Museum of Demons Chapter 232

This is the largest monastic practice temple in Kyoto.

The host Qingyan Mogi sat down on the ground, his face full of pain and speechless.

Many monks were frightened or frightened or angry.

And the head that was pickled by the celestial master stared straight ahead, and couldn't see the original vigorous appearance at all, and even the unfamiliar people couldn't even recognize whose head it was. After several breaths, a woman in a kimono screamed and exclaimed. Along with the roar of weapons, the monks moved forward directly.

The atmosphere was instantly deadly.

Qingyan Mogi raised his hand to stop, and said, "Stop it."

His face was twisted, but he was able to calm down, slowly raised his head, and said:

"It's also possible that my son did something wrong."

"It has been more than two years since he left the temple to travel and practice the Taoism."

"What has happened needs further verification, but at least today is the Obon Festival, Buddhism is vast, and there are many distinguished guests here today, and you cannot see the blood on this day."

This is the same speculation that the celestial master Zhang Ruosu reacted to Brother Sakurajima.

This can be endured.

Without changing his face, Wei Yuan poured himself a glass of wine again.

Qingyan Motegi picked up the head of Yoshiyuki Mogi, put it in the box with a trembling, and returned to the inner room. Such a picture, unwilling to fight on this special day, and tolerated the humiliation for the good of everyone, but let Wei Yuan There is an illusion that you are the villain.

In this respect, they are really experts.

Wei Yuan drinks slowly.

The other monks around, the Onmyoji, and the two Taoists who were obviously here to provoke, their attitudes were obviously not much better. They kept scanning the two, and finally one of the Onmyoji snorted coldly, holding the wine glass and slamming it heavily on the table. , Said: "Two Dao Sects from Shenzhou."

"I want to come and be beautiful."

"Since today is here, how can you not show your hands?"

"I've already wanted to try if it's your Dao Sect's power, or my Onmyoji is higher."

As soon as I said this, the surrounding monks were instantly boiled, those young men were full of vigor, and some people with advanced skills also wanted to take this opportunity to get on the line with the Mogi family. Besides, there were only two young Taoist priests who could have How many lanes are you going?

Since Wei Yuan came today, he didn't plan to throw his head away and leave.

Qingyan Motegi hid in the back room, but did not come out again, obviously intending to just stare at the development of the situation.

Wei Yuan didn't care either, he was about to make a move.

The little Taoist A Xuan stood up first.

He turned his head and whispered: "Wei Guan..., Master Wei Dao, there is no reason to let the main force be the first to kick the club. Let the trail come in the first game. Besides, the previous thing, the senior brother I blamed me for not being able to give a hand, this time I will definitely get a hand."

Wei Yuan asked, "Are you sure?"

A Xuan had the final say, a little drumming in his heart, and said in a low voice:

"Many people here seem to have the same magic power as Xiaodao."

I looked around, and thought of what my senior brother said on the phone, he had already said hello, so he had the confidence to stand up, and said with confidence: "However, the Master Wei Guan can rest assured that the trail is also a little sure. ."

When Wei Yuan saw A Xuan, he seemed very confident, so he nodded and asked him to take action.

A Xuan walked out and gave a little courtesy, saying:

"Xiaodao Zhang Ruoxuan."

That Onmyoji was over 30 years old. He also got up, just nodded and announced his name. He held the talisman and jumped to the training ground next to the monastery. His movements were agile, and Ah Xuan walked over honestly. Convicted while walking, apologetic.

Wei Yuan looked at it, and was relieved about the result of the fight.

Just like A Xuan himself said, he and that Onmyoji are about the same in mana.

However, Shenzhou pays more attention to Taoism.

When the two came to the stage, Wei Yuan took out his mobile phone at random, thought about it, and decided to send a message to Zhang Ruosu. He just sent it out. Before Zhang Ruosu could come back, he heard an exclamation and looked up. When the onmyoji master performed onmyoji, he mobilized Shishen and attacked A Xuan.

The boy just took a step forward, avoiding it easily like a prophet.

That spell was like a tiger, tearing to the young man's neck.

However, he was directly stretched out his hand to pinch the soft flesh of the back of the neck three inches, and then shook his hand. The onmyoji that had just been fierce was directly shaken away, changing into a two-qi of yin and yang, and entangled in A Xuan's fingers, Wei Yuan Shaking his head, although the mana is the same, there are too many differences in the use of Taoism.

The young master uncle of Longhushan.

