Copper Coins Chapter 48: The Great Man (3)

That was the scene of Meng Xia before he was cramped on the coast of Huameng County - countless thin golden threads shrouded from somewhere in the sky, one by one or running through his body, Nail it to the ground, or wrap it around the scales, and bind it tightly, like a huge cage.

The golden thread is as fine as hair, and even if it runs through the body, no blood will flow out for a while, because the wound is too small. But no bleeding doesn't mean no pain, those golden threads don't know where they came from, the roots are burning, the bones inside the body are burning, the skin is burning outside the body, a little movement, all parts of the body are not spared, that taste. It is a million times more painful than ten thousand ants eating the heart.

What is Xue Xian's temperament? When he wanted to move, even if ten thousand arrows pierced his heart and pinned him to the ground, he could pull them out one by one, one by one, regardless of the severe pain, and then screwed the other person's head off.

After all, the pain of flesh was never something that could stop him.

The reason why he didn't forcibly break free that day was because it happened to be a once-in-a-hundred-year robbery.

There are big and small tribulations, but most of them are thunder tribulations.

For Xue Xian, thunder tribulation is probably the most fearless. When a real dragon goes out to sea, when is it not accompanied by Yunlei? At least in terms of momentum, he has long been surprised, and no matter how terrifying thunder strikes him in front of his eyes, he can watch it without even blinking.

Ordinary cloud and thunder generally can't hit him. After all, the thunder is often caused by himself. Even if it hits, it won't hurt him. However, the thunder of the robbery period is still somewhat different. Not only did he not avoid him, but he chased and slashed, and fell on him one after another, seeing the blood one after another. The skin is open and the flesh is the lightest, and the pain of damage to the true spirit is called life rather than death. If the Taoism is not enough, the true spirit can be directly split, and the whole person will be turned into dust and mud on the spot.

In order to save their lives, most people who are usually robbed will do everything possible to add more barriers to themselves. In short, the Eight Immortals cross the sea and show their magical powers. But Xue Xian couldn't, because his every move was related to the rivers, lakes and seas in the world, and his tumult meant that the rivers, lakes and seas would not be peaceful. On weekdays, there are occasional floods, and at that time it was hanging on the tip of a needle, and the city was full of oceans if you were not careful.

So Xue Xian usually returns to the dragon shape when he is robbed, because the dragon shape is huge, and there are enough places to open the flesh.

When he encounters Xiao Jie, he is too lazy to move, so he will randomly find an uninhabited desert island, hang himself horizontally on it, and follow the thunder of the day. After splitting, he took advantage of the situation and slept there, and when the flesh on his body recovered and the blood flow was no longer continuous, he would slide into the seabed, raise a true spirit, and then go out to be a demon.

But when it comes to catastrophe, he can't be so casual. After all, the thunder of the catastrophe is not something that ordinary places can withstand. If it hits a deserted island directly, in a few strokes, the entire deserted island can be smashed and sunk into the sea. More disaster.

In order to prevent the thunder of the catastrophe from falling to the ground because of him, when he should be robbed, he simply vacated the sky and wrapped himself in a thick black cloud. One after another, the mighty Xuan Lei descended from the nine heavens, stopped in the black cloud, and only slashed at him. In the human world, although the sound is frightening, it does not hurt anything, and it is not dangerous.

That time in Meng Xia this year, Xue Xian encountered a catastrophe.

But that catastrophe was more difficult than before, so that after the catastrophe, his true spirit was severely damaged, and it was difficult to stay in the cloud, and he fell straight to the beach.

The trauma of the true spirit can cause confusion and inability to wake up. So when the thousands of golden threads tied him firmly and pinned him to the ground, he was reluctant to even open his eyes, let alone see who the other party was or break free. Even for a long time after that, he couldn't even remember those scenes, only some bits and pieces like a dream.

It was just a shock in my mind at this time, maybe it was a coincidence or maybe it was something else, this forgotten scene flashed by, leaving Xue Xian stunned for a while - at the end of the fine golden thread , There is a vague figure, who seems to be wearing white clothes, but there are too many occlusions, and the appearance cannot be seen clearly, only the general outline.

Looking at the outline alone, the man is a little tall and thin, his robes were blown up and down by the wind, and there were also filaments flying around on the side of his face, which should be hair that was scattered by the blowing.

Just...

Still a bit unspeakably weird.

The buzzing in his head subsided, and Xue Xian finally got out of that scene.

"What's wrong with you? You, you wake up—"

As soon as he recovered his five senses, he heard a female voice ringing in his ear, her tone anxious and full of worry.

