Copper Coins

It is absolutely impossible for an ordinary person to manipulate these tens of thousands of corpses. So what is hiding in the stone forest is probably not an unknown name, but the Songyun Warlock himself.

At the moment of thinking of this, Xue Xian only felt that the spine hurt as if he felt something. It seemed that after being robbed, the taste of being removed from the bones in the coma reappeared.

He knew in his heart that it was only the filaments drawn from the spine that were affected by these thousands of ghosts and trembled, so that they could not hold up, and the tingling of broken bones would faintly appear again.

But in this situation, this kind of sting will only attract new and old hatreds. Xue Xian smelling the disgusting smell, looking at the corpses and the stone forest submerged by them, his face was as cold as frost.

He stood quietly, watching the tide of the corpse coming straight, reaching for a light tuft of robes, and then suddenly turned into a thick layer of white mist.

Just in the blink of an eye, the black dragon soared into the sky, pounded into the clouds, and made a long howl. As the mountains shook, thunder and lightning stormed into the valley. Electrons were fast and fierce.

The densely packed corpses in the valley were bombarded by thunder and lightning like horses and hornets scattered in their nests. Shilin burst into a thunderbolt. Between the gravel and the sky, a gray figure rolled on the ground and fell into the sea of ​​corpses.

When he entered the corpse sea, he camouflaged himself, and even if he was mixed with the dead corpses, it was hard to distinguish for a moment.

The black dragon tossed a circle in the mountains, swept its tail straight, and the huge force came straight with the momentum of the quake mountain to split the sea and hit the valley.

Bang--

In the place where the dragon tail fell, countless deep seams quickly spread outward, and the piles of corpses were directly lifted off by the strong wind brought by the dragon tail, and they were smashed to the ground in layers and broken into pieces of meat. Bone, a large number of corpses were swept directly into the ground slit.

At the same time, a fire dragon also emerged from the corner of the valley, whistling in the hunting wind with a deliberately high tongue of fire, engulfing the corpses into the fire.

Xue Xianliang was looking across the dark clouds, looking down at the corpses from top to bottom, screaming and struggling to fall down in many ordeals, but the pine cloud warlock he really was looking for was like a gully rat. Usually hides everywhere, at the expense of turning himself into rotten flesh.

But what's the point of hiding in this way? What's the difference between dying now and dying a moment later?

The threads in his broken back bone trembled with anger, and became increasingly unstable with the aura consumption. Penetrating pain was not unnoticed by Xue Xian, but at this moment, all pain would turn into anger.

In just a moment's work, those corpses fell more than half of them in the thunder and fire, and were smashed by the dragon's tail, tumbling into the abyss of the ground while moving in the valley.

There was a hoarse scream in the howl of the corpse.

Xue Xian sneered, and Dragon Tail swept across Shifeng without hesitation. I heard a blast of loud noise ringing around Shifeng's waist, and then the whole stone peak stopped and broke, and smashed into the valley with countless gravels, just happening where the hoarse scream was.

The dust and smoke permeated instantly, like a layer of fog with a smell of lime.

The large corpse with the voice was pressed under the fallen stone peak, and even if it was not broken, it must not turn over.

Is this over? Even if this vents hatred?

Xue Xian never thought about asking the warlock. In his opinion, it would be dirty to say one more word to this person. For whatever reason, he didn't have the interest to listen or the interest. Even letting the other person say a word and staying for a moment is excessive kindness.

But it was so easy to send the other side into the abyss, and it gave Xue Xiansheng a hint of irritability. After spending half a year's work, I dragged my unwalkable legs around so many places, and the enemies we met finally became so silent, only half an hour before and after.

It seemed like a punch was hit on the cotton, and the anger was not only gone, but even before the irritability was even better.

And at this moment, the bone fragments everywhere in the valley suddenly moved in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it was reassembled into countless corpses, and among the huge ground slits of varying widths, countless corpses that fell into it again protruded their heads again.

