Museum of Demons

Cough cough cough...

Wei Yuan, who was still lamenting the mild tea fragrance just now, almost choked to death.

He coughed violently, trying not to lose his composure in front of the white-haired woman, gasped for breath, and said with a wry smile:

Long time no see? Are you talking about Crouching Tiger...

You know Crouching Tiger from before?

The woman shook her head, her eyes were as quiet as the night sky, without a trace of waves, she stared at Wei Yuan, and said:

I'm talking about you.

I?

Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment, first wondering in his mind whether the other party had met him before without his knowledge, or other possibilities, with hesitation on his face, the white-haired woman smiled and added:

Of course, it's not you in this life. I haven't been able to go out in Qingqiu for thousands of years, let alone meet you in the vast sea of ​​people. What I saw before was your previous life.

Seeing the other party getting more and more exaggerated, Wei Yuan regained his composure and said:

You mean... the previous life?

But as far as I know, there is no such thing as reincarnation even among practitioners. The underworld is just illusory. The Living Buddha of Zen Buddhism must be submerged into the fetal altar immediately after the previous generation passed away to be able to pass on. Repairs are the price.

The theory of reincarnation is really false.

The woman naturally nodded and said, Of course.

But the world is vast, and there are always various possibilities. The same is true for the reincarnation of the true spirit. Although this thing is close to impossible, it is by no means impossible. It's just that the process is difficult. It's like a bowl of water with hundreds of thousands of insects , the reincarnation of a person's true spirit is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack, and even if the true spirit reincarnates, most of them have nothing to do with the previous life.

A flower tree blooms every year, and it is the same flower of this tree, but this year and last year's flowers can never be said to be the same. The same is true for the reincarnation of the true spirit, but there are always very few differences.

Wei Yuan frowned and said, You mean, I'm the one who's different?

He half-jokingly said: Then in my previous life, could it be possible that I was a hero left in the history books?

The white-haired woman shook her head and smiled slyly: No, not only are you not a hero, if you really want to talk about it, you should have been my slave, and because of certain things, my husband released the contract of slavery and became a slave. As a member of the tribe, of course, as far as I know, you have always been ordinary, without any natural supernatural powers, and at that time, there was no such thing as practice.

Wei Yuan was stunned when he heard that, what the white-haired woman in front of him said was too serious, which made him a little suspicious, but he still shook his head slowly, and muttered:

I don't believe there is such a thing as a previous life.

What's more, even if there is, the me in the previous life is different from the me in the present.

The white-haired woman said: That is in your eyes, at least your true spirit has not changed.

In the eyes of long-lived creatures, each reincarnation of a mortal is a rare miracle, and the price is only the loss of memory. Wei Yuan, in your eyes, if a person loses the memory of the past, he is not that person anymore. ?

Or when those elderly people get sick, like a child, and they don't remember the past, their relatives think that he is not him anymore? Isn't that the truth?

Wei Yuan was speechless.

The woman put down the tea with a smile, and said, By the way, I remember Jue Er said that you are opening a museum in a city now? Then I have something here, you might be interested in it.

She added a cup of tea to Wei Yuan, and let him sit here to wait. She stood up and walked slowly to the inner room. Wei Yuan frowned as he watched the tea leaves in the cup.

He came into contact with practice, killed demons, and exterminated evil spirits from the other side of the ocean, but suddenly in Qingqiu Kingdom, which only existed in legends, someone told him that he had seen his previous life, and he still felt touched. unspeakable.

Holding the tea in his hand, he was lost in thought, not knowing how long it had been.

The white-haired woman walked out slowly, pointed to the cup in his hand, smiled and said:

When the tea is cold, it's not good to drink.

She carefully placed a box in front of Wei Yuan, and motioned for him to open it. Wei Yuan put down the teacup. After opening the box, there was a simple pottery inside, without too many bright colors and decorations, but The curves are perfect and soft, and the lines on it are delicate and natural.

The pottery as a whole exudes an ancient atmosphere that seems to be buried in the earth.

Combining textures, it is an abstract nine-tailed fox.

Even people like Wei Yuan, who don't know much about history, can see its antiquity and preciousness at a glance. This is definitely an ancient relic of the national treasure level. He carefully put down the pottery, and gently stroked the rough but soft pottery with his fingers. Tao, with soft curves, said, Senior, this is...

The girl said, You did this.

She pressed her palm lightly on the top of the pottery.

It is your most proud work ever, and it was chosen as the utensil used by my husband.

You have been proud of this for a long time, and even got drunk.

I know you don't believe in the theory of past lives, but all things are psychic. You have poured your heart and soul into this artifact, and you have been responsible for cleaning and taking care of it. It used to contain a little soul that overflowed unconsciously when you walked day and night. Si, it is also waiting for you, this...is the story of it and you.

The white-haired woman smiled and flicked the pottery with her fingers.

The sound is not crisp, but deep.

It fell into Wei Yuan's ears, making his consciousness a little trance.

The vision in front of him became blurred, everything magnified, and spots of light appeared one by one.

Wei Yuan loosened his palm, and the ancient pottery fell down.

………………

The sound of pottery was harsh.

Soft curves, perfect radians, every line on it seems to be formed naturally.

The treasure-like pottery fell to the ground and shattered into many pieces. Wei Yuan was startled. When he came back to his senses, he saw himself sitting on a bluestone beside a river. Lush, a dull thunder-like sound can be heard in the ears.

Wei Yuan lowered his head and stared at the shattered pottery, gradually becoming a little confused, as if he had forgotten something.

What is he doing here?

where is this

I seem to be a pottery craftsman? no it's not...

who I am?

A familiar voice shouted from afar, making him break free from this daze like dozing off. He blinked his eyes, the grass by the river was blown up and down by the wind, turned his head, and saw a healthy man The strong young man ran over with big strides.

He had a healthy body, tanned skin and hair as unkempt as seaweed.

There is a pendant of wolf teeth on the neck, and a heavy weapon made of stone behind it.

The young man ran over, slowed down his pace, saw the broken pottery on the ground, curled his lips with some regret, lowered his head and pulled it down, then shook his head, stretched out his hand and patted Wei Yuan's shoulder who was in a daze , Comforting: Oh, it doesn't matter if you fail once, you will always succeed.

Come on, I need your help with something.

As if a certain membrane had been chiseled, the young potter came back to his senses.

He blinked his eyes, and threw the inexplicable thoughts in his mind just now, like a flying iron bird and an iron box running on the ground, to the back of his mind. He felt that he had been in a daze for too long, what were he thinking about? , Patting the dry mud on his hands, he stood up, wearing animal skin clothes, with stones on his wrists as decorations, looked up at the sky, and stretched comfortably.

He is a tribal craftsman. Although he is said to be a prisoner of war, he has not been abused because of his pottery skills.

His name came from a certain wish.

It is hoped that the water will gather in a deep pit and no longer flow.

It's called... Yuan.

The young man with the weapon on his back hurriedly pulled him over, grinning and said:

That guy named Yu is going to marry Miko-sama as his wife tomorrow, and you are still pondering over your pottery here, come and help, hehe, when he knocked on the door to beg for marriage, you were the worst offender. Take pottery and put stones in it and smash it down, you need to put in a little more effort today.

PS: Today's second update... 2,500 words, a little less~

I said it was just a mortal, lying dead, but the following story should be quite interesting...

In the previous chapter, I forgot to mark the rewards of the warrior Xingtian after the chapter name, so I will make it up~