Copper Coins Chapter 8: Gold ingot (4)
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When the buzzing passed and the blackness like sesame seeds slowly faded away, Xue Xian realized something was wrong——
Below him is the ground paved with bluestone slabs, which can rub against a dark green moss when moved. Apparently, he fell to the ground, and the bald donkey that had been holding him was gone.
Not just a bald donkey, he turned his head and took a look around, and Master Liu didn't know where he was going. The house behind him is still there, but it has a door and a face, and there are fine wood carvings carved on the forehead of the door. At first glance, it is not where Liu Chong's fool lives. Naturally, he does not expect Jiang Shining and the others to appear in the house. .
As a matter of fact, the place he was staying was so quiet that he couldn't hear any vague human words. It is like a vacant mansion, with a deep courtyard, but it is silent.
"What the **** is this place?" Xue Xian muttered.
His current situation is a bit worrying. If someone else was left in such a quiet place, he would be able to walk around a few steps to see what was going on. However, Xue Xian couldn't. He was half paralyzed and couldn't walk.
The paper-like Uncle Xue simply spread himself out, drying the creases on his body, resting his hands on the ground, and he shook his head and admired the scenery——
In addition to the room behind him, there are old vines walking along the wall on his left, and a shade tree with branches just sticking out from the top of the wall. On the right is the corridor and the courtyard wall. Through a narrow door, you can vaguely see a small garden inside the mansion.
Just looking at this corner, it can be seen that this is a mansion that has been carefully arranged, but if the mansion is exquisite, if there is not even half a person in the mansion, it will be a little scary.
Fortunately, Xue Xian is a master who has stabbed the sky. No matter how scary the scene is, there is nothing scary in his opinion, just be careful to deal with it.
"The front is the south, the back is the north..." The view is not aimless, Xue Xian looked around and judged roughly from the growth of the moss on the slate, the direction of the old vines and the direction of the house general orientation.
If I'm not mistaken, his location is the northeast corner of the house.
Northeast corner...
Xue Xian "his-": "It sounds familiar..."
If he is still in Master Liu's mansion, then in the northeast corner is the house of Master Liu's youngest son, Liu Jin, who almost drowned.
The humming heard earlier also seems to be coming from this direction.
Here's what he's looking for? !
Xue Xian jolted, sat up straight, held his breath and listened for a while, but didn't hear a single sound, let alone such a special buzzing.
He swept away a piece of moss in front of him, pouted in disgust, and then lay down on the ground. This time, he finally heard a very slight movement. But the strange thing is that this movement is suddenly near, suddenly far away, and there is always no fixed point.
In addition to its small size, it is almost impossible to capture the slightest distraction. This way of flirting and running, and flirting and running again, made Xue Xian extremely impatient. After listening to it for a while, his temper came up.
Unfortunately, with the body made of ripped paper, he couldn't even turn it over.
Just when he was quite agitated, a gust of wind suddenly slipped in through the perforated window at the base of the wall. The wind in winter is somewhat strong no matter how small it is. Xue Xian, who was used to borrowing from Dongfeng, naturally would not miss this opportunity. Immediately, he unfolded the cardboard and caught the wind.
In the blink of an eye, he was stirred up by the wind.
Xue Xian took the opportunity to grab a tendril on the old vine, and with three or two strokes, he turned himself up the shady tree.
The waist of the tree was straight, except for the branch sticking out of the wall, there were not many messy branches, so Xue Xian also borrowed the east wind for this trip.
The paper is light and thin, and it is easy to float down when hanging on a branch, and it does not take precedence in vision.
So Xue Xian also made a big move to change the living, and he suddenly changed back to his original state in the slight wind. Holding the trunk in one hand and the horned branch in the other, he sat firmly on the wall.
Under the light of the sky, his brows became clearer and more beautiful. His dark eyes were like two ponds of cold water. Under a thin layer of water mist, there was a sharp and arbitrary charm.
The first thing he did when he sat up was to look out of the courtyard wall.
After taking a glance, Xue Xian turned his head blankly again, stared at the courtyard wall for a moment, and then turned to look outside the wall.
After going back and forth a few times, Xue Xian's expression finally had a crack, like cold white porcelain that was frozen and fried.
