Copper Coins

The voices in the village were still there. It sounded like a swarm of ants, buzzing constantly. Several relatively sharp voices stood out--

"Ghost bird! Here comes the ghost bird--"

"Why did the ghost birds come to our village?

"It's over, it's going to die ..."

"Dead people should not be too bad, but they will be in trouble!"

The so-called ghost bird is not a rare thing, it is the black bird that has been nesting in the dustpan mountain all year round. It was probably because of the perennial splash in the thick fog of the Panpan Mountain, and the call was so distinctive that it was demonized by the people at the foot of the village.

As if the black bird was a broom star with wings, and turned around a few more times, the people in the village would be bloody.

"Hey--" The groaning sigh sounded again, and Xue Xian's mouth twitched. This sigh may just be a little panicky to others, but it is not the same to him. After all, when he prostituted, the sigh passed through the heavy mist and kept singing with his own panting.

This is a bit awkward.

When Xue Xian heard this voice, he had a heartache, sour cheeks, itchy hands, and wanted to hit birds and eat people.

The black bird seemed to be a good one. After circling over the village for a few laps, I did not know what kind of tricks he had, and he swooped towards Xue Xian.

Fortunately, the three had not yet reached the depths of the village, or they would have become messy porridge.

The black bird didn't know anything about it. It made a circle around the two of them and stopped steadily on the shoulder of Xuan Mian. He yelled softly at Xuan Mian, and seemed to spit out Jiao.

This is a good time. The people in the village looked at this place and yelled even more--

"Ghost bird! It really is a ghost bird, you see, it stopped in the air!"

"Yes, yes, like there's something there to make it stand, but there's nothing there, how can it stop?"

Originally, I used the blind-eye method to enter the village silently, and was confused by this stupid bird. The three of them seemed to be visiting the street. The whole village was staring at this place, and their expressions were extremely vigilant. "It's not easy to provoke" such rumors, I'm afraid that the broom came and pricked.

This stupid bird didn't stop, it seemed a little scared of giving birth, looked at the villagers not far away with crooked heads, and when they were so frightened, they screamed, "" Oh- — "

There are twists and turns, and the ending is still trembling, let alone beating.

Xue Xian was so sensitive to this voice that he didn't say a word, and the master of the bird sealed a bad word for the unlucky thing.

Blackbird: "..."

It seemed to be inconsistent with Xue Xian by nature. Wuyu's black bean eyes stared at a certain dragon blowing wind, blasted a hair, and stretched his neck to peck him with a pointed bird's beak.

Xue Xianshou was owing it. He moved his **** and caught the goose-yellow beak. He pulled it toward him and said quietly, "When I have nothing to do, I like to catch a bunch of birds and roast them. I ate. I don't pay attention to this wild country. I don't care if it is raw or cooked.

Blackbird: "..."

The black bird who was intimidated by life and death was stiffened for a while, and carefully shook his head to pull his sharp beak out of Xue Xian's fingers, then weeped two tears to look at Xuan Mercy.

Xue Xian knew the complaint when he saw the flat-haired beast, and suddenly looked up at Xuan Mercy.

Hyun Mercy: "..."

Throughout, he was so busy that he pecked at each other with a bird. It was also a kind of ability. It can only be said that the name Xue Xian was not wrong.

Xuanyi Yomo did not expect to encounter such a two-sided pinch scene, which was quite speechless.

Xue Xian didn't really want to compete with the bird cub. He just wanted to pull the slightly weird atmosphere between him and Xuan Merci on the main road by this reason. Opening a word is simply more verbal than ever.

However, as soon as he glared at Xuanyi, he saw Xuanyi glance at him and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Xuan Mian's palm is not soft, because of the thin relationship, the phalanx of his fingers touched Xue Xian's eyebrow arch and the bridge of his nose. I don't know where he was skilled in the dust removal spell. Even though he was sweating in the bamboo building for a night and was sweating heavily, his hands were still dry and clean, even with the vegetation of the wild forest, light. And warm.

Xue Xian felt that he had just reached out and dug a grave. He wanted to pull that weirdness back to the right path, but was blinded by the unclear meaning of Xuan Mercy, but even more strange ...

In fact, when he was a paper-skinned man, he was not covered by Xuan Mian's face and covered his eyes. His original intention was that "seeing is invisible", but the taste changed a little.

I don't know what Xuan Mercy did to the black bird during this period. Xue Xian didn't hear him seduce or reprimand, but he heard the black bird flapping its wings twice, and quietly divided.

He stood honestly in the darkness covered by the palm of his hand, only blinking, his eyelids swept from the palm of my mercy and his fingertips.

