Copper Coins

That was the scene in Meng Xia before he was taken away from the bones on the coast of Huameng County-countless thin threads of gold shrouded from somewhere in the air, one by one or running through his body, nailing it On the ground, or wrapped in scales, the bonds are tightly closed, like a giant cage.

The gold wire was as fine as hair, and even if it penetrated the body, no blood would bleed for a while, because the wound was too small. But not bleeding does not mean that it does n’t hurt. The golden threads do n’t know where they come from. They are burning, the bones in the body are burning, the scales are burning outside the body, and they move a little. There is no escape from all parts of the body. Millions of times more painful than ants.

But what kind of temper is Xue Xian? When he wanted to move, even if Wan Jian nailed him to the ground through his heart, he could pull them out one by one, regardless of the severe pain, and twist the other person's head off.

After all, the pain of the flesh is never something that can stop him.

The reason why he did not break free that day was because it happened to be a hundred-year hijacking.

There are big and small robberies, but most of them are Tianlei robberies.

For Xue Xian, Lei Jie is probably the most fearless. True Dragon went to sea, which time was not accompanied by Yun Lei? At least in terms of momentum, he had already seen strangeness, and then the scary sky thunder hit him in front of him, and he could look at it without blinking.

The ordinary cloud thunder can't usually hit him. After all, the thunder is often brought by him. Even if it is hit, it doesn't hurt him. However, the number of thunder during the robbery period was somewhat different. Instead of avoiding him, he chased after him and fell on him one by one, seeing blood. The skin is the lightest, and the suffering of the true spirit is worse than death. If Daoxing is not enough, the true spirit can be split directly, and the whole person will be turned into dust on the spot.

In order to save their lives, most of the ordinary people should try their best to add more barriers to themselves, in short, the eight immortals have their magical powers across the sea. But Xue Xian can't, because his every move is related to the thousands of rivers and lakes in the world, and his ups and downs mean that rivers, lakes and seas cannot be peaceful. There are occasional floods on weekdays. At that time, it was hung on the tip of the needle, and accidentally it was full of oceans.

Therefore, Xue Xian usually recovers the dragon shape when he responds, because the dragon shape is huge, and there is enough place to open the flesh. If it is a human shape, there is basically no good meat after the split, then what can you watch?

When he encounters Xiaojie, he is more lazy, and will find a deserted island at will, and hang himself on the side, as Lei splits that day. After the split, he took a homeopathic sleep there, and when the flesh recovered, no longer the blood flow, he would slide into the bottom of the sea, raise a true spirit and go out as a demon.

But when he encountered a catastrophe, he couldn't be so casual. After all, the thunderstorm is not an ordinary place that can withstand it. If it is split directly on a deserted island, or a few, the entire deserted island can be split and sunk into the sea, and split into a place of someone, then Disaster is even worse.

In order to prevent Tianlei from landing because of him during the catastrophe, when he was about to rob, he simply emptied the air and wrapped himself in a thick black cloud. Xuan Lei, a mighty man, went down from nine days to the dark clouds, only chopping him. It sounds scary in the world, but it doesn't hurt anything.

At Meng Xia this year, Xue Xian encountered a catastrophe.

It happened that the robbery was more difficult than before, so that after he had finished the robbery, the true spirit was severely damaged, and it was difficult for him to stay in the clouds and fall straight to the beach.

The wounding of the true spirit can make people unconscious and unconscious. So when the thousands of gold threads tied him firmly to the ground, he even reluctantly opened his eyes, let alone see who the other party was or broke the bondage. Even for a long time after that, he couldn't even remember those scenes, and just remembered some piecemeal like nightmares.

But at this moment, my head was shocked, maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe something else. This forgotten scene flashed across, leaving Xue Xian for a while--at the end of the fine gold thread, there was a faint A figure seemed to be wearing white clothes, but it was too occluded to see clearly, only a rough outline.

Just looking at the outline, the man was a bit tall, his robe was blown up and down by the wind, and there was also the shadow of the filaments on the face, which should be the hair that was blown apart.

just……

Still some weird words.

The buzzing in his head gradually stopped, and Xue Xian finally got out of that scene.

"What happened to you? You, you wake up—"

As soon as he recovered his five senses, he heard a female voice ring in his ear, his voice anxious and full of worry.

"Girl Apricot, don't shake, it's time to shake your head ..." Xue Xian squeezed her eyebrows and started talking nonsense before her eyes opened.

