Museum of Demons

In the museum, Wei Yuan opened his eyes blankly and lay on the bed. There was a dispute between Taoism and Buddhism at Tiantai Mountain, but he was like a salted fish, unable to raise any energy.

Obviously, I slept all night, but it seemed as if I had stayed up all night.

Every cell in my body is shouting what to sleep.

Every strand of true spirit is fishing.

Wei Yuan stared at the ceiling with a pair of eyes, his brain blank.

After a while, Wei Yuan's thoughts finally gathered together.

I looked at the phone, I was already asleep, and I felt so tired.

By the way, am I really asleep?

Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows and vomited. Zhen Ling became active from dead silence. At the same time, he suddenly recalled his dream. The dream was very simple, a table and a kitchen.

Wei Yuan recalled cooking in his dream like the wheels spinning.

Soon he recalled the guest's face.

He was dressed in a plain cloth robe, hairpins tied with hair, and his face was old-fashioned and his eyes were calm.

Holding chopsticks in his hand, he eats calmly, with quaint movements.

If you can ignore the plate on the side like a mountain.

He eats a plate.

Wei Yuan, who was ignorant in his dream, turned around and went cooking.

Then put things down.

Then turn to cooking.

One was expressionless and closed his eyes for cooking, while the other was expressionless and quickly ate the food.

The fit is perfect.

It is simply an ancient version of the Futukang assembly line.

Wei Yuan's complexion slowly stiffened.

I made it for the night?

He suddenly recalled the exchange between himself and Zhu Jiuyin yesterday.

‘I also have a way to make you safer. ’

‘Also ask me. ’

Yesterday, when Zhu Jiuyin faced Wei Yuan's request, he nodded and said:

"I will handle it myself."

Then the eyes were plain, the tone was ancient and ancient, and he said with a negative hand:

‘Yuan, the way of heaven and earth, there are gains and losses, remember. ’

This is, there are gains and losses...

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

The true spirit stayed with Zhujiuyin in the dream for a long time, so it was equivalent to being contaminated with the breath of Zhujiuyin, so it was safer.

Although he has the feathers of a strange bird that can be matched without confusion.

But that kind of treasure that can be regarded as a strange animal level at best is useless for Zhu Jiu Yin.

Facing this big man, Wei Yuan could only hope that he would not come to his dreams to eat and drink. After washing his cold water face, he looked listless, startled the water ghost and looked at it weirdly. Looking at Wei Yuan, he said, "Boss, have you had a nightmare?"

Haha...nightmare?

Can it be a nightmare if you dream of Jiu Yin?

One table, one kitchen, one iron pot, one person, one night.

A miracle, a corpse.

………

But at any rate, there are people with cultivation bases, and Wei Yuan Zhenling’s exhaustion is only because of the long contact with Zhu Jiu Yin, and he has been invisible oppression. He slowly recovers. Today, he may use other methods to get rid of it. I've also told the old Taoist priest, Wei Yuan ate breakfast slowly.

Congee with preserved eggs and lean meat, fried dough sticks, plus a beast version of meat buns.

Of course, before Wei Yuan started the meal, there was already a familiar Cengfan member in front of him.

Feng Siyu is a vegetarian, so he eats vegetable buns and porridge with mixed grains.

The pickles from Longhushan are the most sought-after products when eating porridge for breakfast.

After the two chopsticks fought, Feng Siyu ended in defeat. Most of the pickles fell into Wei Yuan's stomach. After eating and drinking, they found a small blue, wearing white short sleeves and a red jacket. Feng Siyu picked his teeth with a toothpick, his eyes lit up, and said, "Master Weiguan, where are you going?"

But those wide-open eyes were obviously talking.

Is there any delicious food there? !

Wei Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth, and said, "Go to the fight, can you go?"

"Quarrel."

Feng Siyu clenched a fist with his left hand, slammed it on the palm of his right hand, making a sudden realization, and then ran away in a smoke. Wei Yuan had no choice but to see the goddess Jue coming out holding a bouquet of flowers. The girl was wearing a light blue coat and the high pony tail fell. Facial features are soft, saying:

"Fucking with Si Yu again?"

