Museum of Demons

Dao Yan looked at the girl in front of him, and after being silent, he felt that he had come at a bit of an inopportune time.

The goddess took a step to the side.

After Dao Yan thanked him, he walked into the museum. Although he already knew it was a dream, when he saw Wei Yuan, he still couldn't help but think of that dream, and felt a little strange in his heart.

It's you... Master Daoyan.

Wei Yuan was a little surprised by Dao Yan's sudden visit, and then noticed the ancient book in the hands of the black-clothed monk, frowned slightly, and Dao Yan said slowly: ...the poor monk has something, and I want to ask Wei The curator takes a look.

Wei Yuan remembered that when he first came to the museum, he also wanted to let him take a look.

There is no doubt that what he did in the past - reversed Dao Yan's fate.

Indeed, Dao Yan remembered him deeply in the long years that followed and never forgot.

As for hatred.

Or is it the obsessive-compulsive disorder developed since childhood.

As a result, Dao Yan couldn't swallow this breath because he had clearly seen his own fate, but in the end he felt aggrieved that life and death were not right.

In short, Dao Yan was fighting Wei Yuan.

Such persistence made Wei Yuan grit his teeth and sigh.

The me in the past……

What on earth have you done!

Seeing Dao Yan's persistent expression, Wei Yuan had no choice but to explain to Jue and Yuanjue, and then returned to the quiet room where he usually meditates and refines Qi. Dao Yan looked around, sat down quietly, and then moved the chair without changing his face. .

until the four legs of the chair fall exactly inside the square tiles.

There are no threads pressed to either side.

Each drop point of the chair is equidistant from the edge of this square tile.

Nor did it hold down the decorative pattern on the tiles.

Only then did the brows stretch out, looking refreshed.

Standing on his chest with one hand, he proclaimed the Buddha's name and said, Amitabha.

Master Wei, please look at this thing.

He flipped through his hands and took out the tightly wrapped ancient book, and handed it to Wei Yuan carefully. There is no doubt that it was a manuscript, or even a draft, and the edges and corners of the pages had already faded. yellow.

Wei Yuan's expression slowly became solemn: This is...

His palm lightly pressed on the ancient book.

There are countless pictures in front of my eyes.

I saw with my own eyes that Wei Yuan once again drew the outline of the scroll on the ancient book, and had a deep hatred with the person in front of him in his previous life. At least he thought it was a young monk who had a deep hatred, but he did not take any action, let alone take this opportunity to make a move. In the end, he just put his hands together .

As for the reason...

The wooden door opened slowly.

A girl with a high ponytail hummed softly outside.

The wind filled the entire museum.

Bing Hun sat cross-legged on the ground, and took out a fist-sized whetstone from nowhere, and sharpened the blade bit by bit. He glanced at Dao Yan while sharpening the knife, with a simple and honest smile, and the sound of sharpening the knife almost scratched his ears. past.

Leaving aside the two little guys from the Daoist sect, the girl who was holding snacks and gnawing on her brows had an awe-inspiring aura of flames.

The tall and strong Yuanjue mopped the floor, but the mop was obviously made of special metal...

Lines of sight seemed to fall on the young monk.

They seem to have said everything.

It seems that nothing has been said.

Yuanjue put the heavy mop aside and said with a hearty smile:

Master Daoyan, do you want something to eat?

Dao Yan's face was expressionless, and he looked away.

……………………

In June of the eighteenth year of Jiajing, Jihai.

It was a month, and a corner of the Tianmu Mountain in Zhejiang Province collapsed, and thousands of snakes came out.

- Wanli Yehuobian · Ming.

Just in February of this year, when Emperor Jiajing was out, he was caught in fire three times in a row. In the last time, he almost got involved in it. Long Yan was furious, which caused many officials to suffer.

No one knew that a corner of Tianmu Mountain was cracked, and a person stepped out.

Zhejiang Yiwu.

This area also belongs to the area of ​​Jiangnan Road. There is a lot of water. There is a natural pond in the shape of a full moon. There is a small island in it. The locals here call this place Rhinoceros Watching the Moon, but There was a grotto in which a man stood up unsteadily.

