Museum of Demons

Vol 2 Chapter 608: Chang'an Ranger (thanks to Bai's 30,000 starting coin)

Beiyin·Qunu City.

There are legends in this city. In other words, the translation of Shenzhou characters in this city is derived from the legends recorded by Xuanzang himself. It is probably that the first king here gave birth to a hundred daughters, and there was a fairy transformed from an old wood. Fancy his daughter.

What is recorded in the text is ‘infecting the heart’.

As a result, the king's daughter was unwilling, so she had to send the youngest and ugly past.

This skin is like a dead wood fairy anger, cursing the other ninety-nine women to bend their waists.

So it is called Qu Nucheng.

Xuanzang said at the time that he could solve the curse.

When King Jieri asked about this ancient history, Xuanzang talked about Buddhism.

Speaking of the Diamond Sutra of Mahayana Buddhism, you can cut off all your worries, and you can break the spell by yourself.

When Wei Yuan asked in private.

"Do you know how to solve curses?"

"do not know."

"Then how do you solve it?"

After the monk pondered, he replied: "Hold on the vajra power to stop your worries."

A lot of age has fallen in love with a little girl, and cursed if she didn't get it. Is this thing also a god?

If he changed his words, he had already rounded the stick and smashed it up.

This is called Diamond Power.

Beat that withered wood fairy to death.

Isn't the spell solved?

This is called exhausting troubles.

Of course he said it in a joke, but Wei Yuan felt that with Xuanzang’s character, seeing such a so-called **** would really be overwhelmed on the spot. From the legend, the face is like a dead wood god, its body Most likely, it is a tree monster similar to the grandmother in A Chinese Ghost Story.

As for Xuanzang, it can't be done.

Just ask that grandma if she has the courage to deal with the Buddhist Mahayana, Buddhism liberating the sky, and the great Master Mahdiva Sanzang can do it, and Wei Yuan even suspects that the tree demon in the ghost story of a Chinese girl can't break Xuanzang at all. Defend.

However, this city of Qunu, once discussed on Taoism, was regarded as the most prosperous city in North India at that time, and it has already turned into ruins.

The Jieri Empire fell apart after the death of King Jieri.

It has never been unified again.

Countless talented and peerless kings once created vast empires with their own hands, and such great deeds naturally perished after their own deaths. Only the first emperor, although he died, but the great unification that opened up has always been handed down, from countless The emperor stands out.

All generations are practicing Qin politics and law.

Now Chang'an is still the city of Chang'an, while Qunu City has long since become a small town in the county.

Wei Yuan found a place where he could see the original city location. He sat down cross-legged at will, looking at this not a prosperous place, and narrowed his eyes, as if he could still see the Qunu City of the year, and saw the ring of the year. Japanese Empire.

The city gods are sturdy, the towers and pavilions face each other, the flowers, forests and ponds, the bright mirrors, and many exotic goods gather here.

Living in abundance, rich family.

"It's like a dream..."

Wei Yuan smiled and whispered.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he could still see the scenes of the past, the remains of the wind blowing through the years, carrying the wind of the past, and falling on the shoulders of the knights now.

Over there, over there is the pool where there are lotus flowers of various colors. There is a market, where fruit and grain shops are lined up. The square is surrounded by sculptures and pools. There will be monks and sages communicating with each other. Arguing, the children will watch carefully by the side.

The farthest point is the Jialan Pagoda, straight into the sea of ​​clouds.

In the small stall, there will be a ranger of the Tang Dynasty looking up, looking at the clouds in a daze, thinking about the flying flowers in the city of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty, Shi Pantuo sighed and laughed beside him. The King of India strode forward.

The Ranger of Datang raised his head and looked at the king next to him.

The two were drinking here.

"Can't you stay here?"

King Jieri sent out an invitation again, frowning:

"You can become my strongest general, let Xuanzang stay, and he can return to the vulgarity. My sister, the most beautiful beauty in the entire North India has practiced Theravada Buddhism for him. Although there is no great wish to universalize all living beings, I can also curb my worries."

"No, no more."

"We won't keep it."

"Why, do you doubt our friendship?"

"No, of course not!"

"Then why?"

The Ranger of Datang shook his head and laughed:

"You are kind to us, but this is not home after all."

"Family?"

"Yes."

