Copper Coins

Hundreds of mysterious thunders smashed huge huge pits on the ground. Countless cracks spread out from the center. Some of them cracked into the river and some penetrated into the mountains. Jiang Songshan faintly cracked and blew, and the sound of the rumble spread more than a hundred miles, making people panic.

When the giant waves came straight, they even smashed a mountain directly, the rolling stones fell, and the endless water mist spread in the heavy rain.

When the wave of the river receded, the huge pit smashed by the thunder was clearly revealed-I saw Zu Hong sitting cross-legged in the deep pit that was blackened by thunder and lightning, her palms clasped together, and she sounded Read the scriptures.

It was just that the golden bell covered by him had been destroyed, and the white linen monk's clothes were surrounded by blackened crevices, mixed with the bleeding blood, looking horrifying and embarrassing.

He coughed a few more times during the chanting, and the fine blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, seeing that he was seriously injured. But the red dot on his face was still creeping towards the Palace of Life, almost within reach.

Only by Xue Xian's blow, the red dot stopped for a moment before swimming again. The speed was much slower than before, and it seemed to have returned to the most difficult look at the beginning.

He coughed a few times and couldn't finish a verse, and opened his eyes. I don't know why, even at this moment, he didn't seem panicked, it seems he still has the trick. If it is someone else, maybe he will hesitate at this time, and will not take the liberty to attack, so as not to let him find a hole.

But he met Xue Xian.

Zu Hong raised his eyes and saw a man in black standing upright under the top of the black cloud cover. There was a residual flash of Xuan Lei at his feet, and a sweltering thunderous light above his head reflected his skin. White, clear eyebrows. It was just that his body was exuding a somber and perfunctory atmosphere, so that even the corners of his lips were showing an evil spirit.

Most importantly, there was a hint of red in the depths of his dark pupil.

This is a sign of enchantment.

Whether it is a self-cultivating mortal or a natural fetish, it is possible to get into trouble. Maybe it was a misstep during the practice. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe it was the wrong medicine. Maybe the backlog of violent gas had been for a long time. Just Mars. It was just a blink of an eye.

But no matter which one, as long as they are enchanted, they will become very scary, because they are not controlled at all.

So Zu Honggang glanced at him, and then thundered like lightning. In the severe pain of cutting the meat and scratching the bones, Zu Hong frowned and used the inner and reiki to protect the major lifelines of the body again.

The surly man in black was indifferent to the deep pit in the thunder and thunder, and looked down, suddenly tilted his head, and smiled at the corner of his lips. "I heard that you are the one who pumped my keel?"

He looked for a while, squatted down with a sack of clothing, watched the thunder and lightning with an indifferent eye, and indifferently said, "I am a bit of a conscience. Your bones are always spliced ​​together this week. It's not half as long as my keel, and I'm going to think you're equal. Since you've pumped my keel alive, that's what made me pump you alive ... "

As he said, he lifted a hand lightly, his long, white fingers were so beautiful that they didn't seem to be stained with blood. Seeing that he was flexing his fingers and holding something in the air, he dragged it backwards expressionlessly.

Zu Hong snorted immediately, and the palms of He Shi shook, and his left hand immediately gripped the wrist of his right hand.

He felt that the man in black was drawing his phalanges alive through his skin. The feeling of separation of flesh and bones was anxious.

At that moment, Zu Hong suddenly wanted to bet. The man in black rescued Xuan Merci at the very moment of death, and the relationship was bound to be profound. Naturally, his pain will not cause people in black to care, but Xuan Mercy will not.

No one cares about the pain of his companions, even if hesitates a little ...

Just give him a chance ...

Zu Hong thought this way, and immediately said with a hoarse voice: "I am living with him, I am dead, and he is difficult to live. As long as he is alive, I will not die. All the flesh pain will be projected on him Body. So, do you continue to kill? "

Seeing Jiang Songshan's rocks, Xuan Merci squeezed his right hand tightly. There was no expression on his face. If it wasn't for Zu Hong's own knowledge, he would never have seen that Xuan Mercy was enduring great pain.

What is the reason for such endurance?

Others might not understand, but Zu Hong couldn't understand it any more. He always understood Xuan Merci's temperament, but was different from others.

