Copper Coins Chapter 17: Silver Medical Bell (3)

"I-" Jiang Shining said hesitantly while speeding up at Xue Xian's urging, "I still feel a little bit wrong."

"What's wrong?" Xue Xian asked while touching his golden beads.

"Travel without authorization and leave the master alone." Jiang Shining replied.

Xue Xian glanced at him angrily: "I said, are you still sleepwalking, you nerd? He is a ghost hunter, and we are both caught. You have seen a prisoner escape and you still have to wait. Call the prisoner?"

"I haven't seen it before." This is true at first glance, Jiang Shining thought about it twice, and couldn't help but say: "But—"

Xue Xian: "No but."

Jiang Shining: "But——"

Xue Xian: "No but."

Jiang Shining tilted his head to look at him helplessly.

Xue Xian put his whole body on the gold beads, and said shamelessly: "That's how I reason."

Jiang Shining: "..."

Ningyang County has a curfew at night. Fences and card rooms have been erected on some of the four-way cross streets. The yamen on duty at night guards the card rooms with wine bags for warming up at night. The four city gates in the south, east, and northwest are closed, and ordinary people who want to go out of the city during this time probably have to get their wings on the ground.

However, the curfew was less troublesome for these two non-human beings.

Jiang Shining's cardboard body showed some advantages at this time. If necessary, it could be pressed into a thin piece.

"Turn east."

"Turn into the alley at the previous intersection against the wall."

"Go straight and turn west."

Xue Xian's pair of tricks are smarter than a dog. He can always see the yamen guards in the shadows from a distance, commanding them confidently and decisively. Jiang Shining has a soft temper again, and was used to it by Xue Xianzhi. As soon as the other party opened his mouth, he was satisfied without thinking too much.

As a result, Jiang Shining believed his evil. After walking for a while, he finally stopped and said with a sad face: "Ancestor, please do well, shut up."

Xue Xian glanced at him: "What? Didn't he walk well, and didn't let the vigils notice."

Jiang Shining said angrily: "Well, I didn't notice it, but I've met at least three times at this silk cloth shop. If I listen to you and go around, I won't be able to leave the city next year."

Xue Xian put his arms around Jin Zhu and said, "Hey—the sky is a little gloomy, so I have to find a place to stay earlier."

Jiang Shining: "..." This is a faceless scumbag.

Without Xue Xian's blind command, Jiang Shining's footsteps were suddenly much faster. Soon he turned away from the place where they had circled three times and walked on the right path.

"This building looks familiar." Xue Xian looked around and felt that this street was very familiar.

Jiang Shining said "um": "You don't recognize the way, we just came here this morning, why did you turn your head and forget it."

After he reminded him, Xue Xian realized that he walked further on the street and turned east from the intersection, and he could see Master Liu's house. It is quiet at night, and if there is some noise somewhere, it sounds much clearer than in the daytime. When they passed by the street, they glanced at the door of the familiar house, and could vaguely hear some small voices in the house, it sounded like a quarrel, or something else, always, it was not peaceful.

Jiang Shining paused slightly.

Xue Xian turned his head and glanced at the Liu family's house, and said, "What? Do you want to see his evil retribution?"

"That's Master Liu's own business, and it has nothing to do with me." Jiang Shining shook his head, and without stopping, he lifted his foot and walked towards the city gate.

It's probably because of the nature of a physician. After all, he still can't watch others suffer, but this is perhaps the clearest difference between him and Master Liu.

There are many mountain forests outside Ningyang County, but most of them are gentle and beautiful, and few are dangerous and steep.

In the early years, because the national teacher was a monk, there were many mountain temples in the mountains and fields of the state capitals, and the incense was flourishing for a time. However, in the past few years, for some reason, the winter is getting earlier and earlier, and even the south has been snowing constantly. It is said that the snow is a good year, but in recent years, the rain has not been abundant, the harvest is not good, and the people's life has become more and more difficult. It is difficult to live on your own, let alone go to the temple to add incense money.

As a result, there are more and more abandoned temples in the mountains, but they have become a temporary resting place for many travelers.

When Jiang Shining took Xue Xian to rest in an abandoned temple on Jiguan Mountain, it was already snowing outside.

As soon as Xue Xian entered the temple, he chose a good position - this shameless evil barrier directly took the dry thatch on the ground, spread it on the base of the Buddha statue, and sat down leaning against the Buddha statue without hesitation. He didn't have to hurry, and naturally he didn't have to maintain the appearance of the paper-skinned man, but changed back to his true appearance.

He was dressed in black, sitting languidly, without bones, with his elbows resting on the lotus pedestal of the Buddha statue, his chin resting loosely with his crooked knuckles, his other hand still twirling his precious Gold beads.