“…”
Why the **** does it look exactly the same inside and out? !
Xue Xian thought the fun was a bit big.
If the expectations are good, he probably hit a wall.
It was the first time in his life that a ghost hit him.
But this thing doesn't come down for no reason, there has to be a reason. Xue Xian recalled the previous events, and only thought of the "drawing the river into the sea bureau" mentioned by Xuan Min's bald donkey.
Could it be that the Feng Shui Bureau had messed up something, and that they were insane when they didn't agree?
So, there is no sound in this mansion. Is it because of the influence of ghosts hitting the wall, or is he really the only one left?
Although the view from the top of the wall is wider than that of the bluestone slab, it is not much better. There are fire walls of varying heights everywhere in the house, blocking most of the scene. What Xue Xian saw was nothing more than white leather, daiwa, bluestone slabs, and some narrow doors that could not be passed through.
He stared at the narrow door that existed in the east, west, north, south, and four directions, and then glanced at the high and low walls, and he had some calculus in his heart.
In this kind of static quadrangle house, if you encounter ghosts hitting the wall, if you want to break out of the formation, all you need to do is follow the Eight Gates of Dunjia.
Opening the door, closing the door, living the door, hurting the door, Dumen, Jingmen, Jingmen, and the death door, each one is a variable, if you go wrong, at best, you can't get out of this game, and at worst, it's not death that hurts.
This house is surrounded by four squares, and the so-called eight gates are also layered on one layer, so it must be quite laborious to unravel.
Xue Xian's identity is different from ordinary people. He didn't spend time thinking about these broken things. As far as the first half of his life is concerned, these things don't play a big role in him either. He never thought that he would have a day when he would have difficulty moving and hit a ghost wall.
So, let him sit here and figure out where to live and where to die, it's better to give him two knives to have a good time.
"Let me drag my two waste legs around to find someone?" Xue Xian snorted and said, "Why do I hate myself so much?"
He's used to being arrogant, and unless he has to, he won't shamelessly toss himself to death. If it is really a last resort...then let's just kill it.
This dilapidated mansion has very little wind, and he can't find anything to borrow. Even if he figured out where to go, how should he go? Climb over or move over?
Just thinking about that scene made Xue Xian feel a toothache.
Dream, whoever likes to crawl, he doesn't crawl anyway!
Xue Xian leaned against the tree trunk, bit the tip of his tongue and thought for a moment, then reached out and touched the back pocket in his arms, and took out a piece of yellow paper.
The yellow paper was twisted and folded a lot. Seeing that this thing had entered Xue Xian's hand, it had not had a good life. Xue Xian disliked it quite a bit. He held one end between his **** and shook it away a bit. I saw a group of dog crawling characters that my mother didn't know was painted on the yellow paper.
But Xue Xian knew it.
He picked it up from a Taoist fortune-teller when he was passing through Raozhou Mansion.
The Taoist priest had a crooked moustache, a rag crown, and a blue mark at the corner of his eye, whether it was a birthmark or a beating. He stayed beside the bridge all day, and through fortune-telling and rewriting, he sold a lot of yellow talismans he made and painted. This man is also a strange man. Since he wants to sell talismans, he should practice a few words that can confuse people. This old man is quite good, holding a dog crawling calligraphy and painting yellow symbol, he is not ashamed at all, and he is not afraid of not being able to sell it.
Xue Xian stayed under his hexagram booth for a few days, and glanced at the yellow symbols he painted. Most of them were only decorations, but only a few had smooth strokes and could be used for small uses.
It's just a little use.
For example, the yellow charm that wards off evil spirits can actually drive away insects and ants.
This picture in Xue Xian's arms was drawn by him looking at the Taoist priest.
"Inherit the town of Yunlei Town, the Dragon King of the South." Xue Xian narrowed his eyes and lazily read the words on the talisman one by one. Most of these words have been circled eight hundred times, and they look like earthworms, with nine bends and eighteen bends, and it is difficult for him to remember them.
Just by listening to this content, you can almost guess that this is a talisman to invite thunder, and I don't know what the Taoist priest is doing when he has nothing to do.
It's just to invite thunder, just this crumpled yellow talisman, it must not be able to invite any southern dragon, at most, it can attract two cloud threads to block the sun. But the same yellow talisman was different when it fell into Xue Xian's hands.
