Copper Coins Chapter 7: Gold ingot (3)

Xue Xian was afraid that the bald donkey would be blunt, so he couldn't fully understand its meaning just by pinching it like this, so he took advantage of the fool Liu Chong to look away, and turned it over quietly, letting the paper skin draw the face. Facing upwards, the squinted eyes stared straight at the bald donkey.

After all, the painting is not as vivid as a real person, not to mention that Xue Xian's evaluation of Danqing's level of "acceptable" is beyond the sky, and it is far from being superb. Therefore, this scorpion is less than half of the spirituality of the real person.

Xuan Min was pinched a little hard, so he lowered his eyes coolly. He wanted to warn the wicked barrier of the skin, but who knew that he happened to meet the pair of eyes drawn at the mouth of the dark pocket, and was really caught off guard.

This belly-turned-up appearance, coupled with the expressionless pair of black eyes, has a kind of "dead eyes" attitude.

Xuan Min: "..."

On the way, the demons and ghosts he took on his own initiative were not many, but there were quite a few. Most of them were rebellious before they were accepted, but they were respectful after they were accepted. People like Xue Xian are still restless after being accepted, and don't even consider themselves an outsider. They're still the first to move around for a while.

Xuan Min always felt that the words and deeds of this wicked obstacle were quite "heavy and colorful", and that one person could perform a play.

His eyes closed on the surface of the piece of paper with a touch, and then he stretched out **** and took the piece of paper out of the dark pocket.

Xue Xian: "..." I'm not finished with you!

Xuan Min's fingers really don't look like someone who wanders in the streets and alleys, they are straight and slender, and clean as if they have never been stained with filth. It's not like he grew up in a mountain monk's temple, and of course, it's not like a wild monk, but rather like some pampered princes and nobles.

But at this moment, Xue Xian didn't pay attention, and didn't have the time to pay attention.

Xuan Min pushed an inch towards Liu Chong with the paper between his fingers.

Xue Xian: "..." In the future, I will chase after you to hack! Every day does not set in the morning and evening, and the ground will be chopped!

"This?" Xuan Min asked Liu Chong indifferently.

Xue Xian: "..." If I don't chop your bald donkey into charred skin, I'll change it to "Four-legged worm"!

"Yeah." Liu Chong nodded vigorously, and then showed a somewhat stupid smile.

Xue Xian: "..." You laugh!

Seeing that the fool was about to raise his hand to pick up the piece of paper, Xuan Min shook his head, still looking calm, and said, "No."

You're wise.

Xue Xian, who had been roaring in his heart for a long time, was suddenly relieved. The originally stretched paper skin slumped down instantly, and hung limply on Xuan Min's fingertips, turning from a semi-paralysis to a full-paralysis.

Liu Chong looked at Xuan Min very seriously, and nodded again, but his expression was a little regretful. He doesn't understand the world at all, and he doesn't know what "euphemism" or "concealment" is. Just put the word regret directly on the face.

A foolish person is slower than ordinary people in every move, less dexterous, but more powerful. Staring at people, talking and biting words, or nodding and shaking their heads, are all very hard.

Clumsy, but especially heart-wrenching.

Xue Xian hung between Xuan Min's fingers like rotten noodles, his eyes swept across Liu Chong's face, and he didn't take a second look. He felt that this fool was probably poisonous and could poison people as foolish as him.

That's great fun!

But what makes him secretly amazed is that the bald donkey seems to be more straightforward than this fool, not only completely ignoring the fool's regret, but also unceremoniously lift his foot to enter the fool's house.

Fortunately, before entering the door, the bald donkey reluctantly remembered the word "etiquette and shame", and nodded to the fool.

Xue Xian: "..." If you say one more sentence, you will probably die. If this fool can understand the meaning of nodding, my last name is yours.

Before his sarcastic sneer landed, Liu Chong had already returned to the room one step ahead, and he waved at Xuanmin with a look of joy, "Come in!" Like a child looking for a playmate.

Xue Xian: "..."

He curled his lips with a toothache, thinking that I should just hang on.

This evil obstacle rose and fell in Xuan Min's hands several times, and finally settled down reluctantly.

The half-open door was pushed fully open by Liu Chong, and the scene inside the house fell into the eyes of several people without any cover-the oily yellow paper ingot was far more than what Xue Xian had seen before. Many, not only by the door, but at a glance, there are not even a few places to stay in the whole house.

