Museum of Demons

What is the most painful thing for people who eat melon?

There is nothing more than eating melons on one's head.

And what is the more painful thing?

I am sharing this big melon that I have never had to eat with the protagonist who was eaten melon.

I am not a melon.

I am the yin in the melon field.

There are forks of runny soil everywhere.

The water ghost opened the door stiffly, and put the phone away in a jerky but unreasonable and strong way. In fact, he wanted to pass the ball from the back obliquely and threw the phone into the happy water cup, and directly put the phone that he just bought. Delete the browsing history for the physical.

But still can't bear it.

After all, I don’t have much money on hand—

That's the happiness water that was just poured out, and it's a stalemate after soaking the phone.

Needless to say, the appearance of the young girl, after putting a glass of happy water on the stiff ground, the water ghost pulled Zhang Hao behind the door and said in a low voice: "This, this, what's the situation?" Zhang Hao let out a sigh of relief. Things are said again.

"Not from this era."

"And, amnesia?"

"Yes."

Zhang Hao nodded and said in a low voice: "She was disturbed by something mixed with divine power. This divine nature acts on the soul. She has lost most of her memories, and only instinctive common sense remains, and After the loss of memory and deprivation of life experience, it is reflected in the instinctive tendency of the body."

"In other words, the memory is gone, but the character and acting experience after shaping are retained."

"I can't imagine who did it. Such subtle manipulation of divine power is terrifyingly powerful."

"It's terrible to see Wei Zhi's works."

"Could it be the interference of certain formations?"

"possible."

The water ghost scratched his head and didn't imagine such outrageous things, but when I looked at the people in the room, I suddenly felt that the girl’s affairs seemed not so unacceptable. After all, you can see the mountain gods of Kunlun Mountain. Watching western court dramas together, I saw a painter ghost finishing the tarot cards with Xiaoqing.

There are potato chips with torn openings and Coke iced to the best entrance temperature.

All this seems to be normal.

The powerful self-acceptance of the water ghost played a role.

When he came back, the girl had just introduced herself, and had chatted with a few people over there. The atmosphere was very good, or it was too good to be true. The white palace was decorated with luxurious gold and majestic black. The solemn Chi Fei needle traced the lines and the girl smiled and said:

"Me? Although I have forgotten a lot, it should be Chen..."

"My brother at home is not very good to me, but there is a distant cousin."

"Name? Mine?"

"Probably... it's a photo?"

The water ghost pumped his brain and asked, "Which picture is it?"

The girl smiled gently:

"Of course it's just like a candle, it's just like a small room."

"What else can it be?"

……………

Wei Yuan came to the place where he lost his sword back then.

That river, of course, has been a long time since more than a thousand years. Although it is changing with each passing day for the human world, for the natural world, it is far from the bottom of the vicissitudes of life. The river of the year is still there.

If you have to say something.

Probably it smelled a bit.

Wei Yuan squeezed his nose and looked at this river that seemed to be no different from that of the past.

How do you say this river...

If the boy Shi Pantuo fell into the river like now.

Wei Yuan would never jump in and fish him up.

At most, he took out the fishing rod he had taken away by the water ghost in the past and pulled him up, and then threw it into the bucket to wash him several times. Since they left Tianzhu, North India that year, the religious development has grown more and more here. It's getting more and more outrageous, causing everything in the river.

After all, a country that will study the gold element in cow dung in a scientific research institute.

Wei Yuan had never seen it before.

Now with the gradual recovery of the gods of the world and the return of the extraordinary, the sacrifices here are becoming more frequent and grand. Of course, there are more and more various things in the river. Wei Yuan pinched a The magic spell, Yufeng hovered around, dispelling the strange smell.

Then he looked at the river and said, "Come out!"

Seventy-two methods of the evil spirits, exhilarating!

The river **** who was just a river, Wei Yuan's current strength might not be able to drive it.

After all, a foreign country will definitely not recognize your China's laws.

But it's okay to call out.

Sure enough, but for a moment, accompanied by the turbulent river and the turbulent waves, a figure appeared, and immediately there was a strong and powerful divinity emanating, and the surrounding mortals were dispelled by the naturally opened illusion, ignoring the changes here.

Wei Yuan instantly recognized the source of power here.

It is a series of illusion.

Vishnu, the balanced three-phase **** representing Dhamma, is good at this line of supernatural powers.