Because what Nanfang Longjun was invited on this talisman, he was not talented, and most likely it was Xue Xian himself.
Although he can't make a demon himself with his papery body now, but with a yellow talisman as a matchmaker, he can still give it a try.
So he took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, opened the cork, and a smell of fishy and sweet mixed with a strange cold fragrance vaguely dissipated.
Xue Xian frowned, even if it was his own blood, he never felt that it smelled good.
He flattened the yellow talisman in his palm, and dripped a drop of dark red blood from the small porcelain bottle, and the blood beads instantly melted on the yellow talisman.
Xue Xian took the porcelain bottle and threw the yellow fu.
As soon as the paper talisman left his hand, an open flame suddenly burst into flames from the center of the bloodstain, and it burned clean in an instant.
Suddenly, a gust of wind picked up, and a turbulent tide of clouds rolled in from a distance.
The sky turned dark, as if it had been splashed with wet ink. The bright cobwebs slashed down from the sky above the sky, and a shocking thunder burst from the ground, as if blasting close to the ear.
I don't know if this thunder has touched the boundary of the battle, or it has disturbed the root of the battle.
I heard a loud noise like a mountain cracking, and smashed down with the meandering electric light.
Xue Xianyi sat on the top of the old tree's crooked wall, watching the thunder strike the ground in front of his feet, smashing a whole thick bluestone slab into pieces, but he didn't even blink his eyes. .
The whole house trembled, and after a long time it gradually calmed down.
Xue Xian lifted his eyelids and glanced at the top of his head, with a somewhat regretful expression on his face: Now, with the help of this yellow talisman, he can only split it like this.
The earth-shattering thunder just now had some effect. It seemed to have opened a small crack somewhere in the battle. The originally quiet and almost stagnant house suddenly had an air vent, and a small sound came in from there, and soon it was lightly shrouded in the entire house.
Sure enough, he wasn't really alone in this house.
Others should have also been drawn into this battle, but they are just in their own corners and don't know each other.
Xue Xian casually plucked a curled vine wire from the old vine beside him, leaning on the trunk and leisurely wrapping it around his fingers. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound coming from the slit. In an attempt to distinguish something out of the ordinary from the cluttered voices.
After a while, he really caught a little...
Ring tone?
"No..." Xue Xian clicked his tongue and frowned.
The voice was vague in the whimpering wind, as if it came from a distant place, or it was stretched by the long and narrow crack.
Sounds a bit like a four-cornered copper bell falling from an ox cart, with slightly different subtleties.
Bronze Bell...
Copper coins?
Thinking about it this way, the sound became clearer and clearer. It really was like the occasional bumping sound of a few copper coins.
"..." Xue Xian opened his eyes expressionlessly, and the rattan wire wrapped around his hands was broken into two pieces with a "pop".
It seems to be just a snap of the fingers, and the sound of the copper coins bumping is much closer.
Xue Xian listened and felt as if he was outside a wall.
A narrow door in the corridor suddenly made a squeak, and Xue Xian, who was ravaging the old vine, raised his eyes when he heard the sound.
The young monk wrapped in white linen robes walked silently towards the wall.
Wearing a thin white linen coat in this cold winter makes me feel cold just by looking at it, as if the thin coat is still draped with frosty air. It wasn't until Xuan Min stood under the wall and hung the string of copper coins on his fingertips back on his waist that Xue Xian suddenly realized that this bald donkey never made a sound when walking.
So...the sound of the copper coins hitting just now, was he deliberately doing it?
Xuan Min stood by the wall, his calm gaze swept over Xue Xian slightly.
The man sitting on the wall no doubt has an excellent appearance, like a sword scabbard against the edge. It just looks too thin, and the black long coat makes him extra pale, revealing a strong morbid state, which is mixed with the sharpness that is about to emerge, which is contradictory and mysterious.
When Xue Xian was expressionless, he always gave the illusion of being extraordinarily calm.
He looked at Xuanmin for a while, and then finally rolled his eyes to the sky and said, "Why are you..."
After speaking, he angrily kneaded the broken rattan silk in his hand.