He stretched out his hand to hold a handful of water and wiped his face, exhaling a foul breath.

What was reflected in the water was a face that looked to be in his thirties at the most. His black hair stood up with a blue hairpin, and he was dressed in gray. , as if there was a slight chill in the water, he couldn't help coughing, and a dead silence appeared on his face.

After a long time, he reluctantly got up, looked into the distance, his eyes were blank, and murmured:

The Year of Jiajing...

Why, I haven't died yet?

Since Tianmu Mountain broke down, he has been wandering in this piece of land. For some reason, he no longer remembers anything, but even if he no longer remembers anything, he lacks and is inexplicable. Wild animals, birds and poisonous snakes cannot invade the body.

He is also a good cook and knows a lot of medical skills.

But he really couldn't remember why he was at the foot of Tianmu Mountain.

He just remembered that he should have died during the Hongwu period, or at most later, but the person who should have died did not die. What happened to lead to such an ending?

There is nothing more against fate than when the dead don't die.

Almost only vaguely remembered some of the gray-clothed men in the past just wandering aimlessly, but when the day came to the duty, I could hear some slapstick sounds from a distance, some local children were arguing Whose opera sings the best, but the Wu opera here is not worth listening to other places. Most children who don't have books like these stories.

Playing and playing while joking, he was born in a farming family, so it is rare for him to have free time.

He was playing with himself, but when he looked up, he saw that there was actually another person in front of him, wearing gray clothes, his expression was considered peaceful, but he looked a little listless, as if he was about to die, he was shocked.

One of them was a thin and thin boy with a simple and honest face. He was so frightened that he fell backwards. It was the man in gray robe who stretched out his hand and pulled him to prevent him from falling to the ground. The man asked gently, Are you okay?

No, nothing...

The thin boy shook his head quickly.

Seeing the unspeakable sickness on the face of this gray-robed young man, the young men seemed to be dying of illness, or in other words, this is a person who crawled out of the grave, and everyone believed it, so they hurriedly told their companions to stay away.

But the thinnest young man was kind-hearted, hesitated for a while, and ran over, handed over a piece of cake in his arms, then turned his head, and ran away in fear. The gray-robed man smiled and thanked, and then sat there, Eating this not very tasty food silently.

After the teenagers went back, they felt that they had hit a ghost and had nightmares for several days.

The youngest boy felt uneasy and came over a few more times.

After going back and forth, I gradually realized that this young man was not a ghost, but just a wandering doctor, but later everyone said that he seemed to have a heart problem, and he coughed non-stop every day, so his medical skills must be not very good.

But it is said behind the scenes, but there are no doctors in this country.

If there was any problem, I had no choice but to come to this unreliable Dr. Yuan.

The skinny young man also often runs here, not for anything else, simply because he can eat delicious food here. One day, the young man smiled and asked him: What do you think about the future, would you like to follow me? Learn some medical skills?

The youth joked:

Although I am not a famous doctor, I should still be able to teach students.

At that time, the boy's father was also there, and he was overjoyed immediately.

In this place, medical skills can be passed down to the family, even if they don't rely on this profession for a living.

That is at least one more choice.

Besides, who doesn't have a headache and injury? In this place, every household respects those who know some medical skills, and immediately planned to let the young man become a teacher, but the young man muttered for a while, but shook his head and said, ...but, I want to fight Japanese pirates.

The boy's father was stunned.

Then he was furious, or rather angry and angry: You you you...

You want to piss me off.

Go and fight Japanese pirates!

The young man muttered: ...Shouldn't the Japanese pirates fight?

Two years ago, Japanese pirates came outside.

The middle-aged man first said angrily: Of course we should fight!

But you don't have any skills like this, you only know how to farm the land, what to fight, do you fight with your life?

The young man scratched his head, and suddenly looked at the gray-robed man with a feeling of happiness, and said with expectation:

Otherwise, can sir teach me how to use a knife?

The gray-robed young man was surprised, and then laughed. He noticed the longing in the eyes of the middle-aged man, so he shook his head with a smile, and said, I may not be very good at swordsmanship.

