Museum of Demons Chapter 187

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

For the history said by the gods, I dare not have the slightest suspicion.

That is a true myth.

The past and the truth dictated by the gods.

The geisha doll was put away until the divinity was hidden and the old man respected and worshiped again. The monk raised his hand and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead with his cuff, sighed, and said:

"It's worthy of being a god, but the aura that he exposed has already made the poor monk a little unbearable."

"With such a great power, with the blessing of the gods, you will be able to return to our country smoothly."

The monk paused when he looked at the things on the old man's booth, and then said: "You just said that you want to bury the'misfortune' on the land of Shenzhou. When the time is right, you will detonate them all. I don't know if there is any. No results?"

The old man knocked his gun 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 you see it, you will be shocked, but this place seems to be affected by some kind of magic. As a result of the obscuration, the surrounding pedestrians were unable to notice this.

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

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

"If you want to be invaded and influenced by the spirits in the ancient relics, you must be qualified. In other words, the qualifications for practice must reach a certain level, huh... If you don't practice, even if you have the qualifications, it will be accompanied by years. As the age grows older, the meridians are shaped, and spirituality will gradually become normal. Therefore, most of the children who are qualified to bear the disaster are children."

The monk curiously asked, "Is this the same?"

The old man said: "No, this is an exception. This is originally a practitioner of Shenzhou."

"If you have any knowledge of the practitioners in this land, you should have heard of their highest classics, including the seven celestial books called Sandong Sifu."

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

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

"The Peace Ministry?"

The black-clothed monk looked at the young man who had obviously lost his mind and was like a puppet in surprise, and said: "Although I don't know much about the practice system of China, since I am a Taoist practitioner of the Taiping Ministry, my cultivation level should not be too great. Poor, is it so easy to be controlled?"

"It is certainly not easy to control him."

"But if they have their own help, it will be easy."

The old man said slowly:

"The Taoist masters of their Taipingbu generation are old acquaintances with me. When he hadn't made a fortune, I once sold him some things, but after that, he claimed to be a famous school, and we old people. Friends are getting less and less, and I haven't seen it once in the past few years."

"Until a while ago, for some reason, his accustomed magical power, the Yellow Turban Strength Guard Curse, was actually backlashed. He suffered a lot of injuries. He found me with a body injury and asked me to help him, huh... His cultivation is naturally far more than I am now, but there are certain things that only I can do."

"So we made a deal."

"transaction?"

"Yes, he provided me with a vehicle for 'cause', and I wanted to give him a spiritual thing to speed up his recovery."

"This is a very cost-effective business. He doesn't know who I am. I am afraid that I am just a leftist monk in their Shenzhou, and he roughly guessed my purpose, but he still underestimated me after all. Shenzhou's vision during this period of time Frequently, there is news that everyone intends to start practicing."

"We must never underestimate the mobilization ability of this land."

"So I have to hurry up before this incident, let enough disasters erupt in China, and interfere with slowing down the speed of their popularization of spiritual magic, huh...there are too many people, it's not good for them, and the hearts of the people are hard to unite."

"Shenzhou people have said that there must be a brave man with great rewards. You only need to pay a small price to encourage some influential people in society to jump out and oppose China's practice and popularization plan. It can play a role. It will be ten times or even a hundred times greater than the price we paid."

"The speed of trust restoration is much slower than destruction."

The black-clothed monk suddenly felt his palm and smiled and said, "That's how it is, there has never been a lack of such a person in the world."

"I only care about my immediate interests, but I don't know what is the prerequisite for me to be able to think about the benefits."

"This is really a wonderful strategy."

The wrinkles on the old man's face stretched slightly, and he pointed to the groggy Taipingdao monk beside him, and said:

"This is just the beginning of the'deposit'. It has already been hit by the magic spell."

"You just came to China, and you don't know anything or know anything about it. This puppet has lost the ability to remember and think for himself, but if it still works, I'll leave it to you."

The monk was surprised, and immediately put his hands together, thanking him, "Thank you layman."

The old man took out a bell and handed it to the monk, saying, "This is a soul-calling bell. Use it to drive him, give orders, and he can do things according to your requirements. You might as well give it a try."

"But I don't understand the language of China."

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

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

"The soul slave, follow the order quickly!"

In the distance appeared the faint yellow color at sunset, the young monk seemed to move, but he was not as freely as the old man used to manipulate it. A hideous and dazed look appeared on that face, controlled by the dementing spell. Past and memory, feelings are like being messed up into a puddle of mud.

