Museum of Demons Chapter 492

The latest website: This understatement fell, as if shocked by a sky thunder, the whole zhai palace shivered, bowed their heads, and did not dare to look again, and the huge blue dragon slowly filled his body with eyes. , The gray robe youth looked quiet.

"Self...self-decision..."

The emperor muttered to himself, staggered to his feet, stepped back, and suddenly reacted.

"You dare not kill me."

"You dare not kill me!"

An emperor wearing a luxurious Taoist robe and a hairpin hairpin has been cultivating the Tao for almost thirty years. At least he knows that one of the iron laws of Taoism is that practitioners outside cannot touch the dynastic luck in the world, otherwise even a generation of true cultivation will be involved in the catastrophe. Qi, even if it is the horns of the Taiping Ministry, Zhuge Liang of Shuhan is not going to die. His eyes lit up, as if he had found some reason, and said loudly:

"If you kill me, you won't die!"

Qinglong hovered, seemingly intending to take the place of Taoist.

The gray-robed youth watched the emperor deeply.

Reaching out for a virtual press, Qinglong's forehead was slightly pressed.

Qinglong's claw probing was interrupted.

The gray-robed youth walked down the dragon's head step by step.

Since learning about the future, starting two hundred years ago, it has only changed the fate of some people. The Taoist who has never actively intervened in it seems to have figured out something. Step by step, the big sleeves are shaking, and the people in the palace can only be seen for a moment. , The Taoist had already appeared in front of the emperor.

Lifting his right hand, he clasped the throat of the noble person in the world.

Holding forward all the way, the emperor who claimed to be the emperor was smashed into the rockery, jade, and famous wood with his throat. In the end, he broke through a screen made of white jade with a picture of a thousand miles of rivers and mountains. Above, Qi orifices are bleeding, and the meridians are severed.

The air was even more dead, and the Taoist didn't look back, just said:

"...How would you record this?"

With the Jiajing Emperor participating in the Zhaigong Dajiao, the historian who recorded the grand event bowed his head and trembled:

"The emperor, the emperor Chongxin's minister, Chongxin demon way, cholera is in the world."

"The fairy descended to the earth to punish the evil king..."

The Taoist didn't say anything, and reached out to hold a rune sword.

I don't know which dynasty and generation of true cultivation left this sword. It's hidden in famous mountains and rivers. The Taoist temple was warmed up by monks in the past dynasties, and was brought here as a treasure of the town and temple.

It's just that even if such treasures were collected, Emperor Jiajing couldn't pull them out.

Knock on the sword body.

There was a clear cry of swords.

Rune sword direct sword and sheath separation

Put the sword in the sleeves robe, leaving only the scabbard in the palace, inside the scabbard, full of chills, the Taoist turned his sleeves and walked out, saying: "Tell the descendants of the Zhu family."

"Next time if there are any emperors indulging in cultivating Taoism and causing trouble to the world, at that time, I will cut another sword."

A young court lady raised her head tremblingly and saw the Taoist in her 20s. But after a few steps, her long hair on her temples had turned into pure white, passing by the kneeling hundred officials, her voice calm: "As for the emperor, I have a relationship with the Zhu family, so much care and decentness."

"This time, he said that he saw through Hong Chen and turned into a Taoist."

"Follow me to cultivate immortals."

"Ask for benevolence and benevolence, the name will stay in the history. If you want to come, you can count on your last wish. When there is nothing else to ask for."

The ancient books of later generations often recorded such stories. The emperor asked immortals and asked, and finally moved God sincerely and sent immortals down. Therefore, the emperor at that time could follow the immortals to seek immortals and visit Taoist roads. I know how many people have seen the appearance of the fairy imperial dragon flying in the sky.

But later generations often didn't believe it, and took this matter as an excuse for some kind of political change.

