Museum of Demons Chapter 220

When Feiyu and Wu Yu were shocked by those four words, Wei Yuan had already stepped down from the altar, only beckoned, and the mountain wind drew him. This young Taoist walked on the wind and crossed the layers of rocks, coming Arrived at the top of Chaoge City, the mountain of ancestral veins.

Wei Yuan glanced at the Chaoge City from a distance, and sat down cross-legged.

This time he did not touch the rock with his palm anymore. A ray of his soul consciousness has naturally penetrated into the ancestral vein, following the trajectory of the rock, reaching the altar in the hollow of the mountain, and then reconstructing it with the spiritual energy of this mountain A temporary body.

The Beast was resting originally, and when he noticed Wei Yuan's breath, his pupils were slightly bright, and he jumped up.

He ran over with a sound like a war drum or a dragon ming.

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand helplessly to stop the rushing Beast, pressed a button on the top of Bianlong's head, and then looked forward and saw Shang Wang Wu Yi sitting there, until he got closer, Wei Yuan didn't find out. It's not sitting on the ground at all.

Wu Yi has lost both feet, he can only sit there.

The arm that looks like a tiger's claw and a human being joined has also been cut off. Only the big arm is left. The only limbs that are intact are the left hand. The original dirty and muddy clothes have turned into a clean white robe. , Looks solemn and grand.

His back was straight, and he sat there steadily.

Wu Yi opened his eyes.

"You came."

Wei Yuan's heart was surging, and he bowed his hand and bowed slightly. Then, without showing any pity or pity, he just smiled and said: "My lord, wait a long time."

He slightly lifted the robes of the Taoist robe, sat opposite Wu Yi, and saw the Chaoge City painted in three thousand years behind Wu Yi, his voice paused, and said:

"The sacrifice will begin soon."

In the eyes of King Shang opposite, there was a stream of light in those dull, calm eyes.

"what are you saying?!"

The old man exclaimed in a low voice, losing his former composure and calmness.

Feiyu and Wu Yu said what Wei Yuan said, especially the sentence, this time the main person involved in the sacrifice was not him, but the emperor Wuyi told the Taishi. The old woman was absent for a long time, as if she had no wisdom accumulated over the years. , Pacing back and forth quickly like a young man.

Then it was decided to immediately prepare according to Wei Yuan's specifications.

Feiyu and Wu Yu quickly told the worshippers of their request.

The 300-year big sacrifice is a tradition of merchants. Compared with ordinary sacrifices, there is only one difference. The number of participants is far more than ordinary sacrifices. Soon, the news is passed to Chaoge City, and it is working. People, old men who are sharpening their weapons, children who are working hard, and women who weave and sew at home.

They all put aside their work, put on the cloth clothes that can only be worn for sacrifices, and then appeared on the street, with anticipation and longing, and headed towards the ancestral vein.

at last,

The sacrificial ceremony began.

Accompanied by the sound of heavy musical instruments, the sound of solemn prayers, and the slight vibrations of people's footsteps on the rocks and steps when they dance, thousands, even hundreds of thousands, gather together, like waves, even if they are Both people inside the belly of the mountain could hear clearly.

Shang Wang Wu Yi was lost, his only intact palm lightly patted the ground.

His lips opened and closed, and the sacrificial poem was whispered silently.

Wei Yuan said: "Let's go up too."

"The scenery above is better, and the people of Chaoge City are also looking forward to seeing the grace of the Emperor God."

Wu Yi didn't answer, Wei Yuan smiled slightly, and pressed his palm on the ground, and then the spirit pulse of the mountain surged, sending Wei Yuan's spirituality and Wu Yi, who is the true spirit, to the top of the mountain. Above, at a place higher than the sacrificial altar, the rocks swelled up and turned into a table.

Wei Yuan and Wu Yi were sitting on both sides.

Wei Yuan turned his back to Chaoge City.

