Copper Coins Chapter 74: Nevi (1)

In the southwest corner of the city wall of Qingping County, around the dustpan mountain and all the way forward, there is an ancient river that leads directly to the big river, nicknamed Wild Duck Po.

There have been rumors about this river in the Qingping area since ancient times. It is always said that there is a river **** in the river, which can bless the farmland with good weather and delicious fish and shrimp. It is also said that people who didn't know the way of life wanted to fill the river to build houses, but what happened what.

As time passed, it became more and more mysterious, so people built a river temple by the river, offering sacrifices to people from far and near for peace of mind.

But the Wild Duck Pond is a wild place after all. The River Temple is occasionally visited by people during the day, but it is deserted at night, and the lights are dark. It is a good place for haunted people.

That night, the River Temple uncharacteristically lit candles in the middle of the night, and two soybean oil fires swayed slightly at the foot of the statue of the River God, illuminating the room dimly. There were two people sitting on the cushions in the temple, one was a pudgy middle-aged man, and the other was a thin and thin young man.

A young monk in a white robe of cloud and snow is standing beside a candle, using the light of the candle to flatten a piece of yellow paper on the incense table. He held up his sleeves, dipped the tip of his pen with ink, and wrote a few words on the yellow paper:

Jiang Shining

The seventh day of the eighth lunar month in the year of Bingyin

On an old tree beside the temple gate, a man in black was sitting on a sturdy branch with his back leaning against the trunk, with one leg bent and the other hanging down leisurely, looking a little lazy. His plain white face was reflected a little warmly by the lights in the temple, and the outline of Junyi's eyebrows and eyes were softened a little, showing a rare trace of gentleness.

It's none other than Xue Xian.

It was rare for Fangfu to rest late that night. All the old and young continued to dip in some drinks and fell asleep with a little bit of drunkenness. And Xue Xian and the others went out after everyone had stopped.

"Aren't you afraid that your sister will scold you for burning paper in the future?" Xue Xian put his elbows on his knees, and his other hand touched the leaves hanging by his side.

Jiang Shining stood under the tree, looked up at him, shook his head and said, "My sister is soft-hearted and reluctant."

"You are willing to leave without saying goodbye." Xue Xian grabbed two leaves and folded them in his hands.

"If I don't take advantage of the night to go, and I can't go during the day, I can't do anything if she's crying at me." Jiang Shining smiled, "Long pain is worse than short pain, I always have to go, I leave it for her. I do."

Xue Xian nodded, "Okay, it's your sister, not mine."

He tilted his head, stared at the thin nerd under the tree, looked up and down, and then said, "You really think about it? There is no turning back."

"Yes." Jiang Shining nodded, "My parents are on their way, and my sister is doing well. I have no regrets. It's time to go. There is no reason for a good ghost to stay in the world and not reincarnate. ."

That's true. If it drags on for too long, it will be difficult to even enter reincarnation, which is not a good thing.

"There is no such thing as a feast in the world." Jiang Shining lowered his head and glanced at his hands, feet, and body, then turned his head to carefully scan the people who were walking in the temple all the way, and finally looked up at Xue Xian.

Three years of wandering in the ruins of the Jiang Family Medical Hall, like a glimpse of light, passed by in the blink of an eye, and he can't even remember it now. The only one who clearly remembered that when he suddenly looked up in the tall grass in the corner of the house, he saw this young man in a black robe.

Since then, he has a paper body, found the broken soul of his father and mother, and even traveled such a long way, crossed the long river, wrote a full letter, and had a good relationship with his sister. Farewell...

"Suddenly remembered--" Jiang Shining said to Xue Xian, "I never seem to have thanked me seriously."

Xue Xian sneered: "Thank you for what?

There are so many thanks, I can't explain it clearly in three or two sentences. Jiang Shining smiled.

Xuan Min looked over from the River Temple, nodded to Jiang Shining, and then lit the folded yellow paper in his hand. A long incense quietly smoked in the flame of the yellow paper.

The yellow paper was slowly burnt to ashes, and the long incense fell one by one.

Jiang Shining's figure is getting less and less...

He gave a deep bow in Xuanmin's direction in the mist of paper cigarettes, then turned around and bowed to Xue Xian.

"You're so sour all of a sudden, are you trying to flatter you twice, so that I can remember to burn you a piece of paper money in the future?" Xue Xian looked at his increasingly blurred outline, squinting a little in a trance.

Jiang Shining: "I don't need the paper money, and I won't pay it if I burn it." I just wish you all a safe life through the incense of this river temple.

After all, this parting is really an indefinite reunion.

The last piece of incense ashes of Changxiang fell, and Jiang Shining was no longer there.

Xue Xian stared at the place where he disappeared for a moment, then turned over and jumped down from the tree. The black robes fluttered and folded in the night, and along with his steps, swept across the grass silently.

He stood at the gate of the temple, but did not lift his foot to step in. He looked at Xuan Mian who was standing beside the incense table and flicked the wick of the candle. His heart was about to move, and a trace of unexplained regret surged.

Xuan Min glanced at him in the candlelight, then looked back.

With his eyes down, he calmly folded the talisman paper with paper ashes and incense ash on the incense table a few times, swept his long sleeves, and then the cluster of flames on the candlestick fell into the folded talisman paper. Like a simple river lamp.

Xuan Min held the river lantern made of talisman paper in one hand and strode toward Xue Xian.

The ground inside the River Temple is slightly higher than the outside. Xuan Min stopped by the threshold and handed the river lantern to Xue Xian. His calm gaze fell into Xue Xian's eyes, and he closed his eyes again. Going back, "this Kawamoto's name is Ping An."

You can live in peace, and you can send wild ghosts.