The reason why he was so calm and calm, did not reveal any pain, just to not avenge the man in black. And hatred must be liquidated in person, and others are not qualified to intervene.

Who knew that the man in black glanced at Jiang Songshan indifferently, and there was a moment of confusion and doubt in his eyes, and then he returned to expressionless and calmly said, "Who is that? I should recognize?"

After speaking, he retracted his gaze and looked at Zu Hong again with a smirk, and the fingers held in the void pulled back again.

Xuan Merci's figure on the rock was stiff, and he gave him a deep glance, and then lowered his eyes and narrowed his eyes.

******

After Xue Xian left the valley before, with the Songjiang Warlock saying "Jiang Songshan", he went straight to this place. It was just that he had never experienced such a sadness that was so deep that it was difficult to break free. This sadness was at the same time as the cruel engulfment and the violent gas that had been accumulated in the past six months.

That kind of pain is even more intolerable than thunder and thunder during a robbery. Therefore, when his spine was broken and his bones began to ache into the skin, and he couldn't support it, his consciousness suddenly blurred.

It seemed to have been burned from the heart to the brain by a fire. When the burning subsided, there was a fog of fog left.

He was enchanted.

Even in the following moment, because of the implication of copper coins, he saw the memory of Xuan Merci intermittently, he was only clear for a moment, and then fell into a full of violent atmosphere.

In that moment of lucidity, his body went straight into the ground faster than his mind and rescued Xuan Mercy. When the violent gas was submerged again, Xuan Merci was thrown into Jiangsong Mountain by hand.

When he heard Zu Hong's words and turned to Xuan Merci, he took a moment, and it seemed that there were countless memories coming, and nothing seemed to stop. So he turned his head indifferently again.

I just don't know why, when he twitched Zu Hong's bones for the second time, he couldn't help but glance at Jiang Songshan again.

He saw Xuan Mian standing there with his eyes down, and suddenly there was an unsorrowful sadness in his heart, like this boundless and turbulent river. He was a little strange, as if he was unconsciously affected by some unknown influence.

He was a little irritable with this emotion, so he turned back indifferently, and immediately caused countless mysterious thunders to fall.

Zu Hong was full of mess, and the entire monk's robes were red and black staggered.

Xue Xian stared at him for a moment, but couldn't help turning to Xuan Meng. At this turn, he suddenly saw Xuan Mian's body suddenly bleed a few bloodstains, which was really implicated by Zu Hong.

The large piece of blood was so dazzling that Xue Xian even stuck in his heart. He looked there stupidly and suddenly hesitated: "... a bald donkey?"

Xuan Merci opened his eyes suddenly, his face was as pale as his lips, he responded calmly with a "um", raised his hand and added to the robe of mantra.

But even the Jade Clothes Curse failed to stop the blood, and just after it was cleared, it fainted again.

Lei Sui in Xue Xian's hand stopped.

His brain was extremely chaotic, and his eyes were suddenly dark and suddenly red.

Zu Hong recites the Scriptures lowly at the moment when he has no time to look around, as long as a little bit, only a short distance away ...

Large blood spots finally entered the palace of life, gathering from outside to inside. The circle of hundreds seemed to echo him, and the stone statue trembled slightly.

The two sub-arrays in Dongting Lake and Wanshishan also trembled. The people beside them were already groggy and unconscious. In the Dazao Temple on the top of Jiangsong Mountain, the array was trembling like two other places. The mules who had formed a circle had already fallen to the ground, and Taibu Taizhu was no exception.

Seeing that the change of life was completed, a very light sigh suddenly sounded in the hall.

The faint Taibu twitched his fingers, and in the chaos it seemed to hear the voice of the Master, and it seemed a little different. Just listening to the soothing voice and sighing softly, saying: "Do yourself a favor, and don't live."

Maybe it's a return to light, and maybe it's something else. Tai Bu suddenly felt that she even had the strength to open her eyes. She stared blankly at the red blood, and suddenly understood something in the confusion.

She moved her stiff thumb arduously, and drew a line across the blood line leading to the stone sculpture slowly with the last bit of blood.

This move meant a truncation of the crossbow. The guardian repented at the crucial moment, and the whole blood array fell into a frantic chaos. For a time, Dongting, Wanshishan and Jiangsongshan shook at the same time.

The blood spots at Zu Hong's forehead palace suddenly dispersed again as soon as they converged.

