peck.

Fang Feng was stunned, thinking of the eight-treasure porridge he gave the monk.

The corners of his mouth twitched when he thought of Xu Shi who was directly blocking the way.

This monk...

Are you too small-minded?

……………………

Joy, joy!

Dao Yan was in a very happy mood.

While Fang Feng was not at home, he successfully completed what he wanted to do all the time during this period - to restore order to that salted fish's home. I have to say that for him, letting those It is really a refreshing thing to return chaos to order.

And taking advantage of this relaxed and happy state of mind, he followed the address left by Wei Yuan before and quickly arrived in Quanshi. After arriving in Quanshi, he slowed down and walked slowly towards the museum, his mood gradually recovered. The ancient well is in a state of no waves.

This is what he has always wanted to pursue, the origin of the problem.

It is the source of his destiny being changed.

It is the inner demon karma that he has been struggling with for more than six hundred years.

He was ready to face him.

Finally, he stood in front of the museum, collected his thoughts, and knocked on the door.

With the light ringing of the bell on the door, the door was pulled open.

Dao Yan looked solemn, and was about to speak, but he was the first to speak.

Wei Pavilion...

Then I saw a bright and round bald head protruding from the museum.

Tall, wearing a pink Hello Kitty apron, with chopsticks in one hand and a wooden shovel in the other.

This apron was put together online by Yuan Jue and the aunt in the community. The pattern is random, but it can save five yuan.

The whole body smells of fireworks.

The majestic momentum brewing by the young monk was washed away at once.

Dao Yan: ...

The two monks looked at each other and fell into a kind of silence.

The great monk Yuanjue was the first to react, sensing the true Buddhist aura of the latter, with a hearty smile on his face, clasped his hands together, and said: It turns out that he is a fellow Buddhist practitioner. I don't know where this junior is placing the order. Practice, what is the purpose of coming here?

Dao Yan let out a mouthful of turbid air, all the distracting thoughts in his heart were calmed down, he clasped his hands together, and said:

Poor monk Daoguang, come to meet the guard master.

Oh, Master Wei, you came at the right time.

Yuanjue said, He just came back yesterday afternoon.

Please come in.

Yuanjue brought Daoyan, whose alias was Daoguang, into the museum. The interior of the museum was quiet and serene, with an ancient feeling on the whole. Daoyan sat quietly on one side of the table, and picked up the teacup brought by a staff member just now. , took a sip, and was slightly taken aback.

bow your head.

See the black happy water inside the teacup.

A monk who had a simple diet and self-discipline was silent, and slowly raised his head.

The water ghost next to him showed a bright smile and gave a thumbs up with his right hand.

The latest ratio of Weijia Museum, Shuigui brand happy water, will give you my happiness.

you deserve to have!

Dao Yan: ...

The young monk took a deep breath.

The poor monk came to seek revenge.

please respect me.

He put the happy water on the table next to him, closed his eyes, whispered the Diamond Sutra silently in his heart to clear his mind, and Wei Yuan, who was notified, had finished his practice and walked out, seeing the person he had seen at the foot of Tiantaizong Mountain. The young monk, with a smile on his face, stepped forward and said, Master Daoguang, you are here.

Dao Yan opened his eyes, nodded, and said, Master Wei.

He took half a step forward, and was about to speak when he saw Wei Yuan holding his arm with one hand. For some reason, in that short moment, the monk seemed to see something behind Wei Yuan. It was a gigantic ghostly image of a terrifying god holding a tomahawk. It was about to resist, but it couldn't help but was caught in the blink of an eye.

have you eaten?

It's all here, it's just time for dinner.

How about we eat together today?

A series of three questions.

Dao Yan had no time to object, so he was dragged to sit down.

And when he realized it again, he was already sitting at the dinner table. There were several people sitting on the table. He lowered his head slowly and saw brown rice, black rice, quinoa, rice, pearl rice, mung beans, and red beans mixed in the bowl. Together, mixed together in a disorderly manner.

Yuanjue over there said with a hearty smile: It's just right, the rice in the supermarket has been discounted recently, for a change, the multigrain rice is also quite delicious.

Dao Yan took a deep breath, ready to suppress the instinct in his heart to put down the dishes.

At this time, Wei Yuan scooped up a spoonful of red and spicy mapo tofu with a spoon, and poured a spoonful for Daoyan with enthusiasm. In an instant, the red soup flowed from the grains and rice in a natural and disordered way. Flowing down through the cracks, the high-temperature and broken tofu rolled and fell on the rice, each piece had its own posture, and each piece had its own movement.

The young monk's movements were stiff.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan's expression was gentle and sincere, so that Dao Yan didn't know whether he was pretending to be a deliberate expression, or just happened to be inadvertently. After a moment of silence, the monk slowly lowered his head, watching the miscellaneous grain rice filled with mapo tofu - if he said before Only 60% of the judgment, that Yuan is this Wei Yuan, so now he is 80% sure.

No matter how many years passed.

This guy can directly detonate his emotions within three seconds.

I obviously came here to seek revenge, why did I become like this?

Dao Yan sighed in his heart, closed his eyes, and stuffed the rice into his mouth.

After a seemingly peaceful lunch, Dao Yan was able to spend time alone with Wei Yuan. Before, a disciple of the Tiantai Sect had brought his monk's bowl to show Wei Yuan, but at that time the other party had no clue. reaction, so Dao Yan brought something more meaningful to that Yuan this time——

Yuan six hundred years ago had obtained this thing, but lost it again, and was entangled endlessly.

Dao Yan said softly:

Since the owner of the Wei Museum has opened a museum and collected antiquities widely, I don't know if he recognizes this thing.

He took out a box, gently opened it, and handed it to Wei Yuan.

Inside was a piece of withered and yellow paper.

Wei Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and scenes emerged in his mind——

The Taoist who was no longer young stroked the classics that he had reintroduced, and was silent for a long time, then suddenly opened the contents, tore off the latest pages, and threw them directly into the stove. This action made his body worse, coughing violently.

The boy next to him hurriedly beat the back of the Taoist, but at this moment, the brazier suddenly shook.

Some of the pages were blown up by the wind from the fire and flew out of the house. Immediately thereafter, the wind from the ground was blown up, making these pages fly far away, and the young man couldn't catch up at all. Just sighing that God's will is so, it's useless.

This is something that should have been destroyed in his inheritance, but unexpectedly survived.

In the museum, Wei Yuan opened his mouth slowly, and read out the name of the piece of paper word by word:

...The essential technique of peace, cutting the dragon's veins.

PS: Today's third update... I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance~Family reunion and all the best