Museum of Demons Chapter 136

"Town Demon Museum (

Now that the Jiujie Scepter has been repaired, everyone did not continue to stay in the capital, but on the second day they separated the virtual and the real and left the capital, and then proceeded from the two routes to the Heavenly Master's Mansion, one true and one false, one real and the other imaginary. But beyond Wei Yuan's expectation, it was the old man of the Lin family, Lin Shouyi, who followed them along the way.

He even carried a treasure box with a nine-section scepter, on which was still covered with cloth to seal the breath.

After Wei Yuan was astonished, he thought a little and also wanted to understand why the other party did it.

The reality is imaginary, and the imaginary is real. The opposite of Taipingdao is not a fool. I must guess the reason for the division of soldiers. I can understand that the Heavenly Master Mansion uses one side as a bait and the other side is hidden. In this case, the other side It can only be divided into two groups, but there is a greater probability that the hidden one will be the main target.

Will lead most of the main forces around.

And when the main force of the Taiping Road was attracted to the side that sneaked away in secret.

You will find that you have worked so hard, but still rushed for nothing.

These old Taoists are all playful old foxes.

Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows, didn't care about it, closed his eyes and meditated, because replacing clothes in the capital was prepared by Daomen. He is now wearing a black shirt with Song Dynasty disc buttons. The cuffs are slightly wide, but the clothes on his feet are a little bit wider. It is a combat boot with stronger grip.

The piano case was untied and placed next to him, wearing a black fingerless glove on his right hand.

Lin Li stared at Wei Yuan from the rearview mirror, with a strange and curious look in his eyes.

What kind of identity is this guy, even the old man calls him the owner of the museum.

But this matter is not easy to talk about, even if she did, she guessed that grandfather would not tell her. Lin Li could only look back in a bit depressed, Guangzong City is not far from the capital, in order to avoid possible encounters and wars that would harm the innocent. Everyone still chose a more secluded and remote route.

Only this car roared forward on the road.

After traveling for a while, the old man suddenly noticed that something was wrong, frowned slightly, and raised his hand to stop the driver.

Lin Li asked curiously.

Lin Shouyi replied slowly: "There is a problem with the qi around here. I am afraid there is a trap ahead."

"trap?"

"Of course, those guys on the Peace Road will not give up so much."

"What's more, this is Guangzong."

Lin Shouyi's tone turned cold, but he was worried that Wei Yuan next to him might be related to Taiping Dao, and did not say the name of evil repair. Everyone got out of the car and cautiously. Wei Yuan opened his eyes and followed down. The surrounding environment looked ordinary. , There is nothing special, there is a small river flowing by.

Wei Yuan stared at the river that was no longer rushing, and said nothing.

Although Lin Shouyi was originally wary, he was not too worried. He obtained the true biography of the Shang Qing sect in his entire cultivation. He took a talisman to survey the degree of danger here, but the talisman was just shot, and it burned quickly in front of his eyes. , Turned into ashes.

The old man's expression slowly solidified.

Wei Yuan watched the river flowing smoothly by the side, and after a long time, said, "This is Guangzong."

"This is the place where the Yellow Turban Army took the last battle. Since the opponent is here, they will definitely choose to prepare in advance and use their geographical advantages to the greatest extent. If not, they would be too sorry for their peaceful name. "

Lin Shouyi seemed to think of something, his expression slightly changed, and he looked at Wei Yuan and said:

"Master Wei Guan, do you mean..."

Wei Yuan untied the sword box and leaned on the ground beside him, pressing his palm on the sword box, and said, "Yes."

"This is the end of the ancient Yellow Turban, and the end of the Taiping Road."

"A hundred thousand people died in battle here and there."

"A hundred thousand people?!"

Lin Li exclaimed in a low voice, and immediately as a practitioner, the complexions of several people changed in a moment.

This place is the place where the Yellow Turban Army died. For the Taipingdao monks, this place is almost the absolute home ground. The ancient Yellow Turban Army obsessions remaining in the mountains and rivers, even after thousands of years of wear and tear, are not a single one. Terrible.

Lin Shouyi immediately cast his spells, sprinkled a series of talismans, raised the Three Mountain Jue, and then pressed the ground.

It is the altar of heaven, sight and earth that Wei Yuan once used in the Weiming Sect. Lin Shouyi is a descendant of the Shang Qing sect. This kind of auxiliary altar that is universal in the same line of Fulu does not have any difficulty for him. His consciousness and spirituality have improved. Gao, and then followed the trace of the faint Qi machine.

Seeing a hidden place, surrounded by monks wearing Taoist robes, seeing them breaking the ground into an altar, seeing a Taoist talisman spilling there, seeing a person with advanced Taoism standing on the altar, and even watching Until there is an ancient yellow talisman hanging in the air.

