Museum of Demons

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In a certain car.

Zhang Hao finally received the news from the museum owner.

He didn't know what was happening, it seemed like an illusion. He saw some kind of difficulty in gnashing his teeth in those short six words, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Thinking of Master Zhang Ruosu's words, no matter how hard it is, Zhang Hao felt that he had to bite the bullet and pass. .

To be honest, it turns out that he really likes to go to that kind of old neighborhood.

Especially after the case is handled, there is not as bustling and lively as the new city, but the solid road, the thick old trees on both sides, and the kind of slow and lazy taste, can make people like him relax from the heart. , Whether it’s eating a boxed lunch in the car or squatting under a tree to smoke.

When someone comes, trample the cigarette **** out, sorry to smile and then walk away.

It can give people a sense of relief from the heart and outside of the burden.

Well, it used to be like this.

Now he would rather stay in the office than go to that old street.

When did it start?

Alas, since I got to know the Master Weiguan.

The atmosphere over there always feels more and more heavy.

Zhang Hao sighed, pinched the cigarette, and stepped on the gas pedal. Xiang Hongbao still missed the bowl of steaming instant noodles and delicious noodle soup just now, so it was not enough. He just felt more hungry and turned to look. Looking at Zhang Hao, he said, "Where are you going? Why is this face solemn?"

Zhang Hao said: "You don't understand."

Xiang Hongbao cast aside his lips: "Isn't it just moving rescue soldiers?"

"I'm listening, what museum, what don't you understand?"

Zhang Hao sighed and said, "When the time comes, you will understand."

The throttle is enough.

Xiang Hongbao complained in his heart, how could he feel the pushback even in the special car for this action group?

These guys are definitely modified.

After a while, Zhang Hao drove into the old street, and pulled out a small packet of soda crackers from the car. Xiang Hongbao thought in his heart whether the soda crackers had expired or not. This thing was so popular that it was like a dormitory in the southern dormitory during the rainy season. The underwear does not feel crisp at all.

At this moment, Xiang Hongbao suddenly contracted his pupils.

I felt an indescribable piercing sensation coming to my heart.

The back straightened subconsciously.

He heard a neighing sound in his ears, like steel and violent war horses.

There is also a sadness that spans long years.

He turned his head subconsciously.

A piece of tranquility.

I looked around and saw a few shops in the back. It's rare that there are new shops in such old streets, a bookstore, and an atelier. The chill came from those two shops, but I thought about it carefully. , But there is no such feeling at all.

Xiang Hongbao turned his head to look at Zhang Hao, and said weirdly: "Did you hear anything?"

Zhang Hao gave him a puzzled look and said, "What?"

"...I don't care if I don't have it."

Xiang Hongbao shrugged, threw the damp biscuits back, and said:

"But you are right, there is indeed something wrong here."

Zhang Hao had already got out of the car, Xiang Hongbao followed and saw the museum, his eyes were slightly bright, when Zhang Hao took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and walked into it, Xiang Hongbao followed behind and saw The people at the table stretched out their hands and patted Zhang Hao, and said, "Isn't this very warm?"

He saw a young man with leftovers. His sister should be next to him. He had a good appetite. There were two beautiful ladies over there. A chair next to him was empty. It was obvious that someone had left the seat temporarily and closed. Xiang Hongbao said, "Where is the weird thing?"

Zhang Hao's body was stiff.

In his eyes, there is a mysterious girl who is obvious and unusual. It is a celestial predecessor that even the ancestor will respect. It is a loved one of the overlord of Western Chu Xiang Yu. Looking around for a week, I can only rejoice in my heart. Those Qingqiu The fox clan is not there, or else a nine-tailed fox will be added.

He is a little Taoist who has been in the world, and he can't hold it in his heart.

Wei Yuan saw the 500,000 walking, his eyes gleaming.

Could it be that this is here to pay?

So he coughed slightly and said, "Zhang Hao, who is this?"

Zhang Hao came back to his senses and introduced: "Ah, this man, his name is Xiang Hongbao, he is the one who broke into the Western Divine Hall by the Chinese Cross Nestorianism. In the end, I don't know who reported it, and he was released today."

Own person?

Wei Yuan's complexion was slightly stiff, without changing his face, he said:

"There is such a thing, it is really regrettable..."

Xiang Hongbao was greatly moved when he saw the real emotions on the face of the young museum owner.

