Museum of Demons

"We are the special policeman, Mr. An, there should be a painting in your house. That thing is a monster and it will be detrimental to you. Please cooperate with us to bring it out.

"What a monster."

"You are the police? Why, can you **** things for no reason if you have status? Can you **** people?"

"No, we have evidence, it will harm you."

"Go, can you go?!"

Some old people glared anger, picked up the broomstick next to them, and beat a few young men in plain clothes. Zhu Hongmiao was also inside. He sent the man to the hospital and went out for field work in one breath. But now I can’t tell.

First of all, a few of them did not dare to be rough with the old man. Secondly, they were afraid that they would really make a big move. On the contrary, they startled the evil spirit away. At the moment, they obviously had some cultivation skills, and they were all caught by them. An old man swept the floor with a broom and went out.

One by one looked at each other, embarrassed.

Zhu Hongmiao said: "The evil spirit is still inside, let's spread around to prevent it from acting rashly, take out the talisman, once the monster on the opposite side changes, let's rush in directly."

For a while, it itched with hatred.

It has not yet reached the stage of popularization by the whole people. They have to sign a treaty after practicing the basic exercises, keep secrets, and try not to let the impact of this matter expand, so as to avoid unnecessary transition from the ordinary social stage to the voluntary practice of the whole people. The trouble, slowing down the overall progress.

Zhu Hongmiao rubbed the place just hit by the old man's broom, grinned, waved his hand, and said:

"spread."

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An Xuyang drove out Zhu Hongmiao.

Put down the broom, panting.

When he turned his head, he saw his wife in red. The old man subconsciously hid the broom behind him, and explained with a smile: "A few young people came in and went in the wrong place."

The fairy in the painting gave a hum.

An Xuyang walked over, took his wife's hand, and said, "Let's go, go inside the house."

"My son is so busy at work, he even took the time to clean the old house, just to have a lively birthday, the two of us left inappropriate outside. Come, go in and amuse Xiao Rongrong."

The painting fairy followed him into the room.

This is an old house.

It is an old house in Anjia.

An Xuyang lived here when he was young. He lived for most of his life before moving out.

Today is his 60th birthday. His son An Shengming insisted on making a big deal. Many old friends also came and brought some gifts. It was not a valuable thing, but at least it was a kind of heart. There are a few tables of food and wine in the yard, and An Shengming personally takes care of it.

An Xuyang's second son made a list of the things sent by relatives and friends.

It's not about comparisons, just thinking about this friendship, don't forget.

An Xuyang changed into a dress with a stand-up collar that looked a little serious. The immortal in the painting also developed the blindness of an old lady. According to the habits of his hometown, he was 60 or 70 years old. He had to have a good birthday. There is a brazier, and you must step over to burn the unclean things and sacrifice to the ancestors. When you are eighty or ninety, you will have a'birthday forgotten', which means that you are getting older, and it is not a good thing to get older. .

Sometimes at a certain age, people feel that they are going to be dying.

It is hard to be confused if the elderly can live longer and healthier if they forget how old they are.

When the old man was packing his things, he saw the ancient painting. The scroll itself was already yellowed. The woman in red was painted with clear eyebrows and a little red lips with a smile.

An Xuyang stroked the scroll and discussed with his wife next to him:

"It's not good to always be pressed."

"Otherwise, hang up this painting today?"

The fairy in the painting turned red, glared at him, and said:

"My sons and grandchildren are all here today, don't you give me face when you put up the painting?"

An Xuyang smiled awkwardly, and suddenly remembered the few policemen today, and said again: "Yes, you should hold this painting, hide it well, and hide it, so you can't show it to others."

He directly handed the picture scroll to the painting immortal, and then patted the painting immortal's palm with his no-powerful palm, and said with a smile: "An Xuyang will not regret marrying you in this life."

The fairy in the painting said: "What do you say about this?"

An Xuyang laughed, turned around and walked out the door.

An Shengming serves the dishes at home. The dishes are simple and not as exquisite as the restaurant. The ingredients are real, the quantity is large and the flavor is strong. Everyone talks and laughs loudly, while the juniors are talking about themselves. This is the so-called It's fun.

Zhu Hongmiao squatted outside, gnawing the egg and filling the cake viciously.

He has already applied for help from the strong in the action group.

They can't control the evil spirit, they can't talk softly, and they can't make it hard.

But the action team naturally has masters.