Jiang Shining rubbed his eyebrows, feeling that his brain hurts when he sees this ancestor: "Even if it's an abandoned temple, it's somewhat decent. Can a Buddha statue sit casually?"

Xue Xian casually patted the leg of the Buddha statue: "Give half of it to me, if you don't like it, just squeak."

He also waited seriously for a while, then raised his chin at Jiang Shining: "Look, no squeak."

Jiang Shining: "...you can make trouble as you like, I don't care."

He blew on the ashes in front of the Buddha statue, and asked Xue Xian for a fire stick. While trying to light the damp old candle wick, he had to prevent the flames from tugging at him.

"Where did you get the fire inch stick?" Jiang Shining asked casually after lighting the fire and extinguishing the flame at the end of the fire inch stick.

"It came from the bald donkey's cloth bag before I left." Xue Xian said without blushing.

Jiang Shining was helpless: "This is the first time I saw a prisoner fleeing and dared to take the prisoner's things along."

Xue Xian: "He doesn't lack this either."

As soon as Xuanmin was mentioned, Jiang Shining always felt a little embarrassed. He couldn't help but ask Xue Xian, "Do you really dislike that master? Because he arrested us?"

Xue Xian shook his head.

"Then why are you in such a hurry to get rid of him? Forgive me to tell the truth..." Jiang Shining pointed to himself, and then pointed to Xue Xian, "We can't lift the shoulders with our hands, if we are on the way If you run into some trouble, you will have to bear it. I only carry a medical bell all over my body, which is worthless, but you can't tell about your golden beads, in case someone is staring at--"

Xue Xian held the beads between his fingers and turned them in front of the candle.

There is a reason why he ran out overnight, and the reason is on the golden beads of the real dragon body. Now that his body has not recovered, the connection between him and the gold bead is very vague. Even if he is holding it in his hand, he is almost unaware of the gold bead, as if he was pinching an extremely ordinary bead.

It is different. The abnormal movement under the skin and bones of his waist is very strange, once it can be regarded as an illusion, but twice can not be ignored.

Although Xue Xian still didn't see his serious actions, he was almost certain that Xuan Mercy was not that simple.

He can't feel anything about Jin Zhu at the moment, but Xuan Min is not sure. He took Jin Zhu with him, and the longer he stayed by Xuan Min's side, the more easily Jin Zhu would be influenced by Xuan Min. If the gold beads are abnormal, then he will not want to restore the dragon body.

Besides...

Xue Xian said to Jiang Shining: "His origin is unknown, and his purpose is even more unknown. He doesn't look like a jianghu warlock who makes a living with some money, nor does he look like a serious monk who helps out with compassion and compassion. , I can even sense that he has a cold and hostile air."

Jiang Shining was at a loss: "What is coldness, I can understand what you say."

Xue Xian gave a "tsk", glanced at him, and said with disgust: "To put it bluntly, it is different from ordinary monks. I still couldn't figure out how he was different before, but now that I think about it, it is probably because he is missing. Some kind-hearted spirit of adhering to the admonition. Don't you think that at some point, he even dared to commit the precept of killing?"

"..." Jiang Shining held back for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't think so, but I'm ashamed to say that I'm inexplicably afraid of him."

Xue Xian said angrily, "That's okay, it's a meaning."

Speaking of the unknown origin, Jiang Shining suddenly remembered something: "By the way, did you smell some medicine in that room before?"

"I heard it, I'm still a little puzzled, that bald donkey still drinks medicine?" Xue Xian replied.

"I grew up smelling the smell of medicine, and I'm quite sensitive to it." Jiang Shining thought for a while, and said, "The smell of medicine in that room is a bit familiar, and it's the same as the one who has been in my Jiang family's medical hall for many years. A neighbor's medicine is seven-fold similar."

Xue Xian asked, "What kind of disease does that treat?"

Jiang Shining hesitated for a moment, then said, "Losing the soul."

People who suffer from delusional disorder often have sleepless nights, palpitations and nightmares, and occasionally forget what happened before when they wake up.

"Loss of soul? That bald donkey?" Xue Xian snorted and waved his hand: "Where does he look like he is a little frightened and confused? How is it possible?"

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"It really doesn't look like there is a memory loss, but—" Jiang Shining recalled for a moment, and then said: "As far as I can see, some people with delusional disorder are more obvious because of memory loss or loss of memory. Chaos, when they talk about things, they are somewhat hesitant. I will try my best to bypass the missing parts of my memory, and only talk about what I remember. If I don't get along well, I really don't see any problems."

Xue Xian shrugged when he heard the words: "Even the latter, who is more cautious, won't wander around the streets, right? Since he doesn't want people to notice, he must act cautiously to avoid too much contact with others and reveal clues. Which amnesiac would travel around alone and provoke people and ghosts? That would not be called amnesia but maddened.”