So Wu Yi could see that city, the world's big sun slowly rose, the sun fell on the Chaoge City, the walls, streets, houses, everything seemed to be shining, just like Wu Yi's three thousand years of dreams. , He looked lost for a long time, and finally just smiled and murmured:

"Okay, okay."

"that's nice."

In the ritual line, the old lady teacher is the first.

Feiyu and Wu Yu followed closely behind.

When they raised their heads, they saw the two sitting opposite each other at the highest point of the ancestral vein, and felt the familiar, pure ghost and **** breath of Wu Yi sitting opposite Wei Yuan, and the three of them were frozen in their thoughts. , And then, the old lady was the first to react.

His palms were shaking slightly.

"The Emperor God, really is the Emperor God..."

"The Emperor God is still there, they did not abandon Chaoge."

He arranged his clothes, as if he had returned to his youth, shouting the name of the deity vigorously, and then, as if it were contagious, all the remnants of the Shang clan who came to participate in the sacrifice shouted the Emperor God Wuyi. Name.

Mixing with solemn and heavy chime tunes, it seems to be going to the sky.

Wu Yu returned to his senses, his expression still agitated, he lowered his head and asked the selected little girl next to hold the bouquet of flowers outside the city to send it to the ghosts and gods. In the magnificent sacrificial tune, the little girl in white clothes The girl held a bunch of flowers and walked to a high place step by step.

Wu Yi's body suddenly emitted a white light, covering his legs and arms.

The little girl was still a little ignorant and didn't quite understand why the adults were so excited. She was still working before, helping her mother cut the vegetables in the yard with a scythe. If only the leaves are eaten, the roots will remain on the ground. Here, it will grow again after a period of time.

She looked at Wu Yi and felt a little curious in her heart. Is this a ghost?

It seems to be different from the article in the poem.

When the melody of the sacrificial melody became melodious, she remembered what she was doing here, panicked and raised the flowers growing in Chaoge City in her hands, held them in her hands, and handed them to Wu Yi, who sat down. To be upright and stable, the broken right arm supported the stone table, stretched out the intact left arm, and took the flowers.

The little girl only noticed at this time that she had come too panicked.

There was some dirt on the palm.

She was a little scared and worried, but the ghost and **** didn't care about it. The young Taoist opposite just smiled, dispelling the little girl's worries. Wu Yi looked at the child, saw the doubt in her eyes, and asked, "How? Up?"

"Ah, nothing is nothing..."

The little girl shook her head, and hesitated, saying:

"I just feel that you are not like the emperor in the legend..."

"Not that high, not that far."

She thought about it for a while, laughed and said, "It's like an uncle who would meet on the roadside."

Wu Yi stagnated for a long time, and when the child felt that he had said something wrong, he heard a gentle voice: "Well, it was originally, I'm just a person."

Wu Yi put the flowers on the table.

Put the last intact, human arm out.

Put it on top of the kid's head and paused.

Then he put it down carefully and gently, rubbing the child's hair, feeling the softness of the hair, and the warmth of the flesh and blood. At this point, there is no trace of distractions and madness in Wang's heart, only calm and gentle peace, as if Find a home.

Three thousand years of travel is meaningful after all.

He whispered: "Thank you."

The child walked down the height of the mountain with incredible joy and excitement.

The light on Wu Yi's body dissipated slightly. He raised his eyes to look at Chaoge City in the distance. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze. There were already two more bronze nobles and a Fangding wine vessel on the table. The things used for the sacrifices of Songcheng in the past are older than the one in the Weiyuan Museum.

He looked at Wei Yuan and finally asked, "Who are you and where are you from?"

Wei Yuan had known for a long time that it was impossible for a mountain spirit to deceive the king of business.

Smiled and replied: "From my hometown."

Wu Yi didn't seem surprised, and said, "...that's how it is."

"It seems that the Yanhuang Miao descent still exists in the world and is living well."

Wu Yi poured himself a glass of wine, looked at the amber liquor, and said:"

So, what does China look like now? How prosperous is it? "

He looked at Chaoge City, and then asked: "Do people still need to fight beasts to survive? Still worry about natural disasters, will they worry about droughts? Will there still be Siyi aliens invading China?"