The thunder and lightning are not scattered, the fire cannot be smashed, and they can be piled up again after being broken, and they can climb up when they fall to the ground.

This is a lively ghost, but Xue Xianqi laughed-because he faintly heard a few deliberately hidden breaths in the crackling movement of the broken bones, but it was no longer a stone peak. Where it fell.

When he saw the corpse crawling up again and rushing forward, Xuan Mian's fingers finally set up the string of copper coins.

The heavy sorrow and the grievances of unjust death have been brewing for 100 years, like a sticky cobweb, entangled with all living creatures in the constant tumbling and beating of the corpse. The strong attraction of a living creature with strong yang is that the entanglement of true dragons with those sorrowful qi is far more than that of mortals.

Yin and Yang have been entangled since ancient times, and no one can change it.

This grudge from tens of thousands of corpses can shake a mountain and river, and if it falls on an ordinary person, it is like a real blade, and it can be scraped into bones in no time.

Although Xue Xian and Xuan Mian suppressed it, they could not completely offset it. In the tide of the corpses, they “resurrected again and again”, the two of them gradually stretched out some tiny blood on their skin. .

It seems like countless thin blades are pulling and scratching around.

The longer you drag on, the more blood you have on your body, and the grievances become thicker and thicker in the crushing of these corpses again and again, each time they are knocked down, the grievances grow crazy. , As if in a cycle of never seeing light.

Xue Xian doesn't care how much blood he has, even if his whole body is bloody, he still doesn't care, it is far worse than the robbery period.

However, in his almost calm anger, he repeatedly searched for the trace of the warlock, and bombarded the man with his surroundings into a slag. The white figure of Xuan Merci was glimpsed in the gap, and immediately he was a little hesitant, because Xuan Merc looked up at him A glance.

He was above Jiuxiao and Xuan Mercy was in the valley. The distance between them should not be so clear as to the five senses.

However, Xue Xian felt at that moment that Xuan Merci looked at him with something extra heavy. Xuan Mian suddenly raised her hand to pick up something in the void and twisted it at her fingertips.

Xue Xian vaguely saw a red blood between his fingers, and then he suddenly responded. The only thing Xuanyi received was the blood dripping from him.

At that moment, Xue Xian felt an unexplainable emotion for no reason, and the softest part under the flesh was punctured with a needle.

The tingling was so inexplicable that Xue Xian didn't respond for a while because of something. Until Xuan Mian retracted his eyes, his fingers touched his string of copper coins.

Since the fire and thunder didn't work, Xuan Merci simply took back the fire dragon. He seemed to be whispering some scripture, the copper coins brushed by his fingers suddenly appeared a bright color, as if the aura refined in them suddenly came to life.

Of the five bronze coins, three of which were lifted from the ban were astonishingly bright, and even Xue Xian among the clouds felt slightly dazzling.

The moment the coin was awakened by blood, Xue Xian's back became hot for a while.

He hesitated for a moment, and suddenly realized that the previous tingling may not be his own feeling at all, but the reaction of the mercy passed through the copper coins and passed into his body, giving him a sense of sensation. Fuzzy illusion.

But he didn't wait for him to think about it, the copper coins were already buzzing in the wind. Xuan Mian clung to the copper coins with one hand, and his other hand flicked during the recitation. Rising out, with a bell-like thick sound, pressed towards the tide-like corpse.

when--

The moment the rune fell, all the corpses were shocked, like a soul was hit hard, trembling in the reverberation of the ancient bell sound.

Yes, thunder can't be broken, and the fire can't be burned, just because the grievance is not these that can dispel at all.

At this moment, Xuan Mercy seemed to be exaggerating tens of thousands of ghosts at the same time. While bearing the pain of the blade wraps, he squinted and calmly squinted the scriptures.

when--

Again, the corpse in the valley stopped like a demon, and turned slowly. The resentment gas pulled away from Xue Xian, and seemed to hesitate to go towards Xuan Mercy.

