Copper Coins Chapter 70: Passers-by (1)

The voices of the people in the village continued, and it sounded like a swarm of ants, buzzing constantly. Several relatively sharp voices stand out—

"The ghost bird! The ghost bird is here—"

"Why did the ghost bird come to our village? Could it be that someone is unlucky?"

"It's over, it's going to die, ah ah ah ah-"

"The dead should be safe, but there must be some misfortune!"

The so-called ghost bird is not a rare thing, it is the black bird that is suspected to have been raised by Xuan Min in the dustpan mountain all the year round. It is probably because of the thick fog and miasma of Dustpan Mountain all year round, and the sound is so unique that it was demonized by the people of the village at the foot of the mountain.

As if the black bird was a winged broom star, if it turned around a few more times, the whole village would have blood and bad luck.

"Hey—" The faint sigh sounded again, causing Xue Xian's mouth to twitch. To others, this sigh might just be a little panicky, but to him it was not the same. After all, when he was promiscuous, this sigh passed through the thick fog and kept singing in harmony with his own panting.

This is rather embarrassing.

When Xue Xian heard this voice, his brain hurt, his cheeks were sore, his hands were itchy, he wanted to kill birds and eat people.

Unfortunately, the black bird seemed to be an adult. After circling around the village for a few times, he didn't know what kind of trick he had, but he dived straight towards Xue Xian and the others.

Fortunately, the three of them had not yet walked into the depths of the village, otherwise the surroundings would be a mess.

The black bird was ignorant at all. It circled around the two of them, stopped firmly on Xuan Min's shoulder, and gave a soft "bang" at Xuan Min, as if acting like a spoiled child .

It's good, the people in the village looked at this place and screamed even worse——

"Ghost bird! It's really a ghost bird, look, it's stopped in mid-air!"

"Yes, yes, it's like there's something there to make it stop, but there's nothing there, how can it stop??"

Originally, I used a blinding method to enter the village quietly, but when they were mixed up by this stupid bird, the three of them seemed to be parading in the streets. The rumors that "ghost birds are not easy to mess with", I am afraid that they have been poked with brooms and nails.

But this stupid bird didn't stop. It didn't seem to be afraid of strangers at all. It tilted its head and looked at the villagers not far away with interest. When they were trembling with fear, it added another voice: "Hey—"

After twists and turns, the ending sound is still trembling, let alone beating.

Xue Xian was very sensitive to this voice, and without saying a word, he urged the bird master to seal a gag sign for this unfortunate thing.

Blackbird: "..."

It seemed to be at odds with Xue Xian by nature. Its black bean eyes stared at a certain dragon that was blowing the wind, and it blew up all its hair. It stretched its neck and was about to peck at him with its sharp beak.

Xue Xian was in arrears, and immediately moved his two fingers, grabbed the pale yellow bird's beak, pulled it in front of him, and said quietly: "When I have nothing to do, I like to catch a pocket. Birds are roasted and eaten. I don’t care much in this wild country, it doesn’t matter if they are raw or cooked, they can put their mouths down when they are plucked.”

Blackbird: "..."

The black bird, threatened by life and death, froze for a while, carefully shaking his head and pulling his sharp beak out of Xue Xian's fingers, and then looked at Xuan Min with two tears in his eyes.

When Xue Xian saw that this little flat-haired beast knew how to file a complaint, he immediately raised his eyes and looked at Xuan Min.

Xuan Min: "..."

Dangtang is a dragon, and he is so idle that he pecks at each other with a bird.

Xuan Min probably didn't expect to encounter such a double-sided attack, and was rather speechless.

Xue Xian didn't really want to compete with this bastard, he just used this pretext to pull the slightly weird atmosphere between him and Xuan Min to the right path. Min didn't even say a word, he was more taciturn than ever.

But he just stared at Xuan Min for a while when he saw Xuan Min glance at him and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Xuan Min's palm was not soft. Because of his thinness, the bones of his fingers pressed against Xue Xian's eyebrows and the bridge of his nose. I don't know to what extent his dust-removing spell has become proficient. Even though he was sweating profusely all night in the bamboo building, his hands were still dry and clean, and he even carried the grass and trees of the wild forest. And warm.

Xue Xian felt that he had just reached out and dug a grave. He wanted to bring that weird feeling back to the right path, but Xuan Min blindly covered his eyes, which made it even more strange...

Actually, when he was a paper-skin man, he was not less often covered by Xuan Min's face and covered his eyes. His original intention was to say "out of sight is pure", but in a different form, the taste changed a bit.

I don't know what Xuanmin did to the black bird during this period. Xue Xian didn't hear him coaxing or reprimanding him, but he heard the black bird flapping its wings twice, and then settled down silently.