Afterwards, the emperors also made great efforts to govern, never asked immortals to visit the Tao, and the political affairs were also clear, so they did not pay much attention to this matter, but there are some unofficial historical books that link the three fires in the palace this year with this matter. It was written in the epoch, "Go to the palace, suddenly fire, the soldiers screamed together, and the Taoist gave a change to the Taoist uniform to escape. '

However, the emperors of the past dynasties added more edicts to the legendary immortal. As for the original emperor, when Baiguan disputed his posthumous title, in order to impress the immortal. After a dispute, the posthumous posthumous title was given to the spirit because of the last sentence he said.

Good sacrifice to ghosts and spirits, blaspheming ghosts and gods without going far.

In a hidden corner of history, the real cause of death of the emperor was left.

As the years went on, Wu Ruzhong heard the news from the capital. In fact, no one around him stopped talking about the absurd thing of immortals taking the dragon into the capital and your Majesty's ascension. Everyone couldn't believe it, but afterwards, A smooth iteration of the throne took place.

Originally I was worried that the new emperor would also want to learn from his father and go fasting in order to ascend, but obviously, such concerns are unnecessary. After the prince came to the throne, he not only did not learn the Tao, but also Those purple and blue nobles in the palace were driven out of the palace together, and there were even rumors that Jin Yiwei chased and killed them.

Daomen Longhushan, closed the mountain for a hundred years to show self-punishment.

The entire Shenzhou seems to have re-entered the development trajectory of the first two hundred years. Regarding the emperor's ascension, everyone slowly accepted it after being shocked. In any case, the days are always going to be passed, those distant, high-ranking things, for For the people, it is far better to lift unnecessary taxes.

And no longer the labor of twenty or thirty years every year, the construction of the Zhai Palace is better.

There is always some surplus in the rice tank in the family, and there is no need to have a clean house. It is just a bit of suffering. The emperor's preference for cultivating, and the well-developed family, is now gradually declining, sighing every day, saying this Life is not as good as it was when Emperor Jiajing was ten years ago.

Of course, when the common people occasionally talk about the former emperor, they will also have a dissatisfied tone and gossiping in a hidden place, whispering to each other: "The first emperor hurts the people and money. I don't know how many people have empty homes. These people can actually be guided by the immortals. , Oops, do you think this fairy is also greedy for power?"

"That's it, such an emperor can also ascend, what kind of fairy is this?"

"There are eyes but no beads."

"Hey, I looked at the fairy, I'm afraid that there are also things like collusion between officials and businessmen."

The gray-haired Wu Ruzhong frowned, but didn't say anything. He raised a jug of wine and staggered back to his home. The events of the year have passed for more than ten years, and he has never seen it again. The gray-robed youth sometimes feels that all this is just an illusion.

However, he can be regarded as a well-informed elder in his life. Recalling the rapid and decisiveness of the exchange of thrones, he could still smell the iron and blood in it. He also asked his champion friend Shen Kun. The latter was taboo, but just Said that almost all the guards in the palace were injured that day.

There are dismantled white jade screens, stained with blood, and can't be washed away.

For Wu Ruzhong, this is enough.

When I returned home, I saw the courtyard door open. Wu Ruzhong, a young man, frowned. When he opened the door mutteringly, he saw a gray robe with his back facing him, the hairpin of a hosta, just the black hair of the year. It has become half-white, and it looks a little more vicissitudes of life.

"Ah...you, it's you..."

Wu Ruzhong's voice trembled a little: "Is that you?"

The man in the gray robe turned around, sighed, smiled and said, "It's been a long time."

"Brother Wu."

"Really you?"

Wu Ruzhong stammered at the young man in front of him, who was only slightly older compared to the previous year. He still had some disbelief in his eyes. Then he invited the young man into the house, rarely buying some food to go with him. Then the two drank to each other and asked what happened in the past.

Wu Ruzhong's heart was shaking when he heard it, and he seemed to be afraid, but he yearned for it.

The gray-robed youth drank a cup of dirty wine and asked, "Brother Wu, is your story still being written?"

Wu Ruzhong smiled freely and replied: "Writing, of course it is writing."

The young man asked, "Are you still writing about monsters and monsters?"

The old man laughed loudly: "What gods, monsters, ghosts, and ghosts, but it's nothing more than human writing."

