Copper Coins Chapter 89:

The fresh blood drained from his body little by little, and it seemed to take the heat out of his body. He began to chill, his vision became blurred, his mind was groggy, and his neck became less and less able to support his raised head.

In the almost dazed panic, he suddenly remembered many, many things, fragmented and loose.

He remembered the people who grew up with him in the mountains, and now they are all rolled down in this blood like him.

I remembered the first time I saw the national teacher. At that time, he was still a child. He didn't understand the truth, and he never had anything to do with the national teacher. When I was in the team, I saw the national teacher once. There were so many people back then, but no one dared to get too close. He was squeezing back and forth in the crowd trying to pick a clearer position, but he was accidentally bumped by someone's elbow, and he was about to slam into the sacrifice team. Seeing that he was about to fall, he only felt that Yunxue swept past his eyes, and so lightly swept a wind, Jiang Jianghao straightened his body.

At such a young age, he didn't even realize what was going on. How could he stand firmly on the edge of the road when he came back to his senses, and when he looked up in amazement, the team had already walked forward for a while, However, he still saw the monk in white riding on the tall horse at a glance...

This memory is too old, so far away that he thought he had forgotten it long ago, but at this moment he recalled it again.

It turned out that at such a young age, he was not as afraid of the national teacher as he is now, and even had some reverence. Since when did he see the national teacher and only fear and apprehension......

He took Song Yun's life, and the same group of brothers ran in secret for several years, and he could not remember how many things he had done. At first, watching human life pass from his hands, he was still in a panic, and he also asked Song Yun back to the source.

Song Yun said that everything they do is for more people. Those little preparations are all about setting up a grand formation. That formation is called Jiangshan Burying Bone. If it is formed, it will not only prevent the catastrophe they counted, but also protect the mountains and rivers for a hundred years.

Song Yun never taught him these things that were too profound, and he didn't know how to handle this grand battle. I just remember a sentence that I heard Song Yun say countless times since I was a child: Some great things are accomplished without a little sacrifice.

He understood this, so he kept it in mind for many years.

To this day, until he watched helplessly as the blood gurgled, from life to death as if only a blink of an eye, and a huge fear enveloped his head, he suddenly became full of confusion.

He suddenly felt that the sentence was wrong, and there were many things missing, at least... at least ask if those people are willing to be sacrificed.

After another hopeless and dying struggle, he was confused and felt that the sentence was not wrong, but...

He was suddenly a little uncertain. Is such an indifferent national teacher really involuntarily doing it for the people? The hundreds of people lying here, the dead bones at the bottom of the river, and more people who have been implicated, are they really worth dying, and are they really unavoidable...

But he didn't have the strength to open his mouth to ask these questions. He couldn't even look at the national teacher's eyes again. He could only fall asleep a little bit in the darkening darkness, and then... probably not. Wake up again...

The blood flowing from the fingers of the hundred people finally followed the lotus seat, dyeing the entire stone statue dark red, and even the back was no longer dusty, but showed a strong evil spirit.

As if a strange ceremony had finally begun, all of a sudden, the entire Jiangsong Mountain and the black rock beach where the national teacher was standing began to vibrate. Kankan stopped behind him and retreated in defeat.

At first glance, it appears that two forces are competing madly.

The national teacher sat on the spot, palms clasped together, chanting scriptures in a low voice. At first glance, it seems to be saving the undead, but there are some strange tones mixed with the simple and simple scripture, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

The black stone fell behind him, and the big waves rushed in front of him, but strangely formed an arch above his head, which didn't hurt him in the slightest.

In the beginning, there was no change. When he finished reading a passage of scriptures, dense blood spots appeared on the ends of his fingers, which looked terrifying and abnormal. There were hundreds of blood spots at least.

The scriptures remained in his mouth, seemingly oblivious to the blood spots.

And these blood spots seem to be alive. In the thick scriptures, they are pushed towards the back of the hand little by little, but each push is extraordinarily difficult.

The national teacher wears a silver mask and has never shown his face, but in the blink of an eye, a thin layer of sweat has leaked from the place where the temples are pressed by the edge of the mask. It can be seen that although his voice does not fluctuate, it is actually a waste of time. strong.

The blood spots slowly climbed up the forearm from the back of his hand, hiding in his wide sleeves.

The wind and waves between the sky and the earth are even more terrifying, and they have the potential to invade the sky and swallow the earth. The small building on the river bank in the distance was directly beaten by the raging waves. The crackling sound, and another huge wave rolled in, completely collapsed and fell into the river.