The person who opened the altar swept his eyes and cut the sword in his hand.

Lin Shouyi snorted and retreated half a step.

His vision slowly returned to normal. Seeing Lin Li supporting himself, several people around were worried. The old man recalled the scene he had just seen, his complexion changed slightly, and he said slowly: "The Taipingdao monks really started to prepare early. Opened the altar."

"It was discovered."

In a hidden place, he swung his sword to cut off the peeping Taipingdao monk frowning, and immediately did not care, and signaled the rest of the disciples to still cast the spell and open the altar. They knew in advance the possible route of the Heavenly Master's Mansion and held it here in advance. The practice of playing rituals and opening altars.

The purpose is to take advantage of the little bit of evil spirits and obsessions remaining in the Guangzong, and everyone will take it all in the future.

Even though a long time has passed since that great battle.

But a hundred thousand people died, and there was even a generation of celestial master-level true cultivation. More than fifty thousand people were driven into the water and died. The flowing water is actually a kind of evil, and no evil spirit is born in this place. It can only mean that you have been overwhelmed with resentment.

But the suffocation obsession is like a scar left by the battlefield, which can't be completely hidden.

With the help of complicated rituals and the talisman passed down from generation to generation since the Taiping Road Yellow Turban Army period, it is enough to contact the obsessions left by these souls, and there are more than five hundred people who make up the altar of sacrifice to make them live for a short time. .

They started preparing for the altar as early as after the last failure.

For a full seven days, it should be seven stars, and then stopped briefly at a final key node.

Then moved the altar to Guangzong and completed the last step.

This will affect the ultimate effect of the altar, but it will not lead to failure. Compared with the simple altar composed in a short time, it is obvious that this kind of ceremonial that requires long-term and large-scale preparation can exert a greater effect.

The host of the altar, holding a lightning strike peach wood sword, carrying a yellow gossip vest, wearing a yellow scarf, holding a magic weapon, there are 36 bright lights around to represent the position of the 36 canals, and there are a hundred and eight ancient times. Fu Lu, plus five hundred Taiping monks praying for prayers before, is already the top scale configuration apart from the thousands of people.

Even so, he still felt strenuous.

The years are too long.

It is difficult for those ancient yellow turban obsessions to respond to themselves.

Finally, he clapped the magic weapon in his hand, faintly, finally the spirit of the Peace Path slowly appeared.

After Lin Shouyi told that the other party had prepared the altar ceremony, everyone's thoughts stagnated for a moment, and then subconsciously prepared to withdraw from the area of ​​Guangzong City, avoiding the influence of the ceremony, but in this world, the altar far away There is a faint air machine directly locked here.

Obviously once it retreats, it will inevitably be attacked.

That is equivalent to showing one's belly and back.

For a while, everyone did not have a good way to deal with it. Lin Shouyi was silent and looked at Wei Yuan. He always felt that since the latter knew that this was the place where the Yellow Turban army was fighting, he still took the initiative to come here, so he shouldn't be caught in a trap. After thinking about it for a while, he said slowly: "Master Wei, is there any response?"

He found that the museum owner who had been calm before came here often lost his mind.

When everyone looked over, Wei Yuan seemed to come back to his senses and replied:

"I do have a way to deal with it."

"Since the other party opens the altar ceremony, we can naturally too."

Lin Shouyi was stunned, and immediately heard the meaning of the words, looking at Wei Yuan with a slightly surprised expression.

The two sides open the altar, is this a fight?

However, the Lin Li trio suddenly thought that Wei Yuan had said before that he also knew some Taiping Dao methods, and they suddenly realized that the pattern here is beneficial to the Taiping Dao, but it is aimed at the Taiping Dao methods, not people. .

Wei Yuan's voice paused, looked at Lin Shouyi, and said:

"However, please also the old man, lend me the nine-scepter."

Lin Shouyi groaned briefly, took out the sealed nine-segment staff, and handed it to Wei Yuan.

A pair of eyes stared at him, when he saw that Wei Yuan stretched out his hand to hold the nine-section staff, but the secret text on the nine-section staff did not light up, and did not emit a scorching breath, and Wei Yuan never felt the same as before. When suffering, the old man's pupils contracted slightly and quickly returned to normal.

Wei Yuan is holding a nine-segment scepter.

Lin Li hurriedly asked, "Master Wei, what preparation do you need to open the altar?"

He Yangwen of Shenxiaozong has found many materials for opening the altar from the carriage.

Bagua plate, sandalwood, yellow talisman, etc., with regrets on the face, saying:

"I just carry these materials with me, I'm afraid it can't be compared with the ones used in Taipingdao."

Zhao Jianbai also had a headache. With just a few people, whether they can make the difference or not. What's more, they are always at a disadvantage with the unintentional to the Xinxin. After thinking about it, he felt a little uneasy in his heart after all, and asked: "Guardian master, do you have a talisman related to the yellow scarf?"