"Awake ?!" Kyoko screamed in surprise, only to reflect that she was so anxious that she started to grab Xue Xian's shoulder directly. She touched the wick and flinched her hands, and shrank back side by side, explaining: "You suddenly lost consciousness and couldn't even detect your breath, it scared us and I was in a hurry ... ... "

Xue Xian frowned, and finally opened his eyes lazily. He half-eyed his eyes and touched himself, and said, "Just start to hit me?"

Xingzi leaned on the carriage wall, smashed the jar and looked at the roof of the shed. There was a kind of grievance that jumped into the Yellow River and was unclear: "Ang, hit people."

"Thanks, there is labor." Xue Xian smiled at her, then narrowed his eyes and looked towards the deserted village.

"Huh?" Xingzi blushed and unexpectedly thanked him. He even waved his hand. "It doesn't matter if you don't work, just wake up."

Of course, Xue Xian didn't even listen to the words behind him. His eyes were falling somewhere in the deserted village, thinking why there was no trace of mysticism yet.

"That bald donkey ..." He just said a few words, and felt that it was inappropriate to call Xuan Merci in front of an outsider, so he coughed and changed his tone of voice: "How long have I closed my eyes? What would happen to the monk when he entered the village? "

"What's going on?" Kyoko shook her head, looking rather worried. "There's a tea time, I didn't hear anything, let's ... should we go in and look for it?"

Maybe it was just the ability to go to the ground that deterred the three mortals in the car, so that they Xue Xue how they arranged, all three listened obediently, even if they were still anxious, they did not dare to make their own ideas. After all, the effort of a tea has passed, and who can tell what dangers will occur during this time.

Xue Xianwen frowned, stretched out his hand and bounced his waist, and said, "Nerd, why don't you keep silent for a long time?"

These mortals have gone to heaven, are they afraid of seeing the ghost? So he looked for Jiang Shining without hesitation.

However, it is strange to say that since his parents and brother-in-law were taken into this spooky deserted village, Jiang Shining didn't even probe his head, which is really unlike him.

"bookworm?"

"..."

"Jiang Shining?"

"..."

As soon as the name came out, the uncomfortable Chen Shuchen Chen and Xingzi in the car looked at it violently.

"Master Jiang Xiao ... you just called Master Jiang Xiao?" Chen Yan asked with a shaking voice.

Xue Xian said "um" casually, and opened his waist bag in a foggy glance.

Awesome, empty.

Jiang Shining has long since disappeared.

Xue Xian looked up at the deserted village with expressionless expression—Jiang Shining's nerd could not help but followed Xuan Merci and ran away.

The sky gradually brightened, and the water vapor was heavy and cold and wet early in the morning. The whole village was shrouded in a vast white mist. Only the barren houses were seen, dark and shadowy.

"What about Lu Yanqi?" Xue Xian asked without looking back.

Inside the carriage, Lu Yanqi said quietly: "Where, what is it?"

His tone sounded quite helpless, because he was being sandwiched by two large quails at this time. His left hand was Uncle Chen, and his right hand was Coo Chen. The couple probably regarded him as a god, and did not dare to touch Xue Xian, and they huddled beside him, feeling that they would be more at ease.

"Can you figure out the baldness ... What is Xuan Meng doing now?" Xue Xian asked, staring at the mist.

"I can try." Lu Yan paused for a while, and then said, "But I have to find something that the monk just touched."

Xue Xian was about to speak, and Lu Yanqi added: "The carriage is too big to use."

"..." Xue Xian heard the words closed and thought for a moment, turned his head and stretched out a paw in the car, "Can my hand work?"

Lu Yanqi: "..."

Kyoko: "..."

Anyway, it's not right ... maybe it's not right.

"Living creatures can't, you can only detect dead things." Lu Yanqi never had any fear of Xue Xian, nor was he afraid of being captive.

Xue Xian sneered, turning his head to ignore him.

At this time, a quarrel sounded in a large house in the already deserted village of Wen.

This is a two-storey small building with two front and rear buildings connected by a promenade, hooped into a square courtyard. The courtyard originally did not know what was planted. At this time, only half-man tall vines and weeds remained. And a dead old tree. The windows in all the rooms were rotten, the paper had been torn for a long time, and the house was sobbing and weeping, making people feel numb.

The quarrel sounded from the east house on the first floor of the front floor. This was the only room where the wind was not blowing.

"Don't you say it's right to listen to you ?! This is all right, you can't get out!" A hoarse man's voice sounded, his voice full of complaints.

