Museum of Demons

It's five or six o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun didn't seem so hot, but the leaves on the side of the road were still lingering.

The dust on the ground is filled with sultry heat.

In the path to go through after school, an old man sits on the ground with some small objects in front of him. He looks very old and alone. There are not many people, but there are a few, but I don’t know why. Whether it's a man or a woman, an old man or a child, when passing by this old man, he turns a blind eye.

The old man didn't care about these, just smoking dry smoke.

Suddenly,

A shadow fell on him.

Finally there was a guest in front of his booth.

It was a monk, but there were no scars on the top of his head. He was wearing a black monk's clothes with wooden clogs under his feet. He looked at the old man in front of him with a smile but a smile. I've passed by, layman."

The old man stared at him with dim eyes, retracted, and said:

"The son of the Mogi family, why did he come here?"

The black-clothed monk sighed and replied:

"I didn't want to come."

"But something happened before Dashanzu saw the god. His daughter, the goddess Mount Fuji, died. Dashanzu was very angry when he saw the gods. He called many mountain gods to visit his shrine, but for some reason, there were also mountain gods whom he had called. Many were killed shortly afterwards."

"Even some shrines with great fame and history have been slaughtered."

"Even the Yasukuni Shrine was burned by a flame swept by a mountain breeze, and some of the soldiers and spirits enshrined in it have disappeared. It is said to be improper management, but in fact, I have seen it and it was deliberately destroyed. Yes, the souls of many military gods even left part of their hands and feet, and they were just thrown on the ground, almost like a demonstration and mockery."

"The owner of the shrine was found dead in the shrine by caesarean section. His head was missing. The scene was **** and terrifying. To be honest, he was a bit disgusting."

"This is a big thing, so it alarmed the great gods."

"Amaterasu Daiyushen is a sign, and the reason comes from Shenzhou, so I took the opportunity to come here and look for you."

The old man's eyes flickered, and he said slowly:

"Didn't Amaterasu Omikami fail to foresee why the slaughter acted in advance?"

The black-clothed monk shook his head simply, and said, "No, or in other words, there is no reason."

"No reason?"

The black-clothed monk nodded, thought about it, reached out his hand to pluck a leaf at will, and explained: "It's like we reach out to pick leaves and flowers. This is very important for plants, but we don’t care. I hate this plant. Does the plant have to pluck its leaves? No, am I doing this for profit? Nor is it."

"I just took it off casually, and I didn't go through the process of thinking in this action."

"The same goes for those who do it. He doesn't care about hatred or benefits at all, nor is he weighing the pros and cons or the conclusions obtained after careful consideration, so his killing is also extremely pure... and even Yongrong, which does not require reason. ’S killing, it’s like as long as he appears there, he will do it."

"This behavior is so natural that no reason is needed."

The old man couldn't help but said, "...Is there no survivor?"

"Yes, that's one of the reasons why I came to China."

The black-clothed monk said: "The only surviving person is a six-year-old child of Chinese origin. At that time, he was separated from his parents and saw the murderer at the shrine, but she could not describe the person’s appearance in detail. She just remembered him. It seems to have helped him take down the balloon that flew to the tree."

The old man was silent for a while, and said, "That's how it is."

He knocked on the stone slab with dry smoke and said:

"Shenzhou has indeed undergone a lot of changes during this period of time. You must be careful when you come here."

The black-clothed monk asked: "Actually I don't understand, why have you stayed here for decades?"

The old man’s eyes were muddy, glanced at him, and said indifferently: “This is the only one that has been completely passed down among the four great gods of the Gods. There are treasures everywhere in this land. The Buddhism of the past found new possibilities here. Then it invaded our hometown and gave Shintoism a chance."

"At that time, the Buddhist temple held its own soldiers and respected itself, even more powerful and prestigious than ordinary daimyo."

"Now a new era has arrived. This is an opportunity, an excellent opportunity. We were born in this era, how can we easily let it go?"