At the same time, a golden silk thread, like an electric light, swam far away at the other end of the river bank. The speed was like a thunderstorm rolling on the ground. Before people could react, it was already heading northeast, passing by After somewhere in the middle of the river, there was a burst of explosions, and then it went straight to the southwest, and finally went straight to here.

Just as it passed Dongting Lake and Wanshi Mountain, and finally ran to Daze Temple. A trace of golden light began to emerge from under the national teacher. And that piece of blood has already crawled along the arm and over the neck, and appeared on the neck.

The scene was actually quite terrifying. A monk who looked quite out of the world had blood spots all over his neck, and the blood spots were still forced to climb up by his scriptures.

At the moment when the blood spots spread to the chin, a blood circle suddenly appeared on the black rock beach.

There was a flash of blood in the circle, and suddenly there were two more people.

One of them was wearing a white linen monk's robe. It was so cold that it was palpitating, as if under a hundred years of ice and snow, an abyss was pressing down. And in his hand he was unceremoniously holding another man's collar.

The man was covered in blood. The original gray-blue robe was covered with dust and mud, and there were cracks everywhere. The exposed arms, neck, and even his face were marked by various scratches, as if they had been devoured by ten thousand ants. In a frantic itch, he turned himself into a blood man.

This **** man is not someone else, but a sorcerer of Pine Cloud in the besieged valley.

And the person holding his collar is Xuan Min.

His face was still icy cold, but there was something faintly hidden in his dark eyes, as if the storm was about to come, which made people feel inexplicably fearful.

The moment Warlock Songyun landed, he saw the national teacher with his hands folded, and his face was immediately dazed, and then he was shocked.

"You're not, you—" Song Yun jumped abruptly, subconsciously trying to break free from Xuan Min's hand, but saw Xuan Min move his hand expressionlessly. on his neck.

"You—" Song Yun had suffered in the Hundred Wormholes, otherwise he would have been able to resist for a moment and a half, and would not have ended up in such an embarrassing situation. He was pinched by Xuan Min's neck, and his words became vague and difficult, "You are another—ah—"

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Min's hand tightened again, not because of what he said, but because Xuan Min could see the circle on the black rock beach and the blood on the neck of the national teacher who was chanting the scriptures. point.

Before in the valley, the ban on the fourth copper coin was lifted, and part of Xuan Min's memory was also restored. Those fragmentary memories are too complicated, as if from a lifetime, and not ordinary people can digest them all at once.

Before these memories were restored, Xuan Min actually had a faint feeling that his relationship with Xue Xian was not easy. He even felt that the person he had been looking for seemed to be Xue Xian.

However, intuition is just intuition after all, and it always makes people feel a little bit of luck.

But when he really saw in his memory that he was measuring the real dragon robbery period, the whole person seemed to fall directly under the abyss, the wall was so strong that he could not see the light of the sky.

Bone-crushing hatred lies there, and words can be forgiven. Therefore, Xue Xian left without looking back, but he couldn't catch up. He could only raise his eyes to see the long shadow disappearing in the clouds, and then disappeared, never to be seen again.

Maybe it will never be seen again in this life.

However, whether Xue Xian is willing to see him again or not, he has to repay the debt. So he caught the Songyun Warlock, and directly drew the ground to form an array, and came to the place where the keel was buried. No matter what his intentions were in the first place, he will completely repay the debt.

One bone for another.

Cause catastrophe, he came to town, implicated human life, he came to pay back.

However, when he really landed on the Black Rock Beach, he found that what he saw was very different from what he expected. The monk in front of him with his palms folded and wearing a silver mask, he had seen in his memory.

When he was a child, he was punished by this monk to copy sutras and chanting Buddha in the snow. He was also led into the house by this monk and watched him carefully warm the bedding with a copper oven. , tell him some common sense, watch him get into the quilt, and close the door for him when he leaves.

A long time ago he called the monk "Master", but it had not been called again for decades.

He still has some omissions, and his memory is unclear. He only remembers that many, many years ago, when he called this monk Master for the first time, the other party was stunned for a long time, and then he waved his hand coldly and said: "The old friend Seeing each other, I dare not be this master."

He didn't understand the meaning of this sentence for many years, and never thought about it again.

Nowadays, there are actually a lot of things in his mind, but very few of them are related to the person in front of him. The moment he saw him, even a very complicated emotion surged in his heart, and he couldn't tell where it came from, but it was definitely not the emotion a disciple should have when seeing his master.

He frowned for a moment, but then he suddenly understood something——

Because this "Master" dressed in exactly the same way as him is surrounded by a dazzling array, not to save people and save the world, but to seek blessings and virtues by exchanging lives.

The author has something to say: I will finish the boss battle tomorrow, and I will never finish it! ~