Turning his head, he saw an unexpected figure.

"Guardian Master?"

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Wei Yuan said earlier that orthodox gods look down on illusion.

This is true.

But he is not a god.

The trick is still very useful.

It was just a decision, and he walked into the house easily. In the courtyard, no one found him. Wei Yuan believed that the immortals in the paintings he had seen before were kind, but they were vengeful in ancient times. Painted Skin begged Crouching Tiger for some time, saying that she only hoped to support her parents for a long time, and Painted Skin back then was sincere.

That kind-hearted rich lady finally failed to fight the bloodthirsty nature of the monster.

Hundreds of lives were left in his hands.

Where is the fairy in the picture?

Wei Yuan walked into the yard and sat quietly on a table beside him. There was an unused wine glass on the table. He poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip. Now that he has eaten all on the table, he has enjoyed himself. It was to sacrifice to the ancestors, with his feet straddling the brazier, An Xuyang held his breath and stepped over.

The children don't know why, but feel lively, clapping and laughing.

An Shengming grabbed the candies and distributed them to them, asking these children to say something beautiful.

Wei Yuan raised his eyes and scanned the courtyard, disturbing the excitement one after another. The old lady, or the fairy in the painting, held in her arms the old painting that Zhang Hao had already done with hands and feet, revealing a piece of red clothing. It is beautifully amazing.

Wei Yuan remembered the lesson of painting the skin demon.

It was her turn to jump the brazier.

An Xuyang turned his head and chatted with his friends with a smile.

suddenly,

The woman in red crossed her feet, and the old lady who was blindfolded also crossed the brazier lightly, but the picture scroll in the hands of the fairy in the painting was thrown into the brazier, and it ignited with a splash, An Xuyang suddenly The earth turned his head and saw the flame fluttering, the scroll of paper that had turned yellowish and brittle was burnt, seemingly incredulous, first instinctively stunned.

Then Tudixiang returned to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, struggling violently, pushing the person next to him away.

A few strides ran over, bent down, stretched out his hand, regardless of the flame burning, stretched out his hand to grab the ancient painting in the burning brazier, An Shengming and the others were shocked. I also poured the fuel-supporting stuff, and I had to burn all the skins on my hands, and quickly pulled the old man.

But no one knows how this old man who has been in good ears would have so much strength.

Like a mad cow, several people couldn't help it.

An Shengming was struggling, and hurriedly shouted to the blind pharaoh lady who still existed:

"Mom, please persuade Dad, what is this sudden madness."

Everyone knew that An Xuyang had always listened to his wife, and they all turned around and looked at the old lady.

An Xuyang's eyes widened and tears were red, but he just stared into the brazier.

The woman in red stood in the flames, looked at him, but said nothing, smiled slightly, and then disappeared, leaving only the ashes of the large swaths of scrolls that were burned down, flying down with the lick of the flames .

An Xuyang stretched out his hand, and the golden ashes burned by the flame fell on his palm.

The old man lost his strength and was pulled away by his children and grandchildren, but he burst into tears.

The young people who were finally able to hold the old man smiled. The children were blank with colorful candies and still had the joy of just now. Only An Xuyang sat down on the ground alone, crying at the brazier.

Wei Yuan was silent, and immediately laughed at himself.

He just thought that the immortal in the painting could still hold himself or turn into a demon. If he could still hold himself, he would bring it back to Longhu Mountain. If he could turn into a demon, he could only pull out the sword and kill the demon, but he did not think of the third Kind of possibility.

The immortal in the painting has discovered his own abnormality, and would rather self-destruct and completely cut off the possibility of demonizing himself to harm others.

He gently placed the cup in his hand on the table.

The illusion was unfolded with oneself as the center of the circle. Everyone was caught in a blindfold. Only An Xuyang himself was awake. He raised his head subconsciously and saw the museum owner who was wearing black clothes, pale, sickly, and sharp eyebrows. There was only sorrow left, eyes distraught, sadness came from it, and speechless.

Wei Yuan walked across the courtyard and looked at the ancient paintings that had been burned.

Said: "Sure enough, since she is the spirituality born in the painting, of course she knows that ancient paintings have been manipulated."

Looking at An Xuyang with tears streaming down his face, Wei Yuan sighed secretly, his five fingers slightly opened, his eyes converged, and the spells above the Taiping Essentials technique moved with his heart, and he pointed to draw a symbol in the glass of wine, and then it was just a quotation, drink. It turned into a white dragon and fell on the brazier. The soul that had naturally dispersed before was recruited before it returned to the heavens and the earth.

