Museum of Demons

The taste is very good, the portion is full, the merchant is very sincere, and I will come again.

More than fifteen words praise.

Take a photo, upload it.

Receive a two-dollar red envelope from the merchant.

All in one go.

The white-haired Taoist happily watched his treasury rise a little bit, and sighed contentedly. The takeaway box next to him is not so much for filling his stomach, but for eating some human fireworks. Don't let yourself slowly become Really detached, non-human.

In that case, Wei Yuan as a human would have died.

But a better anchor is, get married, get married, have five, have five!

Not yet...

Wei Yuan sighed, and when he swept his sleeves away, the leftovers from the takeaway turned into fine powder, completely returning to the original particles, without the possibility of contamination at all. He supported his chin with one hand, and played with the white hair on the sideburns with the other.

The green shirt and Taoist robe on his body have long since turned into black and red sportswear.

On his feet was a pair of non-branded Shenzhou sneakers.

After eating fried beef, lazily warming up a cup of tea and taking a nap, there is a rule in Taoist sects, whether it is Shangqing, Longhu, or Wudang Mountain disciples, they all pay attention to the so-called innate purple energy, so their morning class must be natural. It's not bright yet, and it gets up when it's dark.

After completing the morning class, observe the difference between yin and yang, and absorb the innate purple energy to strengthen the inner breath.

However, this is actually a way to strengthen the Dao heart through movement rituals and to start daily practice. It has not even reached the state of having a hundred meridians. It is necessary to absorb the fresh air from the flow of yin and yang, let alone absorb it. If you don't come, if you can absorb it, it will be a supernatural power of the Great Wilderness level.

He's a little sleepy now.

It's the sleepiness in the heart. Physically, even if you throw it under Jiuyou and cook for a thousand years, you won't be tired. But it's this time, and it's not good to go back to sleep. emerge.

High and clear, clear and refreshing, elegiac to the space.

The Taoist sighed and closed the brand.

The eyes were slightly closed, and the spirit returned to the big array of talismans in the heavenly court. When returning to this place, the spirit body naturally connected with the [Yuanshi] node. The white Taoist robe and the ink-colored wooden hairpin sat cross-legged at that talisman node. There are tons of ideas.

It can probably be said that, in fact, in the real world, there is only 【Tai Shang】.

The other two are not human beings themselves, but the personification of the concept of Tao by the ancestors of Taoism.

So there is no sanqing here.

But these thousands of years of prayer, morning class, and silent meditation in my heart are true.

Therefore, a large number of pending files have accumulated here, which is roughly equivalent to the urge to turn around and leave in an instant when you find out that the workload of more than two thousand years has accumulated here on the first day of work.

The white-haired Taoist yawned, he was also idle, stretched out his hand to randomly pick up a wisp, his eyes blurred, and he saw the picture remaining in this wisp of breath——

In the troubled times, Taoists fought with swords, fighting the government for a village.

It was a child he saved who finally betrayed him.

But there were only three steamed buns on the opposite side, and the child told the whereabouts of the Taoist priest.

Because the child's family also has a thirteen-year-old sister and a bedridden mother.

But in the end, the child attracted soldiers and horses, the horses trampled through the village, stabbed his mother to death on the bed with a long spear, took his sister away, and even he was trampled to death, and the Taoist who was about to be hanged finally looked at this In troubled times, there is no sadness or joy, just said Yuanshi Tianzun, and saw the barbarians in front of him killing him.

There are also penances in the mountains, where children are led back to the mountains by old Taoists.

Cultivate, gather herbs, go down the mountain to treat diseases every day, and go up the mountain with some eggs and salt.

Then the old Taoist died.

The little Taoist priest became a young Taoist priest. When the young Taoist priest went down the mountain to fight for righteousness, he met a monster, and finally chose to follow the kind female demon to hide from the world. The last young Taoist priest looked at the Taoist temple on the mountain with a complicated expression, and said With a sentence of Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, he turned and left.

The final screen changes.

The white-haired Taoist walked back to the mountain again.

The face still vaguely has the outline of the childhood, the eyes are quiet, and the arm is broken.

Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Pindao is back...

Either sad or happy, there are knights and common people, most of them are Taoist priests who recite and practice, and their sorrows and joys are contained in the introverted praises. For thousands of years, they have never dissipated and surged mightily. Move up.

There are even evil thoughts among them, some have committed illegal activities, rich people who got rich from murder donate money to build Taoist temples, and some are rewarded by the royal family, longing for longevity. The white-haired Taoist even saw a Taoist leading a woman from a good family into the mountain. In front of the Qing Palace, the clouds and the rain are turned, and the Luan and the Phoenix are turned upside down. When the temper comes, they will sing Tianzun offends, offends.

Very rhythmic.

