Museum of Demons

After Nv Jiao sent Wei Yuan back to the museum, she took out a piece of thousand-year-old ice and pressed it on Wei Yuan’s forehead. With a flick of her finger, the ice turned into fluorescence and dispersed into Wei Yuan’s body, although there was no way to compare it to the Lord of Kunlun. The power, but fortunately, Wei Yuan's pain can be eased.

Obviously, even if he failed the Kunlun Mountain assessment.

This elder sister also has a way to ease his pain.

Nv Jiao stared at him and said, "You really don't remember?"

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, "Remember what?"

"Oh…"

"very good."

The white-haired fox girl has no expression on her face: "I only show it to Queen Mother West, if I don't show it to my sister, I know?"

"Yuan, you've grown up."

"Sure enough, the younger brother can't keep it when he gets older."

The smile on Wei Yuan's face solidified, and the hair on his back almost exploded.

Even if he is now in charge of Xing Tianxue, he still feels numb on his scalp.

I've been crying from the bottom of my heart for a long time.

Yu, where are you...

I can't cope with this situation.

However, the female Jiao just vented her dissatisfaction in a certain sense when she lost to Queen Mother Xi. She glanced at Wei Yuan with a pair of eyes, and she seemed to remember something. She said that she would take him to Kunlun Mountain in ten days. Take a good rest first, and then leave in a hurry.

Wei Yuan was finally relieved.

In the rest of the time, it was just peace of mind to heal his wounds and recover his body.

Wei Yuan was still sitting in the wheelchair that was crushed and then repaired.

In my spare time, I can only browse through some classics in the museum.

In his current state, he is basically not suitable for spiritual practice.

I just don't know why.

He always felt that the eyes of the great monk Yuanjue looking at him were a bit weird.

With a honeyed smile that made his back spine chill.

Wei Yuan turned a page, raised his head, and saw Yuan Jue brushing his head down again, smiling so that the corners of his mouth could fit an oil bottle, Wei Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth, and then fell into deep thought—could it be that when he gave the monk to excuse me? Why is this kind of smile so weird makes his head feel a little cold.

At lunch, Yuanjue brought the dishes to Wei Yuan.

I don’t know why, but the monk used to eat more heavy mouthfuls and liked the flavors of chili very much, but the dishes I cooked today are all light dishes from the south of the Yangtze River. It’s amazing. These Jiangnan-flavored vegetarian dishes are made. Quite authentic, Wei Yuan was full of praise.

Then when Wei Yuan struggled with his chopsticks, the monk folded his hands together and asked with a smile:

"Guardian Master."

"You know, where is the Dharma?"

"Um??!"

Wei Yuan's thoughts stagnated, and then he looked suspiciously at the monk who was smiling in front of him—

Could this monk still have the plan to transform himself into a monk?

Therefore, I originally wanted to say that Dharma is between cause and effect, and so on. I muttered in my heart. I simply pointed at the dishes on the table with my chopsticks and replied quite casually: "Dharma is only between food and drink."

But after Yuanjue murmured a few words, his eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth smiled.

"Amitabha…"

"Sure enough, it's you."

Um? ? !

This is all right?

Wei Yuan was dumbfounded.

But Yuanjue's heart was very happy and brisk. The true spirit of the previous life returned and remembered many past events. As a Buddhist true cultivation, his true spirit memory is different from the method of restoring the memory of others. The Buddhist cultivation is me. It is the nature, perfect as a relic throughout life.

The past me and the present me are one person, but not one person either.

I am not me, the Buddhas of the three generations.

Originally, he was sitting alone on the spiritual platform, but at this moment, there was another monk facing him.

After hearing Wei Yuan’s answer, Yuanjue’s past life and the present self clasped their hands together, and exclaimed with joy: "The Dharma is between thoughts, the Dharma is between the human heart, and the Dharma is between endurance."

"The Dharma is among the red dust."

"Dharma is also between diet."

"Amitabha, it really is him."

Past and present, while shook his head regretfully.

"The savvy is quite high, but it's a pity that I wanted to save him into Buddhism as early as the Great Song Dynasty."

"The savvy is quite high, but unfortunately, some time ago I wanted to put the master of the museum into Buddhism."

The two true spirits of the monk looked at each other, smiled calmly, and confirmed that the thief of the year was the current master of the museum, but it was a pity that the monk had made a vow back then and the monk did not intend to violate what he said back then.

Wei Yuan felt more and more strange in his heart. The food was not fragrant anymore. After thinking about it, he put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, looked at Yuanjue, and asked seriously:

"Yuanjue, do you have something to tell me?"

The monk was surprised, and immediately pondered.

The past me and the present me talk to each other in my heart.

"How to speak?"

"It should be asked softly."

"Indeed, you can't be too direct. The Master Wei Guan seems to have not remembered what happened back then."

"It's really bad to be too direct."

"It's the extreme, the extreme, when you speak softly."

"It should be so."

So Yuanjue folded his hands together, with a gentle voice, and asked with a smile:

"Guardian Master."

"Do you remember the red clothes back then?"

The true spirit of Fahai: "..."

………

Wei Yuan was startled: "Red?"

Yuanjue nodded slightly and said with an encouraging smile:

"Yes, red clothes, good temperament, golden ring and high ponytail, good at using long swords."

Wei Yuan frowned, thinking seriously, the woman in red with heroic temperament, does he recognize this in people? But Yuanjue was so swearing that he didn't want to fool this friend, so he had to think hard, but speaking of it, it was just a multiple-choice question, and he didn't know many women.

