Museum of Demons

Latest URL: A tragic scene, the feeling of despair and madness almost has substance from the picture, and then rushed out and fell on his body. Chen Yuan's palm trembled slightly, almost instinctively punched out, and then it was already at the end. The illusory and smoky Hetu Luoshu shattered.

The ranger stood up for some time, panting quickly, his pupils constricted.

The sideburns of this contemporary swordsman who leaned on his feet to go back and forth 100,000 miles to the sword were soaked.

Everything is like smoke.

The scene I had seen before disappeared, and the voice of the young man's hospitality came in my ears.

From the window, you could see Hu Ji with pottery on her head, leaving gracefully.

Ying Long Gengchen looked at him calmly, and said, "This is what I saw in the Hetu Luoshu in Kunlun Mountains... I know Wu Zhiqi's strength, so I am more shocked than you. People attacked, although they were forced to retreat afterwards, but after all they were wounded by their origins and couldn't live to that era."

"I need you to help me, Yuan."

"It's also for the sake of everyone..."

After a long time, Chen Yuan said slowly:

"I see."

"I will help you, and you will also help me."

Ying Long Gengchen exhaled a suffocating breath.

Then he said: "By the way... in that possible future, the woman on your back is..."

"Je."

Chen Yuan replied.

He said: "That's Jue."

"I know, she is Jue."

"Poor monks will also help..."

A vague voice came, and then said: "But Yuan, first move your fist away."

Chen Yuan was shocked, turned his head, and saw that he had just instinctively smashed his fist to the front, but instead he smashed Xuanzang's face and gave the monk a big cheek gang. Chen Yuan quickly stopped. The corner of Shi Pantuo's eyes twitched.

Only one person in this world could get close to Xuanzang's body.

The man who fell under the stick on the way would die if he saw this amiable and gentle monk, right? Shi Pantuo sighed in his heart, and recalled the first time he saw Master that year.

On that day, he felt that he almost saw the Buddha in a physical sense.

Chen Yuan got up, looked at the young man in front of him, and said, "What do you want me to do?"

Geng Chen looked peaceful, closed his eyes, and said calmly:

"Please kill me."

The ranger drew his sword.

Suddenly asked:

"Do I have to kill you now, or do I just have to let you die under my hands?"

Geng Chen was stunned, then opened his eyes and said: "...there is no requirement in terms of time."

"Yes?"

The ranger's sword retracted its scabbard, but he got up and patted Geng Chen's shoulder:

"Then don't worry."

"Don't worry, before I die, I will use this sword to take your life."

"And before that..."

"You have to enjoy the world."

"Maybe you are not used to it, but the so-called human beings are like this. Even if you know your death date, you will try your best to live in this world."

The ranger showed a slight smile: "So, please take a look at Chang'an City first."

"Since the ages, there has been no greater place than this city."

Geng Chen, who was willing to die, was stunned.

When he raised his head, it was the back left by the departing ranger, and the last two sentences.

"This world is so beautiful, it's lonely to die without seeing it."

"Life is short, I will definitely kill you, so don't have to be in such a hurry."

…………

On this day, Chen Yuan, Xuanzang, and Shi Pantuo returned to the Ci'en Temple where they are now staying.

A huge task that was far more difficult than traveling westward hit them.

The ranger was thinking hard, sitting on the bed, frowning so that it could trap mosquitoes.

Xuanzang thought for several days and then proposed a solution: "We must prepare now, otherwise, it will be difficult to deal with the crisis at that time..."

The contemplating ranger got up from the bed with a grunt, his eyes lightened:

"How about it, have you thought of a way?"

"Yes…"

Xuanzang nodded and said gently, "Our biggest advantage now is Geng Chen."

"Second, I learned about the existence of Dajie more than a thousand years in advance."

"So these thousand years are our chance to turn over."

"Opportunity...you mean."

Xuanzang said slowly: "In this Ci'en Temple, a one-hundred and eighty-foot pagoda is cast."