Master Liu seemed to be in a bad mood. As soon as he saw the appearance of his eldest son in the house, he turned his head with a stern expression. He had no intention of entering the house at all, standing alone a zhang away from the door with his hands behind his back.

He was probably quite tormented. On the one hand, he expected Xuanmin to help him adjust the feng shui of the house, and on the other hand, he wanted to drive out this equally unsophisticated monk.

Anyone who knows how to look at people's eyes will be slightly restrained at this time, so as not to stir up unpleasantness.

But unfortunately this monk doesn't understand.

I don't understand, he doesn't even look at anyone else!

Master Liu was about to die of anger.

Wherever he likes to stand, Xuan Min naturally doesn't care. He even sticks a pole to a place ten feet away, and it doesn't prevent Xuan Min from entering the house.

Liu Chong's house is very rudimentary. It doesn't look like the eldest son of the master's mansion. There was only one Four Immortals table, two wooden chairs, and a small bed compared to Liu Chong's.

The room itself is just a palm-sized place, and the snail house Jing Fei is still pretending to be separated in the middle, dividing the bed, table and chairs into two and a half rooms, which makes it even more cramped.

I don't know what's in the house for a few years, and it's extremely old and dull. The only color is the oily yellow paper ingots piled up here and there.

Xuan Min picked up one with his hands down and flipped it up and down.

Xue Xian, who was hanging between Xuan Min's other finger, was relatively low and had a face-up posture, so he could just see the bottom of the ingot.

I saw three words written on it: Father Xixi.

Xue Xian: "..." What nonsense!

It was only after he scolded that he realized that it was not three words written vertically, but one word: Dad. It's just that this fool's writing is clumsy, and he is extraordinarily divided.

But seeing such an ingot, he suddenly understood why Master Liu didn't have a good face for this son. Writing a living person on a paper ingot is no different from a curse. But looking at Liu Chong's heartless appearance, he knew that he was probably just writing for fun.

But soon, Xue Xian swallowed the thought back.

Because Xuan Min picked up several paper ingots one after another, each ingot was actually written on the bottom, and they were still so naive that they could be divided into several petals.

Xue Xian, who was extremely bored, counted: seven ingots, two father Xixi, three daughters, and two empty ones.

……

What hobby is this?

However, according to the few ingots Xuan Min picked up, Xue Xian could roughly tell the difference: This Liu Chong is stupid, and he actually knows how to classify them. The pile by the door was probably all written by Father Xixi, who wrote to his father, Master Liu. The pile at the table of the Four Immortals was all written to his mother. The unstacked ones scattered on the ground probably haven't had time to write anything.

So...whose is that pile by the bed?

Obviously, Xue Xian wasn't the only one who noticed this. Xuan Min briefly glanced at the piles in the outer room, and then lifted his foot and entered the inner room where the bed was placed.

As soon as he entered the room, Xue Xian choked on the yin qi that rushed towards his face and sneezed.

Liu Chong: "..."? ? ?

He stared at the expressionless Xuan Min for a while, then looked at Xuan Min's hand ignorantly, as if he didn't understand why the sneeze was coming from his fingers.

But neither Xuan Min nor Xue Xian had time to pay attention to Liu Chong's actions. They were all startled by the heavy yin here, and they all looked at the pile of paper ingots beside the bed.

Xuan Min frowned and walked over, picked up an ingot and glanced at it.

This time, it is neither father nor mother written on the bottom, but a large cloud of dizzy ink. It seems to have written something more complicated than "parents", so that it became a blur.

Xuan Min picked up two more, both of which were the same.

However, one of them was relatively less blurry, and Xuan Min could barely make out most of the characters "Liu".

Xuan Min knew very little about Master Liu's family. When he saw this word, he could only think of Master Liu and his two sons, but from the large group of ink, it was neither "Liu Xu". Nor "Liu Chong" or "Liu Jin".

Just as he bent over to pick up another one and take a look, something rolled out of his waist pocket.

The thing called "Ouch", and it just happened to roll on the pile of paper ingots. When it landed, it swelled up like a blown cowhide bag and became a living person.

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The man's skin is pale and his eyes are slightly blue, showing the appearance of a tired scholar. It was none other than Jiang Shining.

He probably didn't think about it, how he suddenly turned from a paper skin into a human, and said blankly: "How did I get down?"

Seeing that Liu Chong, who had not been able to frighten and cry at the side of the big change, Xue Xian stopped pretending and replied, "Because the Yin Qi is too heavy."