The white-haired Taoist subconsciously raised his hand, almost planning to throw it down with a thunderbolt.

Then realize that this was hundreds of years ago.

Stretching out his hands and pinching his forehead, countless emotions, desires, greed, longing, sadness, pain, even heroism, penetrating emotions, accompanied by the sound of chanting, have accumulated here for thousands of years. These things are extremely dangerous .

The anchor identifies the self.

But in other words, if you insist on accepting an anchor point that does not belong to you.

Then there will also be those who are guided by these things, deviate from themselves, and turn into the thoughts of [Yuanshi] that all living beings long for, compassion, vastness, power to change everything, but magnanimous, and will let some mistakes go, these things are constantly eroding Wei Yuan himself.

Then, the white-haired Taoist faintly went mad, and faintly seemed to have lost himself, faintly turning into the appearance of another Yuanshi Tianzun that the common people longed for. Immediately, a slender palm was pressed on the white-haired Taoist's brow, and the latter's movements froze , there is actually a Wei Yuan in front of him.

...Sure enough, this thing is not a good thing.

Fortunately, I kept a hand.

Wei Yuan flicked his sleeves, his avatar dissipated, and those desires instinctively surged to contaminate himself, The desires of the common people, the many sorrows and sufferings, have been accumulated for more than two thousand years? It is really hard work...

The white-haired Taoist lowered his eyes and whispered, stretched out his palm, pressed it on the desire, and said calmly:

pity.

That's all.

With a shake of the sleeve robe, there were thirty-six thunderclaps, which directly dispelled the desire.

Those negative things that have been faintly formed in these long years collided with the true spirit of Wei Yuan's own body, and were directly scattered. The five thousand years of troubled times were not in vain. The endless misery, Wei Yuan has seen so much many.

If those distracting thoughts have self-knowledge, I am afraid they will be shocked.

Who is this, and why is he tougher than himself?

Sure enough, if these negative things are put together for too long, it will breed garbage.

Holding these accumulated things, Wei Yuan thoroughly washed them hundreds of times with his own energy, and then directly turned them into a scroll with shaking hands.

From the pre-Qin era to the present, countless longing chants were arranged in front of Wei Yuan according to the time axis. According to the past and desires of these countless people, he directly tried to turn them into a dream with his own sensitivity to fate. Made this scroll.

These phantoms of sentient beings first spread backwards according to the time when the concept of Sanqing was born.

Then, the parts of [Lao Tzu] [Tai Shang] spread forward.

Looking at it with both eyes, you can basically see the events of each year during the mighty two thousand years.

It's just not comprehensive enough, not thorough enough, not real enough.

But it can still be regarded as more than two thousand years in the palm of Wei Yuan's mind. Wei Yuan submerged in it, visited the false years, and then restrained the true spirit. As expected, relying on this thing, he grasped it in reverse The long track of time.

Although it's just a wisp of ripples.

It would have been impossible.

However, after all, he was thrown into the years by Fuxi's scumbag and traveled through the years, and there is still a residual feeling.

Wei Yuan still felt the faint and almost impossible ripples.

really……

The white-haired Taoist whispered.

After condensing the brand mark, it is necessary to try to connect with the historical years. This step is almost impossible. It is not easy to leave your own traces in the years. The Northern Emperor, the years, and Shi Yi are all in the This step was blocked, and it was difficult to go any further.

But Wei Yuan had been thinking about it before, and he knew very well that he could have a tricky way.

That is, the anchor of the past, in fact he has...

Because there is a way, it is said that we can walk out of this path.

But it's a trick, so it's a half-step.

Condensing the brand is nothing, the real replacement is the core.

The white-haired Taoist sits cross-legged in the gap between reality and fantasy, with his left hand supporting the handle, and his right hand holding the scroll, unfolding it plainly. , Buildings, creatures, and weapons appeared one after another when the scroll was unfolded, and then disappeared immediately, and the expression in Taoist's eyes was flat.

Wei Yuan grasped the ripples of time by relying on this object and the experience of traveling through the years.

Then a ray of spirit escaped into it.

Blockbusters are nothingness, feeling and grasping are two different things.

But the scroll in his hand almost points to all the singing voices related to [Sanqing] [Taishang] [Yuanshi]. Mou, just as he had prepared, the true spirit crashed directly into the long river.

There was absolutely no trace of fear or hesitation.

There are two types of anchors -

【Yuanshi】.

And, [Yuan] himself.

And over a long period of time, these two points must have overlapped.

So little by little streamers lit up.

When Wei Yuan's true spirit was shaking, he saw pictures of forgotten memories.

