Museum of Demons

There is no doubt that Jue is a character who likes reading books, tea, and flowers.

Under the guidance of a certain feudal patriarch who did not want to be named, Jue always went to study with contemporary people every time he went down the mountain from childhood. After being surprised by the master, he was basically more harmonious. Picture.

Although the literati of that era were a little brave, books were serious books.

Both in terms of weight and content, they are quite hardcore.

After the invention of movable type printing in Song Dynasty.

The civil servants ride on the road with weakened stamina.

The price of books also gradually dropped, which led to the spread of the Ariake generation market.

In the era when Jue was in, books were very orthodox words. In short, girls who habitually acquire knowledge through words were bombarded by the super-saturation of modern information. This kind of atmosphere is in many, many classics, or spread more widely. In the text, you can find similar pictures.

Such as Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian, such as The Story of the West Chamber, such as Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

The girl's brain almost turned into a paste. Looking at Wei Yuan's approaching face, she was nervous, and almost subconsciously wanted to punch it up. Then she turned around and ran, her body was so nervous that she didn't move. For some reason, it appeared in her mind. After that, the master who is not so good-looking, he taught her the boxing method heartily.

But didn't teach her the truth.

"You have learned a lot, but the soft nature also has the power to resist."

"Blindly kindness is not kindness."

"Or you want to learn some axe art."

The tall master smiled and joked.

People in later generations may think that the old man is ignorant, dead and traditional, but the rigid old man on the scroll is a person who can decide how to teach his disciples based on the roots of his disciples. He must be brave enough to be able to think and be good at skill. Arguing, let him be down-to-earth, and talented, let him be virtuous.

Regardless of his birth and experience, the Master can find a path that suits him.

Therefore, under his sect, there are people who are noble and virtuous like Ziyuan, and Ran Yong who is talented enough to be the king of the south; there is a Duanmu gift who has served as a prime minister in the two countries, and has resigned from office to do business, and is rich in the world; South, a sub-tour that opened the Jiangnan generation's context.

Even if it is the ultimate sub-road of a reckless man, it is still here to get the guidance of the road ahead.

The so-called master is precisely the origin of the four characters of teaching and not class in this world.

Before I met him, those were poor young people, gangsters on the road, and proud family members, who only knew how to fight cock-fighting, and live in style.

After meeting him, they are sages who are famous throughout the world, are generals in command of Qiancheng, are wealthy merchants in the world, are southern masters who have a southern culture, and are teachers of famous general Wu Qi. Almost every one of them is seventy-two. There are things he is good at, swordsmanship, six arts, politics, warfare, and business. Even Zhan Tai, who was undermined by Confucius, once cut the dragon with one sword, and had 300 disciples who travelled to study.

The master saw at a glance that the girl in front of him was kind-hearted, and did not teach the truth, but only taught boxing.

"When you are nervous."

"Don't make a fist in the palm of your hand, relax a little, and then strike out like a whip."

"A gentleman is eager to speak but is quick to act."

"Instead of speaking through words, it is better to express through physical actions."

"For example..."

"For example, if you have a grudge against someone, you might as well slap him in the face with your tone of voice. It will be more effective. Gentlemen must pursue the most effective choice, so we generally do not force them. Lai. It’s to be insensitive to words and deeds."

Of course it was not the master who said this, but the young man named Zilu.

Disdainful.

Aside from mentioning Zilu's past, he was truly conquered by the Master.

But even the teacher's teachings could not break the sage's nature and character.

This sentence is really not a joke.

He can always draw the nutrition he needs from the words of the Master and improve his way of knowing the world and all things. The representative of these words is that even people like the Master could not help but smile: I have no choice but to hear bad words.'

The master was so temperamental that he didn't care, and he didn't want to do it.

So the direct consequence is.

One year after the introduction of Zilu, no one has ever said bad things about the Master.

At this moment, the experience in the past memory emerged, and the girl grasped the fist in her hand, as if she was about to learn from the Zilu of the year, and swept Wei's chin with a standard punch, but this is just a surging memory and like a bird. The same thoughts passing through my mind.

She was too nervous to move.

Outside the museum, Master Yuanjue came back leisurely on a bicycle.

While riding a bicycle, he was hearty to greet the neighbors on the old street.

It's winter.

Has the Chinese cabbage been harvested?

Has the white radish been harvested?

Keep the cabbage and radish safe...

The great monk came back with an astonishing amount of ingredients, and was about to enter the door with things in his arms. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the museum owner and the flower shop owner looking at each other. A gleam of light flashed under his eyes.

Swipe it.

Before Wei was found, he instantly appeared in the corner with Buddhism.

Snapped.

A cabbage dangled and fell down.

Pick me up!

The great monk stretched out his left leg at the moment of his death, making a high-standard forward kick, directly supporting the cabbage, and steadying him in the standard posture of an Arhat, his eyes piercing, staring at what happened before him.

Amitabha……

Yuanjue sighed in his heart.

Master Wei Guan, you finally got the hang of it.

Soon there was a little regret.

It's a pity, it's a pity that you can't be saved into Buddhism in this life.

Can't see your ancient Buddha in blue lantern and enter my Buddhist gate.

It's a pity.

What a pity...

While Yuanjue was staring at the museum, a voice came from behind, curiously saying: "It's you, master, what are you doing here, why don't you go in?" Looking back, it was the soldier soul who went out for a walk. When the door is about to be opened.

Suddenly a palm was pressed on the shoulder of Soldier Soul.

"Um?"

"How...ah!"