This man also owes his hand, and he is still restless even if he is on the wall. After glancing at Xuan Min reluctantly, he threw the ball of vine silk at Xuan Min.
Xuan Min shook his head, raised his hand and put the "hidden weapon" smashed over into his palm: "What happened to that sky-reaching cloud and thunder just now?"
Xue Xian raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "You don't even ask me who I am?"
When this bald donkey took him, he was still a piece of moss sticking to the ground, and later turned into a thin paper skin, and he never appeared in a serious human form from beginning to end.
Xuan Min opened his palm at him, and in the thin and thin palm, there was still the evidence of the crime that Xue Xian owed earlier - the rattan silk dumpling.
He is taciturn by nature, and his face is always cold and expressionless, but this open palm clearly conveys a meaning-the skin is like this, only this family, even if it is burned to ashes can be recognized.
Xue Xian: "..."
Xuan Min threw the vine silk in his hand under the old tree root, raised his eyes and reminded Xue Xian again: "You haven't said what happened to Tianlei."
Xue Xian gave an "oh" and said, "It's nothing, I just want to let others know that I'm here so that they can find it easily."
Xuan Min: "..."
That thunderclap could only pierce the sky and the ground.
The root of the result is to simply "squeak" to indicate that there are people waiting here...
This bald donkey is used to a frosty face. Hearing this, there are signs of cracking for the first time.
Xue Xian was amused by his eyes, his expression relaxed, and he asked him with a smile: "Eh? You came here from Tianlei? Then it seems that I didn't split it in vain. Thank you for coming quickly. , I'm wondering if I should come again."
Xuanmin looked at him silently for a moment, then said coldly, "Then there is no need to look for the direction of the eight gates, and it will save money for the coffin."
"How can monks put the smell of copper on their lips, you bald..." Xue Xian turned his face away, swallowed the word "donkey" back, and said solemnly: "I'm not afraid of humiliating the Buddha."
Xuan Min: "..."
The evil barrier who dared to split the sky even when struck by thunder has the face to say such a thing.
"You just said to look for the directions of the Eight Gates, did you find it?" Xue Xian asked, "If you find it, then it will save you trouble and take me with you. If you don't find it, don't be afraid of being hacked. , I'll find a way to strike another thunderbolt, and maybe I'll be able to pierce this situation directly."
He said this, but he secretly said in his heart: You bald donkey, please tell me that you have found it.
Fortunately, Xuan Min did not live up to his expectations, nodded and said indifferently: "You can come down from the wall."
With that, he turned around and left.
The white burlap monk's clothes swept lightly like a cloud, and walked away in a few steps.
But it didn't take a moment for Xuan Min to stop again and turn to look at Xue Xian who was motionless.
Xue Xian patted his leg very single, and said confidently: "It's useless, I can't go."
Xuanmin frowned, thinking that he was playing tricks again, so he replied coldly with no expression on his face: "You scumbag didn't run too slowly before..."
In three or two strokes, he flipped on the little servant's collar, not to mention his agility.
"..." Xue Xian sneered: "You bald donkey probably doesn't have eyes. Did I run my own legs before? I borrowed someone else's legs."
The unreasonable bald donkey and the always-behaving villain looked at each other for a moment, and finally the former lowered his eyebrows, turned around and walked back to the wall.
Xue Xian's legs were hidden under the black robe, and he could see the thin and prominent silhouette of his knees. Most of the people who have been bedridden and unable to walk have unusually thin legs, but Xue Xian was different. Judging from the general outline, his legs are no different from ordinary people, and it is not obvious that they are double waste legs.
Xuan Min glanced at it, raised his hand and grasped Xue Xian's ankle.
Xue Xian was taken aback by his move. If it wasn't for his legs, he would have kicked the bald donkey out.
You feel your conscience and tell me that dragon claws are something you can touch casually? ! ah? ! I just don't want to live anymore!
Xuan Min had a panoramic view of his reaction—if he was a person with convenient legs, it would be impossible for him to move his upper body when he was frightened, but his lower body would not respond.
It can be seen that what this evil barrier said is true, and his legs are indeed ruined.
Xuan Min raised his eyes, made a Buddha salute with one hand in front of him, and reached out to Xue Xian with the other hand, spreading out his thin and thin palm, and said, "Come down."