Chapter 497: Catastrophe One Part—Who Moved My Time?

Human World·Museum.

Dao Yan drank tea silently, watching the tall monk wash the rice in front of him with a hearty smile, black rice, oat rice, quinoa, rice, brown rice, all of them came into battle, big and small, colorful, in front of the monk Under the agitation of the strong muscles of the right arm, they came together in a completely irregular and disorderly posture.

The young monk's forehead twitched.

Silently chant Buddhist scriptures.

All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, and should be viewed in this way.

False, all false.

are all empty.

There is nothing there.

Suddenly, the museum owner who had slightly closed eyes in front of him slowly opened them.

But I haven't spoken for a long time.

Dao Yan paused in his heart, put down the teacup in his hand, looked up, was stunned before he could speak, hesitated, and said suspiciously:

"Master Wei, you seem... very nervous?"

"Nervous? Not at all."

"Amitabha...is that very scary?"

"Afraid? Heh...Wei has never been afraid of anyone before."

"Didn't lie?"

"Wei is not someone who opens his eyes and tells lies!"

This sentence is righteous.

"Yeah……"

Dao Yan was silent for a while, and said: "Then, Master Wei, can you open your eyes?"

Wei Yuan: "..."

"Open it."

The monk looked at him and said earnestly, "Speaking of which, don't Chinese people lie to Chinese people?"

Wei Yuan: "...you don't believe me?!"

The owner of the museum, who has gone through many dangers without changing his face, has a calm face, but cold sweat keeps oozing from his forehead, and the sweat slides down his cheeks. The rate at which the cold sweat came out had increased by sixty percent.

Wei Yuan's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

Urgent, go to Kunlun in three days.

But the Queen Mother of the West was beaten.

Well, although I can understand it, if I had this opportunity, I would never let it go.

but……

The premise is that I am not the 'future me'.

The new god of war of the human race, the owner of the museum, the number one scandal in the old street, and the number one unpopular figure in the Longhushan Tianshi Mansion! The eternal nightmare of cumin and spicy flavor! Wuzhiqi's parent, Wei Yuanwei, the owner of the pavilion, let out a sigh of relief, and began to think about this issue seriously.

I feel.

My death star is shining.

"so……"

Dao Yan looked calm and calm, stood up, looked down at Wei Yuan who was sitting in a wheelchair, and asked slowly: "Look at your face, do you think of the poor monk and the many grievances and grievances with the poor monk?" ?”

His right palm glowed with golden Buddha light.

Wei Yuan paused in his thoughts.

Then he opened his eyes wide and said without changing his face: "It's a pity."

"This memory has nothing to do with you."

Dao Yan's movements suddenly froze, he raised his palm, and looked into Wei Yuan's sincere eyes.

I can't keep playing and I can't get it back: "..."

……………………

In the end, the young monk got angry and walked away.

"You wait!"

"Next time, next time I will definitely remind you!"

The young monk didn't even eat, he gritted his teeth and left angrily.

When going out, Wei Yuan with a hearty smile that reminded him of the doctor back then, persuaded him to stay: "Do you want to eat before leaving? Yuanjue made a vegetarian meal, and monks can eat it. Anyway, I just need an extra pair of chopsticks." things."

Smelling the fragrance inside the pot, the young monk was slightly moved.

But think of Yuanjue who kept stirring the eight-treasure porridge with a hearty smile, and then looked at the smiling young museum owner under the light. The corner of the young monk's mouth twitched, and he said stiffly: "The poor monk is not hungry, thank you for the kindness of the museum owner."

"Farewell!"

Turned around and walked away.

A black monk's robe completely different from ordinary monks and nuns blended into the night.

Wei Yuan shook his head and said, "It's a pity..."

Looking back, the materials prepared in the room were actually sufficient, and said: "I planned to give you your favorite snack when you were a child."

Dao Yan walked away, but the scent lingered around his nose and refused to dissipate.

When I saw a small stall on the street, I walked over and sat down.