"Otherwise? Continue going forward, Liu Bo, scissors and small stones?" Said another voice. "Anyway, there is a room to block the rain. What happened when you picked up the fungus this morning?" Didn't complain ?! "

There were several beggar-dressed people in the East Room at this time, all of them were unkempt, and it was not when the clothes were put on. They had never been washed, and they had a sour taste. But in this room, there is more than just this kind of taste. In this sour taste, there is also a strong **** smell.

The man with a hoarse voice stopped abruptly on his wrists. Without the palms, the skin of his wrists had been smoothed. It can be seen that this hand had been broken for years or even ten years.

A broken fire was standing in front of the broken hand, and a broken casserole was standing on a wooden branch on the fire. He murmured with a broken hand, held the wild vegetable leaves piled aside with his wrist, and threw it into the pot. "What if you have food, you don't know if you can stay ..."

"Anyway, if you do n’t eat it, you won't be able to save your life. Cook the soup!" The person who answered him was always the same person, and his face was full of horrible scars. There was only one eyeball in both eye sockets and the other eyelids. They were glued together, and no bumps were seen. Jomo was even missing his eyes.

Around these two quarrelsome people, there was still a circle of beggars, either lacking arms or broken legs, and there were four or five good hands and feet who have been making blind comparisons. It is estimated that they are either deaf or dumb.

Behind them was a wooden bed. Three people were lying on the bed. One was old and the other two were "Liu Bo, scissors and small stones". They were covered with long-broken bedding, with a mildew smell, but it was a pouch.

The three lying down breathed heavily, all seemed to be having a fever, their faces were tingling with abnormal redness, their lips were blistered, their mouths were cracked, and their necks exposed outside the quilt were barely good. Skin, covered with large pieces of festering wounds.

The thick **** smell emanated from these three people.

In the corner of this room, there are still a man and a woman sitting, young, gentle, gentle and handsome, and temperament. Although the robes they wore were ordinary, they were not broken, and they were mildew-free. Although their hair was a bit messy, they still looked out of place in this group of beggars.

This man and a woman are Jiang Shining's sister Jiang Shijing and brother-in-law Fang Cheng.

"Aying ..." Fang Cheng tilted his head and asked his wife in a low voice, "Where is the injury?"

They have known each other since childhood, so Fang Cheng has always called his wife's nickname.

Jiang Shijing shook his head, "How about you?"

"I'm fine. Don't be afraid, they don't seem to kill our lives, or to steal money." Fang Cheng whispered, "It's like ..."

Both eyes fell on the bed where the person was lying.

After the beggars robbed them, they untied the twine twined on them, leaving only the part on their wrists, and said in a rough voice: "We can't help it anymore."

Just as they were about to elaborate, a few ... very weird voices suddenly appeared in the room.

It seems that someone is slowly coming downstairs, walking slowly and heavy, and it sounds like his body is not very good, or he is getting older.

At that time, those beggars were stunned, and then they looked at each other, and even one person raised his hand to count the number: "Five, six ... seven, plus Liu Bo and three of them, that's ten, just right, all there." . "

As soon as this word came out, all beggars' faces changed, and they were a little shocked at once-everyone was in the house, so who was the one walking slowly on the stairs? !!

A daring beggar screamed "pretend to be a ghost" and went out of the room, intending to see who was going downstairs. As a result, he disappeared completely, until the footsteps disappeared and never appeared again.

The other two beggars accompanied him to find him. It was said that he went up and down, downstairs, upstairs, upstairs, and downstairs to find him, but he did not see the missing one, but the village was foggy and dense, and even the next room was not seen. Can't see it.

This weird scene reminded these beggars of the legend about Wen Village's haunting. For a while, they couldn't help, they sat in a circle around the fire, and no one dared to go out.

"Will the two doctors drink this fungus and wild vegetable soup? You won't be able to go back for a while and a half." The one-eyed head turned to Fang Cheng and Jiang Shijing. "Drink some soup and warm your hands, just be our brothers. I will pay you a crime. Your adults do n’t remember the villains. Give them a diagnosis of Liu Bo. They are covered with sores. If they continue to do so, their lives will be lost. We have no other choice but to think about it. That's the idea. "

"Although we can't live like individuals, we are also afraid of death." Then he broke his hand and said, "But we can't make up a copper plate. We can't afford the doctor, we can't catch the medicine, we can only be a bandit ..."

Sure enough, as they guessed.

