Museum of Demons

Both the black-clothed monk and the old man listened to the god's words respectfully.

I dare not have the slightest doubt about the history spoken by the gods.

That's a real myth.

The past and reality dictated by the gods.

It wasn't until the divinity was concealed and the old man bowed respectfully again that he put away the geisha doll. The monk raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead with his cuff, sighed, and said:

As expected of a lord god, just the aura that was revealed has already made the poor monk a little unbearable.

Such a great power, presumably with the blessing of the gods, you will be able to return to our country smoothly.

The monk looked at the things on the old man's booth, his voice paused, and he said again: You just said that you want to bury 'disasters' on the land of Shenzhou, and when the time is right, you will detonate them all. Nothing came of it?

The old man smoked his pipe and said lightly, Of course there are.

Seeing the monk seemed curious, the old man took out an upside-down bowl and threw it out. A person appeared here alive. If people saw it, they would be shocked, but this place seemed to be covered by some kind of magic. Due to the shadowing effect, the surrounding pedestrians failed to notice this.

It was a young man in his twenties, with a handsome appearance, but only the whites of his eyes remained, and his face was stained with black air, like a swarm of insects crawling on his neck and face , looks extremely strange and unknown.

The old man replied: Not everyone is qualified to be a disaster.

If you want to be infected and influenced by the spirits in the ancient relics, you must be qualified. In other words, you must have a certain level of aptitude for cultivation, heh... If you don't practice, you are considered qualified. As the years get older, the meridians are fixed, and the spirituality will gradually become normal, so most of the people who are qualified to bear the disaster are children.

The monk asked curiously, Is this the same?

The old man said: No, this is an exception, this is a practitioner from Shenzhou.

If you are familiar with the practitioners in this land, you should have heard of their highest tome, the seven heavenly books called Three Caves and Four Auxiliaries.

The old man said: This is the monk who practices Taiping.

It's the deputy of a certain Qu Shuai in the contemporary era.

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Department of Peace?

The black-clothed monk looked in surprise at the puppet-like young man who had apparently lost his mind, and said strangely: Although I don't know much about the cultivation system of Shenzhou, since I am a Taoist priest who practices Taiping, my cultivation level should not be too high. Poor, is it so easy to be controlled?

It's certainly not easy to control him.

But with the help of their own people, it's easy.

The old man said slowly:

The Daoist of the generation of the Ministry of Peace and Security is an old acquaintance with me. I sold him some things before he made a fortune, but after that, he claimed to be a famous sect, and we old people There are fewer and fewer friends, and in the past few years, I haven't seen him once.

Until a while ago, for some reason, his usual supernatural power, the Yellow Turban Warrior's body protection spell, was reversed, and he suffered serious injuries. With his injuries, he came to me and asked me to help him, huh... His cultivation is naturally far superior to what I am today, but there are some things that only I can do.

So we made a deal.

trade?

That's right, he provided me with the carrier of 'disaster', and I want to give him a spiritual object to speed up recovery.

This is a very good deal. He didn't know my identity. He probably thought I was just a heretic monk from their Shenzhou, and he roughly guessed my purpose, but he still underestimated me after all. The vision in Shenzhou during this time Frequently, there is news that the whole people are going to start practicing.

The mobilization ability of this land must not be underestimated.

So I have to get ahead of this matter, so that enough disasters will erupt in Shenzhou, and the interference will slow down the speed of their popularization of practice spells. Heh... There are too many people, and it is not good for people. It is difficult to get people together.

The people of Shenzhou once said that there must be a brave man under a heavy reward. You only need to pay some insignificant price to encourage some influential people in society to jump out and oppose Shenzhou's practice popularization plan. It will be ten times, even a hundred times greater than the price we paid.

The speed of trust restoration is much slower than destruction.

The black-clothed monk was stunned, clapped his hands and smiled, So that's how it is. The world has never lacked such people.

I only care about the immediate interests, but I don't know what is the prerequisite for myself to be able to safely think about obtaining benefits.

This is really a wonderful strategy.

The wrinkles on the old man's face stretched slightly, and he pointed to the sleepy Taiping Dao monk beside him, saying:

This is just the 'deposit' for the beginning, and I have already been hit by the spell of dementia.

You just came to Shenzhou, and you don't know anything, and you are not familiar with it. This puppet has lost its memory and the ability to think for itself, but it can still be used, so I will leave it to you.

The monk was surprised, put his palms together and thanked him: Thank you layman.

The old man took out a bell and handed it to the monk, saying: This is the soul-calling bell, use it to drive him, issue orders, and he will be able to do things according to your requirements, you may as well give it a try.

But I don't understand the language of China.

It's okay, this kind of spell is naturally driven by one's own thoughts, and language is just an auxiliary.

The black-clothed monk nodded, then took the bell, shook it according to the law, and said silently in his heart:

Soul caller, listen to the order quickly!