I just think this is a character who can truly empathize with the world.

Look, look, this is not much better than the saints in the Cross?

Wei Yuan invited the two to sit down and said that at this moment, Yuanjue came out from behind. He was just going to the kitchen to get food. When he saw them, he smiled and said, "Is it your guest? Poor monk with two sets of bowls and chopsticks?"

Wei Yuan said, "I've come here, I'm troubled to realize you."

"Haha, you're welcome."

The great monk turned to the back and came out with two more bowls of rice.

Xiang Hongbao was already hungry and couldn't bear it, so he thanked him for it.

Zhang Hao was still a bit cautious. He thanked him, and when he turned his head to pick him up, he saw an extremely familiar face. He looked dumbfounded. In his mind, those videos that he saw only now came out of his mind. The Buddha said The protagonist of the Absolute Fa, the descendant of Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty, the Shizong...

"You, you..."

The great monk bowed with one hand, with a gentle voice, saying:

"The poor monk is now staying at the Master of the Weiguan."

"Do some chores by the way."

"It's just a little guy in this museum."

Museum, man...

Zhang Hao opened his mouth, looked at this small museum, and was speechless for a while.

Only Xiang Hongbao, who went to jail early and confiscated his mobile phone forcibly disconnected from the Internet, didn’t know that this monk had nothing to do with his feet, heartless, and ate extremely happily, but Feng Siyu had to grind his teeth with anger and shook his chopsticks. The speed keeps soaring.

Jue looked light and quaint next to him.

Yu Ji only heard this young man's surname item, and her eyes fluctuated slightly.

Shenzhou habitually talked about things at the dinner table. Wei Yuan asked what happened. Zhang Hao cleared up his emotions and explained the reasons why he rushed over. When it comes to the presence of elite Western monks, especially those with divine nature Existence, about to enter the Shenzhou waters, Wei Yuan frowned and interrupted:

"Have they reported to Longhushan in advance about this matter?"

Practitioners, especially those with this level of divinity.

For ordinary people, it is a strategic force.

To enter the field of another country, you must report it.

Zhang Hao shook his head and said, "The heavenly master said, I will clean up them after this matter."

"It is important to figure out what happened in the East China Sea first."

Wei Yuan nodded and frowned slightly. The influence of the Western Cross Religion was not weak. The New World and Australian branch elites disappeared together, especially the divine fictitious angels were directly disconnected. Obviously, there is something hidden in the East China Sea. Can instantly erase the danger of fictitious angel-level monks.

This danger must be dealt with in the territorial waters of China.

This is what Zhang Ruosu meant.

First get rid of this danger, and then clean up those unruly people.

East China Sea...

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, and a name appeared in his mind instinctively.

Work together.

It crashed into Buzhou Mountain and knocked out the great **** in the northwest of the sky.

Guided the great flood of the gods, and was sealed under the East China Sea led by Yu.

Although it was directly sealed off at the beginning.

But no one can guarantee it.

With this sign, is it possible that Gonggong has recovered?

The corner of Wei Yuan's eyes jumped, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized the possibility was huge.

If you work together, it is as simple as eating a meal if you want to pack a few fake angels with divine nature.

At this moment, Xiang Hongbao’s mobile phone rang again. He reluctantly put down his chopsticks, picked up the mobile phone, and pressed the call button, only to notice that the other side was from the sanctuary. Before he could go out, he said The voice of the church:

"Xiang! Go and find a practitioner from China immediately!"

The old man over there lost his original composure, only gritted his teeth and anger:

"But don't let their high-ranking cultivators know directly."

"Find a way to deal with it softly. The New World Church preached that it was China that killed our pastors and angels. Now the chief referee has been instigating the chief referee to lead the elites from the sea to China. You have to ask the Chinese monks to give an explanation, you Find a way to stop them!"

"We must find a way to bring them back."

"This matter hasn't been clarified yet. Don't intensify the contradiction. Don't let the high-ranking monks directly participate in this matter. Find a way to deal with it through formulaic channels. Those high-ranking monks may directly do it..."

The call ends.

Xiang Hongbao twitched at the corner of his mouth, fell silent, turned his head awkwardly to look at the person at the table, and said, "That's it, that's it."

"The fanatical lunatics of the Cross Tribunal are already on their way."

Wei Yuan put down his chopsticks.

Yuanjue's eyes are peaceful.

