Copper Coins Chapter 87: Blood (1)

"Isn't there a letter saying I'll see you at Jiang Songshan..." After seeing Xuanmin's appearance, the person who rolled away and kept hiding himself among the corpses finally revealed his position. He still has a blindfold on his body. At first glance, it is indistinguishable from the corpse. The minced meat has already been shaken to the ground in the constant dodging and running. Black, with a disgusting smell.

But the real Yin corpse around him was shrouded in golden light, and it had been crushed to the ground, broken into pieces, only a bit of clingy Yin resentment lingered on it, so he maintained his standing position He is particularly prominent, and can be distinguished at a glance.

There is only one skull left in his head, with cracks all over the bones, the dried old skin tightly wrapped around the bones, and there are only two dark holes left in the eye sockets. Naturally, there is no subtle expression on such a face, but judging from his blankly open mouth, he should be so surprised that he forgot the situation.

If he shoots at this time, he must have no time to react.

However, Xue Xian could no longer see him. Except for the golden light, everything in the valley seemed to have nothing to do with him. All he knew was that the pain in his back had penetrated all the way to his heart, as if he had been stabbed into his body with a knife, and his chest was piercingly cold, so cold that it was freezing.

Xuan Min and him were separated by rocks, golden light, and a thick mist of water. But he didn't raise his hand to sweep away the water mist, but still quietly looked at the white shadow on Shi Feng through the water mist, and repeated softly: "National teacher?"

Many details of the past flooded into my mind at that moment, the useful and useless, the clear and vague, flashing in a disorganized and mind-numbing way, with the sound of "national teacher" The title suddenly became clear—

Unusual ability, connection with the government, particularly particular temperament, and the team I met at the foot of the dustpan last time...

Actually, there are clues everywhere revealing the origin of Xuanmin's identity. These days, especially after entering the hundred wormholes, the vaguely lingering discomfort is simply a subconscious anxiety, and even brings A cowardice.

He has already felt it, but he has been ignoring it, intentionally or unintentionally.

Even though he has personally experienced Xuanmin's memory through the involvement of copper coins, he still holds the last trace of luck, and still wants to ask Xuanmin to understand it in person, and he can even pretend to be stupid, as long as Xuanmin Min shook his head in denial, as long as Xuan Min said a "no"...

"In the year of Wuchen, the seventh day of the sixth month..." Xue Xian stared at the white shadow behind the mist, and softly repeated what Xuan Min had said in his memory.

He saw that the white figure seemed to move stiffly.

It's just that the mist is so thick that it's hard for him to tell if it's an illusion.

"What date is the seventh day of the sixth month of the fifth month of the Wuchen year you mentioned..." Xue Xian's eyes remained motionless, and he asked a whole sentence.

In his long and almost endless life, he has never cared so much about a person's answer. For a moment, he even regretted it, and wanted to open his mouth to interrupt and take the question back.

For the first time, he was so afraid of hearing the truth.

But the man on the rock once said to him "I won't lie to you".

Xuan Min was silent for a long time, until Xue Xian's chest was so cold that he almost lost consciousness, only then did he hear him say in a low voice: "True Dragon Tribulation Period..."

Xue Xian's eyelashes moved, then he closed his eyes quietly, and when he opened them again, his face was expressionless. He glanced at Xuan Min one last time, and said one word in a calm and disturbing voice: "Okay."

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In a temple dozens of miles away from Jiangsong Mountain, a little novice with a youthful look on his face was sitting cross-legged by the window and reading the scriptures.

The little novice put down the scriptures, stuck his head out the window and glanced.

This temple of theirs is built on a mountain and is the highest point within a radius of ten miles. From his point of view, he could vaguely see a mountain in the distance, with a mighty river in front of the mountain, and a lonely temple on the mountain.

The dark clouds and thunder and lightning came inexplicably, without the slightest warning, as if this **** suddenly broke his heart and became angry.

The black clouds rolled in layers, covering the sky from one end of the sky to the other in the blink of an eye, depressed and low, as if they were pressing heavily on the roof, and you could reach out and touch it.

The little novice looked strange and strange, and really reached out to explore, but before he could straighten his fingers, the rain fell suddenly.

The rain was so heavy that even the mountains in the distance could not be seen clearly, only a faint shadow of the lonely temple could be seen.

The hand of the little novice was sore from the rain, and the cuffs of the gray cloth monk's robe were soaked and stuck to the forearm. It was naturally uncomfortable to wrap the soaked sleeves on the body, but the little novice didn't care, just stared blankly at the pouring rain.

I don't know why, he somehow felt that the rain was so heavy that it seemed like a catharsis, and he felt inexplicably sad, as if he was also enveloped by the black cloud, stuffy, and a little breathless.

He is still young and has lived in the mountains for a long time. He seldom has such unreasonable emotions. He only suddenly thought of the scriptures he just read. There is a sentence in it that he can't understand: From love comes sorrow, from love Therefore, fear arises, and if one is separated from the one who loves, there will be no worries and no fear. [1]

He watched the heavy rain silently for a long time, until his brother came in and told him to close the window.

"Senior brother, I just saw someone in the mountain temple in front of me." The little novice raised his finger and pointed to the mountain shadow as pale as blue smoke in the heavy rain, and turned back.