He doesn't know who he is now, sometimes he remembers his childhood, and sometimes seems to be an animal.

There is a significant loss of self-cognition ability.

The black-clothed monk shook the artifact and said:

"The soul slave, follow the order quickly!"

Still no response.

The monk frowned, unable to hold his face, took a step forward, and shouted in his mouth:

"Quickly listen to the order!"

This time, the controlled deputy Qu Shuai raised his head, his eyes paled, and his face appeared dark.

The tone is harsh.

"Japanese pirates?!"

The thoughts of the Taoist who devoted themselves to the evil path seemed to condense. Even if he didn't know who he was, he at least felt the disgust rising from his heart. In the next moment, he stepped forward and killed the black monk who was close at hand. There was no time to resist. , Pierced his waist and abdomen by his palm.

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

Two Fusang Japanese pirates, one old and one young, all fell.

The young man was shocked and seemed to break free from being restrained and controlled.

The brain is clear.

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

Running all the way, ran to the house in one breath.

He really ran for a long, long time.

When I opened the door, I saw my elderly mother, his wife and children, and the whole person relaxed, with a smile on his face. The mother and wife and children were surprised at his sudden return and asked him why he didn't go. After cultivating, the man said sincerely and sincerely:

"No more monasticism, I will stay at home from now on."

"Be filial to you, take care of you..."

He took off his robe, applied for a position, and went to do those jobs that had always been inconspicuous.

When he returns home every day, he has hot meals cooked by his wife, reminders of his mother, and lively and lovely children. He feels that this kind of life is more real and more realistic than following the Taiping Taoist master before.

However, he didn't notice that the wall clock on the wall seemed to have never gone by.

The blood is strong and pungent,

The Taoist's body stiffly fell to the ground.

The blood on the ground has almost turned black, and it has solidified before it flows out.

And the soul-calling bell fell on the ground, stained with traces of blood.

The black-clothed monk lowered his head and saw that his monk's clothing was torn out on the position of his chest, and his face was pale. If he said that his reaction was a little slower, it was probably not just the clothes that had been torn. He vomited slightly. With a foul breath, looking at the Taoist who fell on the ground, his eyes were jealous.

From the geisha doll, a white light emerged.

Among the white rays of light, strands of light immersed in the seven orifices of the Taoist, making the Taoist look more and more dazed, his body was still bleeding, but his face revealed a feeling of happiness and intoxication, which made people feel extremely strange.

"Fifty years of life, a dream is also an illusion."

The old man stretched his brows as if chanting in a low voice, explaining to the monk: "The gods are in charge of man's five colors and five desires, which can make people fall into dream bubbles, but these dream bubbles are all from this person's past and memories. And because of this, it's easier to sink people."

"Everyone has too many things that can't be asked, can't let go, there will be resentments, love parting."

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

"This is the ultimate illusion."

The old man took out a bowl, covered the illusion and the past Taoists in it, letting them fend for themselves, and the young monk got cold behind his back after this scare, the old man smiled and took out something from his arms. An ancient talisman was handed to the monk, saying:

"Well, I didn't control it this time."

"This thing is the token of the Taoist Taipingdao."

"You brought this thing and went to him, saying that you met me and I sent you."

"He will naturally give you some good things as compensation. Of course, you can also leave this thing for yourself. The ancient talisman in Shenzhou, especially the things from the Shendai period, naturally have their own value."

The monk was in a state of horror. When he saw Gu Lu, his face was a little happy. After thanking him, he took the Fu Lu.

After looking carefully, he collected this talisman that seemed to come from the Three Kingdoms period.

After saying goodbye to the old man again, he left. This time, he wanted to find some Buddhist classics in addition to looking for the old man. He hoped to have the past experience of'learning the scriptures', and this time he hoped The true scriptures are not words, but the power of Shenzhou condensed into relics.

"Amitabha……"

The monk left ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and the old man was still setting up the stall alone.

It's already past six now.

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

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

He looked at the things on the stall and thought silently, when should he send out all these misfortunes completely, and by then, he should be able to return to Sakurajima. He has not returned to his shrine for more than 50 years. At this time, the sound of footsteps sounded slightly, and the old man raised his eyes, and there was no wave in his dim eyes.

Here comes the guest...

PS: The first one today...Three thousand four hundred 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 second. I hope it can be earlier than yesterday, vomiting blood.

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