The tall, indigo-blue face, the pattern of the third eye on the brow, four arms, stepping on a lotus flower, holding a golden magic hammer beside the river god, the waves are surging, and he sees the black hair with his hands in his pockets wearing black outside The young man seemed to feel a little familiar, and said: "Mortal, who are you?"

"If you don't offer sacrifices, you dare to disturb the gods!"

"Mortal, you will be punished if you become an evil spirit in samsara!"

The sound is vast, as if coming from all directions.

With natural grace and majesty.

As if to make people surrender instantly.

People can't help but kneel down.

Of course, what appears in the so-called gods like this is completely meaningless to Wei Yuan. No matter what kind of character he displays on the outside, his essence is a human race who has reincarnated in the world again and again. He has seen Too much too much.

Such a voice is far inferior to the roar of the overlord, without the magnificence of the great Qin wind, without the majestic vastness of the dead, and even worse than the monk who said softly, from now on, I will be Mahayana.

It was Wang Xuance's long howl, which was more shocking than this.

Wei Yuan lazily replied, "It was you who took my sword back then?"

"I'm here today, please return it to me."

The Master said that even though he is a barbarian, he must not be abandoned.

Of course, this sentence is not used in such a situation, but probably the meaning is in place. Wei Yuan followed the Master to learn things like this. Zilu is a rampaging bull, and Yuan is a horse that can knock the Master off his horse. Yan Hui allows the old man to have a snack.

"sword?"

"You are…"

The river **** was stunned, and his eyes widened little by little. It seemed to remember that the ranger, who was rough and unable to take the sword out because of the protection of the scriptures, slowly remembered. At the same time, there was something else that came to mind. Jun Yi monk laughing wildly.

"Yes, it's you?!"

The Indus River God with four arms and sky eyes suddenly looked left and right, like a frightened bird, shouting in terror:

"The **** monk is here again?!!!"

"No, it's not..."

"Then, that Great Tang monk?!"

"Also, it's not right...this, that, that..."

In the end, the solemn river **** stepped back, with all four arms folded, unable to hide the fright, but still respectfully said: "I mean, could it be said that it is the Tianzhudong from the Eastern Sinian Kingdom? Holy, has the Mahayana Bhagavan come here?!"

"He, where is he?!"

The face of the river was pale, and it was difficult for that expression to appear on that blue face.

Riding is actually driving wheels. Mahayana Buddhism is the big wheel, which can save all living beings. The Hinayana Buddhism is the small car driving. It is just to practice oneself and be free from worries. It is hard to say how different the two are. No one said. The ambition of the Purdue sentient beings must be stronger than the search for the human heart and self up and down. Valley

At least not in Tianzhu, the birthplace.

So Mahayana and Hinayana used to have a long time arguing with each other.

In the first century BC, Mahayana Buddhism surpassed Hinayana to become the mainstream of Buddhism.

And why does it default in China?

Because an old guy who was ridiculed personally engraved the sequence of the front and back of the self-cultivation of the family to rule the country and the world directly into the blood of the people of China, so it is difficult to take root in other places, and it is natural to get here in China. The conclusion drawn is the so-called feelings of family, country and world.

It is the stamp of thought.

It is almost instinctively to make a biased choice.

And I have counted the history of Buddhism, read through the Tripitaka, and at the same time is called Mahayana by Mahayana Buddhism, by Hinayana Buddhism called Liberation Heaven, and the two sects that are tit-for-tat recognized as the pinnacle grand master saint is the only one.

Wei Yuan said: "It's not him, it's him."

"He didn't come."

The panic on River God's face calmed down: "Well, where is he?"

"he died."

The Ranger of Datang whispered, "More than a thousand years ago."

"Dead in the world."

"Hidden in Chang'an."

"The wind of the empire passing by the dragon head always shelters the sleeping monk."

The river god's expression stagnated, and then slowly returned to the original indigo blue expression.

"Dead, dead...?"

"Yes, yeah, it's human after all, it's human after all hahahahaha!"

"I almost thought he was a great god!"

The river **** laughed wildly, as if he was about to overturn the huge rock in his heart, and laughed wildly and arrogantly, and with his wild laughter, the entire Ganges river branch was all Surging up, a water **** who described the ferociousness appeared.

But seeing his face is terrible, his face is indigo, or his face has red lines, or his eyes are wide, or he has a beast face, or his mouth is spraying flames, and he has a flame wheel under his feet. The degree of radiance belongs to this one. The power breath of the earth **** system.