"For more than a thousand years afterwards, with the power of chanting, we will accumulate power in this stupa."

"Until the time of catastrophe, this pagoda should and be able to become a power that can be used by people. This is just the first idea. Use this thousand years of time to make arrangements in advance. When that day really comes, it should Enough to play several hole cards."

The ranger's eyes lit up slightly, and he murmured, "That's it, that's it!"

"good!"

"However, Xuanzang...can ordinary pagodas also accumulate the power of Buddhist chanting?"

Xuanzang introduced carefully:

"This one hundred and eighty-foot pagoda can be filled with enough relics on each floor."

"In this way, you can save, I have the final say, the relics should be enough."

"Oh, that's how it is."

The ranger suddenly realized, and then slightly stunned, looking at the kind-eyed and friendly monk:

"Wait a minute, Xuanzang, how many relics did you bring back from Tianzhu."

"One hundred and fifty."

"...How high do you plan to build this stupa?"

"One hundred and eighty feet, each layer is covered with relics."

The ranger silently counted the number of relics he needed, and looked at the monk:

"So, how many do you bring back?"

Master Xuanzang smiled gently, his eyes were out of focus:

"One hundred and fifty."

"How tall is the stupa."

"One hundred and eighty feet, each floor is covered with relics."

"...So how much did you bring?"

The monk watched his nose and his heart, and when the ranger's hands were on his bald head, he answered:

"...Nalanda Temple gave one hundred and fifty."

The corners of Chen Yuan's mouth twitched: "What about the others..."

The monk's eyes widened and argued for reason:

"Didn't they worship me as a teacher after they all lost?"

"This... it's normal for a treasure like a relic to be in charge of a teacher."

"I can't give it to my apprentice."

The veteran Malaysian bandit Shi Pantuo shook his hands while holding the tea.

In any case, the construction of this stupa with a large number of relics began this year. Even Xuanzang personally prepared the materials, but was finally persuaded by the monks to leave here and asked him to go back and translate the scriptures. Arts.

This period of time, in the heart of the ranger, is the happiest and most relaxing time.

He would go to Chang'an City, drink and sing wildly with Yuan Tiangang, and Gengchen in the city.

Will pull Shi Pantuo in the realm of the Tang Dynasty.

When I was idle, I would go back to Ci'en Temple to help Xuanzang translate the scriptures.

If there is still a chance, as Wu Meiniang's family, occasionally meet with her. In the second year of the construction of the pagoda, in the fifth year of Yonghui, Wu Meiniang became pregnant again. This time the child is a girl. Chen Yuan once saw I am overjoyed.

"My swordsmanship will be taught to this kid."

The ranger, who was over forty years old, laughed and pestered the monk for seven or eight days before making the current enlightened person helpless. Into the white jade longevity lock carved by the ranger himself, a piece of Buddhism was injected into it. force.

"With this Buddhist aspiration, you can punish evil and not invade, and all laws will not disturb you."

"Then I will teach her swordsmanship again, and this child will go well without any worries. I have seen her and she looked so much like her mother when I was a child. I remember that when I met for the first time, it looked like a small dumpling... Tomorrow will be a full moon table. I’ll send this thing up at that time."

It is rare for a ranger to go to sleep happily.

At night, he was awakened by a noisy sound. When he opened the door and went out, Shi Pantuo palely told him a news—

"Little princess, passed away."

"It was the king and queen who killed it."

………

The ranger almost wanted to fly into the palace.

But after all, it was only to enter comfort with Wu Zhaoyi's relatives.

It was not qualified to see the child's body.

However, I couldn't restrain the grief in my heart. In contemporary swordsmanship, there were not many who surpassed him.

Flying by, wanting to see the child one last time.

His sword used to slay an unknown number of thugs and enemies. He used to compare swords with people in Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty. He once slashed the wind in the vast desert of the Western Regions. He also smashed a Turkic cavalry with a single sword. Looking at that small body at the moment, the palm of his hand holding the sword as steady as iron trembled slightly.