"Miss Xingzi, don't shake it. If you shake your head again, it will fall off..." Xue Xian pinched the center of his eyebrows and started talking nonsense before he even opened his eyes.

"Awake?!" Xingzi exclaimed in surprise, and only then did she realize that she was panicking and grabbed Xue Xian's shoulder directly. She shrank her hand as if touching the core of the fire, and withdrew embarrassingly to the side, explaining: "Just now, you suddenly lost consciousness, and you couldn't even detect your breath, which startled us, and when I was in a hurry, I just... ..."

Xue Xian raised his eyebrows and finally opened his eyes lazily. He half-squinted his eyes and touched his people, and said, "You're going to pinch me?"

Xingzi leaned against the wall of the carriage, looking at the roof with broken jars, quite a feeling of grievance that could not be washed away by jumping into the Yellow River: "Ang, I pinch people."

"Thank you, thank you." Xue Xian tilted his head and smiled at her, and then withdrew his expression and looked towards the deserted village.

"Huh?" I didn't expect to be thanked, Xingzi's face turned red, and she waved her hands again and again, "No need to work, just wake up."

Of course, Xue Xian didn't listen to what he said later. His eyes were fixed on a certain place in the deserted village, and he wondered why there was no trace of Xuanci.

"That bald donkey..." He just said a few words, but he felt that it was inappropriate to call Xuan Min like that in front of outsiders, so he coughed and said in a more serious tone, "I just closed my eyes just now. How long has it been? What happened after the monk entered the village?"

"What's going on?" Xingzi shook his head with a worried look on his face, "I have a cup of tea, but I didn't hear anything, we... Should we go in and look for it?"

Perhaps it was the ability of the three mortals in the car that was so terrified that Xue Xian and the others arranged their arrangements, and the three of them listened obediently. come out. It's just that after all, the time for a cup of tea has passed, and who can tell what danger will happen during this time.

Xue Xian frowned when he heard this, stretched out his hand and flicked his waist, and said, "Bookworm, why are you silent for a long time?"

This group of mortals have already gone to heaven, are they afraid of hell? So he looked for Jiang Shining without any scruples.

But it's strange, since the elder sister and brother-in-law were kidnapped into this ghostly deserted village, Jiang Shining didn't even probe his head, he really didn't look like him.

"Nerd?"

“…”

"Jiang Shining?"

“…”

As soon as the name came out, Uncle Chen, Sister Chen and Xingzi, who were anxious and restless in the car, suddenly looked over.

"Young Master Jiang...you called Young Master Jiang just now?" Sister Chen asked with a trembling voice.

Xue Xian casually said "um", opened his pockets in confusion and glanced at it.

Great, empty.

Jiang Shining has long since disappeared.

Xue Xian looked up at the deserted village with an expressionless face - Jiang Shining, the idiot, couldn't help it, and ran away with Xuan Min while the chaos was running.

The sky gradually brightened. In the early morning, the water vapor was heavy, cold and humid, and the whole village was shrouded in a vast white fog. Only the outlines of some barren houses could be seen, dark and shadowy.

"Where's Lu Twenty-seven?" Xue Xian asked without looking back.

In the carriage, Lu Twenqi quietly replied: "Where are you, what's the matter, tell me."

His tone sounded rather helpless, just because he was being sandwiched between two big quails, the shivering Uncle Chen on the left, and the grumbling sister-in-law on the right. The couple probably regarded him as a god, so they didn't dare to touch Xue Xian, so they huddled beside him, thinking it would be more reassuring.

"Can you figure out what that bald... Xuanmin is doing now?" Xue Xian stared at the mist and asked.

"I can try it." Lu Twenqi paused, then said, "But I have to find something that the monk just touched."

Just as Xue Xian was about to speak, Lu Twenqi added: "The carriage is too big to use."

"..." Xue Xian stopped after hearing this, thought for a moment in silence, then turned his head and stretched out a paw into the car, "Can I use my hand?"

Lu Twenty-seven: "..."

Apricot: "..."

It's not quite right anyway...and it may not be right.

"You can't do a living thing, you can only detect a dead thing." Lu Twenqi was never afraid of Xue Xian, nor was he afraid of being beaten, he said without hesitation: "If you sacrifice, I'll do the math. "

Xue Xian sneered and turned around to ignore him.

At this time, there was a quarrel in a large house in the already deserted Wen Village.

This is a small two-story building with two buildings in the front and the back, connected by a long corridor, forming a square courtyard. I don't know what was planted in the courtyard. At this time, only half-height vines are left. Weeds, and an old dead tree. The windows of all the rooms are rotten, the paper has long been torn, and the wind in the hall is whimpering and crying non-stop, making one's scalp numb.

