Copper Coins

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When that buzzing passed, and the black sesame seeds slowly faded in front of him, Xue Xian found something wrong--

Under him is the blue slate floor, and a dark green moss can be lifted with a little movement. Apparently, he landed on the ground, and the bald donkey that had been pinching him had disappeared.

More than just a bald donkey, he turned around and scanned, and Master Liu did not know where he was going. The room behind him is still there, but the room has a door and a face, and the door is also carved with fine wood carvings. At first glance, this is not the place where the fool lives, and naturally he does not expect Jiang Shining to appear in the room Already.

In fact, the place where he stayed was so quiet that he couldn't hear a little faint human language. Like a vacant mansion, the gate is deep but silent.

"What the **** is this place?" Xue Xian muttered.

His current situation is a bit worrying. If someone were to be left in such a quiet place, how many steps could he take to see what was going on. But Xue Xian couldn't, he couldn't walk away.

The paper-like uncle Xue just spread himself out, drying the creases on his body, holding his hands on the ground, and Dang Erlang shook his head to appreciate the scene--

In addition to the room behind him, there are old vines walking along the wall and a shade tree on the left hand side, and the branches just stick out from the wall. On the right hand side is the corridor and courtyard wall. Through a narrow door, you can see a small garden inside the house.

Just looking at this corner, you can see that this is a carefully furnished mansion, but if the exquisite mansion does not even have half a figure, it will be a little panic.

Fortunately, Xue Xian is a master who flies to heaven, and the scene of panic again is nothing terrible to him, just be careful to cope.

"The south is at the front and the north is at the back ..." The scenery is not a purposeless appreciation. Xue Xian looked around, and roughly judged the general direction from the growth of moss on the slate, the direction of the old rattan strips and the direction of the house .

If not mistaken, he is in the northeast corner of the house.

Northeast corner ...

Xue Xian hissed— "Some familiarity ..."

If he was still in the house of Master Liu, the northeast corner would be the house of Master Liu Jin, the youngest son who had almost drowned.

The buzz I heard earlier also seems to come from this direction.

Is there what he is looking for? !!

Xue Xian was agitated, sitting upright, and listened intently for a while, but he didn't hear any sound, let alone such a special buzzing.

He swept away a piece of moss in front of him, poked his mouth a little bit disgustingly, and then lay flat against the ground. At this moment, he finally heard a very slight movement. But the strange thing is that this movement is suddenly near, and suddenly there is no fixed point.

Coupled with its subtleness, it is almost difficult to capture a little bit of God. This way of running for a while, and running again and again made Xue Xian extremely impatient. After listening to his temper, he came up, anxious to lift all the land here, and go straight down and stir it up.

It's a pity that he can't even turn the body made of torn paper.

Just when he was a little irritable, there was a whistle of wind slipping into the frosted window at the root of the wall. The wind in the winter is a little bit stronger. Xue Xian, accustomed to Dongfeng, naturally will not miss this opportunity. Immediately showing the paper, took the wind.

In the blink of an eye, he was stirred by the wind.

Xue Xian took the opportunity to grab a tendril on the old vine, threw it two or three times, and turned himself over to the shaded tree.

The tree's waist was straight, except for the branch sticking out of the wall, there weren't many mixed branches, so Xue Xian borrowed the wind this time.

The paper skin is thin and light, and it is easy to float on the branches without saying.

So Xue Xian also came up with a big change, and suddenly changed back to the original in the slight wind. He supported the trunk with one hand and the cymbal branch with one hand, and sat firmly on the wall.

In the light of the sky, his eyebrows became clearer and more beautiful. His dark eyes were like two cold lakes, and under a thin layer of water mist, there was a sharp and deliberate charm.

The first thing he did was look out of the courtyard wall.

After a glance, Xue Xian turned his head blankly again, stared at the courtyard wall for a moment, then turned his head to look outside the wall.

After going back and forth several times, Xue Xian's expression finally cracked, as if it was frozen white porcelain.

"..."

Why does his mother look exactly the same inside and outside the wall? !!

Xue Xian thinks this fun is a bit big.