Xuanyi slammed the copper coin again and again, those sticky grievances finally completely abandoned Xue Xian, went straight to Xuanyi, and wrapped him in layers, and thousands of Yin in the valley The corpse hissed frantically in constant bells.

Xue Xian had a momentary encounter, and then the tail of the dragon flew, and his body turned into a cloud of black mist, which penetrated the valley and smashed in front of Xuan Merci.

At the moment of landing, the corpse was knocked down by a huge force, the valley trembled, and the black mist was scattered. Xue Xian stood in front of Xuan Merci in a black robe, raising his hand to block the mountain from the tsunami. Resentment.

However, as soon as there was a movement, I felt a sudden and painful pain between the back. Everything just consumed too much spiritual power, so that the filament that had been relied on by the huge spiritual power had a faint stance.

He felt that his consciousness was pulled away for a moment, and he gave him an uncontrollable sting.

And at this moment, the copper coins in the hands of constant mysticism became brighter and brighter, and they trembled because of the ever-increasing coiling, seeming to be moving, and seemingly unbearably excited. The fourth piece of copper coins suddenly began to peel off, and a faint oil yellow light came out from under the skin.

when--

Xuan Merci stared at his eyes, seemingly unaware of everything around him. He was deep in the sound of the scriptures, like a hammer hammering in his head.

In the overwhelming atmosphere of resentment, in the struggle and quiver of the corpse, the last bit of gray copper finally landed on the fourth copper coin, and the copper coin suddenly shocked.

Suddenly there was a "click" in Xue Xian's head, as if a lock had finally been removed.

He knew that it was the sympathy from Xuan Merci when the copper ban was lifted. It was just that he couldn't resist this sympathy. He just felt a sudden dizziness in his head, and his eyes suddenly became dark, and then various indistinct scenes flooded in ....

His gaze fell short in this dream-like scene, as if wrapped in a child's body. He lowered his eyes uncontrollably, his gaze just falling on the hem of the man in front of him.

The ground was thick with snow, barely over his knees, a short leg was resting on the ground in front of the knees, books were spread on the case, a pen was placed on the pen stand, and a thin layer of ice was formed on the tip of the pen. .

He heard a vague voice falling from his head, "The natural Buddha bones are not used for waste, first copy the scriptures here, and I will take you back at night."

He didn't say a word, just lifted his hand, moistened the ring, and landed on tissue paper ...

The sky was almost dark, and the handwriting on the book could no longer be seen clearly. Xue Xian heard the snow creak in front of the table case, raised his eyes slightly, and saw that the white man was back. He still didn't look at the man's face, it seemed to be respectful and seemed to have no emotion in his eyes.

I saw the man flipping his wrist, shaking out a copper heater from his sleeve and handing it over, then Shen said, "Is it cold?"

Xue Xian subconsciously wanted to sneer, and said to himself, come to stand for a day and see if it's cold?

But the exit was: "Not cold."

The timbre is still blurry, as if it were close at hand and seemingly far away for decades. But Xue Xian could hear it, it was the voice of a child, but it was not as cold as a child.

"Being a teacher doesn't hurt you, but I don't want you to wear a Buddha's bones, but you spend your whole life." The man sighed, and when he spoke, the copper furnace was put into Xue Xian's arms, and he patted like an elder In the back of his head, he led him towards a small building not far away in the thick snow ...

This is the memory of Xuan Mercy.

Xue Xian reluctantly kept awake in the blurry dream scene.

The intense vertigo twitched in his head again without warning. He subconsciously shook his head with his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him was chaotic, sometimes in the cold temple, sometimes in the pavilion. In the stage. Sometimes there was silence around me, and sometimes I could hear someone talking outside the hospital.

His sight was sometimes high and low, and it seemed that those memories did not follow the order.