The quarrel came from the east room on the first floor of the front building, which was the only room without wind.

"Didn't you say it's right to listen to you?! Now that's it, I can't even walk out!" A hoarse man's voice sounded, his voice full of complaints.

"Otherwise? Continue to walk forward, are Uncle Liu, Scissors and Little Rock still alive?!" Another voice replied, "Anyway, there is a room here to keep out the rain. You picked up the fungus this morning. Why didn't you open your mouth to complain?!"

At this time, there are several people dressed as beggars in the east room. They are all unkempt, and it is not when the clothes are put on. They have never been washed, and they exude a sour smell. It's just that in this room, this smell is not the only one, in this sour and rotten smell, there is also a strong **** smell.

The man with the hoarse voice stopped his hands abruptly at his wrists. He had no palms.

There is a fire in front of the broken hand, and a broken casserole is on the wooden branch above the fire, which is bubbling. Broken hand muttered a few words, then picked up the wild vegetable leaves piled on the side with his wrist, and threw them into the pot, "What if there is something to eat, I don't know if I can keep it after eating..."

"Anyway, if you don't eat it, you won't survive. Cook your soup!" It was always the same person who answered his words. The person's face was covered with terrible scars. There was only one eyeball in the two eye sockets. One eyelid was glued together, and there was no bulge, maybe even the eyeballs were gone.

Around the two quarreling people, there were still beggars sitting in a circle, either missing an arm or a broken leg, and there were four or five good hands and feet who kept gesturing blindly, probably either deaf or dumb .

There is a wooden bed behind them. There are three people lying on the bed, one old and two young, exactly what One Eye calls "Uncle Liu, Scissors, and Little Rock". They were covered with quilts that had long been torn, with a faint musty smell, but it was a bedding anyway.

The three lying down were breathing heavily, and all seemed to have a fever. Their faces were ashen, and their faces were abnormally red. Their lips were blistered, and there were many cracks. A few pieces of good skin, covered with large festering wounds.

The strong smell of blood emanated from these three people.

In the corner of this room, there is still a man and a woman sitting curled up. They are young, with gentle facial features and beautiful temperaments. Although the coats they wore were plain and ordinary, they were not broken or moldy. Although their hair was a little messy, they still seemed out of place among this group of beggars.

The man and woman are Jiang Shining's sister Jiang Shijing and her brother-in-law Fang Cheng.

"A Ying..." Fang Cheng tilted his head and asked his wife in a low voice, "Where is the injury?"

They have known each other since childhood, so Fang Cheng has always liked to call his wife by his nickname.

Jiang Shijing shook her head, "How about you?"

"I'm fine. Don't be afraid, they don't look like they want to kill us or rob us." Fang Cheng whispered, "It's like..."

Both their eyes fell on the bed on which the person was lying.

After the beggars robbed them, they untied the hemp rope wrapped around their bodies, leaving only the piece on their wrists, and said in a rough voice, "We can't do anything about it either."

Just as they were about to elaborate, some... very strange sounds suddenly appeared in the room.

It seems that someone is coming downstairs slowly, walking heavily, and it sounds like he is not in good health or is old.

At that time, those beggars were stunned for a moment, then they looked at each other in dismay, and one person even raised his hand to count the number of people: "Five, six... seven, plus Uncle Liu and the other three, it is ten, just right, It's all there."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the beggars changed, and they were a little startled immediately - everyone was in the room, so who was the one walking slowly on the stairs? !

A daring beggar spat out "playing a ghost" and went out of the house, intending to see who was going downstairs, but he disappeared completely until the footsteps disappeared and there was no more appeared.

The other two beggars teamed up to look for him. It is said that they searched up and down the front and back of the building, but they did not see the missing one, but it was foggy in the village, so thick that even the house next door was foggy. Can't see or touch.

This bizarre scene reminded the beggars of the legend about the haunted Wen Village. They were so terrified that they sat in a circle around the fire, and no one dared to go out.

"Would the two doctors drink this mushroom and wild vegetable soup, you won't be able to go back for a while." The one-eyed turned to Fang Cheng and Jiang Shijing and said, "Drink some soup to warm your hands, just be A few of our brothers apologize to you. You adults don't remember the villain's deeds. Let's check the pulse of Uncle Liu and the others. They are covered with sores. , I came up with this bad idea."

"Although we can't live as individuals, we're also afraid of death." Broken Hand continued his words, "But we can't make money, we can't hire a doctor, and we can't get medicine, so we can only be a bandit once. ..."

Sure enough, as they guessed.