But he immediately found a small mark on the child's body, and his body suddenly stagnated.

The trace was small and faint, almost imperceptible.

The ranger is very familiar.

Because this thing can only be left behind when a weapon has been skillfully used, and the weapon with this shape of calluses is the short knife that he personally cast when he was a boy, and it was given to him when he left Chang'an. Wu Zetian.

This also represents who really killed this child.

An unprecedented anger arose in the heart of the ranger, and it was not so much anger as a feeling that could not be described in words. The pain exceeded the damage of all weapons. He rushed into the palace with his body and looked for it. Arrived at Wu Zhaoyi.

Zhaoyi Hall.

The woman's eyes were red, and she was constantly washing her hands, rubbing her hands red.

When she saw the knight who was no longer young, her eyes were red, and the huge psychological pressure made her want to talk about her struggles and her helpless choices. It was an unprecedented cruel choice.

Is it to let my daughter die and try to fight back in the Jedi; or is it to say that under the great power of the Queen and Queen, all his relatives and friends have been suppressed, so that the decision of the ending of displacement is cruel, at least when it was the first time this decision was made. Cruel.

But what she faced was a icy sight like a sword's edge, and stab her back:

"...What did you do?"

The ranger walked in, with a sudden breath of energy wrapped around him.

"Kill his own daughter with his own hands."

"what do you want to do!"

"Is power so important in your heart?!"

"You don't even hesitate to trade with your daughter?"

In the words of the ranger, disbelief, disappointment, and pain were mixed, turning into fierce spirit.

The woman's lips trembled, and finally she laughed at herself, because she really killed the child with her own hands. She said quietly in the palace, "It is true."

Chen Yuan did not expect that he would get such an answer.

He opened his mouth to ask questions like this, and there was no hidden expectation in his heart, expecting a certain reason.

But the woman in front of her has been stubborn since she was a child.

After all, there was no peace talks that day, because when the once naughty woman faced her teenage friend, she took a step back and said: "Guard, assassin!" The harsh voice echoed in the Daming Palace, accompanied by, There was also the murderous air brought by the armor when a large number of basalt troops were mobilized, and the ranger took a deep look at the woman.

Take out the longevity lock carved by himself.

The words of the past are vivid in my ears.

‘It’s actually pretty good, maybe I will give birth to a princess or a prince? At that time, you can send this long-life lock again. ’

‘You can also engrave a word on it, such as your own symbol. ’

The former girl gestured and said: ‘You will be my child’s uncle then. ’

A trace of warmth appeared in Wu Zhaoyi's eyes and opened her mouth.

The ranger clasped his five fingers abruptly.

Since Tianzhu got the jade book, the longevity lock that has been retained for more than ten years has turned into a powder.

With a flick of his sleeves, the Buddhist aspirations spilled out, finally mixed into the fragments of white jade, and rose between the two, just like the winter sun when they were young, and finally disappeared, the ranger turned around, big Step away and never look back.

The woman behind her lips trembled.

Finally, she turned her head and shook her golden step, UU reading www. Step by step, uukanshu.com walked into the palace.

That year was young and the spring was warm.

‘Brother Chen, if I become the Lord of the World, will you still treat me well? ’

'certainly! ’

ps: The second more today...

The activities mentioned in this chapter are clear to everyone, because they only applied for it today.

So from today to the end of the month, this chapter released in this period of time says, lie dead.

"New Tang Book": Zhaoyi gave birth to a daughter, and then Gu Nong, go, Zhaoyi submerged and killed his son.

Serve the emperor, Yang is a joyous speech, scorn your child, and die. Then they asked both left and right in surprise, and they all said: Happiness comes later. Zhaoyi means sorrowful tears, the emperor can't detect it, and said angrily: Kill my daughter later

"Tang Hui Yao": The daughter of Zhaoyi died violently. Also played the king and queen to kill. So there is the meaning of abolishing the establishment.