Museum of Demons

What is the most painful thing for people who eat melons?

That's nothing like eating melons and eating them on your own head.

And what is more painful?

I am sharing this unprecedented big melon that I had to eat with the protagonist who was eaten.

I am not a melon.

I am the one in the melon field.

There are Juntu's forks everywhere.

The water ghost opened the door stiffly, and put away the phone in a jerky but unreasonable way. In fact, he wanted to pass the ball diagonally behind and throw the phone into the happy water glass, and directly put the phone he just bought To physically delete the browsing history.

But I still couldn't bear it.

After all, I don’t have a lot of money on hand——

That is the happy water just poured out, and after soaking the mobile phone, it will smell.

Needless to say the girl's appearance, after stiffly pouring a glass of happy water, the water ghost pulled Zhang Hao behind the door, and said in a low voice, What's the matter? Things said again.

Not from this era.

Also, amnesia?

yes.

Zhang Hao nodded, and said in a low voice: She was disturbed by something mixed with divine power. This divinity acts on the soul. She lost most of her memory, leaving only instinctive common sense, and Life experience is reflected in the instinctive tendencies of the body after being lost and deprived of memory.

That is to say, the memory is gone, but the character and experience after shaping are retained.

I can't imagine who did it. Such a subtle manipulation of divine power is terrifyingly powerful.

It's really scary to see the little things.

Could it be the interference of some formations?

possible.

The water ghost scratched his head and didn't even imagine such an outrageous thing, but after looking at the people in the room, he suddenly felt that the girl's incident didn't seem so unacceptable. After all, you can see the mountain gods of Kunlun Mountain together Watching a Western court drama together, I saw a painter ghost playing tarot cards with Xiaoqing.

There are potato chips that have been torn open next to it, and there is Coke that has been chilled to the best entrance temperature.

It all seemed normal.

The water ghost's strong self-acceptance ability played a role.

When he came back, the girl had just introduced herself, and she had already chatted with a few people over there. The atmosphere was very good, or it was too good to be true. The solemn girl who repaired the lines with the red flying needle smiled and said:

Me? Although I have forgotten a lot, the surname should be Chen...

My elder brother is not very kind to me, but there is a distant cousin.

What about the name? Mine?

Probably...a photo?

Shui Gui's brain twitched, and he asked, Which photo is it?

The girl smiled gently:

Of course it's just like a candle. The candle illuminates like a small room.

What else can I take?

……………………

Wei Yuan came to the place where he lost his sword back then.

That river, of course, has passed for more than a thousand years. Although it is changing with each passing day for the human world, but for this natural world, it is far from the bottom of the vicissitudes of life. The river of that year is still there.

If you have to say something.

It probably stinks a bit.

Wei Yuan pinched his nose and looked at this river that seemed to be the same as before.

How can I say this river...

If that boy Shi Pantuo fell into the current river.

There was no way Wei Yuan would jump in and pick him up.

At most, at most, take out the fishing rod that the water ghost caught himself in the past, pull him up, and then throw it into the bucket to wash it several times. It's getting more and more outrageous, causing everything in the river.

After all, a country that will study the gold element in cow dung in a scientific research institute.

Wei Yuan had never seen it before.

Now, with the gradual recovery of the world's gods and the return of the extraordinary, the sacrifices here are becoming more and more frequent and grand. Of course, there are more and more various things in the river. Wei Yuan squeezed one Mantra, Yufeng hovered around, dispelling the strange smell.

Then, looking at the river, he flicked his sleeves and said, Come out!

Seventy-two methods of earth evil spirits, exorcising gods!

Just the river god of a river, Wei Yuan's current strength may not be able to do it.

After all, a foreign country will definitely not recognize your laws and regulations in China.

But it's okay to call out.

Sure enough, in just a moment, with the turbulence of the river, a figure appeared, and immediately a strong and powerful divinity emanated, and the surrounding mortals were dispelled by the illusion that opened naturally, ignoring the changes here.

Wei Yuan instantly recognized the source of power here.

It's an illusion.

Vishnu, the three-phase god who represents righteousness and balance, is good at this series of supernatural powers.

The tall, indigo-blue face, with a pattern like a third eye between his brows, four arms, stepping on a lotus flower, and holding a golden hammer, the river god is surrounded by rough waves. He saw the black hair wearing a black outerwear with his hands in his pockets over there. The young man seemed familiar, and said, Mortal, who are you?