Fu turned into a red-clothed woman again, but her figure was erratic and she had no sense of reality.

She looked at her palm in disbelief, and looked at An Xuyang, everything seemed to be in a dream.

Fu looked at Wei Yuan again and said, "You are..."

Wei Yuan opened the mouth and said: "This is just a way of inspiring souls. You were originally a creature of ancient paintings, living on the paintings. Now the paintings that entrusted your souls have disappeared, but I still have a compromise here. Fa, I have to ask you two."

An Xuyang stared at Wei Yuan, pleading.

Wei Yuan looked at the fairy in the painting and An Xuyang, first looked at the fairy in the painting, and asked:

"Are you willing to give up the long life of your spirit and die with him?"

"Since I have given up my foundation, I am just an ordinary mortal, who will get sick, sleepy, hungry, and tired."

The fairy nodded in agreement, and said without hesitation:

"of course."

Wei Yuan smiled, looked at An Xuyang again, and asked: "So, An old man, I think you are in good health, and it is estimated that you can live to be more than 80 years old. If the fairy in the painting and the true spirit are linked to your soul , I am afraid it will only have more than ten years of life at most. Are you willing to spend ten years of life and die with her?"

An Xuyang nodded almost for fear that it was a dream.

Wei Yuan looked at one person and one spirit, raised his hand and lifted the talisman, consuming the foundation of the immortal in the painting and the life span of An Xuyang. Fu Lu slowly achieved his success. The sleeve was divided into two and flew into An Xuyang. The eyebrows of the immortal in the painting, An Xuyang only felt a little weak, and then, the red-clothed woman lost the appearance of decades of age, her face appeared around, her black hair turned gray, standing in An Xu Next to Yang, there was no sense of disobedience.

Wei Yuan retracted his finger.

The immortal heart in the painting fluctuates and loses consciousness against this almost to some extent against the means of life and death.

She plucked up the courage and asked: "Dao Master, you guys, are you here to slay demons?"

The young museum owner was surprised, and then smiled softly:

"This is also, slaying demons, slaying demons."

He said: "The last time I left, I said I wish the two happy golden weddings, but I remembered the time wrong. There are still ten years left, so I think it is my best wishes in advance."

When An Xuyang firmly held the palm of the painting fairy, he turned and left.

When I stepped out of this yard, I saw the book that records the gifts. A kind of ghostly induction made Wei Yuan's footsteps pause and hesitated. Then he picked up the pen to follow the turbulence in his heart, responding to the tracks of the world and the earth, and add them at the back. In one sentence, it was like finishing the last stroke when drawing a symbol, and the air was smooth.

It turns out that this is also considered Fulu.

If Wei Yuan has enlightened, he knows that this is not only a talisman, but also a proverb.

He looked at what he had written, then turned and left.

The illusion suddenly dissipated when he walked out of the yard. An Xuyang turned his head and saw that the old lady who had been blindfolded was still standing there. The truth was true. He stood up suddenly, ran away a few steps, and said awkwardly. Without a word, the old lady stretched out her hand and patted the dirt on his clothes, her eyes were reddish, and she whispered:

"It's just a picture, what anxious."

"Yes, yes, it's just a picture."

And at this time, a child holding candy lowered his head and saw a line of plain-lined words on the booklet recording gifts-"Fifteen years of marriage, Quanzhou Weiyuan"

He blinked, and that line of text disappeared strangely, as if it was just his illusion.

Wei Yuan walked out step by step, behind him weeping with joy and suppressing past pressure and worry.

A real monk has said that all sentient beings must be saved.

But no sentient beings can save ~www.wuxiahere.com~ is the salvation of all beings.

Live together for fifteen years, and finally die together.

On the bank of the Forgotten River, rest with the monarch; in the mud, intertwined with the monarch's hair.

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In the remote mountains, far away from the world, the beasts that only existed in the past years roared, the mythological beasts swept across the sky, and the winged tigers roared and roared.

Sitting still Wu Yu opened his eyes, and he changed into the sorcerer's clothes.

Take out the solemn, weird but sacred bronze mask.

The ceremony will begin soon.

PS: The second one today............ Four thousand words.

Everyone eat rice dumplings on Dragon Boat Festival~