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and said: "This little girl is too good to eat."

"If you continue to eat like this, her own store will be emptied a long time ago, so you have to take care of it."

"Eat eat eat, you know to eat."

Jue put the flower on the wooden stand outside, adjusted its position, and said, "The Yu clan has a great appetite. With her cultivation base, it is impossible to eat fat."

Wei Yuan was dumb.

Speechless for a while.

Wei Yuan looked at the girl sorting out the flower shop, hesitated, took a slight breath, and said:

"Je?"

"Um?"

Jue raised his head, the morning light shone on his side face, his eyes were clean brown, and the dust flicked slightly in the sun, scattered with gold, and the black hair was soft. Seeing Wei Yuan did not speak, the girl smiled. Asked: "What's wrong?"

Shall we go to Tiantai Mountain together?

Wei Yuan opened his mouth and was about to speak.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, a figure suddenly turned out, and unceremoniously sat directly on the back seat of Wei Yuan's bicycle. Wei Yuan's words were blocked directly back, and when he looked down, it was indeed Feng Siyu, and Wei Yuan lowered his voice. , Said: "What are you doing here?"

"Go and watch the fight."

Feng Siyu naturally said, "Otherwise, what else can I do?"

"Then you just..."

"I just found a little melon seeds and nuts."

"...Go down."

"I do not want."

"Give you three hot pot, go down."

"Five tons!"

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched: "What you just said was a ton, didn't you stop it?"

Feng Siyu looked innocent.

Jue suddenly burst into laughter, and the two of them paused, then turned their heads to look, the girl spread her hands, and Zhanyan joked:

"You two, really look like father and daughter."

"Okay, okay, you guys don't quarrel."

"Yuan, take her with you. When you come back, remember to buy something delicious and have dinner together tonight."

"I won't go."

Wei Yuan nodded regretfully.

Feng Siyu nodded regretfully.

Jue watched the two leave, moved a pot of flowers to the museum table, adjusted the position, and then took away the pot of flowers from yesterday, walked through the flower shop alone, and went to the back room where he lived. Sitting on a wicker chair and slowly sorting out their thoughts, the two friends of Ehuang and Nyuying seem to have found a new way.

If you can find the mountain ghosts, you can also point them to these spiritual paths.

In fact, in this era, these mountain gods and water gods can also cooperate with the forces of the world to achieve a win-win situation with each other. Of course, there must be people like contemporary heavenly masters as intermediary people. Both humans and gods are flawed, and people cannot see the gods. Power, God’s best not to go too close to the dark part of human nature.

Keeping distance and maintaining balance are good for both parties.

This can be promised to Master Zhang.

It's just a pity.

She never found Kunlun.

Going out several times, nothing.

She once again drew a circle on the Shenzhou geomancy map, and there are not many possibilities left.

Jue is thinking about the next problem.

In the tinkling bell, the flower shop was pushed aside, Jue stood up, and saw that there was a heroic woman in a red dress, Yu Ji, who was fierce as a fire. Jue put away her thoughts and invited Yu Ji to sit down. , Poured a cup of tea, gently pushed it over, smiled and said: "Yu, why did you come over suddenly?"

"It's okay, it's just that the master of the museum and Miss Feng are a little bit quarrelsome, so they went out to take a look."

"Oh, that's how it is."

The Kunlun goddess smiled with an elegant smile that couldn't find anything wrong.

Chat with Yu Ji about painting art and past events.

Yu Ji took a sip of the tea and felt that the tea taste was not dry. Obviously the person who brewed it had enough skill. Whether it was magic or art, the other party was very insightful. She couldn't help but sighed. : "Sometimes I really don't know if you are smart and mature, or a little dull."

"Sometimes it's very thorough, but sometimes it's easy to get in accidentally."

Jue was stunned.

He picked up the tea, took a sip, smiled and said, "Where does this start again?"