At a certain time, the rain fell with a bang, and the ranger of the Tang Dynasty wrung out the water stains on his clothes, crossed his hands and saluted, and smiled at the Sanqing statue of the dilapidated Taoist temple: This is Yuanshi Tianzun, the Supreme Master! Master Daode Tianzun and Lingbao Tianzun, it’s raining heavily outside, and we don’t know how far we are from the village, so Chen Yuan stay here for a while to avoid the rain.”

A gray-robed doctor from the south of the Yangtze River followed in the footsteps of the people at the Lantern Festival and walked into the Taoist temple to pray for blessings.

Subconsciously raised his eyes, he saw Yuanshi Tianzun.

The Taoist who slashed the dragon was backlashed by luck, and staggered forward. After sending the green snake away, blood flowed from his mouth, and fell asleep in a drowsy sleep under His Highness Sanqing. The moonlight flowed down from the window and fell on the missing part. On the statue of Yuan Shitian, it is remote and peaceful.

Further forward, there was a young man in plain clothes driving a cow and talking with the real emperor.

The special case of having both types of anchors at the same time.

Wei Yuan's method is not to create anchor points like other strong men, but to reclaim the existing anchor points.

Wei Yuan already had anchor points in history, so he is just taking a gamble at this moment, trying to see if he can connect his past with Sanqing by relying on the background at this moment, and directly light up one or two historical anchor points. When Wei Yuan's consciousness was about to be temporarily exhausted by the erosion of time, he finally found the picture of himself looking at the statue of Tianzun in history.

[Self] and [anchor point] coexist in the same time.

And the corresponding picture of Wei Yuan's previous life also appeared on the scroll.

Among the countless recitations on the scroll, there was Wei Yuan's own.

The past self, of course, once said the name of Yuanshi Tianzun.

And the next thing to do is very simple, just like a line, if this head points to me, that head still points to me.

How easy it is to connect.

Wei Yuan spent a lot of effort to complete the anchor points and keep them in history, even if there are only a few of them, but whether there are any is the most earth-shaking change. When the ranger raised his eyes and saw the Yuanshi Tianzun Like the same picture, it changed into its own appearance, and bowed with hands.

And Mr. Taoist, each saw the strangeness.

In the long river of time, these few imprints lit up, and Wei Weiyuan felt that sense of epiphany beyond the years, as if he saw the river where all living beings converge—even though it was only on the branch of the human world, Rather than the real Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

Even if it's just a little splash of water.

If it is said that the progress bar on the road to the top ten peak years is one hundred.

I don't know how many digits have jumped after the decimal point.

But seeing it is seeing it.

Wei Yuan was peaceful in his heart, intending to comprehend this hard-won change as much as possible before his mental exhaustion, but suddenly his eyes froze, and he looked forward——

Near one of the few anchor points he managed to leave behind.

As the long river turns, a handsome young man in white is walking on the street holding a candied haws in his hand, but the people around him seem to ignore it. At this time, he is squatting on the side of the street, smiling and watching a man next to him drinking tea and listening to a book. young ranger.

Then he gestured with a stick of candied haws, intending to poke the ranger in the face.

The purple pupils are full of joy.

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth curled up little by little, showing an extremely dangerous and bright smile.

enlightened? ! !

…………

Kaiming didn't notice another figure beside the River of Time at all. This is not a place that ordinary people can reach, and the top ten peaks are different. Not all of them are good at the characteristics of time, but when he is leisurely and leisurely, the As soon as the stick changed, it pierced towards the pupil of the ranger in front of him.

Anyway, it will not affect the real fate of the years.

But at this moment, the ranger raised his hand.

The movement was slow, but extremely mysterious, it seemed that the stick was caught just right, but it was destined to be so mysterious.

The enlightened look froze slightly.

The black-clothed ranger raised his eyes, the corners of his mouth smiled softly, becoming more mellow, his black hair suddenly grew long and white from the end, the surrounding pictures, the bustling market, the wine-making shops all faded away, the long street The ancient road was empty, the white snow fell, and the black clothes turned into blue shirts.

The white-haired Dao's aura is deep and distant, indifferent and vast, and said gently:

Long time no see.

Li Chunfeng.

! ! !

The face of the enlightened avatar changed suddenly, retreat quickly!

The Taoist raised his hand, and his white fingers fell down like the boundless sky.

Support the sky and the ground, and then the natural person hits the sky pillar.

So the world collapsed.

The fragments separated at this point in time instantly showed a terrifying scene of the destruction of the sky and the earth. The sky fell directly, just like the movement of the white palm, unceremoniously, while smiling warmly, he smashed down with one move.

Press directly on Tianling, the enlightened avatar.

The sky tilts to the northwest, and the earth sinks to the southeast——Huainanzi

Overturned! ! !

PS: The second update today...

The current update time is slightly fixed, and I hope it can continue and lie flat.