Fang Cheng shook his head and said, "In the past two years, there have been many disasters, famines have caused a few times, and the days are inevitably harder. If you ca n’t pay for the money, you ca n’t pay it. If you come to the door, can you die? With such a small amount of money, no medicine would be given, and my wife certainly wouldn't agree. Just ... "

He looked at him with one eye and said, "It's too much to grab someone's head on the street, and it's really too much. With this strength to catch people, what can't I do?"

"We also want to live and make a living, but no one is willing to ask for it." Broken hands raised his wrists, "We like this, not to mention anything else, it is inevitable to be good at work, willing to hire us It ’s basically just doing good deeds. In this troubled year, I ca n’t live well enough, so where can I go to do good deeds? ”

"No one wants it?" Fang Cheng said badly. "You asked me if you wanted to catch me before you caught me? If you asked the last sentence," I can't pay for it, I can't live without it ", how do you know that I don't Will you promise? "

The broken hand still wanted to speak, but just opened his mouth, and the sound of footsteps slowly going downstairs again.

Everyone in the room was shocked, and they were afraid to move.

"God, you are closest to the door, please close the door!" Said one-eyed voice, lowering his voice.

A young man with a broken arm jumped up, and the bird of frightened bow approached and closed the door, and then slumped back to the fireside, staring in horror at the closed door.

"I heard, I just heard--" The one-legged beggar next to the dog moved his hand to the ground with his palm, whispered softly, "This village is haunted every year, saying it is at the end of winter There will be a sudden opera sound in the deserted village, and the gongs and drumsticks will spread far and wide in the night, and there is a babble in the theater ... Oh, let's not talk too much. "

"Yes, yes, yes, and also said that sometimes I accidentally entered the village and encountered foggy days, so I couldn't get out."

"You can hear people coughing, clapping, or laughing ..."

The beggar said with a rush of words, and he was scared enough to shudder, shivering together, interrupted by one-eyed bruised face, and made a snoring gesture to signal everyone to shut up.

The slow footsteps seemed to come out of a room upstairs, descended the stairs again, took a few steps slowly in the hall, and seemed to sit down on a chair. After a while, it seemed to stand up again and walk slowly and procrastinated again.

The sound of footsteps approached East House a little bit more and more clearly, and finally stopped outside the door of East House.

The scalp exploded in the room, staring at the door chillingly. That door has long been rotten. Even if it is locked, it is estimated that it can fall down by pushing two handles. It really does not help.

Just as they were scared and scared, a cough sounded suddenly outside the door. The cough was so weak that it seemed to be seriously ill. He coughed again and gasped heavily, then shuffled and walked towards the opposite room.

call……

The people in the room all sighed softly.

However, the opposite house squeaked and closed again, and the sound of footsteps slowly moved towards East House again.

When the beggars were frightened by the footsteps and turned pale and sweaty, the people in the carriage beside Wencun's monument were relieved at the same time-because they saw a figure in the thick fog, a white monk robe Almost integrated into the white mist, it flew up and down in the cold wind.

"Master! Master is out!" Kyoko screamed, and Chen Shuchen, who was in the car, quickly spread Lu Yanqi, climbed to the door of the car, and looked at it with a probe, "Where are you, master and wife?

They stared at Xuan Mian's figure in the mist, but were disappointed to find that Xuan Mian was not following the second person.

Instead, Xue Xian looked at the outline of Xuan Merci's figure, and frowned slightly.

Xuan Mian soon passed through the dense fog and reached the carriage.

"Master, haven't you found our young master and young lady?" Chen Zheng asked them anxiously, anxious.

Hyun Mercy said, "We found the place, but we couldn't get closer."

"Can't approach?"

Xuan Merci said "um" and said, "But—"

He hadn't finished speaking yet, Chen Chen and they just fell asleep and slumped, and they were crying with red eyes.

Xue Xian, on the other hand, squinted and looked at Xuan Merci in silence, asking without a word: "When did you shave as a monk?"

Xuan Mian turned to look at him, obviously he didn't understand why he suddenly asked such a sentence, "Since I was a child, why?"

"Are you sure?" Xue Xian couldn't hear the hot and cold tone, and didn't reveal any emotions, "Don't you remember the old things and the old things?"

Why did he suddenly ask this question?

Just because Xuan Merci came from the mist just now, the figure was really similar to the figure at the end of the gold thread-the same white robe, the same thin figure, and the extraordinary ability ...

The only difference is probably the shadow of hair on the face of the person at the end of the gold thread.