Fang Cheng shook his head and said: "In the past two years, there have been many disasters. There have been several famines and famines. It is inevitable that life will be a bit more difficult. If you can't pay the money, you can't pay. If I really dig so little money and refuse to give any medicinal materials, my wife will definitely be the first to refuse. It's just..."

He looked at the one-eyed and said, "It's too much to **** people with their heads indiscriminately on the street. With the strength to catch people, what can't you do?"

"We also want to make a living, but no one wants to." Broken Hand raised his wrist, "If we don't say anything else, it's definitely not as good as a good worker, willing to hire We are basically doing good deeds like this. In these troubled years, we can’t live fully, so how can we spare our energy to do good deeds.”

"No one is willing to ask for it?" Fang Cheng said angrily, "Have you asked me if I wanted it before you arrested me? If you asked, 'I can't pay the money, can I do it with work', why would you do it? Know I won't say yes?"

I wanted to speak after I broke my hand, but as soon as I opened my mouth, the sound of footsteps slowly going downstairs rang out again.

Everyone in the room was shocked and didn't dare to move.

"Dog, you are the closest to the door, close the door quickly!" One Eye said in a low voice.

A young boy with a broken arm jumped up, ran over to close the door like a bird in shock, and swooped back to the fire, staring at the closed door in horror.

"I heard it, just heard it——" The one-legged beggar next to Gouzi moved to the side with his palm on the ground, and said softly, "This Wen village is haunted every year, it is said that every winter At the end of the month, there will be a sudden sound of opera in the deserted village, gongs and drums and clappers will be spread far and wide at night, and there will be babbling operas... oh, don't mention how scary it is."

"Yes, yes, and also, I also said that sometimes I accidentally entered the village, and when it was foggy, I couldn't get out of it."

"You can also hear people coughing, clapping, or laughing..."

The beggar was talking all over the place, frightened himself enough, gathered together and shivered, was interrupted by the one-eyed blue face, and made a silent gesture to signal everyone to shut up.

The sound of slow footsteps seemed to come out of a room upstairs, down the stairs again, and walked a few steps in the hall, seemingly sitting down on a chair. After a few moments, he seemed to stand up again and walked slowly and procrastinously again.

The footsteps approached the east room little by little, becoming more and more clear, and finally stopped outside the east room door.

The scalps of everyone in the room exploded, staring at the door in silence. The door is already rotten, and even if it is locked, it is estimated that it will collapse with two pushes, which really does not help.

Just as they were so frightened that their faces turned pale, a few coughs suddenly sounded outside the door. The coughing sound was very vague, like a serious illness. After coughing, he gasped twice, and then shuffled towards the opposite room again.

Call...

Everyone in the room let out a sigh of relief.

However, the opposite house creaked and closed again, and footsteps slowly moved towards the east house again.

When the beggars were so frightened by the footsteps that their faces turned pale and cold sweat broke out, the people in the carriage beside the monument in Wencun were relieved at the same time-because they saw a figure appearing in the thick fog, white The monk's robe almost merged with the white mist, and it flew up and down in the cold wind.

"Master! Master is out!" Xingzi shouted, Uncle Chen Chen who was in the car quickly let go of Lu Twenqi, climbed to the door of the car, and looked at it, "Where are the young master and young lady? Are you back too? ?"

They stared at Xuan Min's figure in the mist, but were disappointed to find that there was no second person by Xuan Min's side.

On the other hand, Xue Xian frowned slightly as he looked at Xuan Min's silhouette.

Xuan Min quickly passed through the thick fog and walked to the carriage.

"Master, didn't you find our young master and young lady?" Sister Chen and the others panicked and asked anxiously.

Xuan Min said: "I found the location, but I can't get close."

"Can't get close?"

Xuan Min gave a "hmm" and said again: "But—"

Before he finished speaking, Sister Chen and the others threw a plop and sat down, their eyes were red and they were about to cry.

Xue Xian squinted silently and looked up and down at Xuan Min, and asked without end, "When did you shave your hair to become a monk?"

Xuan Min turned to look at him, obviously not understanding why he suddenly asked such a sentence, "Since childhood, why?"

"Are you sure?" Xue Xian's tone was neither cold nor warm, nor did he reveal any emotion, "Don't you remember the past?"

Why did he suddenly ask this question?

Just because the moment Xuanmin walked out of the fog just now, the silhouette of the figure was actually somewhat similar to the figure at the end of the golden thread - the same white robes that were flying over, the same slender figure, the same extraordinary figure Ability...

The only difference is probably that there is a shadow of hair around the face on the other end of the gold thread.