He looked stunned, hurriedly raised his hand to touch the palace of life, but before he could confirm anything, the stone statues in the circle array began to fade slowly.

More precisely, it was the blood that had previously been consumed by it, and was returned by it a little bit. The blood was flowing in the opposite direction in the chaos, and it was seeping into the fingers of the people little by little.

The chaos of the blood array immediately implicated the large array of buried mountains and rivers.

Xue Xian and Xuan Mian only felt that their feet were sinking suddenly, and the river deep started to move, just in the blink of an eye, there was a tendency of Sugawara.

The huge rumbling tremble spread along the ground, and the waves suddenly became crazy, and could no longer be pulled, and the huge wave slammed to the shore.

The original rumor was that "there will be peace", because the blood line was immediately reversed into the most terrifying disaster.

Eight hundred miles of mountains moved, two thousand miles of rivers and rivers.

The torrent rushed towards the long shore, the house crumbling, and the mountain shattered and collapsed. The prefectures along the Dajiang River are plunged into this sudden panic of natural disasters. The screams and cry of the people in the distant counties can almost pass through dozens of miles.

The nearby villages watched as they were drowned by the big waves, and the exclamation and crying were blurred into pieces, followed by the rising waves, and they covered the sky.

The turbulence was turbulent, and the mountains and rivers were uneasy. As a keel, it is naturally involved.

At that moment, Xue Xian only felt that there were countless mountains and stones running through his flesh and bones, but in fact the bones were not in his back at all. With the sound of a mountain collapse, Xue Xian just felt that something was broken in his back.

The silk thread between the broken bones was finally overwhelmed, and it broke completely in a long unfinished condition.

Xue Xian only felt that the consciousness of his legs was suddenly taken away, not only his legs, but also the five senses. The sound in his ears became blurred, his vision became dim, and his touch became dull ...

He seemed to be part of the mountains and rivers because of the huge array of buried bones. The mountains and rivers were wounded as he was wounded.

It all came so fast that no one could react. He suddenly felt that the sky was suddenly dark, there seemed to be endless dark clouds cascading, and it was about to be pressed to the ground.

Soon he understood that it was not that the world was eclipsed, but that he was almost invisible.

The sight in front of me was getting darker and darker. Suddenly he just wanted to turn to look at Bai Ying on Jiang Songshan again.

The blurry white shadow suddenly raised his hand, then Jin Guang broke through, and countless silk threads shrouded out of his hand. One by one, they caught the turbulent mountains and caught the wild waves ...

Xuan Mian was holding a copper coin just like that, his tight arm had torn open numerous rifts, and the white monk's robe was dyed with blood layer by layer. But he didn't care, while holding the mountains and rivers tightly, he closed his other hand suddenly.

boom--

Something huge shook under the mountains.

The wind was more urgent, and the ground moved more fiercely. Xuan Mian's hand holding the copper coin tightened, and the blood on the monk's robe fainted again.

But he didn't realize it, still holding his other hand stubbornly.

Rumble--

After he applied the force several times, something finally popped up from the ground. It was a long cypress spine.

Once the pressured spirits were taken out, the whole array was chaotic like crazy.

There are only a few spirits in this world that can hold such a large array, no more than two. Zu Hong chose the dragon bone and Xuan Mian chose the Buddha bone.

He saw a shock all over him, and two **** bones came out of his waist. Even if the skin is not cut and cut, the vitality of Xuan Merci's body is spreading out at an astonishing speed after the bones of the Buddha are extracted.

His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were as dark as ink.

A pair of copper coins between the fingers opened the mountains, crackling sounds under his feet, and an abyss opened. At this point he was sunk into the abyss by the bones of the Buddha, and then the mountains swelled and were pulled again to meet.

At that moment, Xuan Mian's neck blood mole suddenly crawled out of several blood veins, like a dying spider, after opening his eight feet, he slowly curled back.

The blood moles were getting darker, and Zu Hong, who was sitting in the same place, finally lost his last point of trust. His face suddenly grew old, and his eyes, like Xuan Mercy, were lost, as if covered with a layer of gray fog.

After struggling for many years, he still couldn't escape.

