Museum of Demons

Wei Yuan silently turned off the phone.

He understood, to give the old Taoist time to relax.

Then things can be said well.

He has plenty of experience in regards to the ‘speed of feedback from the old master’.

Besides, the old Taoist priests played so splendidly when they were young, and he must have a big heart.

Wei Yuan turned around, waited with his arms in his arms, and then thought of a way to speak, and looked for the Emperor Shi Emperor for the sword that was passed down from generation to generation. When he returned to the hotel, his footsteps suddenly stopped. There are already quite a few guests in a restaurant with few people, most of whom are women.

I don't know why they are gathered here, looking at the emperor who is obviously in a high position with brilliant eyes.

Emperor Shi sat there quietly, and the women around him stared at him, seeming to have the urge to rush to ask for a phone number, but because of some invisible feeling, he still dared not go up.

Wei Yuan was dumbfounded.

Your Majesty, have you selected the skill of charm?

It's harder than the peach blossoms in luck...

wait…

Wei Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking hard with the knowledge in his mind about air luck.

If the emperor's emperor's aura has reduced its domineering oppressive power.

Is it a similar thing?

The boss also stood there dumbfounded, touched his head, and said with emotion: "How many years hasn't been so lively, brother, what does your boss do? Or else just come and sit here with me, I think it's not a few days away. I will be able to open a branch, and I will be divided into you at that time?"

Are you treating my majesty as an adult guest?

If I agree, I will definitely be dragged back by the warriors of the old Qin people in the imperial mausoleum.

Then there is an iron fist of love between Lao Qin and Lao Qin.

I always felt that Zhang Han would crawl out of the pottery figurines even if he died.

Then stuff me in.

Say one thing, you go back, I come!

Wei Yuan twitched his mouth, walked in quietly and strode in, and said, "Boss, I'm back."

He released a trace of evil spirits from the military strategist, saying:

"Things have been ordered."

"There are our people over there, and it will be resolved soon."

The chill of the military master's suffocation, and deliberately misleading words, and someone's incomprehensible mannerism, finally made those attracted women mumble unanimously, regardless of so much, are you a bodyguard or something, etc. The words left.

Wei Yuan wiped his sweat.

Emperor Shi did not take these things to heart, but tasted the current food, modern noodles and condiments, as well as the richness of the products, which are completely incomparable in the last years of the Warring States period. He paused and said: "People Is it possible to eat this kind of food every day?"

Wei Yuan nodded.

The first emperor said: "Good..."

"How about the yield of food?"

When Wei Yuan said a number that far exceeded the first emperor's expectation, even the emperor who made great achievements more than two thousand years ago could not help the strange color in his eyes, and then said: "It is rare. Contributions, I spent a lot of effort, I... I once heard that Emperor Zhou had received auspicious auspiciousness, it is a very rich wheat ear..."

Wei Yuan said: "But this kind of output is something that countless people spend almost their entire lives doing."

"This is not an auspicious gift from heaven. If you have to say auspiciousness, then those who create these are the auspiciousness of our China, so that we can hold our destiny in our own hands."

Emperor Shi nodded with a smile and said:

"Senior good."

"Compared with only knowing the sword, it has grown a lot."

After eating, Wei Yuan successfully obtained the identity certificate of the Shi Emperor, and with this he bought a high-speed rail ticket. Sitting on the high-speed rail, he realized that the scenery on both sides of the first emperor was receding rapidly, and learned from Wei Yuan’s mouth that, This is a vehicle that everyone can ride on.

He finally had a real understanding of what kind of era it was.

"Rule the country by law, and the ingenious organs done will benefit all people."

"Are the Mohists looking forward to the era..."

"In the Daqin era, it can almost be regarded as a dream. Has it already become a reality?"

Some people on the high-speed rail are reading books, some are looking at the scenery outside, and most of them are playing with mobile phones.

Some children looked curiously at the majestic king.

The king was not angry, but smiled.

In the distance is the steel jungle of reading. In the windows of the high-speed rail, you can see the rolling streets and vehicles, the green trees and the vast plains. Can smile and calmly watch this era and Shenzhou.

"Really interesting..."

…………

On the banks of the East China Sea.

Amidst the violent sound, there was a divine wailing, and then he was suppressed by a golden palm backhand.

Ambilight scattered in the distance and rushed directly into the territory of China.

The young monk dressed in black stood on the surface of the sea, he staggered suddenly, stepped back half a step, coughed up blood from his mouth, his face was pale, and there was a hideous wound on his chest, but his face was still flat, looking indifferently. In the direction Xu Shi was going away, he stretched out his hand and crushed his divinity.

"You missed it."

Fang Feng raised his hand and pressed Dao Yan down, frowning to help him deal with the injury, mockingly said:

"Isn't it said that Buddhism has a wonderful and unparalleled heart?"

Dao Yan's voice was flat and said: "He is a top-notch monk after all. I can't completely beat him. I was just judging his choice in advance, so I was able to take the lead and take him. Restraint."

"But you made a mistake in the end."

