The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 96 This is your story

"Cough cough cough..."

Wei Yuan, who was still lamenting the light fragrance of tea just now, almost choked to death next time.

He coughed violently, reluctantly didn't lose his temper in front of the white-haired woman, breathed evenly, and smiled bitterly:

"Long time no see? Are you talking about the crouching tiger lineage..."

"You know Crouching Tiger before?"

The woman shook her head, her eyes were as quiet as the night sky, without a trace of waves, she stared at Wei Yuan and said:

"I'm talking about you."

"I?"

Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment. He first wondered in his mind whether the other party had met him without his knowledge, or if there were other possibilities. With a hesitant look on his face, the white-haired woman added with a smile:

"Of course, it's not you in this life. I haven't been able to go out in Qingqiu for thousands of years, not to mention meeting you in the vast sea of ​​people. What I have seen is your previous life."

Seeing that the other party was exaggerating more and more, Wei Yuan calmed down and said:
"You mean... past life?"

"But as far as I know, there is no such thing as reincarnation, even if it is a practitioner. The Yin Si Youming is just a falsehood. The living Buddha of Zen Buddhism must not enter the fetal spiritual platform immediately after the death of the previous generation. Repair is the price."

"The theory of reincarnation is really false."

The woman nodded naturally and said, "Of course."

"But the world is vast, and there are always various possibilities, and the same is true for the reincarnation of true spirits. Although this matter is almost impossible, it is not impossible, but the process is difficult, like a bowl of water, there are hundreds of thousands of insects , the reincarnation of a person's true spirit is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack, and even if the true spirit reincarnates as a human, most of them have nothing to do with the previous life."

"A flower tree blooms every year, and it is the same flower of this tree, but the flowers of this year and last year can never be said to be the same flower. The same is true of the reincarnation of the true spirit, but there are always very few differences."

Wei Yuan frowned and said, "You mean, I'm the one who's different?"

He half-jokingly said, "Is it possible that I was a hero who was left in the history books in my previous life?"

The white-haired woman shook her head and smiled slyly: "No, not only are you not a hero, if you really want to talk about it, you should have been my slave. A member of the tribe, of course, as far as I know, you have always been ordinary, not born magical, and at that time, there was no such thing as cultivation."

Wei Yuan was stunned. The white-haired woman in front of him was too serious, making him a little suspicious, but he still shook his head slowly, and pondered:
"I don't believe there is such a thing as a past life."

"What's more, even if there is, the me in the past life is different from the me now."

The white-haired woman said: "That is in your eyes, at least your true spirit has never changed."

"In the eyes of a long-lived being, every reincarnation of a mortal is equivalent to a rare miracle, and the price is only the loss of memory, Wei Yuan, in your eyes, if a person loses the memory of the past, he is not that person. ?"

"Or when those old people get sick, like children, and don't remember the past, his relatives will think he's not him anymore? That's not the truth, right?"

Wei Yuan was speechless.

The woman put down the tea with a smile and said, "By the way, I remember Jue'er said, you are opening a museum in a city now? Then I have something here that you may be interested in."

She added a cup of tea to Wei Yuan, and then asked him to sit here and wait. She stood up and walked slowly to the inner room. Wei Yuan frowned as he looked at the undulating tea leaves in the cup.

He came into contact with practice, beheaded demons, and slaughtered fierce spirits from the other side of the ocean, but suddenly in the legendary Qingqiu country, someone told him that he had seen his previous life, and it still made him feel in his heart. Hard to say.

He was lost in thought while holding the tea, and he didn't know how long it had passed.

The white-haired woman walked out slowly, pointed to the cup in his hand, and laughed:

"When the tea is cold, it's not good to drink."

She carefully placed a box in front of Wei Yuan, and then motioned for him to open it. Wei Yuan put down the tea cup. After opening the box, there was a simple pottery inside, not so brightly colored or decorated, but The curve is perfect and soft, and the lines on it are as delicate as they are naturally formed.

The whole pottery exudes an ancient atmosphere that seems to be buried in the earth.

The combination of lines is an abstract nine-tailed fox.

Even someone like Wei Yuan, who doesn't know much about history, can see at a glance how ancient and precious it is. It's definitely a national treasure. He put down the pottery carefully, rubbing his fingers with the rough and Tao with a soft curve said, "Senior, this is..."

Nujiao said, "This is what you did."

Her palm lightly pressed against the top of the pottery.

"It's the most proud work you've ever had, and it was chosen as the utensil used by my husband."

"You used to be proud of it for a long time, and even got drunk."

"I know you don't believe in the previous life, but all things are psychic. You have poured your heart into this artifact, and it has also been cleaned and taken care of by you. It once contained some soul spirits that you unconsciously spilled out while walking day and night. Si, it is also waiting for you, this... is the story of it and you."

The white-haired woman smiled and then flicked the pottery with her fingers.

The sound is not crisp, but dull.

Falling into Wei Yuan's ears made his consciousness a little dazed.

The line of sight in front of him became blurred, everything was enlarged, and spots of light appeared one by one.

Wei Yuan's palm loosened, and the ancient pottery fell.

………………

The sound of pottery was harsh.

Soft curves, perfect arcs, and every texture on it seems to be formed naturally.

The treasure-like pottery fell to the ground and shattered into many pieces. Wei Yuan was shocked and came back to his senses. Then he saw himself sitting on a bluestone beside a river. The sky was blue and distant, and the grass and trees Lush, a dull sound like thunder can be heard in his ears.

Wei Yuan lowered his head and stared at the broken pottery, slowly becoming a little confused, as if he had forgotten something.

What is he doing here?

Where is this place?
I seem to be a pottery craftsman?no, not...

who am I?
A familiar voice shouted in the distance, letting him break free from this daze that seemed to be dozing off. He blinked, the grass by the river was blown up and down by the wind, turned his head, a healthy The strong young man strode over.

He has a healthy physique, tanned skin and algae-like hair.

There is a pendant of wolf teeth on the neck, and behind it is a heavy weapon made of stone.

The young man ran over, slowed his pace, saw the broken pottery on the ground, pouted a little regretfully, lowered his head and pulled it, then shook his head, stretched out his hand and patted Wei Yuan's shoulder who was confused , comforting: "Oh, it doesn't matter if you fail once, you will always succeed."

"Come on, I need your help with something."

As if a certain membrane had been chiseled, the young potter came back to his senses.

He blinked his eyes, and put the inexplicable thoughts in his mind just now, like a flying iron bird and an iron box running on the ground, to the back of his mind. He felt that he had been in a daze for too long. , clapping the dry mud on his hands, he stood up, wearing animal skin clothing, with stones on his wrists as decoration, looked up at the sky, and stretched comfortably.

He is a craftsman of the tribe. Although he is a prisoner of war, he was not abused because of his pottery skills.

His name comes from a certain desire.

Hopefully the water will collect in a deep pit and stop flowing.

It's called... Yuan.

The young man with the weapon hurriedly pulled him over and said with a grin:
"The guy named Yu is going to marry the sorceress tomorrow, you are still thinking about your pottery here, hurry up, come and help, hehe, when he came to smash the door before to ask for relatives, it was you who started the worst, Take the pottery and load the stone and smash it down, you can use a little more strength today."

PS: Today's second update... [-] words, a little less~
I said it's just a mortal, lying on a corpse, but the next story should be quite interesting...

In the last chapter, Xingtian's reward for the warrior forgot to mark it after the chapter name, so add it up~
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