Raised by contemporary celestial masters.

If this technique couldn't be done like this, Wei Yuan would have doubted what Zhang Ruosu had taught.

Next, A Xuan won three games in a row. In the first game, the onmyoji of the Onmyoji was directly broken by him, and he ended in embarrassment. In the second scene, a muscular monk, holding a long spear, the young man wrapped the blade of the spear with a whisk, and just swept the spear directly through the wall, not knowing where it went.

But Ah Xuan was still sorry, and the monk had to go down the mountain angrily to find his gun.

The third is a shrine maiden.

It's a pity that Longhushan drives out the gods and ghosts. The gods here are in his eyes, that is, they are similar to the means of going out of horses. Zen has a ban, and you can't show magical powers in front of ordinary people. And Longhushan also has a ban, righteous gods. Not upper body, upper body is not righteous.

Even going out of Ma Xian was regarded as a crooked way by this Fuluzong altar.

What's more, it is one of these eight million gods.

A Xuan almost looked like a cat that saw a mouse, and almost took out the talisman to take the **** away.

Then seal it directly into the wine jar.

This kind of housekeeping method of the Dragon and Tiger sect is to look at the shrines and goddesses with chills behind them, and then refuse to go up, even if the little Taoist bows and apologizes at the end, sincerely handing over the talisman that seals the gods. , They were so scared that they turned pale and could not speak.

In the end, everyone could see that this little Taoist had advanced skills. No one wanted to find him happy, and those who thought they had high skills were all in their forties and fifty years old, and they were unwilling to care about these 13 or four-year-old little Taoists. Finally, A Xuan took a deep breath and swept around, politely:

"Isn't there a Onmyoji from He Mao's family?"

When the sound came out, everyone looked to one side in amazement. There were many onmyojis sitting there, and they didn't talk to other people. Abe Haruaki once studied at He Mao's house. It can be seen that this vein has a profound knowledge in onmyoji. Today, there are He Maoxingluo, the 130-year-old Great Onmyoji, and the contemporary **** of Onmyoji, was present.

He Mao Xingluo opened his eyes, his tone was flat, and said:

"Leader, do you want to try it with me?"

A Xuan shook his head. He could feel the horror of the old Onmyoji on the opposite side. Next, it should be the master of Wei Guan kicking the museum. One thing that can help remove some obstacles is that he can't provoke the master of Wei Guan. , He always felt that the stronger the opponent, the better the Master Weiguan could make things happen.

Therefore, if the strongest is ruled out in advance, the upper limit of the Weiguan master's troubles will be suppressed.

The eyes of the young Taoist were bright, as if seeing a quiet daily life.

Besides, my brother is much older.

A few young people here may not know that the brother has said hello, so they politely said:

"The little Taoist wants to try it with you."

On the opposite side was the Great Onmyoji with a high level of cultivation. Ah Xuan had no intentions of his own recklessness. He raised his hand and put on the five thunder method that his senior brother had told him. Shen Xiaolei's method.

He Mao Xingluo originally planned to send a disciple up.

See the posture of the young Taoist.

The look slowly solidified.

He Mao Xingluo still remembers things when he was young.

He has eaten mermaid meat and has lived more than one hundred and thirty years old. There are too many things buried in his memory. Until now, those seniors did not know it. He was called the Great Onmyoji, or The **** of Onmyoji is no less than Abe Seimei.

But the most talented person in the He Mao family was not him.

His elder brother is the genius who is truly known as the entire He Mao family who is expected to surpass Abe.

Once went to the battlefield to experience.

And come back alive.

After experiencing the cruel battlefield, the understanding of onmyoji is constantly improving, and soon surpassed the family sect. Not many people in the entire He Mao family can surpass him, everything is logical, as everyone expected.

Then, when the talent was in his twenties, a young Taoist of about 17 years old came to challenge him. One man and one sword penetrated the entire Onmyoji genre. That day, the Taoist with dizzy eyes killed He Mao's family. Patriarch, a blue-gray cloth robe, an iron sword with a bandage wrapped around the hilt, is a living nightmare.

The rain can't wash away the blood.

Hundreds of Onmyojis did not dare to move rashly.

Let him step out.

At that time, He Mao Xingluo, who was only six years old, had cold hands and feet. He saw that his brother, known as Abe Seimei, had his head beheaded. He was extremely angry and stopped the Taoist man, but the latter did not attack him.

He Mao Xingluo said angrily:

"who are you?!"

"Me? Dragon Tiger."