He stood still in the darkness covered by the palm of his hand. He only blinked, and his eyelashes swept across Xuanmin's palm and fingertips.

Xuan Min moved his fingertips and withdrew his hand.

He didn't even look at Xue Xian, he still seemed to be "out of sight is pure", and said in a low voice, "Okay, let's go."

The black bird was really honest, and sat on Xuan Min's shoulder in a sullen voice. From time to time, he glanced at Xue Xian cowardly, and immediately turned his head away, as if he suddenly knew the current affairs. Xuan Min seemed to have moved it some other hands and feet, so that when they brought this black bird into the village with dignity, the eyes of the villagers did not follow.

"Where's the ghost bird? Why did it disappear out of thin air?"

"Yes, obviously it was still there..."

The humming of the villagers was left behind by them, and it was good to be disturbed by this silly bird, because most of the villagers who got up early gathered at the entrance of the village, and the depths of the village were much quieter. See the figure.

They followed the wounded soldier's direction to the river pond and turned along the simple narrow bridge over the pond.

After walking a few steps, I heard someone talking under the narrow bridge.

Xue Xian didn't stop, glanced down the bridge, and saw two women who got up early were squatting side by side on the stone steps, washing their clothes, gossiping in the sound of the water.

"Hey—poor to see, the old Uncle Li at the west end of the village died yesterday." The man in the jujube winter coat sighed, "It was said that he hid a hemp rope and hanged by the bed, dying. I'm still holding a safflower jacket in front of me."

"Lao Li? Hasn't he been stupid for five or six years? How could he still know how to hang himself by touching a hemp rope?"

The woman in zaoyi shook her head: "Didn't Aunt Li pass away from a serious illness a few years ago? Er Li, they were afraid that Uncle Li would not be able to get over this hurdle. They used him to be stupid and ignorant, and lied to him that Aunt Li was visiting the doctor in the county town. , have you heard of this?"

"I heard it, said that Uncle Li couldn't remember what he said the day before yesterday when he opened his eyes. He asked Er Li Zi once every day, 'Where's your mother'."

"Yes, but it is said that he woke up a little two days ago, and he realized that his son was coaxing him, and the aunt is gone." Zaoyi Nu sighed, "Originally, old Uncle Li was stupid and stupid, and he can still endure it. As the days go by, now I suddenly have no hope, and if I don't watch it, I'm looking for a short-term meeting."

"Hey...there are some things, it's better not to understand..."

While the two women were talking, Xue Xian and the others had already crossed the bridge. The wounded soldier seemed to be stunned for a moment, and stayed in the same place for a while, then silently followed Xue Xian and the others.

"It's here..." The wounded soldier's tone sounded hesitant. He raised his finger and pointed to a small earthen hut on the side of the road. There were three doors, two side by side, and one hut folded aside, about two There are people living in the room, and one is the kitchen room.

It just so happened that when he opened his mouth, one of the doors of the earthen house was pushed open, and a woman with a neat face in a bun walked out. Between her fingers was a knot of colored rope coiled with an air-dried turtle's back.

She adjusted the knot, tiptoed it and hung it on an iron nail beside the door wall, touched the turtle shell again, turned and glanced outside the house.

For a moment, Xue Xian even thought she was looking over. But she just swept past where they were standing, looking towards the village entrance, then closed her eyes, trimmed her hair and went into the kitchen.

"Let's go, let's go over." Xue Xian said.

In the end, I didn't hear a response. I turned around and found that the wounded soldier's somewhat blurred face was wet, and I don't know when it was already bursting with tears.

He followed Xue Xian and the others to the door of the house like sleepwalking, but instead of entering the kitchen, he walked to the colorful knot in a daze, as if he wanted to touch the turtle's back, but he had already Without hands, I can only watch. He glanced at the knot, turned his head again, passed through the open door of the stove, and looked at the woman sitting by the stove.

"What custom is this knot?" Xue Xian asked.

It took a long time for the wounded soldier to suppress his choking and muffled: "The 'return' of the turtles returning home is a custom here. If someone in the family has traveled far and hasn't returned, they will weave a knot like this and hang it. "

Change every month, from spring and summer to autumn and winter.

"I..." The wounded soldier stared at the woman covered in fireworks in the stove, and after a while, he said, "I changed my mind... Don't let her see the military card."

He hadn't seen her in years, and he couldn't seem to get enough of it. After a long time, he looked away reluctantly and looked at Xue Xian and Xuan Min: "Excuse me, two, can you help me bury the general's card in front of this house?"

Xue Xian looked at his wet face and nodded, "Okay, don't you regret it? If we bury it, we can leave, but we won't come back. If you change your mind again... Someone can help you."