Zhang Hao opened his mouth.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to stop Zhang Hao, looked at Xiang Hongbao, and asked in a calm voice:

"Didn't he say not to let you tell the high-ranking monks in China? You decide what you want to do. After all, this is your belief."

Xiang Hongbao was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Of course he is directly looking for a celestial master."

He cursed and said: "What formula channels do you plan to engage in woolen thread, grandma's, and what democratization you want to do, and plan to use international public opinion to suppress people. I, these guys, I know them when they poke their ass. I have to say something in my mouth."

He noticed that there were still girls, he kept his mouth shut, and took it for granted:

"Well, don't look at me like that. I really have joined the church. There is no way to say that, but the territories and territorial waters of China cannot be violated. This is also my belief."

"Faith also comes first, right?"

"Other beliefs are at the bottom. The territory of China is not to be violated. This thing is my factory setting, right? How can I betray the country for God?"

Xiang Hongbao coughed and said sternly:

"Introduce myself, Xiang Hongbao, a contract worker for a literature and art studio in the street office of the Cross Nestorian Church, with a three-year regularization period."

"So you should call me, comrade."

Xiang Hongbao scratched his head awkwardly when he saw that no one was picking up the problem.

Then he said: "Zhang Hao, can you find the celestial master, quickly find a high-ranking monk and take away the lunatics from the judge's office."

The poppy said in a flat voice: "Crazy man? This is not necessarily true."

Xiang Hongbao was stunned.

Poppies touched the table with their fingers lightly, and said thoughtfully:

"On the one hand, it dispatches the court, and on the other hand, through your method, you tell China about the news. In this case, even if the event develops to the worst, as long as you find you and put the information in record, you can at least get the church out. ."

"The church is innocent, this is the final inevitable result, but is it really the case?"

"Revival of spiritual energy, are you sure that this is not what the church wants to test the extent to which this ancient land of Shenzhou is revived, using the anger of the court to take advantage of the trend?"

Xiang Hongbao opened his mouth.

At this moment, I felt something dirty called political means.

He reacted and murmured: "So, the heavenly master had better not make any moves."

"This matter should not use the strongest monk in China, it must show the background of China."

Feng Siyu said: "Sister Yu, you are so amazing..."

Poppies fell silent and said flatly:

"It's just learning a little bit from an old gentleman named Fan."

"Not worth mentioning."

Xiang Hongbao's scalp numb, and said: "What should I do? Zhang Hao, you can find a way to contact other people...There should be a lot of experts in the Tianshi's Mansion."

Wei Yuan got up, looked at the honest monk next to him, and said, "Yuanjue, do you want to move?"

The monk folded his hands together and said: "You are the owner of the museum, and I am a buddy. You said you want to move, of course it's okay."

Xiang Hongbao was stunned and stammered:

"Are you crazy? That's the tribunal, a bunch of lunatics."

"Very good."

Wei Yuan said, "Elite? Get used to it."

It was often played during the Daqin era.

Yuanjue said, "Thank you for your concern."

"The poor monk just wants to reason with them and make things clear. There is no need to fight."

Wei Yuan raised his hand and lifted the sword, and the eight-faced Han sword of the Iron Eagle emblem fell into his hand. The low-pitched sword screamed Xiang Hongbao to stop. Yuanjue thought for a while and lifted the eight hundred jin nine-ringed tin stick. The nine rings roared to make people feel pure. The heavy and huge tin rod itself also possessed the wonderful power to instantly calm down the person who saw this thing waving.

Wei Yuan took out the gun again, this thing still has some deterrent power to people.

Silent~www.wuxiahere.com~ Accompanied by the sound of weapons roaring, the clicking sound of guns, the trembling sound of tin rods, a wave of suicide surrounds Wei Yuan and the monk, Wei Yuan seems to have thought of something, He held the sword in his hand, looked at his watch, and said to Zhang Hao, "Wait for a while, I'll get something."

Then go back to the inner room and close the door.

He lay neatly on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep directly.

There are countless delicacies in my dreams——

The ancient mystery of the Nine Nether Common Master Candle Nine Yin Summoning Technique.

Wei Yuan joked in his heart, but his thoughts were a little condensed.

You have to confirm first.

Did Gonggong over there wake up...

ps: The second update today...the buffer chapter, thanks to Mingyue Dao fleeting million rewards