If he had expected it, he might have encountered a ghost and hit the wall.

The ghost hit the wall and dared to hit him, this is the first time in his life.

But this thing will not be covered for no reason, there must be a reason. Xue Xian recalled the previous events, only thinking of the "pumping river into the sea" mentioned by Xuan Mian's bald donkey.

Could it be that this Feng Shui Bureau has mixed things up, and they all broke into words, and brought them all in?

So, there is no sound in this house, is it affected by ghosts hitting the wall, or is there really only one left?

Although the view of the wall is wider than the bluestone slab, it is not good. The courtyard was full of fire walls of various heights, blocking most of the sight. What Xue Xian saw was nothing more than the white pebbled slate and some narrow doors that I didn't know if I could get through.

He stared at the narrow door that was open from east to west, north and south, and glanced at the high and low walls, and he had some care in his mind.

In this static Sifang house courtyard, when you meet a ghost and hit a wall, you want to break out of the battlefield. It is nothing more than eight doors.

Opening the door, closing the door, giving birth, hurting the door, Dumen, Jingmen, Jingmen, and the dead door, one variable after another. If you go wrong, you can't get out of this situation.

The house is surrounded by squares, and the so-called eight gates are also layered by layer. It must be laborious to solve.

Xue Xian's identity is different from ordinary people. He didn't spend much time thinking about these messy things. For the first half of his life, these things did not help him much. He never thought that he would have difficulty moving and hit a ghost one day.

Therefore, let him sit here and figure out where the living door is and where the dead door is. It is better to give him two knives.

"Let me drag around with two dead legs to find someone?" Xue Xian snorted and said in his heart, "Why do I hate myself so much?"

He was accustomed to it, and had no choice but to kill himself without tossing himself. If it is a last resort ... then kill it directly.

The broken house was so pitiful that he could not find a thing to borrow. Even if he figured out where to go, how should he go? Climb or move?

Just thinking about that picture, Xue Xian felt a toothache.

Dream, who loves to climb, who doesn't climb anyway!

Xue Xian leaned on his trunk, biting his tongue and pondered for a moment. He reached out and touched a hand in the dark pocket of his arms, and found a piece of yellow paper.

The yellow paper twisted a bit, and made many folds. As soon as this thing hit Xue Xian's hands, there was no good life. Xue Xian was quite disgusted with it, holding his fingers between one end and shaking it away a bit. I saw on the yellow paper a group of dog climbing characters that the mother didn't know.

But Xue Xian knew.

This is what he got from a Taoist priest while passing through Raozhou.

The priest left two skewers of the mustache, with a rag crown, and a green mark on the corner of his eye. I wonder if it was a birthmark or was beaten. He nestled by the bridge all day, and changed a lot of characters by selling hexagrams, selling a lot of self-made and self-drawn yellow symbols. This man is also a strange man. Since he wants to sell amulets, let's practice a word that can be deceived. This old way is good, carrying a dog crawling calligraphy and painting yellow charms, I'm not ashamed at all, and I'm not afraid to sell it.

Xue Xian stayed under his hexagram booth for a few days, and glanced at the yellow amulets he painted. Most of them were only gadgets that could only be used as furnishings. There were only a few of them.

It's just a trivial matter.

For example, a yellow amulet that is able to ward off evil can actually drive an insect ant; a yellow amulet that can prolong its life can actually relieve a small disease.

This picture in Xue Xianhuai's drawing was that he looked at the priest.

"Chengdu Longjun Yunlei Town." Xue Xian narrowed his eyes, lazily reading out the words on the rune one by one. Most of these words have been revolved for eight hundred times. They look like earthworms and have nineteen bends and eighteen bends. It is hard for him to remember.

Just listening to this content, you can almost guess that this is a sign to ask for thunder, and I don't know what the Taoist has nothing to do with this stuff.

However, if it is to ask for thunder, just for this crumpled yellow amulet, it is bound to invite no Southern Dragon King. At most, it can attract two clouds, covering the sun. But the same yellow amulet is different in Xue Xian's hands.