When his spine warmed a little, a buzzing sound passed by his ears, his involvement with Xuan Merci stabilized, and the vague scenes became a little clearer--

He saw that there was still a table case in front of him, and a carrier pigeon was shrinking at the table case. He seemed to be resting, with an inexplicable fear in his peace.

He was holding a folded piece of paper in his hand, and the paper was filled with words. At a glance, he saw only a few words on the red seal where the paragraph was placed. He could only see two of them clearly. His fingers moved uncontrollably, and the tissue was refolded and pressed down. Aside.

Those two words are "too often".

He picked up the pen resting on the pen holder, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few numbers on a piece of paper in the desk case: Don't delay the trip to Taishan.

Later, he wrote two more words at the place where he wrote--

Same lamp.

Xue Xian was buzzing in his mind, only when he saw it wrong, but before he had time to look closely, the scene changed again in shock:

He stood by the railings of a high cabinet, surrounded by a palace lamp, dimly lit.

The blankness brought by the word "same lamp" had not disappeared, so much that he hesitated for a while before he realized that someone was talking to him behind him, and he did not even hear what the other party said. He walked over to the stone table in the high building, reached out, pushed a piece of paper on the table case forward, and opened his mouth to say a word.

Although the scene is still blurry and the voice is still unclear, he can still distinguish the sound of Xuan Mercy.

He heard himself say something coldly in a voice of mercy: "The year of the Wuchen Dynasty, the seventh day of June."

After that, Xuan Merci also said something, or asked the other party something, but Xue Xian didn't hear a word. His ears were buzzing, and his whole body was chilling. Repeated over and over again, and every time he repeated, his body became colder.

Back tingling came again, but Xue Xian was numb.

The year of the Wuchen is this year, and it is no sooner or later on the seventh day of June, which happens to be his robbery.

Or ... it just happened to be the day he was taken away.

He was almost unbelievable. He was surrounded by a sense of heaviness that couldn't be said. He was almost anxious to see the other people or things in this scene in a blank space. Anything is good, as long as he can It was just a coincidence that the sentence was just confirmed.

However, his eyes only fell on the side of the stone table. It seemed that he glanced at something, and at the moment he glanced at that glance, his empty heart gave rise to an indescribable emotion, very pale and not as pale His own emotions.

Seems disgusting, it seems to be something else.

Xue Xian couldn't bear it, and didn't think about it, because he could see clearly what was standing at the table. It was two masks, one made of silver, and there was a cold light under the lamp. The thick black ink painted the animal pattern, the pattern was simple and heavy, and the long beards were tied on both sides, as if they were obtained from the beast ...

He stared at the beastprint mask, but his mind was blank, and the pain on his back suddenly increased.

The pain was really a bit painful, as if it had penetrated to the heart along the empty back, and spread along the heart, making him have an illusion, as if he was suddenly panicked and a little sad ...

All the chaotic memories after that have gone into his eyes again, until they gradually dissipated in the clearer buzz of copper coins.

Xue Xian suddenly closed her eyes and slowly opened it after a long time. Everything in the valley returned to her vision, clearly close, but it seemed to be far away in another world.

I do not know when Xuan Merci has landed on a low peak beside him. The quaint bell sounds endlessly, echoing in the valley over and over again. The air is gradually fading.

The mist was so deep in the valley that Xue Xian suddenly couldn't see Xuan Merci's face. All I could see was that Xuan Merci seemed to be looking at him. The copper coins and spirits in his hands were not dispersed, and the pale golden light produced by each rune was like a huge net covering the valley.

The pale gold was clearly not bright, but it made Xue Xian's eyes hurt, so painful he couldn't help thinking of the golden thread that bound him around the sea that day.

Suddenly there was a deep sadness in his heart, much sadder than he imagined, even harder to break free than the net that was scattered in the sky, and he was almost astonished by himself ...

At this time, under the pile of bones in the valley, someone suddenly rushed towards Xuan Merci in a wrong and surprised voice: "Guo Shi? Why are you here ?!"