"What's your trick, can you see someone so far away?" Senior brother couldn't help laughing, and said, "No, that's Daze Temple, a famous ghost temple, it's been deserted for many years. , where did the figure come from?"

"I really saw it. I saw it before it rained, wearing white clothes and standing on the top of the tower, but when I looked at it again, there was no trace of it." The little novice recited "Amitabha Buddha", about As he was talking, he thought of something lonely and wild ghost going up.

Actually, my brother doesn't need to say, he also knows that the solitary temple is Daze Temple.

When he was a child, he heard two words from his brothers, saying that a long time ago, perhaps more than 100 years ago or more than 200 years ago, there was a young man from southern Xinjiang who shaved his hair at Daze Temple and returned Before receiving the precepts, Daze Temple suddenly encountered a thunder and fire, and all the monks were killed in the fire, so that when the people mentioned Daze Temple in private, in addition to lamenting, they were talking about that the southern border boy was probably a calamity star who restrained himself.

About ten years later, some people said that they saw a monk in white in the mountains of Songjiang, picking up an abandoned baby in front of the abandoned temple gate of Daze Temple and leaving.

The woodcutter who saw the monk in white swore and said that the monk rolled up his sleeves and revealed a totem that was only found in the southern border on his exposed wrist.

Decades later, someone also saw a monk in white in the mountains of Songjiang. Of course, this time the monk didn't roll up his sleeves, and naturally he couldn't see if there were any totems on his wrist, but the monk He also picked up a child in the mountains and left.

Of course, these rumors have not been widely circulated because none of them can be tested. Up to now, it is only occasionally mentioned in this temple, which is far away from Daze Temple. The little novice remembered that when his senior brother told him about it, he mentioned it quite amusingly: Master told me before, and one of the most outrageous rumors was that the boy from the southern border was the monk in white, and the monk in white, The later national teacher.

"What about abandoned babies and later children?" the little novice asked at the time.

Senior brother replied angrily: "Do you really believe it? Where can I find out."

Therefore, the lonely ghost temple is always accompanied by various legends in the mind of the little novice, which seems mysterious and unpredictable, and it is possible to see anything there.

"Don't be stunned, it's raining surprisingly hard. I heard this morning that the rivers in the county are full of water. If it rains again, I'm afraid it will cover your ankles. If you keep the windows open like this, it won't be long. This house has to be flooded too." Senior Brother scolded.

The little novice responded repeatedly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the window frame, just as he was about to pull it back, he glanced up at the sky subconsciously, and then stopped.

"Senior brother..."

"What's the matter? It's so hard to close the window?" The senior brother came over, crying and laughing, and planned to raise his hand to help him pull a hand, but saw the little novice staring blankly at the black cloud, and said blankly: "I seem to be, I saw a dragon..."

Senior brother heard the words and was about to knock him on the head, but saw a long shadow passing by in the dark cloud, wrapped in the white cloud and thunder, and could not see clearly. But that shadow, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a dragon!

"My God—" the senior brother exclaimed in a daze.

The little novice pointed at Songjiang Mountain and said with a dull expression: "It seems, it seems to be running towards Daze Temple!"

At the same time, in the Daze Temple on the top of the Songjiang Mountain, a long team of Nuo ceremonies in Taichang Temple is standing in the main hall. The fire didn't last long, but because of its remote location, the incense was scarce, and there were few monks. The fire was started by lightning at night, so no one could escape.

As a matter of fact, the fire only burned the back, and the front temples were not seriously damaged.

According to the instructions of the national teacher, the two Taibu Taizhu took hundreds of famous people and sat in a circle opposite each other in the main hall. Taibu was at the head and Taizhu was sealed at the end. The small stone carvings are engraved with complex runes, which are covered with oily yellow paper runes from top to bottom, and the bottom of the stone carvings is drawn in a circle with blood.

Taibu put the tip of his thumb into a blood spot, and the bright red blood beads burst out from the spot. Just as it was about to drip, a sigh suddenly sounded in the hall. The voice It was so light that it was mixed in with the wind outside the hall, so that apart from Taibu for a while, no one else had reacted.

Taibu frowned and swept around vigilantly, but remembered that they had carefully searched for this hall when they first arrived, and there were absolutely no idle people.

Didn't listen?

Taibu muttered to himself in his heart, and finally shook his head and ignored it. After instructing everyone, she raised her hand and pressed her thumb with blood beads on the ground in front of her. Hundreds of famous Yuzi and Taizhu also pressed it down.

I saw hair-thin blood lines extending from the place where the thumb was pressed, as if alive, crawling towards the stone sculpture.

Then everyone closed their eyes, opened their mouths and recited the scriptures in a low voice.

The humming sound came out from the hall, and then suddenly drifted into the pouring rain...

Wanshi Mountain and Dongting Lake, the two Taichang Temples, like them, sat around the stone carvings that the national teacher put down first, and pressed down their thumbs with blood beads.

The author has something to say: Note [1]: From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear, if you are separated from the lover, you will have no worries and no fear. ——"The King of Wonderful Colors Seeking Dharma"

Okay, it's finally here, I promise to let them have a sweet year~

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