The boy was full of regrets, and was dragged away by his father in the end.

Since the Ming Dynasty, no one has ever trained Zhejiang soldiers, and no one has trained Yiwu soldiers.

However, the village still invited martial artists to teach these young children how to use swords.

However, the thin child still often comes here for food and medicine.

As he practiced swordsmanship and martial arts, he gradually became stronger and stronger.

It just still looks simple and honest.

When he came one day, he saw that gray-robed gentleman seemed to be leaving, and the simple and honest boy turned pale with fright.

The gray-robed man shook his head and said, There's no need to keep it, there's always a feast that never ends in life.

I seem to be looking for some people, although I don't know who I'm looking for.

...But, do you really want to fight Japanese pirates in the future?

The young man scratched his head, nodded and said: Although I will either go to the mine or work in the fields, I still want to fight those guys. If there is a chance, I mean... If some generals are willing to take If we go to fight the Japanese pirates, I will definitely work hard.

Really...then, I'll give you a present.

The young man in gray robe seemed to nod his head approvingly. He casually picked up the machete beside him, and then swung it. , but at this moment it is like a magic weapon that is unparalleled in the world.

The young man only felt that his soul was about to be frozen.

After a long time, he tremblingly said: Aren't you, don't you know sword skills?

The young man in gray robe lightly brushed the blade with his fingers, smiled, and said, I remember now.

I was, a long, long time ago.

It seems to have seen a bearded man with a knife.

However, he uses a long-handled big knife, which is different from this one, but it is roughly the same, so I should know a little bit about the knife technique.

The boy stammered:

Long handle knife? Is it Guan Gong like that?

The gray-robed youth was silent for a long time before saying, That's right.

it's him.

……………………

The gray-robed youth left here after demonstrating a knife and leaving two medical books for the villagers.

No one knows where he went.

He traveled to many places, along the Yangtze River, drank spring water when he was thirsty, and picked wild fruits when he was hungry. Perhaps, because he had no memory, he was not attached to the goal, or maybe he was not attached to the goal. Persistence is the only way to be calm like this.

And he arrived at Yingtian Mansion.

When in the teahouse.

I saw a half-white-haired businessman talking to the young man opposite.

Ruzhong, don't you take the exam?

The young man was gloomy and sighed: Father, I have worked hard to study since I was young, but I failed the exam three times in a row. I really don't have the heart to take the exam again. Besides, there are all kinds of ways in the world, who said that I have to take the imperial examination?

My son has really tried his best.

The old businessman said in a slow tone: I chose the word Ruzhong for you, because I hope you can be called a loyal minister of the court, instead of being such an idler. When you were young, you hollowed out the pillow to hide Youyang Miscellaneous Zu, turned the wall I took out my head and stuffed it with Xuanguailu, I endured it, after all, I was still young, and I told myself, this son who can read, I have to endure it.

When you were studying in Longxi Academy, you didn't read the poems and books of sages, but went to listen to books every day.

I can bear with saying that the gossip of the world fills my heart.

Now that you've been careless since you were young, you actually have the face to say that you tried your best?

Ru Zhong, let me ask you if you will take the exam or not?

The young man sullenly said, No test.

Do you want to take the exam?

No exam!

Wu Ruzhong... Are you going to rebel against your father?

Father, can't I go do business too?

After arguing for a while, the young man couldn't get in.

The old businessman suddenly slapped the table hard, lost his mind to argue, and said angrily:

Wu Chengen!

The shout was like thunder, and the roof of the teahouse shook several times.

The young man who was directly called by his full name shrank his neck, his arrogance suddenly weakened.

Test……

Isn't it good enough for the exam?

PS: Today's third update... Such a thing is too difficult to write. Wu Cheng'en's birth is based on Lu Xun's A Brief History of Chinese Novels in 1510. At this moment, he should be twenty-eight or nineteen years old.

I was curious about it when I was young. When I was studying in Tongzi Society, every time I stole the history of the market, I was afraid that my father and teacher would steal it, so I asked for a private place to read it——Wu Chengen.

It’s hard every time, sigh...sleep and sleep, work and rest collapsed again, hope to be able to adjust back