Yu Ji looked at the girl and said, "You just joked that sentence."

"Master of Weiguan, and Miss Feng are like father and daughter."

Jue was surprised, and then fell into contemplation.

Yu Ji groaned, thinking that this should be the end of the day. It is enough to say that she took a sip of tea, but saw a trace of apology on the face of the goddess, and said: "Yes, the father and daughter said, yes. Some took the liberty, I will apologize when they come back."

Yu Ji's movements are stagnant: "..."

She took a deep breath, waved her hand, and said, "I'll ask you."

"At that time, they were like father and daughter, so who played the role of mother..."

The goddess was silent and began to remember.

The goddess upholds the dignity and elegance that Kunlun Mountain should have.

"Mother? Who?"

The girl smiled flawlessly: "I don't know."

Yu Ji: "..."

She looked at the girl's profile, and had no choice but to expose this matter.

After chatting for a while, he got up and said goodbye.

Then he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the account with the head of the nine-tailed fox:

"Sorry, madam."

"Can't bring..."

Inside the flower shop, the Kunlun goddess maintained a flawless smile.

The door of the flower shop suddenly locked itself.

After a few breaths.

The pale face became redder and redder.

Until his face flushed.

She only returned to the taste at this time, and realized that her unintentional words seemed to embed herself in it. If she was an ordinary person, she would not care about her light temperament, but she saw the pottery and knew Yuan’s possible identity.

Then the audience is the one who knew him since he was a child, and in front of his friends who took care of him for a long time during the Three Kingdoms period.

Commonly known as community death.

Queen Mother West, what should I do...

After thinking about it, no solution can be found.

The Kunlun girl took a deep breath.

Turn around and squat down.

Take out a bottle of drink from the cabinet.

Inside is fruity beer.

No one saw it anyway.

Open, sit on the bed, and raise your neck.

Tons, tons, tons!

lie!

………

Wei Yuan drove the shared bicycle with the wind protection technique. Feng Siyu sat on the back seat with slender legs and turned his back to Wei Yuan. While watching the scenery on both sides, he ate melon seeds. The Yu clan was naturally friendly with the wind, even if With Wei Yuan's fast speed, Feng Siyu could still sit as a okay person, sitting steadily.

Relying on the technique of imperial wind, Wei Yuan still took a while to reach Tiantai Mountain.

Wei Yuan originally planned to ride directly on it, but only when he went there he found out that this place is horribly crowded and terrifying. There are even snacks and fruits at the foot of the mountain. It can be said that people are crowded. The hand knife was slashed on top of Feng Siyu's head with shining eyes, and she pulled the young girl up the mountain from one side.

Unexpectedly, the mountains are still very crowded.

This time it was originally for the purpose of propaganda, so I didn't even want to lock it up and do it myself.

Wei Yuan saw that there were many reporters and videographers on the high mountain, or they were practitioners of various schools, all with a ray of energy, and there were also practitioners of other genres on the trees everywhere. Wei Yuan even Yu also saw a young man with black hair and brown pupils who sneaked up sneakily, with an aura that was very different from Buddhism.

Wei Yuan perceives it, similar to the Western practice genre.

But it's different.

The man climbed the tree quickly. Wei Yuan retracted his gaze and looked forward. He saw the unique Buddha light breath of the Buddhist monks, his expression was slightly solemn, and he was about to let his own body pass. There was a riot. It turned out that there was a crowd on the mountain, and some people wanted to squeeze hard. As a result, a reporter accidentally stepped on the air and fell down on the side of the mountain road.

This is going to fall down, I'm afraid I'm going to die.

Wei Yuan flickered and appeared next to him. He was about to make a move. Just one palm stretched out, grabbed the reporter, and steadily pulled back. The reporter was so scared that his feet were weakened. He just saved the person. The man spoke, his voice softly said:

"The mountain road is steep, donors, watch your steps."

Wei Yuan looked up.

The rescuer was a young and handsome monk in a plain white cloth monk robe.

Also looking over.

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