Xue Xian took the river lamp and squinted at Xuan Min again, but saw that he suddenly raised his hand and met Xue Xian's face.

When the warm fingertips touched, Xue Xian's eyes moved.

It's just that the body temperature leaves again.

"Withered leaf." Xuan Min said in a low voice, and then twisted the thin withered leaf from Xue Xian's temple into ashes and scattered it in the soil in front of the door.

Xue Xian closed his eyes and said "um", then took the river lantern and strode to the river, and placed the river lantern carrying the excess incense ash on the surface of the ancient river. That star light flows quietly along the river, as if sending the old man to the other side of the Yellow Spring.

He suddenly pondered what the previously unexplained regret was—

Seeing the moment Jiang Shining disappeared, he rarely felt some emotion, and felt that something was missing. Obviously Jiang Shining was not a noisy person, but it still made him feel that the surroundings were suddenly quiet.

There is no such thing as a banquet in the world, not to mention that his lifespan is almost inexhaustible, and he always has to watch others grow old and die indefinitely, including Xuanmin...

Xue Xian frowned, only to feel that such an idea made him particularly unhappy, and it was more than regrettable.

At the same time, at the top of a low mountain to the south of the River Temple, a group of people were sitting quietly in the dark to adjust their breath. Taking advantage of the moonlight on the top of the mountain, you can see that their white clothes are damaged everywhere, and they are described as embarrassed, as if they have just broken out of some predicament.

This group of people is the people in Taichang Temple surrounded by a cage made by Xue Xian at the foot of Dustpan Mountain.

They rested and recovered on the top of the mountain by the moonlight and the spiritual energy in the mountains, but they did not light even a single lantern, and they seemed to be deliberately hiding their tracks.

"Are you sure it's them?" Tai Zhu rarely took off his mask, and while combing his hair, he raised his chin towards a light in the distant mountains.

"For sure." Taibu nodded.

From their place, you can vaguely see a star of light from the River Temple, but you can't see anyone there. All the information is completely calculated by Taibu.

Although she was put together the night before, Taizhu's fortune-telling was generally accurate, and there were very few mistakes, so since she was so sure, Taizhu felt a little relieved.

"It's just—" Taizhu tied his hair, put down his hand and fiddled with the edge of the mask, and suddenly said, "Actually, I still have some doubts..."

Taibu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him: "What?"

"I was too nervous and flustered before, so that I overlooked a point. We bumped into the National Teacher at the foot of the dustpan mountain. When we bowed and were about to speak out, we received a letter from the National Teacher." Taizhu frowned and said. : "Did you see the National Teacher delivering the letter at that time?"

They have seen the two returning Guoshi teachers communicate with others. It is said that the moment the Guoshi teacher burns the letter paper, it is convenient to receive the letter, which is almost the same, so there is no need to worry about the delay.

But at that time Taizhu didn't even dare to lift his head, let alone see the national teacher burning letters.

"Perhaps it happened to burn before we turned the corner of the mountain road. We didn't receive it until we turned around." Taibu guessed and said with certainty: "But don't doubt it, it is indeed the national teacher. When he left, I took a special look at his fingers."

Tai Zhu Yi Leng: "Finger?"

Although people in Taichang Temple have more opportunities to see the national teacher than ordinary people, even if they were raised by Taichang Temple from childhood, they rarely have the opportunity to get close to the national teacher, because The national teacher does not like to be close to others.

Therefore, very few of them can detect the subtle features of the national teacher, such as whether there are moles, whether there are scars.

But Taibu knows one thing...

It was the first time she saw a national teacher. She was only seven years old. She was born with a yellow face and thin skin, like a top-heavy bean sprout. At that time, her family was poor, her father died early, and her mother was seriously ill and would die.

She knelt beside the bed in the dilapidated house at home, crying so hard that she was about to gasp when a monk knocked on the door.

It was the first time she saw the national teacher. He was dressed in a monk's robe as white as clouds and snow. He was extremely tall. From her perspective, he could only see his thin chin.

He bent down and held out a hand at her, and that hand was also very beautiful, well-proportioned, so clean that it seemed that it had never touched a single filth. Although he wore a silver mask, she felt that he must be better-looking than anyone she had ever seen in her short life.

She almost forgot to cry, raised her face and asked the monk: "Who are you?"

The monk's voice was as calm as water, and she felt relieved when she heard it: "The poor monk's name is the same as the lamp, and I will pick you up for Taichang Temple."

She stared at the slender, slender hand in front of her, and nodded ignorantly without hearing what the other person said.

Since then, she has embarked on a different path.

Although in the next ten years, after seeing too many things, the impression of the national teacher in her heart has long been far from the startling glimpse when she first met. When facing the national teacher, she is awe-inspiring and cautious. More than the admiration at the beginning, but she always clearly remembers every detail when she saw the national teacher when she was seven years old, and can remember it for a lifetime.

Taizhu saw her in a trance, and asked in doubt, "What happened to the teacher's finger?"

"There is another small mole on the side of the ring knuckle of the finger of the national teacher." Taibu returned to the gods, "When I first saw the national teacher, I saw it and I have always remembered it. I watched more at the foot of the dustpan mountain that day. I took a look and confirmed it, I will never make a mistake, he is the national teacher."

Who knew that after she finished speaking, Tai Zhu not only did not clear up her doubts, but instead took a breath and frowned: "No, I went to Tianjiyuan a few years ago, do you remember? When I went to cross, the national teacher was playing chess in the pavilion at the time. When I was standing next to me, I forgot what the reason was. Anyway, I carefully looked at the hands of the national teacher, oh yes, because you told me about palmistry in those days. In other words, I secretly took a look at the finger bones of the national teacher, and I am sure that he does not have a mole on his hand."