"The Yellow Turban Taiping Dao is not the same as my Fulu School. After all, it has been declining for a thousand years."

"What's more, it is still this kind of ancient land. If you want to connect with the remnant soul obsessions here, I am afraid that you need to have something related to them, such as the talisman they left behind, the magical tools they used, etc., if there is no such object , I'm afraid the difficulty of the altar will be greatly increased."

Wei Yuan replied, "Thank you for your concern."

He looked at his palm and said softly:

"As for the things of karma."

"Probably... there is."

Immediately, under the gaze of everyone, holding a nine-segment staff and stepping forward, he could already feel the hidden obsession. After thinking about it, it seemed not good for him to say nothing. He was silent for a long time, Wei Yuan's eyes dimmed. Converging, said:

"The sky is dead."

"Yellow Heaven should stand..."

The nine-section staff in his hand touched the ground lightly.

In another place, the Taipingdao people lurked in a hidden place and saw this scene with the help of modern optical equipment. They sneered faintly. There was no altar, no ritual practice, and no relics such as ancient talismans and ancient remnants. Karma, still want to call out the power that has been away for two thousand years?

It's a ghost if you can adjust the power...

Wow —

The trembling of the battle robe, or the trembling of the battle flag.

The voice of the Taipingdao monk suddenly stopped.

They were dumbfounded, staring at the front with wide-eyed eyes, the scenery that could not have appeared in reality.

The **** air on the sword appeared in this modern deserted place along with the hot wind and sand, occupying the original road. Immediately afterwards, there were cyan masonry, a raised battle flag, and an entire ancient city stood up from the ground.

This is a ghost realm, but not a ghost realm. This is not a world separated from the world built by a ghost king, but a dreamland and memory shared by thousands or even hundreds of millions of people, Taiping Taoist monks The person presiding over the altar suddenly screamed, his face was pale, blood was spraying from his mouth, and he fell straight to the ground.

The soul of the Yellow Turban army recruited through hard work disappeared at this moment.

Then rushed to that city.

The ancient talisman spontaneously spontaneously ignited, and accompanied by a clicking sound, the altar that had taken a lot of effort to create collapsed in an instant.

The Taoist was lifted up by the crowd, clutching his chest, and couldn't believe it. Why did the other party just say a word in the altar built with the highest standards, and then just abandon him and go straight back there? He staggered and stood firmly, brushing the blood from the corner of his mouth, unable to find a reason, and finally his eyes were frantic, saying:

"It must be the function of the nine-scepter."

"That is the real treasure!"

And Wei Yuan looked at the gathered figures, saw their faces were familiar, or even a little strange to him, but they appeared here without hesitation, standing in front of him, they were wearing ragged clothes. They are holding worn-out weapons and wearing yellow scarves on their foreheads.

They have passed away for two thousand years.

But when he held the Nine Scepter, when he shouted out the old agreement again.

So they crossed death once again, gathered under the banner of the yellow turban without hesitation again, their eyes were persistent and unwilling, and there was a slight softness in their eyes.

Do I still need to wait?

Do we still need our strength?

Even if it's dead, take it if you want it.

Wei Yuan held the nine-section scepter and lifted it gently, then was silent for a long time before whispering the previous words: "The age is in Jiazi..."

He didn't say another sentence.

Because in the next moment, the obsession of a hundred thousand yellow turbans will remain, and both men and women will take a step forward.

The sound of heavy stepping sounded.

Then, there was a leap over life and death, the initial obsession, turned into a vast roar, turned into unwillingness and roar high above the sky, they responded as if the words had been engraved in the memory of their souls.

"The world is lucky!"

Lin Shouyi's eyes widened, her body trembling faintly.

He saw a hundred thousand yellow scarf obsession standing in front. They were already dead, but the remaining obsession was unwilling to stay here. They raised their heads, their expressions were so angry and unwilling, but they were only dressed in ragged clothes. His clothes, roaring and roaring, come from the sadness of the past, so they become more generous and tragic.

If you use the power of these 100,000 remnants of soul obsession, it is enough to open up a new orthodoxy in this era.

He looked at the owner of the museum.

Seeing that it was no longer a young man with short hair wearing a Song-style buckle shirt, combat boots, and short hair.

In the dream of gathering millions of people, that is a healthy boy.

He was wearing a clean robe made of linen, with long black hair hanging down behind him, and he was holding a nine-section staff.

Wei Yuan took a deep breath and looked at the Yellow Turbans waiting for orders in front of them. Looking at them, the nine-segment staff in his hand was gently pressed against the ground, step by step, and he chanted Low Daozang softly in his mouth.