Because of this sign, what Southern Dragon King pleased, not talented, mostly refers to Xue Xian himself.

Although he can't be a demon himself, he can still try it out by using a yellow rune.

Then he took a small porcelain bottle out of his arms and opened the stopper, and a faint smell of sweetness mixed with the strange cold fragrance fainted.

Xue Xian frowned. Even with his own blood, he never felt that it smelled good.

He flattened the yellow rune in the palm of his hand, and dripped a drop of dark red blood from the small porcelain bottle. The blood beads melted instantly on the yellow rune.

Xue Xian took the porcelain bottle and threw Huang Fu out of his hand.

The moment the Zhifu left his hand, an open flame suddenly started from the center of the bloodstain, and it burned clean instantly.

Suddenly, the violent wind rose, and the turbulent cloud billowed from a distance.

It was dark as if it had been splashed with dripping wet ink. The clear cobweb split from the top of the sky, and a thunder rose to the ground, as if exploding against his ear.

I don't know if this thunderbolt touched the boundary of the game or shocked it.

Just listen to the sound of a mountain crackling, smashing down along the winding electric light.

Xue Xianyi was sitting on the wall of the old tree, watching the thunder smash into the ground in front of his feet, and smashed a thick bluestone slab, but never blinked.

The whole house was trembling, and it took a long time to calm down.

Xue Xian narrowed his eyelids and glanced up at his head, with some regrets in his expression: Now he can only do this with the yellow charm.

The earth-shattering thunder just now had some effect, it seemed to split a small rift somewhere in this game. The original quiet and almost stagnant house suddenly had a vent, and the faint sound was faintly infiltrated there, and soon it shrouded the entire house.

Sure enough, this house is not the only one.

Others should also be involved in this game, but they have fallen into a trap and have no idea of ​​each other.

Xue Xian took down a twisted rattan wire from the old vine beside him and leaned around the trunk leisurely around his fingers. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound coming from the slit. Attempts to distinguish something special from the murky voice.

After a while, he really caught a little ...

Ringtone?

"No ..." Xue Xian frowned and frowned.

The sound was faint in the whining wind, like it came from a distant place, or it was stretched by the narrow crack.

It sounds a bit like a four-horned copper bell falling on an ox cart, with subtle differences.

Bronze ...

Copper coins?

Thinking about it that way, the sound became clearer, it really sounded like an occasional bumping sound between a few copper coins.

"..." Xue Xian opened his eyes expressionlessly, and the rattan silk around his hands smashed into two pieces in a snap.

It seemed to be just a snap, and the sound of the copper coins bumping a lot closer.

Xue Xian heard an ear and felt as if he was outside a wall.

A narrow door in the corridor suddenly made a "squeak", and Xue Xianwen, who had destroyed the old rattan, raised his eyes.

The young monk, wrapped in a white linen monk's clothes, walked silently towards the wall.

Wearing a white linen thin coat in this cold winter, just looking at it feels cold, as if the thin coat is still covered with frosty cold air. It wasn't until Xuan Mian stood under the wall that he hung the string of copper coins back to his waist with his fingertips, and Xue Xian suddenly responded. The bald donkey never walked silently.

So ... was the sound of the coin hit just now?

Xuan Mian stood by the wall, and looked at Xue Xian with a calm glance.

The man sitting on the wall undoubtedly had an excellent pair of leather, like a sword put into the sheath against the blade. It just looked too thin, and the black long coat made him paler, showing a thick morbidity, intertwined with the sharp sense of desire, seeming contradictory and mysterious.

When Xue Xian was expressionless, he always gave the illusion of being extraordinarily concentrated.

Holding this look, he stared at Xuan Mian for a moment, and finally rolled his eyes into the sky unbearably, and said, "Why are you ..."

After speaking, he angrily rubbed the broken rattan silk into a ball.

This man also owes a hand. Even if he is on the wall, he still feels restless. After unwillingly glanced at Xuan Merci, he threw the ball of vine silk into Xuan Merci.

Xuan Mian shook his head and raised his hand to put the "hidden weapon" that came over into the palm of his hand.