The dim yellow color of the sunset appeared in the distance, the young monk seemed to move, but he never controlled it as he wished like the old man used to. A mixture of ferocious and dazed expressions appeared on that face, controlled by the spell of dementia, The past, memories, and feelings seemed to have been smashed into a puddle of mud.

He doesn't know who he is now, and sometimes recalls when he was a child, and sometimes he seems to turn into a livestock.

Significant deficits in self-awareness.

The monk in black shook the magic weapon and said:

Soul caller, listen to the order quickly!

Still no response.

The monk frowned, couldn't hold back his face, took a step forward, and shouted:

Quickly listen to the order!

This time, the vice-shuai Qu who was under control raised his head, his eyes turned white, and a dark expression appeared on his face.

The tone is gloomy.

Japanese pirates?!

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The thoughts of this Taoist who devoted himself to the evil way seemed to condense. Even if he didn't know who he was, he could at least feel the disgust rising from his heart. The next moment, he stepped forward and killed the monk in black, who was close at hand. There was no time to resist. , was pierced through his waist and abdomen by his palm.

Then the old man still resisted, the Taoist relied on this ray of bravery, opened his teeth, and bit the old man's throat.

The Fusang Japanese pirates, one old and one young, all fell down.

The young man's spirit was shaken, and he seemed to break free from the restraint and control.

The brain is clear.

He quickly dealt with the situation here, and then quickly ran away.

He ran all the way and ran home in one breath.

He really ran for a long time.

When he opened the door, he saw his elderly mother, his wife and children, and then he relaxed, with a smile on his face. The mother, wife and children were surprised by his sudden return and asked him why he didn't go Having practiced Taoism, the man said sincerely:

If you don't practice Taoism, you will stay at home from now on.

Be filial to your elders and take care of you...

He took off his Taoist robe, applied for a position, and did those jobs that he had always looked down upon.

Every day when he returns home, there are hot meals cooked by his wife, advice from his mother, and lively and lovely children. He feels that this kind of life is more real and realistic than following the Taiping Daoist before.

It's just that he didn't notice that the clock on the wall seemed to have never been there.

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The smell of blood is thick and tangy,

The Taoist's body stiffened and fell to the ground.

The blood on the ground was almost black, and it had solidified as soon as it flowed out.

The Soul Calling Bell fell to the ground, stained with traces of blood.

The black-clothed monk lowered his head and saw a big hole in his monk's robe on his chest. His face was slightly pale. If his reaction was a little slower, it might not be just his clothes that were torn. He spat out slightly. Taking a breath, he looked at the Taoist who fell on the ground with fear in his eyes.

From that geisha doll, a white light emerged.

Among the white rays of light, strands of streamer sank into the Taoist's seven orifices, making the Taoist look even more bewildered. His body was still bleeding profusely, but his face showed a feeling of happiness and intoxication, which made people feel extremely strange.

Fifty years of life are like dreams and illusions.

The old man frowned, as if he was chanting in a low voice, and he was also explaining to the monk: The gods are in charge of people's five colors and desires, and can make people sink into dream bubbles, but these dream bubbles are all from this person's past and memories. Because of this, it is easier for people to sink.”

Everyone has a lot of things they can't ask for, things they can't let go of, resentment and hatred, love and parting.

Bind your hands and feet, and paint the ground as a prison.

This is the pinnacle of illusion.

The old man took out a bowl, put the Taoist who had fallen into the illusion and the past into it, and let it fend for itself. After being frightened by this, the young monk also felt chills down his back. The old man smiled and took out something from his bosom. An ancient talisman was handed to the monk, saying:

Okay, this time I didn't control it well.

This thing is the token of the Taoist master of the Taiping Dao.

Take this thing, go to him, and say that you met me, and I sent you there.

He will naturally give you some good things as compensation. Of course, you can also keep this thing for yourself. Talismans from ancient China, especially those from the Age of Gods, naturally have their own value.

The monk was still in shock, when he saw the ancient talisman, he showed a little joy, thanked him, and took the talisman.

After carefully looking at it, he put away this talisman that seemed to come from the Three Kingdoms era.

After saying goodbye to the old man, he left. This time, besides finding the old man, he also wanted to find some Buddhist classics, hoping to follow the experience of learning scriptures in the past. The scriptures are not words, but the power of the divine power condensed into relics.

Amitabha……

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The monk leaves.

And the old man was still setting up a stall alone.

It's past six o'clock now.

After a while, a little while, there should be students and children passing by here.

The true spirit has not been ignorant and can be used as a carrier of 'disaster'.

He looked at the things on the booth, thinking silently, when should he send all these disasters away completely, then he should be able to return to Sakurajima, since he has not been back to his shrine for more than fifty years, At this time, footsteps sounded slightly, and the old man raised his eyes, and there was no wave in his dim eyes.

The guests are here...

PS: Today's first update... 3,400 words.

I originally wanted to finish this paragraph in one breath, but found that the number of words could not be controlled, so I sent it out first, and then corrected the code in the second, I hope it can be earlier than yesterday, vomiting blood