The soldier soul turned his head, as if being pulled together by a thousand mammoths, he was pulled back by the great monk, with a face full of bewilderment that he didn't know what he was doing, and then he heard a happy voice: "Wow, great monk. Are you back from buying vegetables? What are we eating today..."

The painter's ghost hadn't finished speaking yet, the Buddhist monk stretched out his hand with a light of Buddha and directly moved the painter's ghost to his side, put the cabbage down carefully, and stretched out his finger to his lips: "Shhh..."

The painter ghost looked at Yuanjue and then at the museum.

Thoughtful.

Give a gesture with his thumb.

"clear!"

"The best material for painting."

The painter ghost's eyes flickered.

The backhand took out his drawing board from his back, like a swordsman pulling out his sword.

Call Tushan, call Tushan, the code name Vodka is ready.

Then looked at the great monk, with a face full of you that you can trust me, I am an expert expression:

"Do you want R18+, or all ages?"

"I recommend people of all ages. Although I have imagination, I am afraid that the owner of the museum will be so angry that I will just die."

Yuanjue: "..."

While one person and two ghosts were waiting for the development of the situation, the roar of the engine came from the alleys of the old street. It was from the special operations team. Zhang Hao, who came to eat, appeared here dignifiedly, and the great monk stepped out. , Shenzutong launched.

Zhang Hao was driving, casually chatting with Xiang Hongbao, the co-pilot.

Only a bang was heard.

The vehicle that was enough to crash into the monster directly stopped in place, and a shiny bald head appeared in front of it.

After a while, the large armored pickup truck that was enough to rush against the rhinoceros spirit was carefully placed aside by the monk and stopped. Then, Yuanjue appeared at the entrance of the museum with a strong man in his arm, without making a sound. .

The poor monk made a great wish.

Today, no one wants to enter this door!

The contemporary Sovereign of the Weishi Sect is also the only disciple who puts his hands together, and his face is solemn.

Initiate the heart with the heart, and the sound is like thunder.

Buddha Shakyamuni can be fake.

Poor monk's CP must be true!

………………

Because a certain monk opened the Buddhist realm directly outside the door.

Wei Yuan was not affected at all, or perhaps because he was too involved, that he could not hear the outside movement at all. He explained with difficulty: "Jue, in that video, he is me, not me, this is a It’s hard to explain things clearly..."

"It's like Hetu Luoshu, do you understand? It's like the experience in Peach Blossom Spring."

"In fact, they are all fake. I didn't do those things."

"Those things?"

The girl was at a loss, blinked, and subconsciously said:

"Could it be that... didn't you post a selfie video?"

"Selfie..."

Wei Yuan’s voice stopped abruptly, and then, his brain started to move fast. This one, Qi was with him. At this moment, A Liang’s emotional intelligence appeared in the depths of his mind. This was an unparalleled opportunity. Wei Yuan was here. It took less than a second to recognize the current situation.

Gan smiled and said: "Yes, yes... Haha, it's a selfie, it's a selfie."

The girl took a breath, her face was reddish, her voice trembled, and she said:

"So, what are you going to say?"

"What am I going to say..."

Wei Yuan looked at the girl, and the mentality of wanting to retreat disappeared for a moment, replaced by the clear courage that filled his chest. He took a deep breath and said: "Je, actually I..."

Wow.

The door bell rang.

The great monk Yuanjue's defense failed, and he watched a man in a gray robe walk in. The Buddhist mind and destiny, when facing this ancient man, seemed to have lost everything. Effect.

With the sudden movement, the two people who had been very atmospheric brushed back and turned their heads abruptly.

The body of the incarnation of Zhu Jiuyin thoughtfully said:

"It seems that I am not here at the right time?"

The girl with a red face like a burning cloud, and Wei Yuan who was agitated almost subconsciously said at the same time: "No, welcome."

"No, you came at the right time."

……………………

After a while, Jue brought a cup of tea.

There are refreshments left by Feng Siyu on the table.

Zhu Jiuyin glanced over the refreshment, his expression was flat, and he muttered: "I'm here today."

"It's for one person."

"one person?"

Wei Yuan was startled, Zhu Jiuyin nodded, and brushed her sleeves robe, there was a bright and generous girl in the museum, with flame traces on her eyebrows, black hair shawl, and the ends of every strand of hair were faintly dyed. Jue's red color was startled, and then subconsciously greeted him: "Second Sister?!"

Wei Yuan's face was astonished: "...female?!"

Zhu Jiuyin nodded, brushing his sleeves to freeze the surrounding sounds, and then told Wei Yuan and Jue about the general situation. The voice paused, and he explained: "Leaving the female man in the great wasteland is more dangerous. Bring her to Jiuyou, think about it, but you are a safe place."

"Besides, contact with familiar people can also help her real spirit to wake up faster."

"A familiar person..."

Wei Yuan looked at the female ghost and said, "Is it better to wake up the true spirit sooner?"

Zhu Jiuyin nodded and said: "Naturally so..."

"The resurrection of the true spirit of the female ghost ~www.readwn.com~ can control her power and restore her strength in a short period of time."

"Leaving her here is the most appropriate..."

Wei Yuan pondered for a long time and said:

"I see, if the stimulus is greater, will there be any adverse reactions?"

"will not."

"Well, I will find a way to restore her memory."

Wei Yuan thought for a while, silently took out his phone, and clicked on the head of a cat.

Just like when the old Taoist looked for him for the daughter's country, he asked heartily:

"Are you here, Daoyou Zhang|?\'-\'?)??."

"I have a great thing to tell you."

PS: The second one today............ Three thousand six hundred words