Xuan Mian moved his fingertips and withdrew his hand.

He didn't look at Xue Xian either. He still seemed to be invisible, and said quietly, "OK, let's go."

The black bird was really honest. He dumbfounded Xuan Mian's shoulders, glanced at Xue Xian from time to time, and immediately opened his head, as if suddenly he knew the current affairs. Xuan Mian seemed to have moved it some other way, so that when they walked into the village with this black bird hall, the eyes of the villagers did not follow.

"What about ghost birds? Why did they disappear out of thin air?"

"Yes, it was just there ..."

The villagers' buzzing talk was left behind by them, and it was also a benefit to be upset by this silly bird, because most of the early villagers gathered at the entrance to the village, and the village was much quieter in the depths, and no people were even seen along the way. .

They followed the wounded soldier's guidance, reached the river pond, and turned along a simple narrow bridge over the pond.

Just a few steps later, I heard someone talking under the narrow bridge.

Xue Xian didn't stop at his feet, glanced under the bridge, and saw two early-rising women squatting side by side on the slab-stepped steps, washing clothes, and gossiping in the sound of water in the water.

"Ah-pity, the old Uncle Li at the west of Er'er Village sighed yesterday." The sigher in the winter coat of jujube sighed, "said it was a hemp rope hidden, hanged by the bed, before he died And holding a safflower dumpling. "

"Lao Li? Isn't he foolish for five or six years? How did he even know that hemp ropes were hanging?"

The Zaoyi woman shook her head: "Isn't Li Dazhen seriously ill a few years ago? Two plums are afraid that Uncle Li will not get through this hurdle. By virtue of his ignorance, he lied to him and said that Li Dazhen was looking at the doctor in the county seat. Have you heard of it? "

"Have heard that it was the old Uncle Li who opened his eyes and couldn't remember what he said the day before yesterday. He asked the two plums every day," Where's your mother? "

"Yes, but it is said that he was awake a few days ago, and he understood that his son had coaxed him. Dasao was long gone." Zaiyi sighed, "The old uncle Li was stupid and stupid. Now Leng Buding has lost his hope, and one didn't hesitate to find short-sightedness. "

"Hey ... something, I might as well understand it ..."

The two women talked, and Xue Xian had crossed the bridge. The wounded soldier seemed to be stunned for a moment, staying in the same place for a while, and followed Xue Xian them silently.

"Here ..." The wounded soldier's tone sounded a little hesitant. He raised his finger and pointed to a small earthen house on the side of the road. There were three doors, two side by side, one hut folded aside, and about two lived. One is a stove.

Coincidentally, when he spoke, the door of one of the houses in Tsuchiya was pushed open, and a woman with a dreadlocked face came out. A knot of colored ropes was hung between her fingers, and a dried turtle's back was tied to the knot.

She took care of the knot, stomped it on an iron nail by the door wall, touched the turtle shell, and turned to look outside the house.

For a moment, Xue Xian even thought she had come over. However, she just swept across the place where they stood, looking at the village entrance, then looked away, and cut her hair into the stove.

"Let's go," Xue Xian said.

As a result, I did not hear the response. I turned my head and found that the wounded soldier's somewhat vague face was wet, and I do not know when it was in tears.

He followed Xue Xian sleepwalking as they walked to the door of the house, but didn't enter the stove, but walked to the colored knot, stupidly, as if trying to touch the turtle's back, but he had already lost his hands. And can only watch. He glanced at the knot, then turned his head, walked through the open door in the stove, and looked at the woman sitting by the stove.

"What is the custom of this knot?" Xue Xian asked.

It took a long time for the wounded soldiers to choke and choked and said, "The return of the turtles is the custom of our side. If someone in the family hasn't traveled far, we will hang such a knot."

Changed in January, from spring and summer to autumn and winter.

"I ..." The wounded soldier stared at the smoke-filled woman in the stove room for a while, and said, "I changed my mind ... don't let her see the military card."

He hadn't seen her for many years, and he didn't seem to see enough. For a long time, he reluctantly looked away from Xue Xian and Xuan Mian: "Excuse me, can you bury my army card in front of this house?"

Xue Xian looked at his wet face, and nodded, "Okay, don't you regret it? We leave when we bury it, but we won't come back if we leave. If you change your mind again, no one can help you." is you."

"Well ... I'm watching her and my father and mother here, guarding them in front of the door." The wounded whispered, "They don't see the military license, they always look forward ..."