Lin Shouyi was stunned when he heard the Dao Zang words, because this was not the method of fighting, it was the method of transcendence that had been lost in this era, and came from the Taiping Ministry, and immediately thought of the record of the nine-section staff—

Taoism is the treasure, can not only recruit gods and ghosts, but also manage the nine people and nine spirits, can dominate the world and all things, can save people and gain Tao.

This is too peaceful.

The young Taoist looked gentle and quiet, stepping forward, looking at those familiar with them, one by one in an authentic manner.

No one will starve to death anymore.

You can eat noodles, meat, and whatever you want.

So... there won't be people who starve to death when they can't eat anything like at that time.

Some wear, but the clothes must also be gorgeous.

Malt is really sweet.

He raised his head and looked at those familiar faces with a quiet expression.

We fight side by side, we live and die together.

Then how can I make you all restless after death.

How can you let your last obsessions be fighting each other?

Don't worry, this time, just leave it to A Yuan.

The young Taoist held the nine-section staff in one hand, and whispered softly:

"Don't you, don't read."

"Yongan..."

You don't have to worry about me, and you don't have to protect me, I will be fine.

I'm tired of persisting for two thousand years, so rest well.

The young Taoist man in linen robes stood quietly in this quaint city. He once again walked through here, passing by the ticking stone road when it rained, passing by the earthen pot of porridge, and those who were obsessed with this, no Knowing how many generations of Taipingdao monks used their power to disturb the peace, the expression on the face of the Yellow Turban Army gradually softened, began to slowly dissipate, and finally turned into a faint dust.

The persistence of more than one hundred thousand souls disappeared and returned to the great thousand.

This is the grievances and worries that have not been completely eliminated by the Taoist practice of Taoism in the past.

Like the vast starry sky, falling on the earth.

Human persistence and unwilling courage to resist are as dazzling as the stars.

The young Taoist stood among the scattered light, his expression quiet and lonely.

Finally, there was a figure that never left.

It was a man wearing a broken armor and holding a weapon. Even if he was too peaceful, he never let him let go of his obsession. His temples already had white hair, and there were yellow turbans on his arms. He was a yellow turban soldier who blocked the way after breaking. Staring at the young Taoist in front, Wei Yuan quietly looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face.

This is the remaining obsession, not unconscious, just what the fighting spirit's strong obsession demands.

Wei Yuan raised his head.

The battle soul obsessively lowered his head slowly and stared at him. Then, Liu Niu, who should have been pure obsessiveness, seemed to have been away for two thousand years. He still recognized the child who once sat on his shoulders, and slowly said:

"A Yuan..."

"You escaped?"

Wei Yuan's mood was shaking, his reason still knew that this was not Liu Niu, but the latter's remaining obsession and unwillingness. Even so, he nodded and responded:

"Ok."

The battle spirit murmured, and then smiled:

"So, how are you doing..."

Wei Yuan's nose was sore.

This is the second thing Liu Niu can't let go of.

In the distance, Lin Shouyi and Lin Li, where the Yellow Turban obsession is, and the Taiping Taoist in the distance, saw the unpredictable museum advocating open mouth, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com. With a quiet look on his face, there was a bright smile like a child, he was smiling, but his face was bursting with tears, and he nodded heavily.

"Ok!"

"That's it..."

A big hand was rubbed heavily on his head, and the battle spirit that had been obsessed with this place for two thousand years murmured contentedly. "Great…"

There was no familiar figure in front of Wei Yuan.

The contented yellow turban will disappear, leaving only the yellow turban on the forehead. For some reason, it continued to exist across the long years and fell down. The young Taoist stretched out his hand and took the blood-stained yellow turban.

Then, he tied the yellow scarf that was once flying on Liu Niu's forehead to his arm.

Just like what the man did two thousand years ago.

Wow —

The yellow towel rises like a fire with the wind.

Even if the domain that was finally transformed by the obsession of the Yellow Turban army has dispersed, it still exists.

The young Taoist turned around and took a step forward. The linen robe turned into modern clothing. His eyebrows were peaceful and his eyes were fierce. At that moment, he raised the nine-segment scepter in his hand, and the final domain poured into the nines like a flame. Scepter, there is no one behind him, there are millions behind him.

Wei Yuan raised his eyes and fixed his eyes on the Taipingdao monks who had only dared to appear until this moment.

The young Taoist who was once protected by everyone behind, this time stood at the forefront.

Alone, whispered in my heart—

Yellow Turban Army.

March.

PS: Today's update, five thousand eight hundred words...just a larger chapter to ask for leave, sort out ideas~

Thank you for the 20,000 starting point of the material sky, thank you~ Although it is said that summoning battle spirits to fight can be, it can be very magnificent, but I think that as a comrade-in-arms, I will choose to let the comrade-in-arms get the last peace...

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