"Come here, you can help me see, what else is wrong with me here."

He obtained the manuscript through Jiu Jin, and then handed it to the gray-robed man in front of him. He sighed with emotion. When the latter looked through it, he suddenly asked: "Mr. Yuan, when we first met decades ago, Just ask Wu if I have seen you. I said I had never seen you before, but during this period of time, every time I dreamed, I felt something."

"Please clarify, sir, have we...really met before?"

"Have you seen..."

"Do you really want to know?"

The gray-robed man looked at the gray-haired old man in front of him, saw the latter nod, sighed, and pointed to the old man's eyebrows. It is not a simple matter to break the memory of past and present. When it came to the end of life, it was already vaguely remembered.

So he took advantage of the trend.

The old man's eyes widened, and the illusory experiences in his dreams emerged one after another. The old man's face fluctuated violently, and then he fell into drunk——

He had a dream.

Long...

It's too long.

In this dream, he has gone through a long time, a ridiculous youth, a young man who relies on swords to fight for power, and a lonely and lonely old age, but in such a long time, he likes the middle part the most. Road.

The yellow sand is full, the wasteland is thousands of miles away, there are endless snow-capped mountains, and there are countless dangers.

But as long as he raised his head, he could see the firm back.

The Buddha said to save the common people.

But his conversion is to personally accompany you along this path.

When the white-haired old man wakes up.

Under the candlelight, Yuan flipped through the book.

This is a book that I wanted to write when I was young, but I finally finished it when I was old. The final few revisions added countless details and stories. The white-haired old man wrote about the past. Because there used to be a Yinglong, there was a dragon slashing in a dream, and there was a vast desert, a river of eight hundred Liusha.

When the memory has not been fully restored, he hates the monk, right?

He thought.

Therefore, it is necessary to write the tall, firm, and always calm monk in the book as weak and timid, causing him to continue to fall into various dangers, but why? Every time the monk is about to die, he always Uncontrollably asked a monkey-like character with yellow hair to rescue him.

When the monk hesitated, it was the yellow-haired monkey who pointed him.

When he fell into danger, it was the monkey who took the risk at all costs.

Once and again, even in the story, he was unable to put the monk in danger. At the end of the story, when the story was completed, the monk became a Buddha, and the monkey with golden hair was also a Buddha.

Just like this, you can stay by the master forever.

The master will not die, and he will not leave.

In the previous life, I was saved and protected. Even in the story, I want to protect you.

Let me protect you.

I will guide you.

Originally I wanted to leave you, now even if you drive me away, I also want to come back.

But, what about Master...

The old man staggered and burst into tears before he knew it. He looked at the young man in front of him with red eyes and could not speak.

Buddhist monks do not cultivate in the next life.

But the gray-robed youth looked at the crying old man and stretched out his hand to press on his head.

He lowered his head like the monk back then, grinning and saying:

"Shi Pan Tuo."

The past monk smiled: "I want to live happily..."

The old man couldn't help it anymore, staggering to his knees, tears running and tearing.

"Master, Master..."

"Where are you, I miss you so much, so much..."

The gray-robed youth closed his eyes and raised his head slightly.

Where are you, Xuanzang...

Yes.

I miss you so much.

But between us, we have been isolated for a full thousand years.

Tang Xuanzang ~www.mtlnovel.com~ is dead.

This day was the last time Wu Ruzhong saw the gray-robed youth.

Wu Ruzhong has been fascinated by officials for sixty years, with ups and downs.

The last ten years, the book Journey to the West.

Get drunk with poetry.

Poor and old end.

ps: The first one today............ Three thousand eight hundred characters~~

The next three shifts should be regarded as interest... the smoking hand trembled slightly. If there is no more than a bit in the future, then there will only be two shifts. Gou's life is more important. I don't want to write at all when I get up today. I sigh, I'm really exhausted.

Originally, I only planned to write the origin story of Journey to the West, but I found that I could fill in the pits by the way, but I found that I am not very good at filling pits and lying dead...

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