"Boss, do you have food?"

"One serving of porridge and one serving of vegetarian dishes."

"Okay, wait a moment, master."

Monk Daoyan closed his eyes tightly, recited Buddhist scriptures silently, and gradually calmed down. He recalled the decision just now, and there was nothing wrong with it. It is impossible to eat the eight-treasure porridge from the great monk.

I could hear the voice of yelling and greeting: "Come on, little master, your dishes."

Dao Yan opened his eyes.

I saw an eight-treasure porridge.

………………………

Wei Yuan put the manuscript Journey to the West on the shelf of the museum's collection, pretending not to care on the surface, but actually a little depressed in his heart, thoughts emerged in his mind, and he refused to let go, doubts, endless Doubts surfaced in his mind.

After eating early, Wei Yuan played with Xiao Yu'er and Feng Siyu for a while.

Send Jue back to the flower shop.

Back in the quiet room of the museum, he closed the door of the quiet room, let out a breath of stale air slowly, and then sat cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes for rare meditation, and entered a dream in an instant, in his lucid dream , at the moment there is only a huge Kuafu.

Wei Yuan took a look, Kuafu was fishing.

Very good, very interesting.

The water ghost has successors.

It is said that this man once drank an entire river in one go.

It seems that he and the water ghost should have a common language.

But... probably not possible, unless the water ghost can have a whole river of happy water.

Otherwise, Kuafu's appetite would not be satisfied.

But how is this possible, haha...

Wei Yuan shook his head, throwing this ridiculous idea out, still not sure if this guy is Ying Long, but, it should be impossible, Wei Yuan tapped with his fingers, and sent out another message, and after a while, cursed Wuzhiqi also appeared here.

Whether it is walking the path of man or the future of God, Wuzhiqi will always stand by Wei Yuan's side.

Of course, if he knew that Journey to the West was related to the museum owner in front of him.

Perhaps, he would first choose to throw Wei Yuan into the water and hit him a hundred times with a stick.

But at this time, Wuzhiqi didn't know this little secret at all, but said a little impatiently: "Can you hurry up? What's the matter, my game is still on, if there is nothing to do, beware of getting a stick. "

Wei Yuan sat down cross-legged and said, "Then you just listen."

Flicking his sleeves, the great catastrophe evolved by Hetu Luoshu appeared in the dream, the expression on Wuzhiqi's face changed from disdain to silence, and finally his pupils shrank violently, and the addiction of the game was greatly reduced. A domineering and turbulent aura that should have appeared in the ancient Huai Shui disaster king emerged.

Wei Yuan slowly explained the battlefield scene of the future catastrophe, and then slowly said:

"...But back then, Yinglong Gengchen, who let me know about the catastrophe, met me to go to West Kunlun. At that time, I seemed to just go up and down the mountain, but I lost all the memories of the mountain. , Thirty years have passed since I saw the human world."

"And I haven't changed."

Kuafu's pupils contracted, and he said in a slow voice, "It takes thirty years to go up and down the mountain once."

Wu Zhiqi also fell into silence.

Even the surging water vapor of the Huai River darkened.

Wei Yuan stared at them and said, "So, who do you think of?"

"Control the years, the time."

Embarrassment and traces of solemnity appeared in Wuzhiqi's golden pupils.

Kuafu's reaction was the same.

"God of the sun, moon and years."

"Its silence is darkness, its vision is light."

"Zhu Jiuyin..."

Kuafu was silent for a long time, and said:

"...I also lost the memory of the past."

As if something was wired together.

Related to Hetu Luoshu, both Wei Yuan and Kuafu lost their memory.

For a moment, the atmosphere of the whole dream became low, as if there were endless shadows pressing down. After a long time, Kuafu slowly exhaled a foul breath. He had a premonition that Wei Yuan lost the memory of this catastrophe. , and his own situation, Hetu Luoshu, are all one thing, but he has a gentle personality after all, after thinking about it, he still said:

"Although Zhu Jiuyin can be related to the years and control the changes of day and night..."