The monk frowned and said: "But Shenzhou is too dangerous here, don't you worry?"

The old man laughed and said: "Dangerous, China is indeed vast and profound, but now it is only the first stage of aura recovery. It has only been a hundred years since the aura has risen on a large scale. The number of true practitioners on this land is still Limited, this may be the shortcoming of too much land."

"They can only maintain general stability at the moment. They can be divided into each city, and they are a little stretched."

"I don't need to face the strongest practitioner in China."

"I just need to be careful not to let them find me."

"So I won't use our Sakurajima magic, I just find the buried artifacts on this land, and then spread them out, so that evil spirits can be bred on these artifacts, so that they can hide one by one. When the time comes, you can cause a major trouble to China as long as you detonate the disaster."

"This is what they said, the embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by the ant's nest."

"Besides, I also have the blessing of gods, everything is safe."

The eyes of the black-clothed monk and the old man fell on the exquisite geisha doll. The monk stood up on his chest with one hand and bowed slightly, saying:

"Yes, with the blessing of the gods, you must be safe and sound. The shrine is still waiting for you to go back to host it."

The old man did not answer.

He has been wandering on the land of China for more than 50 years and dare not think about stepping out of China.

He took these ancient artifacts, it was good to be hidden, and able to move quietly, but once he planned to transport these ancient artifacts out of China, it would attract direct searches by the special operations team, and may even attract a monk who taught the five thunder urn. Cross-examined.

The old man exposed this topic, looked at the god, and said:

"There are eight million gods in our country. In this era, we will certainly be able to cast glory."

"All things are spirits. For the general public, it is just a fabricated myth to deal with it. But do you know why there are eight million gods in our country?"

The monk’s family is famous, and he knows a little bit about the truth hidden in history, but he doesn’t know much. He signaled the old man to tell the story. The old man first respectfully worshipped the divinity entrusted to the doll, and then slowly began to speak. :

"This is the real myth and history."

"In the early days, there were no gods and spirits. All the gods were originally one, and their divinities converged into a sacred tree that connects the sky and the earth. The sacred tree is connected to Gao Tianyuan, and his roots have been deep into the Huangquan. It’s extremely great. All the gods are gestated in this sacred tree, falling asleep, and have never been to the ground."

"Then finally one day, an extremely majestic condor descended from a distant country."

"Many gods in the sacred tree shouted and ordered this condor."

"They ordered the condor to grab the roots of the sacred tree with sharp claws; ordered the condor to tear off the tough bark, and ordered the sacred eagle to break the towering branches. The sacred tree is so great, and the blood of the condor is dripping down. , But finally slowly torn out a crack by it."

"And at this time, many gods worked together to finally be born from the sacred tree, constantly pushing and rushing in all directions, the constantly emerging divinity sprinkled like light and rain on the country, on the bridge, on the trees, Landed on the wolves. Those who landed on the bridge turned into bridge girls, and those who landed on the trees turned into wood spirits. When they fell into the wolves ~www.readwn.com~ they changed to become mountain gods."

"The rain of light lasted for three days and three nights, and eight million rains fell, so everything has spirituality. With the foundation for becoming a god, eight million gods were formed."

"In the end, the gods who were finally free for this reason danced, but the condor did not want to leave, so the gods used wisdom and bravery to finally let the condor surrender, and they ordered the condor to leave quickly. , You are not allowed to come back, otherwise you will definitely kill it."

The monk was thoughtful. He knew that the sacred tree in this legend should be the original divinity of the birth of the kingdom. He curiously asked:

"Why didn't the condor appear in the myth after that?"

It was not the old man who answered, it was the exquisite geisha doll and the divinity attached to it, with a quiet and indifferent tone: "Because he is dead."

"died?"

"If you disobey the gods, you will naturally be punished by heaven, and you will die long ago."

PS: Today’s second update.........2,700 words~