How dare you disturb the gods without offering sacrifices!

Mortal, you will be punished as an evil spirit in reincarnation!!

The sound is vast, as if coming from all directions.

With natural grace and majesty.

It seems to make people surrender instantly.

People have a tendency to kneel down.

Of course, such things manifested in the so-called gods are completely meaningless to Wei Yuan. No matter what kind of character he shows on the outside, his essence is a human race who has been reincarnated in the world time and time again. Too much too much.

This kind of voice is far inferior to the roar of the overlord, nor the majesty of the Great Qin Fengqi, nor the majestic vastness of the dead sky, and it is not as good as the monk who said softly, from now on, I am the Mahayana.

Even Wang Xuance's long roar would be more shocking than this.

Wei Yuan lazily returned a salute, and said, You were the one who took my sword back then?

I'm here today, please return it to me.

The master said, although he is a barbarian, he should not be abandoned.

Of course, this sentence is not used in such a situation, but the meaning is probably in place. Wei Yuan has always been like this when he learned things from his master. Yan Hui made the old man feel at ease.

sword?

Who are you……

The river god was stunned, and then his eyes widened bit by bit, as if he remembered the turbulent waves back then, and the ranger who couldn't take out the sword because of the protection of the scriptures, slowly recalled, and at the same time, what came to mind was The handsome monk who laughed wildly.

Yes, it's you?!

The Indus God with four arms and heavenly eyes suddenly looked left and right, like a frightened bird, and shouted in horror:

That damned monk is here again?!!!!

No, it's not...

Then, that eminent Tang monk?!

Yeah, that's not right... this, that, that...

In the end, the majestic River God stepped back a few steps, clasped all four arms together, and couldn't hide his fear, but still respectfully said: I mean, could it be that Tian Zhudong from the Aurora Heaven in the east? Holy One, has Mahadeva Mahayana the World-Honored One descended to come here?!

He, where is he?!

The river god's face turned pale, and it was difficult to see such an expression on that blue face.

Vehicle actually refers to the wheel, the vehicle, the Mahayana Buddhism is the big wheel, which can save all beings, and the Hinayana Buddhism is the small vehicle, which is just to practice oneself and get rid of troubles. It is hard to say how the two are different. The great wish to save all sentient beings must be stronger than the search for the human heart and self.

At least in Tianzhu, the birthplace, there is no such thing.

Therefore, Mahayana and Hinayana have been competing with each other for a long time.

It was not until the first century BC that Mahayana Buddhism surpassed Theravada and became the mainstream of Buddhism.

And why is it the default in China?

Because an old guy who was ridiculed personally engraved the order of the front and rear realms of self-cultivation, family governance, and world peace directly into the blood of the people of Shenzhou, so things that are difficult to take root in other places will come naturally here in Shenzhou The conclusion drawn is the so-called feelings of family, country and world.

It is the stamp of thought.

It is an almost instinctive choice to make a preference.

And there is only one person who has read the history of Buddhism several times, read the Tripitaka Buddhism thoroughly, and is honored as Mahayana Heaven by Mahayana Buddhism, Liberation Heaven by Hinayana Buddhism, and recognized as the pinnacle great master and saint by the two opposing sects.

Wei Yuan said: It's not him, it's him.

He didn't come.

The panic on the River God's face calmed down: Then, where is he then?

he died.

The ranger of Datang whispered, It was more than a thousand years ago.

Dead in the world.

Hiding in Chang'an.

The wind of the empire passing over the Dragon's Head Plain will always protect the sleeping eminent monk.

The river god looked sluggish, and then slowly returned to his original indigo expression.

Dead, dead...?

Yes, yes, after all, it is a human, after all, it is a human hahahahaha!

I almost thought he was a great god!

The river god laughed wildly, as if he wanted to overturn the huge rock that was pressing on his heart in one breath. He laughed boundlessly, presumptuously, wantonly, and with his wild laughter, the entire main branch of the Ganges River It surged, and hideous water gods appeared.

But seeing its majestic appearance, indigo blue face, or red lines on the face, or wide-eyed eyes, or animal face, or flames spouting from the mouth, and flame wheels under the feet, each of them is unique to this area. The power breath of the earth gods.

That's the sword of the great Rama, the incarnation of Vishnu!