Jiang Shining nodded: "Yes."

"But even if it's not psychosis, that bald donkey has other problems." Xue Xian recalled how Xuan Min suddenly sat down on the table in the middle of his words, and said sternly, "The origin is unclear and I can't see it. People of the deep and shallow, never wandering around aimlessly, he must have a reason for coming to Ningyang County. But after this day, he only did two things that had nothing to do with him - caught us Two, demolished the feng shui formation of the Liu family."

After hearing this, Jiang Shining couldn't help but add: "He even surpassed the old lady of the Liu family. He called out a medical bell for me, took out the gold beads for you, and—"

Before he finished speaking, he stopped. Because of this, Xuan Min's actions seemed even more unclear. It would be fine if it was a little effort, but in fact, these things dragged him down to spend a morning in the Liu family's house, which was time-consuming and laborious. What was he trying to do?

"The meaning in his words earlier seems to be that he intends to send the Buddha to the west and bring your medical bell to your sister." Xue Xian played with the golden beads and added, "I happened to be going to Anqing. However, it’s not thousands of miles away from Ningyang, and it’s separated by a river anyway. If it’s really helpless, it’s too enthusiastic. That bald donkey’s face is icy and snowy and the north wind is blowing, and the word “passionate” is the same. Does it have anything to do with it?"

After speaking, Xue Xian couldn't help but imagined in his mind what the bald donkey would look like when he became enthusiastic.

A moment later, the evil barrier shivered, shaking from the hair to the eyes of the waist, and said expressionlessly: "Help, I'm scared to death."

Jiang Shining: "..."

Although this ancestor looks unreliable, what he said is indeed reasonable. But when it comes to helping people with unclear purpose, Jiang Shining tilted his head to look at him: "On the first day you came to Ningyang County, you didn't do any business, did you just get me a paper body..."

Xue Xian said smoothly, "That's different."

"To be honest, I have never really wanted to understand that there are so many houses in Ningyang County, why do you want to come to my abandoned house?" Jiang Shining shook his head and said, "It's cold and dark and no light, you have such a taste. It is also ingenious, and I really love to find fault for myself.”

"I'm happy, can you stop it?" Xue Xian responded.

When this unspeakable ancestor talked back, he didn't even look at anyone, just admiring his precious pearl.

The candle flame was warm and yellow, reflecting Xue Xian's pale skin a little bit of vitality. Although he squeaked when he opened his mouth, he really had a good-looking skin. The candlelight cast a shadow under his long, thick black eyelashes, and in his lazy half-closed eyes, a bright yellow light was reflected. Jinzhu and the heavy snow outside the door.

There are so many houses in Ningyang County that can keep out the wind and rain, why did I go to the Jiang family medical hall, and I spent a day to get a paper body for this scholar...

Xue Xian can't remember the detailed reasons. His lifespan is much longer than that of ordinary people. If he remembers the details of every day clearly, his dragon head should almost be fried.

He only remembered that one winter, he went to the north for some reason, and happened to pass by Ningyang County on the way back.

It should have been an evening. Ningyang County was under heavy snow that was as rare as tonight. There were few pedestrians on the road. Even the stalls of the taverns and restaurants were closed early, and the whole street was a little empty.

At that time, Xue Xian hadn't been knocked out, and his legs and feet were convenient. His real dragon body is naturally not afraid of cold, and the wind and snow to him are just some winter embellishments. So, he wore a thin black robe and walked unhurriedly in the snow. As a result, as soon as he reached the entrance of an alley, someone grabbed his arm.

Xue Xian has a lonely temperament, and has always disliked being too close with others, and of course he is not used to being pulled by others.

He frowned and turned his head impatiently. He saw a middle-aged man in a gray robe holding him. The man was holding an oil-paper umbrella and a square wooden piece with a cloth **** his shoulder. The box, look at the footprints, came from the alley.

Xue Xian couldn't remember exactly what the middle-aged man looked like, but he only remembered that he had a beard and gave birth to a good-natured person.

As soon as he grabbed Xue Xian, he pointed to the back of his hand and said, "With such a deep wound, if you don't apply medicine or bandage, the skin and flesh will be frozen. In this wet and cold day, it will be frozen for two days, and it will be year after year. Rain and snow will hurt, and you will suffer."

The middle-aged man was a bit rambling, as if he was talking to his younger generation, but he didn't see anything at all. Hearing that, Xue Xian was stunned, and he looked at his hand subconsciously.

The hand that the middle-aged man was dragging was indeed injured. For him, this kind of injury is like a thin skin that is scratched by a branch while walking, and he forgets it in a blink of an eye, and it will be back to normal in two days. But in the eyes of ordinary people, it is really bluffing - after all, it runs across half of the back of the hand, blood coagulates on the edge of the wound, the flesh is everted, and the bone is deeply visible.