"The dragon and tiger overwhelming the world!"

He Mao Xingluo murmured: "We, we have never heard of it."

The sloppy young Taoist put his sword on his shoulders, put the sword in his hands, and laughed:

"Now, you have heard of it."

"what?"

Raising his hand, and pointing it for a cut, the sword energy was cut straight from the torii to the backyard, and the sound of croaking continued, he directly cut He Maozong in half, and the sword energy was directly cut from He Mao Xingluo's eyebrows. , Softly like the wind, He Mao Xingluo stepped back two steps before sitting directly on the ground, speechless for a long while.

The young Taoist retracted his sword and said in a light tone:

"He Mao's family has been able to suppress yin and yang, and it has not been easy for a thousand years."

"Keep your orthodoxy."

"Good for yourself."

Walk away.

Such a scene turned into He Mao Xingluo's nightmare, and it has not dissipated for a hundred years.

He Mao Xingluo took a deep breath and looked at the young Taoist who was about to perform the thunder of the gods. It was almost like a nightmare recovery. When the talisman was painted, his palm was trembling as if cast, and he said: " Are you... from Longhushan?"

A Xuan nodded and said, "Exactly."

He Mao Xingluo was silent, and suddenly said: "This time my He Mao family will not participate in this matter."

The surrounding onmyojis were all stunned, and He Mao Xingluo looked at A Xuan and said:

"Longhushan celestial master, what is the relationship with Xiaodaochang?"

A Xuan replied: "It's brother."

"is it……"

He Mao Xingluo whispered and closed his eyes.

That was not the last time he saw the young Taoist.

Later... Later I heard that the young Taoist went all the way and killed all the way.

Under the long sword, the head rolled.

It seems that all those killed by him were sent to the Yasukuni News Agency.

Until the end, the young Daoist directly fought his sword into the largest shrine in Sakurajima at that time, arrogantly, took the wine that was worshipped in front of Amaterasu, and drank with his neck up.

At that time the tide erupted.

The young Taoist laughed and smashed out of the siege.

Bloodied all over, drinking with his neck back.

The sword crossed the East China Sea.

Sword and roar, fencing is song.

That poem could be sung by the Sakurajima monks at that time, but now not many people know it. He Maoxingluo fell into silence and memories, and couldn't help whispering:

Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Goushuang Xueming.

The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor.

Kill one person in ten steps and never stay for a thousand miles.

Hello.

I don't know how the "old man"...

I want to come as it was back then, unrestrained and unrestrained, which makes people hate, but admire.

"Uncle Master, why are you drinking again?!"

On Longhu Mountain, a certain gray-haired celestial master had an incident.

Sitting on the bench honestly.

He was more than fifty years younger than him, but he looked the same age, or older than him, and the Taoist man with old spots pointed at his nose and cursed: "You are old and not repaired, you are one hundred and forty years old. Years old, high blood pressure and high blood fat have not run away, and still drink, do you still want to run for high blood sugar?!"

The celestial master observes his nose, his nose observes his heart: "No."

"I don't eat sugar."

The old Taoist with the Taoist name Shou Ke was stunned: "Don't eat?"

The old master answered honestly:

"I ate too much when I was young, but now I have a toothache."

Shou Ke said: "When you were young?"

Zhang Ruosu thought about it and said, "Yes, when you were about this age."

Zhang Shouke was furious. He snatched the wine hidden by Zhang Ruosu, opened the old Taoist quilt to find two bottles of beer, and took out half a bottle of white beer from under the bed, and said viciously: "I'll tell my disciples later, I'll take you The money that can be spent each month will be deducted for another four months, and I will let you drink!"

Wait until my nephew rushes away.

Zhang Ruosu was silent.

Then she showed a trace of triumphant smile~www.mtlnovel.com~ Look at the nose, look at the heart.

He took a sip of "tea" in his teacup.

Hum, I want to play with the old Taoist priest, you are still tender.

Zhang Ruosu happily sipped the Tianshi Happy Tea, then turned on the phone, ready to have a bloody, intense and exciting battle, and then saw a new message, not from A Xuan, but from a pottery pot. Head man.

Zhang Ruosu's right eyelid jumped.

"Friend Zhang, I want to set off a firework."

"The movement may be a little bit bigger."

PS: The first chapter of today's update, Kavin...four thousand words

There should be a chapter in a while. If there is no more than twelve o'clock, everyone should rest early. Thanks for the Y0 book 20,000 reward.

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