Wei Yuan thought for a while and replied: "It's no longer needed."

"no need?"

"Well, the current human beings are the Shenzhou, or in other words, the strongest race in the human world."

Wei Yuan sits here, and the opposite side of the small case is the Chinese ancestor who lived more than 3,000 years ago.

It turns out that this small stone table is three thousand years old.

My old friend asks, are you okay...

Now people answer.

Answer like this-

China is unharmed.

Wei Yuan had a gentle expression and replied: "Those fierce beasts, some need people to actively protect them to prevent them from being completely extinct.

"Natural disasters are definitely there, but we also have the power to fight against these disasters. The weather is dry, artificial rainfall can be made, water conservancy projects are used to adjust the water level, and floods are not as frequent as in the past."

"You can go up to nine days to capture the moon, and you can go down the five oceans to catch turtles."

"As for the Siyi, there are always there."

"But the present China still stands at one pole of the world and is not afraid of any country or force."

Wu Yi heard a little lost, and finally said: "It seems that the monks from China are doing very well."

"This was not created by the monk."

The young Taoist raised his head slightly and answered with a smile:

"This is a legend cast by ordinary people."

This sentence seemed to have a greater impact on the King of Gods than before, and Wu Yi murmured for a while before he said:

"That's right."

"I still thought that King Yu exiled mountains and seas and strange beasts, did he make a fuss about it?"

"I think, even if there are some fierce beasts, our human race can still occupy the human world, but now I know, I am not as far as King Yu and the others. The fierce beasts are brutal and powerful, and if they coexist in the world. , Even if we survive, we all need to pay a large enough price."

"Not to mention, there are races that seem to be human rather than human."

"King Yu made that kind of decision when he saw the era of pure human dominance."

"It's amazing."

Wu Yi shook his head, with a gentle expression on his face: "However, since you are from your hometown, and since your side has developed to that level, then I can rest assured that Chaoge City will be handed over to you for help. ."

Wei Yuan said, "Doesn't the king want to see Chaoge and Shenzhou in person?"

Wu Yi said flatly: "I have reached the limit. After today, there will be no more Wu Yi."

Wei Yuandao:

"So, what if I say, I have another way to make you survive?"

Wu Yi looked at Wei Yuan: "What?"

Wei Yuan opened his palm, and a trace of golden Buddha light spilled out. In the void, he turned it into a Buddhist scripture in the language of this era, in which most of the Buddhist teachings were cut away, and only a big wish was left. Strengthen the self-existence with the feedback of sentient beings in the world

It is even possible to make a big wish that will never be fulfilled.

Well, as long as this wish exists for one day.

The self-existence associated with this great wish will also exist for one day.

This can be regarded as a way to go to the sidelines and try to live with the sky. Of course, it is also extremely difficult to achieve this. It requires great perseverance and great perseverance. When Wei Yuan shows the means of Buddhism's desire to become a god, Congfei The monks of Chaoge City, who had received the relics in the hands of the two Yu Wuyu, all spread out their palms one by one, supporting the relics.

They are stimulated with their own qi and blood mana.

So all the relics of Pure Land Sect were all lit up.

A faint Buddha light was emitted, like light dust, slowly rising upwards, the bright light directly enveloped the entire ancestral vein, like a fantasy, and this handwriting was equally extravagant, and Wu Yi watched Wei Yuan give The second way out, but only smiled and shook his head.

Wei Yuan said, "My lord, don't you look down on this road?"

Wu Yi didn't say what he liked or didn't like, but he commented: "It is a tricky method to use the so-called great wish as an obsession and then let yourself exist in this world."

He dumped the wine bottle full, holding the bronze knight, his voice paused, and he smiled:

"But, ancestors go to protect their children."

"The king goes to protect the people."

"Does this still need any obsession?"

Wei Yuan was speechless.