"But it may not be him."

"We...we should at least try to speculate."

"For example, try it from the sidelines... Although I don't believe that Zhu Jiuyin will do such a thing, I can't completely deny the possibility... He is indeed the highest god enshrined by Jiuyou, and Jiuyou The relationship between the billions of souls in the country and the human world has never been good."

"His strength is also strong enough to do all this."

"Its silence is darkness, and its vision is brightness. It is also the power that involves the years."

Kuafu looked gloomy and complicated, and the more he talked, the more he couldn't continue.

Wu Zhiqi said: "...If it's Zhu Jiuyin, you can try it out."

When faced with the fact that the enemy might be Zhu Jiuyin, even Lord Huai Guoshui had to be cautious and said:

"For example, you can ask him some questions, and then infer the truth from his answers."

"After all, although I don't like Geng Chen, he has participated in the battles between Emperor Xuanyuan and Chi You consecutively. He defeated me in the wheel battle. He is basically the most powerful of the Dragon Clan. He can win him and control him. Only the ancient god Candle Dragon, who is also a member of the Dragon Clan, can survive the years..."

He discussed with Wei Yuan how to attack from the side and set Zhujiu Yin's words.

Some of the methods made the ancient Kuafu a little stunned, he couldn't help but said:

"This... Suicune, when did you become so smart?"

"I mean, where did you learn these methods..."

Wu Zhiqi was silent for a long time.

Solemnly said:

"Civilization and the Stars."

"Of course, these things only gave me some insights, and the rest are all my own thoughts."

The water monkey raised its chin slightly.

Kuafu couldn't help admiring him.

Wei Yuan sorted out his emotions. In the past, he would definitely complain about the P club player who should directly hang the street lamp. At this moment, his emotions are a bit complicated. He slowly exhales, taps the void with his fingers, and speaks calmly:

"Zhu Jiuyin..."

The magic power rippled and gradually dissipated, and after Wei Yuan contacted Zhu Jiuyin, both Wuzhiqi and Kuafu were slightly silent, and then this guarding Jiuyou, in charge of the years, and also the peak of the Dragon Clan, was powerful. The god who is enough to defeat Yinglong Gengchen readily attends the appointment, and accompanied by the bitter cold from the deepest part of the Nine Netherworld, there is one more person in the dream.

Dressed in a gray robe, Zhu Jiuyin with ancient eyes sat down with a flick of his sleeves and picked up a teacup.

The tone is flat:

"What's the matter looking for me?"

Wuzhi Qi silently looked at Wei Yuan beside him.

'You ask. '

Kuafu silently looked at Wei Yuan beside him.

'You are asking!'

Wei Yuan looked at the two of them silently.

'Why don't you ask? ! '

There was an awkward and silent silence, Wei Yuan closed his eyes, sorted out his thoughts just now, including Zhu Jiuyin's character weakness, including how to attack from the sidelines, all kinds of corners have been fully calculated, and then he slowly spit out With a breath of foul breath, he opened his eyes with confidence in his chest.

In the expectant eyes of Wuzhiqi and Kuafu.

Wei Yuan exhaled, slapped the table, and said:

"I lost thirty years of memory during the Tang Dynasty."

"Did you do it? Zhu Jiuyin?!"

Wuzhiqi pretending to be playing games: "..."

Smiling Kuafu: "..."

broken! !

The water monkey's forehead twitched. This guy and Yu were in the same den.

broken! !

Kuafu has a stomachache, Mianxia inherited Xingtian's inheritance.

And Wei Yuan's eyes were calm, staring at Zhu Jiuyin.

Zhu Jiuyin raised his head, his eyes pale.

The previous peace and tranquility instantly became tense and heavy.

PS: Today's second update... 3,600 words.

Still writing, depending on the situation, it seems to be three o'clock... If it's not at 1:30, go to bed, the above.