The middle-aged man didn't say a word, he dragged Xue Xian who couldn't react quickly, walked a short distance to the alley where he came from, and stopped in front of a red lacquered gate.

It was probably his home, so he raised his hand and pushed open the half-door door. He shouted inside, as if someone's name, and said, "Bring the sleeve stove on my desk."

After he finished speaking, he opened the lid of the wooden box and carefully administered medicine to Xue Xian's injury without a moment's delay.

The people in the room quickly walked to the door and handed out a small copper sleeve stove.

Xue Xian glanced at it, and the person holding the sleeve stove was a middle-aged woman, with a kindness similar to that of a middle-aged man. And behind her, there was a boy who was poking his head, looking about seven or eight years old. When his eyes met Xue Xian, he smiled at him. He also pointedly pointed at Xue Xian's hand and said, "Don't touch the water for two days, especially cold water."

"Go, read your book." The woman turned back to drive him funny, then turned to Xue Xian and said, "It's really not easy to get wet, especially in this kind of weather, you have to be very careful, or you will fall into pain. Root, it will be committed every year from now on."

It's the same as what the middle-aged man said.

"Are you on your way or? Would you like to go into the house to warm up for a while?" The middle-aged man wrapped his hands in fine linen, carefully avoiding the sore spot to tie a knot, and asked kindly.

"No, there are still things to do." Xue Xian replied, paused, and then added a little awkwardly: "Thank you for your work."

"Then take this sleeve furnace with you. This kind of injury should be covered." The middle-aged man couldn't help but stuffed the half-slap-sized sleeve furnace into Xue Xian.

Although Xue Xian is not afraid of cold, he can still distinguish between cold and warm. When the hot sleeve stove was pressed against his palm, he raised his head and glanced at the forehead of the house, which had four words written on it—Jiang's Medical Hall.

One year later, when he passed by Ningyang by chance, he took advantage of no one to notice and entered the Jiang's courtyard in a grand manner. He placed the copper-sleeved stove and a small bag of gold beads on the stone table. left.

This time he went to Ningyang County again, thinking of the Jiang Family Medical Hall, so he planned to take a look on the way, but he saw such a dilapidated scene. The old red lacquered wooden door and the medicine garden in the courtyard have changed beyond recognition, leaving only a lonely ghost like Jiang Shining.

He assisted again.

After all, this world is not all heart-wrenching people like Master Liu.

Xue Xian glanced at the heavy snow outside the house and leaned his back on the Buddha statue.

Jiang Shining asked suddenly, "Before leaving, you asked me to wait by the door. What did you tinker with at the master's table?"

Xue Xian responded lazily and said, "I left something as a thank you for helping me get the gold beads back."

What he left to Xuan Min was nothing but a dragon scale from his original body. After all, it is a part of the body of a real dragon. Although it is not like the flesh and bones of the dead, it is much more expensive than the wild ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum. The bald donkey was ill, although I don't know the reason, but it would be somewhat helpful to have the dragon scales.

The dragon scale is naturally unrecognizable to ordinary people. It looks like a round sheet, the size of an elm coin, with a blue-black luster. It just faintly exudes some special smells, like the damp smell of rain hitting the rocks, and some...unexplainable sweetness, like freshly peeled clear shrimp.

Xue Xian silently opened his eyes and muttered expressionlessly, "I'm a little hungry."

In the upper room on the second floor of Guiyun Residence, Xuan Min was still sitting at the table with his eyes closed, maintaining the posture before Xue Xian left, without moving for a long time.

In front of his desk was a piece of yellow paper. On the paper was the dragon scale left by Xue Xian. The special smell slowly spread out, floated in the air, and floated to the tip of his nose. .

Xuan Min frowned, opened his eyes suddenly, and the spider-like mole on the side of his neck quietly changed back to its original shape.

He glanced down at the table and saw a few big dog-like characters painted on the yellow paper in front of the table: "Elixir, can cure all diseases, believe it or not."

Xuan Min picked up the black disc lying next to the word "Gouji" and glanced at it, then suddenly remembered something, and took out a piece of folded tissue paper from his arms.

He unfolded the paper and smoothed it out, and he saw two words at the beginning: looking for people.

Beside these two words, a black disc happened to be drawn, which is exactly the same as the one on the table.

Looking for someone...

Xuan Min frowned, carefully compared, then folded the tissue paper again and put it away, pinched the sheet that had been left behind, and sat quietly under the candlelight.

Outside the window, the cold wind wrapped in heavy snow, slapping the gatehouse with thin cords.

Whether it is a mountain trail or a narrow street in the city, it is dark, long and far away.