Xue Xian raised an eyebrow at him: "You don't even ask who I am?"

When the bald donkey collected him, he was still a piece of moss on the ground, and later it turned into a thin piece of paper, never appearing in a serious human form from beginning to end.

Xuan Mian spread his palm at him, and in the thin and thin palm, there was the guilt that Xue Xian had owed—Tengsi Tuanzi.

He was taciturn by nature, and his face was always cold and expressionless, but his open palm clearly conveyed a meaning-such as the skin, only this family can be recognized even if it is burned to ashes. .

Xue Xian: "..."

Xuan Mian threw the vine silk in his hand under the old tree root, and raised his eyes to remind Xue Xian again: "You haven't said what happened to Tian Lei."

Xue Xian said "Oh" and said, "It's nothing, I just want to tell other people that I'm here for easy searching."

Hyun Mercy: "..."

The thunder was so desperate that it could reach the ground, the majesty was so powerful, and the power was astonishing, as if it was going to bomb this Liujiafu house to ashes.

The result is the root cause, it is to simply "squeak" a signal to signal that everyone and some people are waiting here ...

The bald donkey was accustomed to a frosty face, and after hearing this, he had the trace of cracking for the first time.

Xue Xian was amused by his eyes, his expression relaxed, and he asked with a smile: "Well? You just came along the thunder? Then it doesn't seem to me that I did it for free. Thanks to you coming fast, I am Thinking about whether to come again. "

Xuan Mian looked at him silently for a moment, and said indifferently, "There is no need to look for the position of Bamen. The scorched earth also saves the coffin money."

"How can a monk hang a copper smell on his mouth, you bald ..." Xue Xian turned away, swallowed the word "donkey", and said solemnly: "I'm not afraid to insult the Buddha."

Hyun Mercy: "..."

The thunderous thunder who dared to smash into the sky actually had such a face to say such a thing.

"You just said you were looking for the eight-door position, did you find it?" Xue Xian asked: "If you find it, it will save you trouble and bring me. If you don't find it, then don't be afraid of being hacked, I think There was another thunder, and it was possible that the situation could be broken directly. "

He said so in his mouth, but secretly said in your heart: You do n’t have to tell me that you have found a bald donkey, and I have only one cloud thunder sign after I ’m together.

Fortunately, Xuan Merci did not live up to his expectations, nodded, and said, "You can come down from the wall."

After speaking, he turned and left.

The white coarse linen monk's clothing swept lightly like a cloud and walked away in a few steps.

However, within a short while, Xuan Merci stopped again and turned to look at Xue Xian, who was not moving.

Xue Xian patted his leg with a baton, straightening out: "It's useless, I can't walk."

Xuan Merci frowned, thinking he was playing tricks again, and then returned coldly without expression: "You, the evil barrier, didn't run slowly before ..."

After three or two clicks, I turned on Xiao's collar, not to mention being agile.

"..." Xue Xian sneered: "You don't have long eyes as a bald donkey. Was it that I ran my own legs before? I borrowed someone else's leg."

The impassive bald donkey and the evil master of the masterpiece looked at each other for a moment. Eventually, the former raised his eyebrows and turned back to the wall.

Xue Xian's legs were hidden under a black robe, and he could see the thin and prominent outline of his knees. People who can't walk in bed all year round have mostly thin legs, but Xue Xian is different. From the general outline, his legs are no different from ordinary people.

Xuan Merci glanced up and held up Xue Xian's ankle.

Xue Xian was taken aback by his actions. If it wasn't for his legs to be able to perceive him, he would be afraid to kick the bald donkey even with one foot.

You feel my conscience and tell me, can you touch the dragon claws casually? !! what? !! I don't want to live!

Xuan Mian took his reaction into account-if it was a person with convenient legs and feet, it would be impossible to move his upper body when he was shocked, but his lower body would not respond.

It can be seen that this evil barrier is true, and his legs are indeed invalid.

Xuan Mian raised his eyes, and performed a Buddha ceremony in front of him with one hand, and stretched out his thin hand to Xue Xian with the other hand.