Wu Yi held the bronze prince with his intact hand and felt the touch of his palm touching the lines on the bronze prince, then he lifted the bronze prince, facing Chaoge City and the people under the mountain, and muttered:

"Look, Chaoge City is so beautiful."

"I moved the capital of my ancestors here. We excavated stones on the mountains and moved them down to make city walls. We cut down trees and reclaimed wasteland. We brought in rivers and irrigated farmland. At night, the sky was full of stars.

Wu Yi closed his eyes.

Little by little golden Buddha light rose slowly against the sky and the earth.

It was vast and magnificent, as if he had returned to the past. At that time, he looked at the sacrificed people and the world. At that time, his hands and feet were sound. At that time, he was healthy and powerful.

At that time...

Everyone is there.

Wu Yi listened to the solemn prayer, with a smile on his face, heaven and earth and Chaoge City were reflected in the glass, as if he had filled his past in the glass, he lifted the bronze king and drank. After drinking the wine in the glass, he murmured contentedly: "The wine of sacrifice, how long hasn't it been drunk..."

"Sure enough, it's a good wine."

when!

Crisp sound.

Wei Yuan turned his head and saw the bronze Jue falling to the ground, and the wine was flowing out.

Shang Wang Wuyi, shooting the **** of death, stationed in the world for three thousand years, completed all the duties of this life, and welcomed the end with the most calm attitude.

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, but was speechless.

Then, he saw the golden Buddha light scattered throughout the world, lagging behind, suddenly tumbling and boiling, the Buddha light was burning fiercely in an unprecedented way, grand, magnificent, and dazzling.

Wu Yi said that he had no obsessions, he said that he had no big aspirations.

However, the attachment that is really deliberately stated must be declared to the wishes of all beings in the world.

How can it be considered a big wish?

Great wish is speechless.

Wei Yuan felt the light behind his back lit up. He picked up the wine glass and touched the fallen wine cup next to him. The sound was clear, and then he drank lightly. Now, everyone who was still in the sacrifice suddenly noticed it. What? I turned my head to look, let out a cry of exclamation, and saw a trace of light falling on Chaoge City, which had been a little dilapidated after three thousand years.

So just as Wu Yi said.

The streamer weaves continuously, turning into a tall city wall, turning into a quaint house, it is only illusory, but at this moment, Chaoge City spanned thousands of years, from Wu Yi's dream, came In reality, people come and go, bustling and full of faces.

There are ten miles of flowers outside the city.

The little girl who gave flowers before was looking from a distance on the top of the mountain, watching this incredible scene, and her eyes widened like everyone else. Suddenly she blinked and saw the white flowers outside the city. A figure slowly moved away.

She subconsciously reached out to the person and shouted: "Where are you going?"

Her voice was mixed with people's exclamation, and in the noise, almost no one could notice.

The man heard it, and he paused.

Turning her head, it looked like a gentle **** who just spoke, but she was younger and more powerful, with light in her eyes. The little girl was stunned. She shouted loudly, and the man waved his hand at her with a smile and turned her head. Step by step into the song of the dream.

You have walked a long, long way.

You have walked through the mountains, through the water, through the ten-mile flowers outside Chaoge City.

Three thousand years have passed.

When your descendants walk here, will they meet you?

Wei Yuan quietly watched the dreamlike scene spread, and suddenly felt the burning heat in his arms. He lowered his head and saw that the two relics were exuding the scorching heat. They were the Zen relics that Yuanjue gave him, Wei Yuan was silent, looking at the Buddha's light surging across the sky and the earth.

A part of golden light surged towards him.

This is because the relics of the Pure Land Sect are the real Buddhism merits, which are purer and greater than the merits stored by all Buddhism in the human world. These powers fall into Wei Yuan's hands, and instincts have to flood in. In his spirituality, it becomes his foundation and refines his soul.

Wei Yuan put down the bronze nobleman.

There was silence for a while, and his fingers tapped on the void.

With every tap, the body exudes a breath of energy.

Finally, he shook all these Buddhist merits out of his body, breathed out a breath of alcohol, and said:

"It's really good wine."