The ranger sat cross-legged, his body swaying, his pony tail swaying, a bodhi leaf in his mouth, a smile at the bottom of his eyes and a smile at the corners of his mouth, he seemed to be immersed in joy, like It's about to make a jar of fine wine, saying:

"Do you know the joy of Zongma Beidi? Do you know how the wind in the south of the Yangtze River is intoxicating? Do you know that riding a fast horse, drinking with your neck back, and flying over the Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in one go?"

"Do you know the wind in Chang'an?"

"Do you know the Voice of the Tang Dynasty that passed by Long Shouyuan?"

"Do you know the majesty of Yanzhao and the magnificence of Qin Jin?"

"No matter how good this place is, it is not our home after all. If we did not return to that land one day, then Xuanzang and I would be wandering wanderers after all. This is my hometown in peace. It has been proved that only my hometown can make my heart settle down."

"Even if you are a wanderer, you always want to go home."

King Jieri stopped persuading, and the two were drunk.

Parting after drunk.

"Our friendship will not change. I am waiting for you to come back and continue to drink with me."

The king said so.

Into the years of history.

When the eyes are closed, the voices and smiles of many friends in the past are very clear. Is it the afternoon? Or is it just past noon? Shi Pantuo was sighing, camel bells swayed, sunlight streaming from the cracks in the leaves of the linden tree, the beard laughed loudly, cries, drinking, arguing, and children's laughter were so real.

When I opened my eyes, it was just a piece of wreckage, Shi Pantuo, King Jieri, Xuanzang, the place where I had been drinking, all turned into smoke and disappeared, sealed in the faint yellow past, and traveled to and from the modern North India. People, even the ruins of King Jieri have disappeared, only the same sunlight as before.

Wei Yuan backhanded the Jie Sun sword upside down to the ground.

Take out two wine bowls from the sleeves.

A jug of wine.

Sit on the ground.

He poured the wine into the bowl.

A smile appeared on the face of Datang's ranger, holding up the wine bowl, facing the city 1,500 years ago, raising the wine glass to his friend 1,500 years ago, smiling and whispering: "I'm back. ."

"Take Chang'an's fine wine."

"With flowers from Chang'an."

In chatting with the big beard, Wei Yuan set off the fine wine of North India more than once, blowing the fine wine of Chang'an city into the sky, and the ground flooded with golden lotus. To be honest, he was also poor at that time and wanted to say good wine. That's really embarrassing, I haven't drunk it much, after all, Wang Xuance is not well-off.

And if he said to Xuanzang, ‘I’m out of money, give me money, I’m going to drink! ’

It is estimated that the monk held the Tianling Gai with one hand and dragged it back on the spot.

A full-time street slipper in Chang'an City.

You actually came to the monk to borrow money to buy wine and eat? ! !

The Buddha of Tathagata, his family is unfortunate! Family is unfortunate!

It’s just that although I haven’t drunk Chang’an wine very much, I’m sitting on a soft embroidered blanket in the palace of Beiyin, drinking wine in a golden vessel, but still recalling the rice wine in Chang’an. The wind in Chang'an comes from Qilu's grain, and everything is good.

Wei Yuan raised his glass alone, and touched the wine vessel in front of the Jieri Sword.

Then he leaned his neck back and drank. In the eleven years of ancient India, when he first met each other, he regarded each other as looking for trouble. He leaned on the withered old tree and looked down at the past. He drank his first bowl and said to himself:

"Tianzhu."

Then came the second bowl, whispering: "Chang'an."

The third bowl. "Return to hometown."

For the fourth time, a whole bowl was filled, almost overflowing, the action paused, and he drank it all in a majestic manner.

"One hundred thousand li sword!"

Then the breath turned softer: "Dharma."

"Jia Lan."

Wei Yuan drank a bowl of strong wine, after Jialan, it was Qianqiu, it was a sword fight, it came and went horizontally and horizontally, holding the sword north and south, asking the heroes and enemies, all were swallowed in the abdomen, and drank all of them. Full eleven bowls of wine.

The scenes of the past scenes were combined with this Chang'an wine into his belly. Wei Yuan seemed to be drunk, and it was unclear for a moment. It was the museum owner of the later generations, the ranger of the Tang Dynasty, or just Show off your character.

In the end, eleven bowls of wine drank the wine round and clean.