After all, ghosts like yin, the reason why Jiang Shining can't move during the day is because the yang energy is too heavy during the day. The Yin Qi in Liu Chong's room was stronger than the old-fashioned flavor of Luan Tomb Mound, so it was naturally cheaper than Jiang Shining.

However, with such a heavy yin qi, it is strange that Liu Chong is still alive and well.

"Then why didn't you get down?" Jiang Shining asked suspiciously.

Xue Xian said angrily: "I'm not talented, I haven't died, and I don't belong to your old man."

"What are you doing with a ripped piece of paper?" Jiang Shining felt that the surnamed Xue was probably sick.

Since it's not a ghost, the body must still be there. Since the body is still there, how much time must be spent to earn the soul and live on a piece of paper? Isn't this sick?

Xue Xian hung on Xuan Min's fingertips and replied lazily, "Can you manage it? If you have time to talk, you might as well get up quickly."

After all, this ill scholar turned into a big living person. The paper-folded ingot couldn't bear any weight at all. It was rolled by him like this, and it was more than half flattened, and Jinshan was instantly razed to the ground.

When he glanced left and right and found out that he was sitting on something, he was so shocked that he hurriedly apologized to Liu Chong: "Sin is guilty."

Just as he was rolling and crawling about to stand up, Liu Chong, who was stunned to the side, finally reacted slowly. When he saw the squashed paper ingots all over the floor, he immediately roared "Ah-", pushed Jiang Shining aside unceremoniously, knelt down on the ground, and carefully folded the squashed paper ingots again. .

The strength of the fool is much greater than that of ordinary people, Jiang Shining's body naturally couldn't stand the push, and immediately rolled around and hit the wooden chest of drawers beside him.

The wooden cabinet was knocked a few inches away, and then hit the wall with a bang.

Jiang Shining was in a state of embarrassment from the fall, and propped himself on the ground in embarrassment. He wanted to get up and make amends for Liu Chong to break the Yuanbao, but as soon as he tried his best, he took a breath of air and suddenly retracted his hand.

I saw a hole in his open palm, which made him grin and frown in pain, but there was no bleeding.

The body made of cardboard is like this, which can make the ghosts walk on the ground and touch the real thing with their hands, like half a living person, but it is also very easy to be injured.

"Why are there still nails under this chest of drawers?" Jiang Shining complained with a gloomy face, then turned his head and whispered in Xue Xian's direction: "Next time... If there is another time, can I not use it? Cardboard, use cowhide instead?"

Xue Xian: "Let's just tear someone's skin."

Jiang Shining: "..."

Xuan Min's face was still calm, but his fingers moved, and he accurately pressed the mouth of Xue, lest this nasty evil barrier would not speak human words as soon as he opened his mouth.

Xue Xian: "..."

"Eh? Strange - there is still a piece of paper strung on the nail." When Jiang Shining got up, he glanced at the ground where the nail broke his hand, and immediately found something strange.

Xuan Min frowned when he heard the words, pulled up the monk robe and squatted down.

I saw a sharp corner standing on the small piece of ground exposed after the chest of drawers was knocked open. Xuan Min tore off a corner of the hem of the monk's robe, and rubbed the sharp corner with his fingers through the torn white linen cloth. After the mud on the surface is removed, the sharp corners will look like—

Judging from the oily yellow skin color, it was a copper nail with three vertical edges on the side.

Since it's covered with such a layer of old mud, this copper nail has been here for two or three years at least, but it hasn't grown at all, and it's still shiny, so it's not an ordinary thing.

The most important thing is that it is also pinned to a piece of paper that does not look the same.

Xuan Min raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, using a white sackcloth to sweep away the thick layer of ash on the piece of paper——

As expected, it was a piece of yellow paper on which complicated pictures were drawn with cinnabar.

Even if you don't understand the content, you know what it is. Jiang Shining was stunned for a moment, then simply pushed the chest of drawers aside, revealing more ground.

On the ground blocked by the chest of drawers, there are three copper nails nailed with yellow symbols, pointing to the southwest, northeast and northwest directions respectively.

"What kind of talisman is this? Longevity and fitness?" Jiang Shining froze for a while beside these paper talismans, feeling a little hot for some reason.

This is strange, after all, since he lived as a lonely ghost, he has never felt "hot" again. He has been draped in the frost and snow all year round, and he has long been used to it. It was so hot all of a sudden, and I felt a little uncomfortable.

So he timidly took two steps to the side.

Xue Xian, who always liked to choke him, was held down on his mouth, unable to open his mouth even if he wanted to.