He fought for many years. He was stricken with iron bones and shed blood and sweat, but presumably he shed little tears. Because of his crying face, he seemed to be a little bit shivering, and seemed to be squeezing his teeth and not making any sound.

The wounded soldier stood for a long while silently, and suddenly looked at Xuan Mian and said, "I, I have heard of a medicine that says that it can let people take the next life. I am like this now. It will work even if I go to eat it. What? "

Xuan Mian groaned for a while, and had not had time to speak before. Xue Xian had "snapped" and shook his head, "How do you always love to tie the next life, or even the next life, to a person together, I have met more than once, on The one who said this to me once was a mixed soldier, and he repeatedly read about it all night, and asked me if there was such a magic drug. Anyone involved in life and death is mostly an evil thing, and the price is not ordinary people can bear. Yes, there are so many cheap and good things that people take up. "

Who knew that the wounded soldier was serious and authentic: "It's uncertain, when I was a teenager, I heard Uncle Qu from the village said that his hometown had a kind of magic medicine. If he planted it on his body, he could also put it in his next life, and he could The other side's calamities have also been shared ... "

Seeing Xue Xian's indifferent look, he added again and again: "Uncle Qu's hometown is from Langzhou, there are always some rare things produced there, which is not true--"

"Don't think about it, you can't use it." Xue Xian used to understand euphemism, and said it quite directly.

The injured soldier was relieved at once, and he looked down for a long while, "I understand, I just ... think about it."

But ... wait.

Xue Xian frowned suddenly, and hissed, "I'm familiar with what you said. Where is the home of the person you know?"

The wounded soldier's voice was so vague that some words did not sound clear. Xue Xian took a while to reflect on what he said, so he couldn't help but confirm it.

"Uncle Qu?" The wounded soldiers froze and repeated blankly: "Langzhou, it seems to be Xiashan or some mountain area."

Langzhou Xiashan.

There is a magic drug that can take the scourge of the other side together ...

It is a coincidence that the two are in coincidence. Xue Xian's eyes glanced at Xuan Mian, and he met Xuan Mian's eyes again. He looked away and rushed to Xuan Xuan Mercy, "Go find that person?"

I can confirm a specific position or ask more about the "magic medicine", and I hope that I can find the solution of "tongshou spider" on Xuan merce earlier.

The two didn't delay, and at the request of the wounded soldier, they buried the military license silently in front of the door of the earthen house. Then, following the direction pointed by the wounded soldier, he went to the "Uncle Qu" home.

When the two took a black bird to go deeper in the village to find that uncle Qu, on the mountain road not far from the village, a long carriage and horse team were standing and watching.

Not everyone, but the people of Taichang Temple who went back.

The team is still led by a pair of young men and women, one Ren Taibu, and one Ren Taizhu.

Too much help to help the mask on his face, looked down at the young woman who was recalculating, and said helplessly: "What? What obstructive method did the man make? Or did he change places overnight?"

Do not count the same thing twice a day, so much so that their knowledge and understanding of the person they were looking for stayed on last night.

At that time, they were already on another mountain, only to notice the difference, so after several twists and turns, they went back to Dustpan Mountain again.

Only this time, Tai Bu was slow to speak, so that Tai Zhu thought that something had happened again.

"The man is indeed in the dustpan mountain. This time, there will be no more mistakes, and there are no other strange interference, just ..." Taibu hesitated for a moment, Shen said, "It's just that he is dead."

"Dead?" I wish the epilogue rose, and was a little surprised.

"It's not the thing that puzzles me the most."

Taizhu: "What else is wrong?"

"Do you remember I said before, did you count someone who seems to be a state teacher?" Taibu answered.

"Of course I remember, but that should be just a coincidence." Too much.

"But unfortunately, in the results of my calculations, he has also come to this dustpan and mountains, and has just left." Tai Bu said.

One coincidence is real coincidence. If the two are put together, it is difficult to explain by coincidence.

Too much excitement, "Will not ... is it really a master? Where is that person now?"

Tai Bu raised his hand, and the village on the south side of the mountain nestled quietly in the faint sky. "It's in this village."

They glanced over the eyes of the mask and stared at each other. Then Taibu simply pulled out the pen and paper from the horseback's rucksack, moistened the ink with a wet pen, and wrote a letter with a few numbers.

Taizhu blew his whistle with a tacit understanding and called for a pigeon.

The letter looked up as a national teacher, and the tail end knocked the seal of Tai Bu, and the pigeon was sent to Famen Temple.

"Delivery of the letter, let's go to the village to confirm it. After all ... it's a national teacher, but dare not care about it." Taizhu said.

Tai Bu nodded his head: "Yeah."