The Datang Changan Ranger, who couldn't pour a drop of wine no matter how much he poured, looked at the place that was already inhuman and non-human. He was startled for a long time, laughed out loud, and finally became disappointed. He tossed the Changan wine and staggered: " Let's go! Let's go!" Flicking the sleeves, all traces of the Ring Sun Sword were directly erased, as if an ordinary thing remained here.

Eleven years of detention.

Knowing each other for eleven years.

Give you eleven bowls of spirits.

This sword was given to me by you, going around for 1,600 years, and now it's back to you too, big beard.

It is the so-called, beginning and end.

People in my generation, in my generation...

The ranger staggered away.

The ancient divinity, the sword of the big sun, represented by the mythological concept, stayed here, overlooking the ruins of Qunu City below like the King Jieri of the year, and the Rangers of Tang Dynasty went away in great spirits without even looking at it. The ring sun sword that exudes hot divinity.

He paused.

It seems to be an illusion, or perhaps drunk. Behind him, it seems that there is still the city of Qu Girl. You can hear camel bells, there are Shi Pantuo, there are drinking friends there, Xuanzang is preaching the scriptures, just like those old men. The monks in China dozed, the beautiful co-lord stared at Xuanzang, while the bearded man was holding the sword, holding the wine, and looking at him.

One thousand six hundred years ago, the hero of the heroic warrior smiled and asked: "What are you thinking about?"

The ranger staring at Baiyun in awe, said: "It's nothing."

One thousand six hundred years later, the ranger never looked back.

In the end, she just waved her back to Qu Nucheng and her friends in the past.

In a loud voice:

"gone!"

Come out of the memory.

The wind blew across the sword, and the sword whistling from the sun, as if groaning.

Wei Yuan returned to Qingniu. The drunk white-haired youth was frantically swiping his mobile phone. His eyes were flushed red. When Wei Yuan came back, his eyes widened and furiously said, "The potter, where are you? You! Where did it go?!"

He stretched out to grab Wei Yuan's neckline.

However, Wei Yuan raised his hand and held it down, Wu Zhiqi was stunned by the latter's natural reaction.

Wei Yuan didn't notice, his tone was relaxed and cheerful, even with a touch of gentleness:

"That sentence? I lied to you."

Unsupported Qi was dull, and then furious:

"you!!!"

Wei Yuan doubted: "I thought that you can see through my trap with Shui Jun, your intelligence, wit, shrewdness and courage at a glance..."

"Could it be that... you actually got the trick?"

"?!!!"

Qi Wuzhi's voice stopped abruptly, sluggish for a while, gritted his teeth and said:

"Of course... of course you can see it."

Wei Yuan sighed and touched his palm: "As expected of Lord Shui!"

"good job."

"In other words, my trap has no negative impact on you at all, right?"

Wu Zhi Qi was blocked by a single sentence, and after holding it for a long time, he squeezed a sentence from the gap in the tiger's teeth:

"……right."

The free and easy ranger smiled, and the old green bull saw that he didn't have the God Sword of the Sun, which was naturally accompanied by a vast mythological concept, and said in amazement:

"What about mythological concepts?"

"left behind."

"Don't take it away?"

"What to take away?"

The old green cow was startled, looking at the young man who answered casually in front of him, and then couldn't help but laughed with his palm, saying: "What the Master taught is right, what the Master teaches is right, you don't need to learn anymore, any foreign things are It's an impurity, you have gained the Tao, you already have a way, hahaha..."

He laughed heartily, then smiled and whispered in his heart.

I don't need to worry about you.

Wei Yuan originally planned to go directly to ~www.readwn.com~ but the Qingniu has changed and prototyped again.

Wei Yuan stroked the big blue cow and sat on the back of the blue cow as if he had been for more than two thousand years. He took out his phone and opened Zhang Ruosu's connection. He had originally made a lot of jokes as he did in the past, but in the end he said something else. All places have been deleted.

It was finally sent out.

It's just six words.

"Tao ancestors retreat and return to the country."

ps: Today’s second update............ 3800 words, thank you Bai’s phantom 30,000 starting coin, thank you~

Well, although there is a little time, I have to prepare well for the next time, the next big one, tomorrow's.

I hope this story can be written down smoothly, lying in the corpse.

  

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