"Well...I'm watching her and my parents here, guarding in front of the door." The wounded soldier whispered, "They can't see the military badge, so they always have some hope..."

He has fought for many years, with iron bones, blood and sweat, but he must have rarely shed tears, so he cried with a grim face, as if he was clenching his teeth and pressing down without making any sound.

The wounded soldier stood silently for a long time, then suddenly looked at Xuan Min and said, "I, I heard about a medicine, it is said that it can make people live in the next life. Does it work?"

Xuanmin pondered for a moment, but before he could speak, Xue Xian had already "tsk", shook his head and said, "Why do you always love to tie your next life or even your next life to one person, I have met more than once. Well, the last time I said this was also a soldier in a mixed army. He repeated it over and over for a whole night and asked me if I had such a magical medicine. But if life and death are involved, most of them are evil things, and the price is not What ordinary people can afford, how can there be so many cheap and good things for people to take away.”

Who knew the wounded soldier said solemnly: "Not sure, when I was young, I heard Uncle Qu in the village say that there is a kind of magic medicine in his hometown. If you plant it on your body, you can promise it in your next life. And can also bear the other party's disaster..."

Seeing Xue Xian's indifference, he added again and again: "Uncle Qu's hometown is in Langzhou, and there are always some rare things there. I can't tell the truth—"

"Don't think about it, you can't use it." Xue Xian used to be ignorant of euphemism, and said it quite directly.

The wounded soldier suddenly let out his energy, bowed his head for a while and said, "I understand, I just... think about it."

But...wait.

Xue Xian suddenly frowned, "hiss", and said, "I heard what you said just now. Where is the hometown of the person you know?"

The wounded soldier's voice was blurred, so that some words were not very clear. Xue Xian took a while to realize what he said, so he couldn't help but confirm it again.

"Uncle Qu?" The wounded soldier was taken aback for a moment, and then he repeated blankly: "Langzhou, it seems to be Xiashan or some other mountain area."

Xiashan Mountain in Langzhou.

There is a magic medicine that can take the other party's disaster together...

It's a bit too coincidental that the two meet like this. Xue Xian glanced at Xuan Min vigorously, and met Xuan Min's again. He looked away and said to Xuanmin, "Go and find that person?"

If you can confirm a specific location or ask more about the "magic medicine", maybe you can find the solution to the "tongshou spider" on Xuan Min earlier.

Without much delay, the two of them responded to the wounded soldier's request and quietly buried the military plaque in front of the mud house. Then he followed the direction pointed by the wounded soldier and went to the house of "Uncle Qu".

Just as the two of them took a black bird to look for Uncle Qu in the deeper part of the village, on the mountain road not far from the village, a long team of carriages and horses stopped and watched.

It's not someone else, it's the people of Taichang Temple who have gone and returned.

The leader of the team is still a pair of young men and women, one is Taibu Ren and the other is Taizhu Ren.

Taizhu held the mask on his face, turned his head to look at the young woman who was recalculating, and said helplessly: "What? ?"

Don't make two predictions about the same thing in one day, so that what they know about the person they are looking for is still last night.

At that time, they had already circled another mountain, and then they realized the difference, so after several twists and turns, they turned back to Dustpan Mountain.

Only this time, Taibu didn't speak for a long time, so that Taizhu thought something went wrong again.

"That person is indeed in the dustpan mountain. This time there will be no more mistakes, and there are no other anomalies. It's just..." Taibu hesitated for a moment, then said solemnly: "It's just that he is dead."

"Dead?" Taizhu's ending rose, somewhat surprised.

"It's not this that puzzles me the most."

Tai Zhu: "What's the problem?"

"Do you remember what I said earlier, a person who seems to be a national teacher?" Taibu replied.

"Naturally remember, but it should be just a coincidence." Tai Zhu said.

"Unfortunately, in the results I calculated, he also came to this dustpan and just left." Taibu said.

A coincidence is a coincidence, and when two are put together, it is difficult to explain it by coincidence.

I wish a shocking spirit, "No...is he really a national teacher? Where is that person now?"

Taibu raised his hand and pointed, the village on the southern side of the mountain was quietly nestled in the faint sky, "It's in this village."

The two stared at each other through the eye holes in the mask. Then Taibu simply pulled out a pen and paper from the rucksack of the horse's back, wet the ink slightly, and picked up the pen to write a letter with a few numbers.

Tai Zhu Ze tacitly blew a whistle and called a pigeon.

The letter was headed to the National Teacher, with the seal of Taibu at the end, and it was sent to Famen Temple by pigeons.

"Let's send the letter back, we'd better go to the village to confirm it. After all... it's about the national teacher, so I don't dare to be careless." Tai Zhu said.

Taibu nodded: "Yeah."