"That is the incarnation of the great **** Vishnu, the sword of the great Rama!"

River God laughed wildly: "What qualifications do you have for a mere mortal like you to control it?!"

"If the hatred of the year was not for that and...that Mahdiva Mahayana, how could I let you live till now?! Today, I, the **** who controls the power of the great mother Ganges, will personally kill You, revenge and hate! The great Burning Heaven has given me wisdom!"

"Shiva gave me supreme destructive power!"

"The Lord Vishnu has granted me the right to exercise legitimate revenge!"

He chanted religiously.

Array of gods.

Wei Yuan watched this majestic existence peacefully.

Faintly, the sword swirled.

When he left Beiyin, it was the first period of his swordsmanship. At that time, he was the level of a mortal swordsman, coming and going vertically and horizontally. Few mortal heroes can match him, but in the legend of the Tang Dynasty, For example, Li Jing, the **** of war, and the bearded man, the swordsmanship must be no less powerful than him.

After entering the world, he finally left Chang'an before reaching the peak.

Compared with the self when he left Tianzhu that year, he was already quite different.

Before fighting against Vishnu, try the sword first.

Wei Yuan directly judged the enemy as one of the three gods subconsciously.

After all, Rama.

I understand everything I understand.

Five fingers stretched out slowly, one was a vast army of waters, and the other was a swordsman with a calm face. The two sides were about to fight, suddenly a streamer suddenly fell from the sky and hit the surface of the water. Almost after its appearance, it boomed. Just like the sound of thunder breaking through the air, it exploded suddenly.

A white-haired young man wearing a loose coat and a headset hung around his neck fell from the sky.

Step directly on the river **** with all four arms.

The latter wanted to hide, but did not hide.

The young man stepped on his back.

Wei Yuan, whose sword heart was in a clear state, even heard a click, an extremely crisp bone cracking, and seeing that great **** was directly stepped on in half, a dazed expression appeared on his face. It was a good picture to say. My Nima's expression, and then I was stepped directly on my foot, and gumbled into the river.

And the young man stepped on the water, with white hair and golden pupils, and the red evil spirit remained in the corners of his eyes and turned into gods.

"Wei Yuan!!"

He roared!

The **** next to him yelled in horror: "You who are you..."

"MD shut up!"

Wuzhi Qi punched it out.

Directly hit the face of the god.

The extremely violent power directly slammed the face of the god. Wei Yuan’s eyesight saw the wave-like jitter on the face of the god. He saw the more than twenty fangs flying out, and saw the faces on the face. The anger was directly stunned by Dacheng, and when he saw the blue face, he turned into a fish head in a trance.

The entire branch of the Ganges sank suddenly.

The strong wind carried by pure force swept through, causing the surrounding sailors to be swept into the core by wind pressure, and they were thrown out a few hundred meters in a parabola, slamming on the surface of the water, causing a large explosion on the surface of the water. Tuan Shuibo, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com then rolled and flew again as if being floated on the surface of the water with a rock, slapped and slapped several times before hitting a deity.

Strands of domineering arrogance rose.

It is not active.

It is as natural as breathing.

At the moment Wuzhiqi appeared.

Directly madly domineering, unreasonable, plundering all the divine power here!

Power, embezzlement.

This place is the waters of the Ganges River, and the outsiders are retreating.

negative.

This place is the Huai River water system.

Not so, this place is the Ganges...

No, this place is Huaishui!

This place is Huaishui!

Because the Huai River is here for disaster.

Therefore, this place can only be the Huai River water system.

It can only be Huai Shui!

Power, embezzlement!

Finish!

God's Generation-Huai Shui Disasters Monarchs·Power unfolds.

The pure power of the gods was extracted, and the five fingers were not supported, and all the impurities added by later generations were deprived and left in the bottom of the water. Only the original divine power was condensed and turned into a water-blue long stick, with white hair slightly raised. Jin Tong was jealous, and the water stick in his palm rotated a circle, setting off a violent wind and thunder, and then directed at Wei Yuan.

He roared: "YouTM!"

"Let me dove?!"

Wei Yuan: "..."

"Fuck?!"

His eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he looked at the white-haired young man who was taller than him:

"monkey?!"

The water **** next door: "..."

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

Hold the tea, don’t worry, I just suddenly remembered the full six hundred chapters of the text in the last chapter, or even the 607 chapters such as the leave note, I just read the old book, so I feel a little bit, this book is not yet at that time , Rest assured (Maomaotou likes)