Copper Coins Chapter 26: Bone (3)

This round thing spit out a pool of water without a word, and it was about to spread to the soles of Xuan Min's feet. He stared at the bead, clearly still expressionless, but revealed an indescribable meaning: "Do you want to spit back this pool of water?"

Xue Xian ignored him, still gurgling in the water, rather unlovable.

"And then you're going to soak in the water you spit out?" Xuan Min lifted his lips and said neither salty nor indifferent.

Xue Xian: "..."

Jinzhu stopped immediately.

After a while, Xue Xian said quietly: "You are really disgusting..."

"I'm not talented, I won't be rewarded." Xuan Min looked away lightly, raised his feet and walked towards the nearby stone statues.

Xue Xian hesitated for a while, then rolled over and followed his feet, "You pick me up first, I'm dizzy."

Xuan Min glanced at the glowing water marks on his body: "Wait until the corpse water on your body is dry."

"..." Xue Xian froze on the spot for a moment, and said angrily: "If you are so disgusting with me, I will chase you and vomit, do you believe it or not?!"

"Trust." Xuan Min stopped, looked down at him rather unbearably, and finally picked him up. It's just that he threw it into the dark bag as soon as he started, as if he didn't want to touch it for a moment.

"You have the face to dislike me?" Xue Xian said earnestly in the dark pocket, "Aren't you soaked in water and soaked?"

Xuan Min took a step and made an incision on his fingertips, squeezed out a string of blood beads without any hesitation, and drew a seemingly simple rune on his palm. In an instant, all the water around him was squeezed clean, and not a drop was left. The thin linen monk clothes were dry in an instant, as light as clouds and snow, and even Xue Xian had no trace of water left. .

Xue Xian was quite satisfied with the achievement of his goal.

What made him even more satisfied was that the position of Xuan Min's waist seemed to help his digestion, and he could clearly feel that the things he had sucked in from the black soil were merging with the gold beads little by little.

When he was unconscious before, he sucked it in without even seeing what was buried under the black soil. Now, when they were commingling, he could feel something - what was buried under the black soil. Buried should be a part of his body, or blood, or several vertebrae, or a piece of dragon tendon.

Not much and not complete. But when it slowly melted into the gold beads, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction, so that he suddenly felt that the spine that had been empty for more than half a year finally began to feel some touch and warmth.

Whether it is nourishing the spirit, nourishing the spirit or nourishing the bones and flesh, there must be a starting point. Just like planting flowers and trees, there is always a seed.

Xue Xian spent more than half a year refining the gas transformation, barely pulling a line on the spine, so that his upper body could move like a normal person. After all, qi is different from bone, and what is empty is not real. This time, he really had the feeling of planting a seed.

Xuan Min didn't know what Xue Xian was thinking about in his secret pocket, as long as he didn't act like a demon.

There are too many stone statues lying across the stone bricks of the pool. It is impossible for him to check them all. He only picks the damaged ones.

The appearance of these stone statues is not static. In fact, he saw a dozen or so, and there are three appearances. One is glaring and round, one is crying with upside-down eyebrows, and one is tall and wide-nosed. Mouth grinning. And the bodies wrapped in these three kinds of stone statues are also different.

In the stone statues with angry faces, the corpses are missing their heads; in the stone statues with sad faces, the corpses are missing both feet, and in the smiling stone statues, the corpses are missing their hands.

"Do you see anything?" Xue Xian asked, "What are these stone statues wrapped in corpses for? They look very sinister."

Xuan Min frowned and said, "I know a little."

Xue Xian's tone was rather puzzled: "Why do you know everything?"

Xuan Min said lightly: "Maybe I have seen it in the book before and left some impressions."

These hundreds of stone statues are not just casually made to be buried with them. There must be a purpose in doing so. In this kind of place, things related to the three always have some fame. Although Xuan Min couldn't remember where he saw it, he did remember such a statement—

It is said that there is a feng shui formation for changing the Universiade, which is called the Bai Shi push flow bureau. If you do it well, you can avoid natural disasters* and ensure a hundred years of success. It is an excellent bureau with excellent results. The only problem is that it is too sinister. Can't get that hand off.

Because of this one-hundred-person push-flow game, it took three hundred lives.

One hundred evil generals, one hundred miserable people, and one hundred traitors.

The stone statues with different faces are exactly the same: the angry faces are the evil generals, the mourning faces are the miserable people, and the grinning is the traitor.

"Three hundred people..." Xue Xian was taken aback by this mighty evil formation, "It's really tossing, mortals are no worse than me when it comes to being a demon. Where do these three hundred people go? This is not a small number. Even if it is cut in half, it will cause some commotion, right? Hundreds of people have disappeared, even the blind should be aware of it.”

While he was talking, something fell from the stone statue Xuan Min was looking at. Listening to the tone, most of it is a copper sheet iron or something.

After all, it was something carried on the corpse. Not to mention, it was stained with some rotten pickles. Xuan Min frowned, and couldn't help tearing a small piece of white linen from the hem.

Xue Xian sneered when he heard the sound: "If you continue to tear it down like this, this monk's robe should be shortened."