When people die, they always think of many things, so long that they even think they have forgotten. His increasingly dark eyes stared blankly into the sky, and suddenly remembered that when he was brought back by the nobleman in Jiangsongshan, the weather was the same, with dark clouds covering the sky, heavy rain splashing the sky, the wind and waves were like an impending Drowned the mountain.

For the first time, he saw such a dusty person, as if wearing the light of dawn.

It wasn't known until he entered Tianjiyuan that the nobleman was a state teacher. The state teacher was passed down from generation to generation. The first one came from southern Xinjiang. This nobleman happened to be the second. He was taken back to Tianjiyuan, and he will become the third in the future.

He called the noble man Master, but the other person always seemed cold and taciturn. Because of the title of Master, he couldn't shout a few times in his life.

The time from child to adulthood seems extraordinarily long and it seems fleeting.

It is long because he can steal laziness for a long time while reading the Scriptures, and God for a long time. And the instant is that ten years have not left a trace on his master.

Later, he later learned that his master had a Buddha bone, so his life span was much longer than ordinary people, and he was much older.

At that time, he was simply envious. Many years later, even envy.

Because his Master, who should have lived a long time, was gone when he was more than 20 years old, just to save one party.

What about wearing a Buddha bone? Still died early.

At that time, he could not tell whether it was sad or something nearby, but sometimes he was standing alone on the stargazing tower of Tianjiyuan, and suddenly remembered the former master.

Later, still under Jiang Songshan, he brought back his next man, a child with a Buddha bone, who was a little like his premature master.

He gave the child the original name of the second master, Xuan Mercy.

As a result, the faint envy once again took a head, at first it was only a little bit, and later, as Xuan Mercy grew up, he accumulated more and more.

For more than ten years under the control of Xuan Mian, he tried to press this emotion to persuade himself to stay away from the temple. However, in the end, he still couldn't hold it down. When he suddenly found that he was getting older uncontrollably, and one day it would become a pile of loess, envy became jealous.

Insufficient greed.

Not so greedy ...

The dark cloud was getting heavier, and his eyelids were getting heavier. At the last moment of his consciousness remaining, he suddenly saw the big wave coming from his head, and there was a faint cry somewhere in his ear.

This is not the same as his original intention. He just wanted to find something beneficial to him while he was recovering from the disaster.

I just do n’t know when, under greed, the road goes more and more crooked ...

It is said that the man is dying and the words are good. This may be the nobleman who once had a spirit, so that he recovered a little bit of original heart in the end. As for the debt owed, it is about to be repaid ...

Zu Hong was groggy, groping for his string of copper coins, and covered his bloodstain.

Then the bleak gold thread was scattered by the copper coins, holding the wave heading towards the village ...

The pressure of the Buddha's bones has not yet fully achieved the results. The strong wind is still staggering and whistling in the ears, and the mountains are still trembling behind them. Numerous panic screams and screams are shattered by the strong wind. Thousands of white horses are almost going to the sky ... In the end, they did not really take the lead to drown the river bank.

Because the eight hundred miles of mountains and the two thousand miles of river waves are being pulled by countless golden threads, the other end of the golden threads is in the hands of Xuan Mercy.

Xuan Mian, half kneeled in front of Xue Xian.

The influence of the keel has not yet disappeared from Xue Xian. He can't see or hear. He just hangs his hands blankly, as if moving like a stone statue. The dark black robe seems to have been soaked by the tide, but it is actually not. The waves can hit him. The soaked traces are all cold sweat and invisible blood ...

Xuan Mi coughed a few times, but his eyes never moved away from Xue Xian's face. His monk-like robe was always blood-stained red, and his raised fingers glowed with death.

He slowly spread the retrieved long section of true dragon's spine, and pushed Xue Xian into his body a little bit.

Xue Xian's dull eyes finally moved, and a faint light appeared.

However, Xuan Mian raised his hand to cover his eyes. After watching him quietly for a long time, he finally kissed him with a probe.

It was a kiss close to the touch, as light as the fog of the morning, and as heavy as an overwhelming mountain.

Xuan Mi coughed and lowered his eyes, but his palms were still lightly covering Xue Xian's eyes, and then the coughing sound became lower and lower ...

Along with his life, Zu Hong's eyes finally dispersed and he bowed his head weakly.

And Xuan Mian's hand slipped a little bit lifelessly, revealing Xue Xian's red eyes ...