Wei Yuan got up, seeming to be drunk, staggering slightly, and he pointed to the void, forcibly dipping these pure Buddhist merits as pen and ink, and then penned into the void, using heaven and earth as talisman paper and drawing talisman, but what he wrote was Buddhism. Lu Shu, he learned the brushstrokes and pen strokes of "The Sutra of Merit and Virtue of Medicine Master Liuliguang Tathagata".

Although Wu Yi felt that he had no big dreams.

But Wei Yuan felt that he still had unwillingness and regret in his heart, and there was still a trace of obsession, his heart was tangled, and he simply laughed at himself.

"I was originally a layman, so it doesn't matter what cause and effect are involved."

"Just be tacky."

Although Buddhism is vast, but the pharmacist's original wish is written in the scriptures, I hope that I will have Bodhi in the next life.

Wei Yuan's writing was the opposite of theirs.

"May you have Bodhi in your next life..."

The action paused, Wei Yuan recalled the content of the scripture, muttering to himself: "I guess you don't like such a serious one." He shook his head and erased the line of words casually. After a pause, Wei Yuan said to himself. Smile, with a simple and simple tone that makes Buddhas jump angrily, re-manipulate these Buddhist virtues:

"So..."

"May you be able to watch the sky and the sky every day in the next life without getting tired."

"I hope that in your next life, you can look at Chaoge City as you want."

"May you be able to unload the burden of the king in your next life, and live as an ordinary person, full of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. The life in this world is rich and colorful. I don't think you will be disappointed."

Wei Yuan slowly raised his hand. Those great merits turned into three great wishes, but they didn't give Wei Yuan any benefit. He put his trembling right hand behind his back, and watched these three great wishes fly out and swept towards him. world.

Wu Yi's true spirit has been tempered over the years, enough to support reincarnation.

You and me, see you later.

"Finally, there is still a little mess..."

Wei Yuan raised his hand, and the red urn on the back of his right hand slowly lit up.

He forcibly connected these forces left by Wu Yi to the spiritual veins of the Chaoge's ancestral vein, and then accommodated the remnants of the Buddha's light from the relics. He took the Heaven's Mandate Red Urn as the overall plan and the Taiping Essentials as the core. Above the song city, imitating the heaven of the world of Shenzhou, a similar large formation of Fulu was set up.

The Chaoge City slowly floated into the sky and stabilized between heaven and earth.

This is far from being able to compare with the Heavenly Court made by Zhang Daoling, but with the power left by Wu Yi as the core, it barely stabilizes the rudiment. At this time, a magic spell is needed as the core to make this big talisman formation settle down. Yuan was silent, choosing the simplest and most basic spell, which is also the magic spell that Dao Sect must master.

Amulet.

After doing all this, Wei Yuan felt a little weak.

When he came down the mountain, the little girl who had given flowers leaned on her small body, crawling around in the crowd, and ran to Wei Yuan earlier than Feiyu and others, and said anxiously:

"Master Mountain God, Emperor God, Emperor God is gone, where did he go? You get him back..."

Wei Yuan was startled, stretched out his hand to stroke the child's hair, and said gently:

"He, he just fell asleep."

"He is tired and wants to rest."

The little girl is young ~www.mtlnovel.com~ sadly said:

"Then he doesn't want us?"

Wei Yuan squatted down and said, "How come?"

He stretched out his hand, took the palm of the little girl, wrote the amulet in her palm, and whispered softly: "Remember this mantra, just chant it, no matter where it is, no matter when ."

He paused and smiled:

"Your king will definitely come to protect you."

PS: Today's update... Two in one, thanks to Bai Yi Feng Hou Wanshang, thank you.

Six thousand four hundred words, the normal update is divided into three thousand two hundred words in one chapter.

By the way, deriving the detailed outline, I always feel that if Wu Yi accepts it, it will not be in line with the three thousand years of courage, so it is compromised, and he is too tired.

It's so hard to write... Lying dead... Almost squeezed out like toothpaste.

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