First rule out a wrong answer.

It certainly won't be Jue.

Then it is impossible to be a girl.

She used the weapons left by the Shennong clan.

In the end, Wei Yuan's brows slowly unfurled, and he found someone, it seemed that it could only be Kua Lin.

But how could the monk in front of me know her?

He was suspicious, staring at the calm monk, and said, "Yuanjue, do you know her?"

"Master Wei Guan, do you remember?"

The monk was surprised. To be honest, in his memory, the memory of the thief is now restored, but for the famous man in red, he still can't see his face, vaguely, and may have to really see the real talent. And now, the master of the thieves guarding the pavilion actually remembered her.

Sure enough, is it unchanged for a thousand years?

The monk smiled and said, "Amitabha, that is the best."

"Master Weiguan, do you have children's affection for her? Poor monks can take their place..."

Wei Yuan was stunned before he could say the word marriage certificate, then shook his head and said:

"of course not!"

The monk smiled stagnantly.

Um? !

He widened his eyes: "No?"

"Definitely not."

"But you are getting along with each other in the past!"

Wei Yuan was stunned, thinking that the monk was talking about the dark history of being almost **** and married, and the female Jiao actually told the people in the museum? He said helplessly: "I was also forced back then, and it was not what I wanted to do."

Forced?

The Buddhist mind of the monk is stagnant.

Picture after picture appeared in my mind.

For example, the girl in red holding a sword forced the thief to say such things in full view.

Then pretend to refuse.

The entire past story suddenly changed its nature.

This this this...

Could it be that the famous arrester had such a character?

Or, the master of the museum is lying, he is actually a villain playing with emotions?

Don't want to do this? Is it forced?

In the true spirit, Fahai slowly got up, slowly making a fist.

The breath of Buddhism rises majestic.

Buddhism observes its heart, its words, and its deeds.

You take the initiative to speak.

And the woman waits for you for a lifetime, but you say no thoughts and ruthless.

Amitabha.

The poor monk had a word, and the donor listened quietly.

Fahai Zhenling clenched a fist, and the Buddha's momentum was thick and majestic, rising like a dragon.

"No feelings?"

But Yuanjue was full of dignity, thinking about what he had said in the previous life, pondering for a long time, and still said:

"Then Master Wei, can you please re-cultivate your relationship with her?"

He sincerely said: "The poor monk has a vow yoke, and I need you two to cooperate."

Wei Yuan: "...?"

"This is all right?"

The two were stunned at each other, but the soul of the soldiers appeared on their own initiative and reluctantly interrupted:

"Master, you said this is impossible, after all, there is also Miss Jue..."

"Girl Jue?"

The monk was stunned, and a certain mist in his mind was dispersed.

The appearance of the famous man in red became alive. It was the girl who lived opposite the museum at this moment. The expression on the monk's face was sluggish, and then relaxed, looking at Wei Yuan, and Wei Yuan found that the monk's face appeared again. That kind of honey smile that suddenly realized, the Buddhism mass disappeared.

"Amitabha, that's how it is, that's how it is."

"Haha, very good, very good..."

Wei Yuan: "..."

Is there something wrong?

Yuan Jue also understood that what he and Wei Yuan were talking about was not the same thing. He looked at Wei Yuan and asked with a smile: "Master Wei Guan, do you still remember what happened in the south of the Yangtze River?"

Wei Yuan frowned and shook his head.

But to be honest, he himself was not sure about the situation.

Yuanjue is so sure.

Could it be that he was reincarnated in a certain life?

The monk thought in his heart and smiled freely:

"It’s meaningless to say this matter to the poor monk. You may not believe it, the master of the museum. If there is nothing wrong with the master of the museum, you might as well go to the south of the Yangtze River with the poor monk to relax. trip."

"Where?"

Yuanjue raised his eyes, the expression in his left eye was clear and peaceful, but his right eye was as quiet as an old monk.

Hands together.

"Jinshan Temple."

White snake is about to get out of trouble.

…………

Outside the East China Sea.

The storm is rising.

The ink-colored breath reunited.

Vaguely transformed into the appearance of a dragon, crossing the crevices of mountains and seas, following the mouth of the Yangtze River into the sea, and re-flowing in the direction of Jiangnan Road.

Wei Yuan finally agreed to Yuanjue.

It's okay to go out and relax.

With such thoughts in mind, Yuanjue brought Wei Yuan to Jinshan Temple.

Once one of the four famous temples in the world.

Yuanjue looked at this strange and familiar ancient temple, and the sentient beings who came and went, falling leaves into the mountains and forests, yellow leaves flying like golden mountains, and monks wearing monk clothes sweeping, and the sound of the big broom sweeping the fallen leaves, the rustling sound made People's hearts are relaxed and peaceful.

Yuanjue was suddenly lost, as before.

"Master of the Guardian..."

"You go up first."

Wei Yuan felt vaguely, smiling and nodding.

Yuanjue nodded, with nostalgia, gently stepping on the Jinshan Temple with his right foot.

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The tourists and monks were shocked.

Then the heavy and unmatched Buddha bell that was 1,600 years old suddenly vibrated vigorously.

Such as seeing old friends.

The monk looked down, and the Buddha bell rang twelve times, resounding through the sky.

Never stop.

Twelve karma, return and return.

Thousand years of time, return to the old place.

Amidst the startled eyes, the monk who had just pushed the wheelchair erected his chest with one hand, the sides of the monk's robe were slightly raised towards the back, and he whispered, "Amitabha..."

ps: The first one today...Three thousand two hundred words

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