"Yes..., this is indeed something I didn't expect." Dao Yan said: "I thought that the divinity that intersects with his life is something he values, but in the end he will actually abandon the divinity in exchange for lore. Break free from the poor monks and rush to China."

Fang Feng frowned, thinking of that alchemist's crazy appearance, and said:

"Is it because of what I want, or is it really brave?"

Dao Yan shook his head and said, "No..."

The voice of the world's top Buddhist monk is still flat: "It's fearful."

"Fear?"

"Yes... he has something of extreme fear in his heart, so there are dream bubbles in the past, and now that dreams are reversed. It is an obsession, and this obsession is a real fear. It seems brave and desperate, but in fact it is like being forced to the edge of a cliff. The dying person."

"It's a pity... also a true cultivator."

"A missed thought will ruin a thousand tribulations."

"Amitabha…"

Fang Feng murmured the eight-character judgment, but didn't say much. He looked at Dao Yan, who was pale and said, "Since you have been seriously injured, please stay here with me first, although you and I have had hatreds. , But these grievances, I don’t want you to die outside either."

"There are not many people, and one death is one less."

He turned around and walked into the house, sighing:

"When you are all dead, Shenzhou is truly a strange place to me."

"Have something to eat."

Dao Yan did not refuse such kindness.

He walked in and saw the thinly cooked porridge on the table, millet, rice, black rice, mung bean, red bean... all kinds of materials of completely different sizes, colors, and shapes, boiled in a disorderly manner to make them thin, and then used a spoon. Putting it in the bowl, the mind of the young monk trembling violently with no form and no thoughts.

Forcibly controlled myself not to look at the trace left by the porridge in the iron pan.

Dao Yan let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Do you really mean to leave the poor monk here?"

"certainly!"

Fang Fengyi spoke up, then took out a large clay pot, and said: "Here is the pickles made by someone before. It tastes good. It just happens to have porridge. You are a monk. If you don’t eat meat, just eat this, count. Speaking of it, Buddhism seems to have a very direct attitude towards Japanese pirates."

"When the Japanese pirates committed the side, Buddhist disciples also took action."

Dao Yan looked away from the porridge and said quietly, "Otherwise, how do you think the two long sticks commonly used by Buddhist disciples come from the characteristics of the wrought copper clad iron?"

Fang Feng was stunned, and immediately thought of the allusions of those monks and soldiers back then. The wooden sticks used for physical fitness were hit up, causing most injuries to the bones and muscles. So Buddhism was merciful, while the Japanese pirates were fierce and liked jade fragments. Many monks were injured and even died. Those monks are all annoyed, and are merciful to your grandma's mercy.

It is true compassion for the poor monk to send you to see the Buddha.

Later, the two ends of the Buddha stick were wrapped with steel material.

When encountering Japanese pirates, the Buddhist disciples held the end of the stick and slammed the ‘Ten Thousand Buddha Dynasty Sect’.

The head of the Japanese pirate blossomed directly.

The only downside is that I am more complained when changing money.

Fang Feng put the pickled vegetable jar back, took a look, and then the corner of his mouth twitched. He saw that the young monk's eyes were calm, the pickled vegetables on the table were neatly stacked into one piece, and all the peppers inside were picked. When they came out, everyone had been in line since they were young, and the young monk looked peaceful and peaceful, and exhaled comfortably.

"Amitabha…"

…………

Imperial mausoleum.

Xu Shi hid his face, condensed his breath, and finally ran here.

With his strength, if he saves face and ignores the problems that may arise later, he sneaks into China from the marginal area. It is indeed difficult to be immediately discovered. The territory of China is too vast. The more he goes on the road, the feeling of restlessness in his heart. It became more intense, but when Xu Shi rushed to the imperial tomb, he learned that the development of the imperial tomb has suffered major casualties and missing time, and it is now completely blocked.

Xu Shi's complexion changed slightly, he used alchemy, found the researchers involved, directly used alchemy to dispel the resistance of the researchers, and asked sharply: "What do you see in the imperial mausoleum?!"

The researcher was blank and muttered:

"…Nothing at all."

"what?!"

Xu Fu was stunned, and immediately there was a huge unwillingness and panic.

This represents the unknown.

The greatest fear of mankind is the unknown.

Sometimes, even if he got any powerful methods left by the First Emperor, he would not have such a continuous sense of panic.

I asked more than a dozen people, but they all got the same answer.

Nothing at all.

Xu Yu stepped back, looking at one of the twelve golden men who was still guarding, it is impossible that nothing happened in UU Reading www.uukanshu.com. The kind of thing that happened when he rushed over gradually collapsed, and tried his best to want. Breaking the fear of more than two thousand years, the last punch was hit, but he fell into a greater emptiness, just like the emperor of the year.

Unpredictable, unknowable.

His back hand and preparation are almost like a joke.

The hands and feet gradually became cold, and the vacant fear in his eyes grew secretly, Xu Xin took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions.

anyway!

Now that I have come to China.

He had to figure out what happened in the emperor's tomb and what was left behind by the first emperor.

And then, to break with the past...

PS: The second update today...Three thousand two hundred words.

Thank you for being so stinky to die, thank you~