Of course, this is an exaggeration. Xuanmin's robe is only dust-free, but it is actually quite long, covering almost all of his feet. When walking, it almost touched the ground, but it was always separated by such a small distance. And every time he ripped it off like this, it was not even half a slap. Even if he ripped it seventeen or eight times, it wouldn't necessarily be much shorter.

But Xue Xian just couldn't keep his mouth shut and wanted to provoke him from time to time.

Across the white sackcloth, Xuan Min picked up the falling object in his hand, and looked at it carefully against a little light.

It was a small piece of iron with a beast head carved on one side and a name on the other side, but the side with the words was painted over with a knife edge, so it was full of nicks, so it was hard to read the original. Character.

Seeing that Xuanmin was ignoring him, Xue Xian silently squeezed out a nod from his dark pocket while the bald donkey was squatting: "Hey—this thing looks familiar."

"Have you seen it?" Xuan Min wanted to press him back, but after hearing this, he temporarily put his hand away and handed the iron sheet to him.

"I remember." Xue Xian said, "On the way to Wolong County, there are many abandoned temples in the mountains. We picked up one when we were resting in it. There are still bloodstains left in the temple. I guess there are After a fight. Later, in front of the city gate of Wolong County, the nerd and I picked up another one at the foot of the city gate."

Such a thing of the same style is obviously made uniformly, mostly from the military.

All soldiers and generals in the army are walking on the road of life and death, but those who have actually fought, all have human blood on the tip of their knives. It's just that the officers and generals in the army are strictly controlled, how could it be possible that there were a hundred people suddenly missing and not yet reported?

Xue Xian has only been wandering in the market for the past six months. He knows very little about the army, but Xuan Min has heard a little about it.

Everyone in the army has such an iron card, which is convenient for compiling the head book at one time, and convenient for interrogation. This iron plate will replace the corpse, and the fallen leaves will return to their roots.

If you don't die in battle, but you get sick at the end of your life, have broken hands or feet, or are seriously injured, and you can't go on the battlefield, you will retire. The iron plate will not be taken back, but the name engraved on the iron plate will be erased.

"Where did you hear this?" Xue Xian asked with his face raised.

Xuan Min was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I forgot, maybe I heard people talk about it at the corner and alley."

Xue Xian felt that this bald donkey was also a strange person. Judging from the spider mole, he was probably sick. Judging from the fact that he opened his eyes and didn't recognize people, it seemed that he was ill. But it is unimaginable that such an unlucky monk who is suspected of having a psychosis and who is always holding the air of a cold eminent monk who refuses people thousands of miles away can actually mix up so much information in the market.

Xue Xian asked: "Do you look like someone who can speak and chat?"

Xue Xian replied: "Not like that."

Xuan Min's face remained unchanged, and he stretched out his fingers to his chubby head... or maybe his body, but whatever, he pressed it back into his bag.

"Sha generals are those soldiers who are old or wounded. What are the poor people and traitors?" Xue Xian muttered again when he was pushed in.

"It's beggars and bandits."

It wasn't Xuan Min who answered him, but another slightly calmer voice.

Xuan Min turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw that Lu Shijiu and Old Man Liu woke up at some point and were walking towards this side.

It goes without saying that the old man Liu's body is weaker than Jiang Shining. How did he wake up so quickly? You know, whether it's the whirlpool's drag or the force of hitting the bottom of the pool, it's enough to hurt people all over, but these two have no new injuries at all.

What they looked like when they met behind Shimen before, and what they look like now. Even to the extent that his clothes were soaked in water, some of the bruises on his body had not changed in the slightest.

Xuan Min swept them up and down, and didn't say anything. He just looked at the remaining hundred or so stone statues and asked, "How do you know?"

Lu Nineteen lifted the wooden branch in his hand, moved his fingers, and said, "I can see and count, I just touched a few nearby."

"These soldiers were intercepted halfway back to their hometown." He said quietly: "It's actually quite easy to get rid of such soldiers. He turned around and said that he had already died in battle, and his body could not be found, so he went If it can be dismissed, it will not cause suspicion.”

As for the beggars and refugees...one more and one less, maybe no one has noticed at all. The mountain bandits can say it better. In the eyes of the surrounding people, it is best to be cleaned up. As for whether they were sent to prison or beheaded, and where they were sent, naturally no one will ask more.

All three are ready, and the game is set.

Lu Jiujin's blind eyes are much more useful than ordinary people at this time. He turned around and swept around, raising his finger and pointing to two places: "There is something."

Xuan Min heard the words, walked over, and picked a piece of stone from each of the two pool walls. Just by touching it with his fingers, he could feel the runes carved on the stone piece. Xuan Min held it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a moment, then frowned, "Something familiar."

"What is familiar?" Xue Xian asked.

Xuan Min: "The rune seems to have been seen elsewhere."

But the light in this tomb is too dim, no matter how you look at it, you can only see a rough outline.

While he was looking at the stone flakes, Lu Shijiu, who was beside him, turned his head to look at Lu Twenqi, who was dizzy not far away, and suddenly said to Xuanmin: "Twenty-seven he..."

Xuan Min hesitated to hear his tone, and said without raising his head: "He seems to be particularly afraid of water."

Xue Xian in the dark pocket heard the words lazily: "Yeah, during the time when I was dizzy, I couldn't notice anything else, and I heard him howling at the top of his throat."

Lu Shijiu lowered his eyes: "It's my fault."