The God of the River laughed wildly: A mere mortal like you, what qualifications do you have to control it?!

The hatred of the past, if it weren't for looking at it and... the Mahadeva Mahayana, how could I let you live until now?! Today, I, the god who controls the power of the great mother Ganga, will commit suicide Death to you, revenge! The great Fentian bestowed wisdom upon me!

Shiva grants me supreme destructive power!

God Vishnu has granted me the right to exercise legitimate revenge!

He sings devoutly.

The gods line up.

Wei Yuan gazed peacefully at this majestic existence.

The air flow of the sword is faint.

When he left Beiyin, it was the first period of his swordsmanship. At that time, he was at the level of a mortal swordsman. Few of the mortal heroes could match him, but in the legend of the Tang Dynasty, For example, Li Jing, the god of war, and the bearded man, the swordsmanship is strong, and it is bound to be no less than him.

After that, he entered the world and was born in the world, and finally left Chang'an to reach the peak.

Compared with the self when he left Tianzhu, he was no longer the same.

It's okay to try the sword before fighting Vishnu.

Wei Yuan subconsciously judged the enemy as one of the three gods.

After all, Rama.

I understand everything.

Five fingers stretch out slowly, one is an army of vast waters, the other is a calm swordsman, the two sides are about to fight, suddenly a stream of light suddenly descends from the sky and hits the water heavily, it is almost like a rumbling sound after it appeared It exploded suddenly like the sound of thunder breaking through the air.

A white-haired young man in a loose coat with headphones hanging around his neck descended from the sky.

Step directly on the majestic river god with four arms.

The latter wanted to hide, but didn't.

Stepped on the back by the young man.

Wei Yuan, whose sword heart was clear, even heard a click, an incomparably crisp bone cracking sound, and saw that great god being trampled in half, with a dazed expression on his face, it was a very suitable picture to say I had a nasty expression on my face, and then I was stepped on, gurgling and sinking into the river.

And the young man stepped on the water, with white hair and golden pupils, and there was a red evil spirit remnant in the corner of his eyes that turned into divine marks.

Wei Yuan!!!

He roared!

The god next to him shouted in horror: Who are you...

MD shut up!

Wuzhi Qi punched it out.

It hit the face of the god directly.

The extremely violent power directly slapped the god's face. With his eyesight, Wei Yuan saw the wave-like shaking on the god's face, saw the more than twenty fangs flying out, and saw the smear on the face. Dacheng was stunned by his anger, and when he saw that blue face, he was in a trance and directly turned into a fish head.

The waters of the entire branch of the Ganges sank suddenly.

The strong wind carried by the pure force swept across, causing the surrounding sailors to be sucked into the core by the wind pressure, and they were thrown out of a parabola with a swish and flew hundreds of meters away. There was a wave of water, and then rolled, and flew up again as if being floated on the water with a stone, and hit a statue of a god after several slaps.

Strands of domineering arrogance rose up.

It is not active.

It is as natural as breathing.

The moment Wuzhiqi appeared.

Directly crazy and domineering, unreasonable, plundering all the theocracy here!

power, encroachment.

This place is the waters of the Ganges River, outsiders, recede.

negative.

This place is the Huai River system.

Absolutely not, this place is the Ganges River...

Negative, this place is Huai River!

This place is Huai River!

Because the Huai River is here to harm the king.

Therefore, this place can only be the Huai River system.

It can only be Huai Shui!

Power, occupation!

Finish!

The Age of Gods——Huaishui disaster king · power and power unfold.

The pure power of the age of the gods is extracted, Wuzhi Qi's five fingers are slightly closed, and all the impurities added by later generations are deprived and left at the bottom of the water. Only the divine power born at the beginning is condensed and turned into a water-blue long stick, and the white hair is slightly raised. Jin Tong was rebellious, and the water stick in his palm spun a circle, setting off a violent wind and thunder, and then pointed directly at Wei Yuan.

He roared: You fucking!

Let me go?!!

Wei Yuan: ...

Fuck?!!

His eyes widened, looking at the white-haired young man who was taller than him, the corners of his mouth twitched:

monkey?!!

The water god next door: ...

PS: Today's second update... 4,200 words.

Holding tea, don't worry, I just suddenly remembered that the last chapter was full of 600 chapters, or 607 chapters such as the leave note, just read the old book, so I feel a little bit, this book is not yet that time , don't worry (maomaotou likes it)