So he asked this question, but no one answered it for a long time, which was embarrassing.

It wasn't until Xuanmin read the contents of the three spells that he answered lightly: "Feng Shui Bureau."

Xue Xian: "..." It's just nonsense.

The continuous movement in the room made the waiting Master Liu unable to stay still. He stared at the door and wall, and finally couldn't help walking to the door of the house. He rushed inside and said, "Master, did you bump into something? But my stupid son is making trouble?"

He didn't seem to like this room very much. He didn't even take a step in when he was killed. He stood at the door and glanced at the pile of ingots in the room with disgust.

Xuan Min stood up when he heard the sound, raised his foot and stepped over the threshold to the outside, and asked Master Liu, "Who lives in the house on the northwest side?"

Master Liu glanced at the northeast corner in confusion: "That's the house I live in."

Xuan Min glanced at him and said, "Northeast."

Master Liu: "Ah? The Northeast? The Northeast House is where my son Liu Jin lives, the little son who accidentally fell into the well this morning. Master, what are you asking about? Are these two houses out of the way? Question?"

Xuan Min did not answer immediately, but paused for a while before saying, "Have you ever heard of the Bureau of Pumping Rivers into the Sea?"

He didn't show joy or anger on his face, he still had a cold and expressionless look, as if he was just asking something as common as "eat and drink", but Master Liu's face was already white.

He stood outside the door, and his neck stiffened for a long time before he moved his eyes and glanced in the direction of the chest of drawers in the back room. When he saw that the chest of drawers had been moved, his expression turned ugly again: " This, this... I don't hide from you, Master, I've been a little uncomfortable in my body and bones in the past two years, so, so-"

Master Liu hesitated outside the door, and Jiang Shining was no longer there. When Master Liu probed into the question, he took two steps back, just avoiding Master Liu's sight. One is that he, a dead person, suddenly stands in front of someone he knows, and it is easy to get into trouble, and the other is... As soon as he sees Master Liu, his resentment can't stop rushing up.

He remembered the sins his parents had suffered during their lifetime, and he couldn't help but grit his back teeth.

Just as he was standing by the wall to endure his resentment, Liu Chong, who was handling the paper ingot, saw the paper talisman on the ground.

A fool's attention is always easy to be distracted. He stared at the yellow paper talismans for a while, then let go of the paper ingots in his hand, and took two steps to squat in front of the paper talismans.

When a child with a beard has seen something novel, it doesn't matter whether it is clean or dirty, safe or dangerous, he will always touch it with his hands. The fool Liu Chong stayed in such an ignorant age. He stared at the three copper nails for a while, and couldn't help but reached out and touched the tips of the nails.

The end of the shiny copper nails facing upwards was still extremely sharp, as if it had just been polished, and it would not be a problem to blow off the hair, not to mention the thin layer of Liu Chong's skin.

So, the fool touched the blood on his hand.

"Hey - don't move!" When Jiang Shining reacted and wanted to stop it, it was already a step too late.

Blood slid down the copper nails and seeped into the yellow paper.

Liu Chong was stunned by his shouting, and raised his head blankly.

For a moment, Jiang Shining felt that the whole old house was eerily quiet, and it seemed that even the cold wind that was constantly beating against the walls had suddenly stopped.

Lonely Ghost is probably more sensitive than real people. He just feels that there is no breath around him, and it is almost eerily calm.

Xuan Min, who was standing by the door and facing Master Liu, suddenly raised his eyebrows and glanced upwards.

The wind is silent and the clouds are silent.

The entire Liu family mansion suddenly became silent...

This strange silence didn't last long, just a few blinks of an eye, and the wind suddenly rang again, "wheezing and sobbing", completely different from the previous one, inexplicably a little resentful.

After a few back and forth, the whimpering and sobbing of the wind became louder and louder.

In this strange wind sound like howling and howling, something suddenly made a "hum--" sound.

It's like the tail tone of the golden weapon, but it's slightly different.

Xue Xian, who was drooping between Xuan Min's fingers, tensed up instantly. This voiceless voice might be a little difficult for others to distinguish, but he could hear it very clearly.

Because it sounds like something he's looking for.

Northeast!

Xue Xian reluctantly raised his face and looked in that direction.

The bald donkey asked just now, who lives in the northeast house?

Xue Xian was thinking about it, but the strange sound merged with the howling wind, and it suddenly became severe. At that moment, everyone present felt that someone had hit the back of the head with a sap, their ears buzzed, their eyes darkened, and they lost their minds.