Copper Coins Chapter 9: Gold ingot (5)

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Xue Xian glanced at his palm, and then swept the bald donkey's body. The monk's robe is wide, which makes Xuan Min tall and thin. From the outline of his straight shoulders and back, it can be seen that his thinness is not the kind of clear soup and water, it should be strong and thin. But in any case, it is still far from being "strong".

So, Xue Xian raised his chin in distrust: "Can you catch it with one hand? How about coaxing a ghost?"

Xuan Min's expression didn't move, and his palms were still spread out.

"Okay, you have to be responsible if you fall and become disabled." Xue Xian said nonchalantly, and with both hands supported, he jumped off the wall.

But at the moment of falling, he has changed from a thin and big living person to a paper-skinned man with a squeak. Probably in order to match the width of Xuan Min's palm, he also specially shrunk the paper a few times, the total size of which was no more than a palm, so leisurely like a fallen leaf falling from a branch, he lay down in Xuan Min's hand...

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Xuan Min: "..."

I'm used to seeing the living appearance of this evil barrier, and I suddenly see this "dead and restless" portrait again, even if it is a little smaller, it really hurts my eyes.

Xuan Min looked away silently. With the intention of being out of sight, he imitated what he had done before and put the evil barrier back into the hidden pocket around his waist. But this time, he talked a little bit about human nature, instead of letting it sink to the bottom, he let this evil barrier reveal his head, so he could lie beside the hidden pocket and breathe from time to time.

Who knows that this evil obstacle is not happy.

"Excuse me, please change place." Xue Xian said Excuse me, but his tone was not polite at all.

Xuan Min never thought that, in just a few words, this evil barrier had already forgotten that he was the one who was caught, and there was a faint meaning that the sky would be turned upside down.

Have you ever seen a prisoner going to a big prison righteously requesting a first-class berth?

“How to change?” Xuan Min lowered his gaze.

The paper-skinned man was born without bones, so he turned his face upside down, rolled his eyes and asked Xuanmin, "I want to shoulder!"

Xuan Min: "..."

The paper-skinned man surnamed Xue still complained with reason: "The field of vision in this place is too low, I can't see anything, I want to shoulder!"

Xuan Min: "..."

Why don't you go to heaven?

"I'm not afraid of falling again at this time." Xuan Min said lukewarmly.

Xue Xian didn't want to fight back: "Are you slipping your shoulders? Are you jumping? How can I fall if you don't slip or not?"

This evil barrier is always plausible, but Xuanmin couldn't say anything about him, so he just shook his head and said helplessly: "Go on."

After he finished speaking, he ignored Xue Xian and took a step.

Xue Xian lay on the back of the pocket and waited for a while, but he didn't see Xuanmin reaching out to help him change places, and immediately said angrily, "Where's the hand?"

Xuan Min replied coldly: "Climb by yourself."

Xue Xian: "..."

For the uncle Xue Xian, crawling all over the floor would be humiliating, and he couldn't do it by killing him. But the monkey used his arm strength to climb up like a tree, and he was reluctant to accept it. So he raised his face and visually measured the height of the bald donkey, and condescendingly stretched out two dragon claws, hooked on the bald donkey's monk robe.

The texture of Xuanmin's monk's robe is a bit strange, saying that raw hemp doesn't look like raw hemp, and saying that cooked hemp doesn't look like cooked hemp. . In short, it is not something that ordinary monks can wear.

There's also a... an indescribable taste.

Like a snowy alpine pine forest.

The paper skin man is really light and small, so Xue Xian grabbed three or two and then climbed straight up from Xuan Min's waist to the neckline.

Originally, it could be on the shoulders by turning it sideways along the neckline, which is considered a shortcut. However, Xue Xian didn't. He leaned on Xuan Min's neck and turned to look at his shoulders, then raised his face again.

From his weird angle, Xuan Min's thin chin can be seen, and it can't be seen any further up.

Xue Xian rested for a while, then swung abruptly, climbing up to Xuan Min's chin, and three or two claws on the bridge of his nose as if his buttocks were on fire. With Xuanmin's imminent force, he fell from the side to his shoulders , and acted out what it means to "push the nose on the face".

Xuan Min: "..."

If you can cultivate such a fearless temperament, it will definitely not be a simple little demon, but Xue Xian's original aura is so weak that Xuan Min has been unable to determine the origin of this evil obstacle.

Speaking of the original...

Xuan Min glanced at the paper-skinned man sitting on his shoulders, and asked in a deep voice, "You told that wild ghost scholar earlier that your life is not over yet."

Xue Xian adjusted his posture, chose a comfortable position, and sat lazily. Hearing the words, he responded with a very perfunctory response: "Yes, so it's not just right for you to accept me."

Xuan Min didn't answer him, but instead asked, "Where is your original body?"

In this world, there are always some clubs who can speak especially, pick others' painful feet, which pot can't be opened and raised.

Jiang Shining's reed stick is one, and so is this bald donkey.

Where is the original body?

I'm afraid even Xue Xian himself doesn't know that.

Recalling that day at the seaside in Huameng County, Guangdong Province, after he was cramped alive, it rained heavily and the tide swelled. The big waves swept him into the sea. He was in so much pain that he lost his mind, and when he regained a little consciousness, he found that his soul had left his body.

Without the support of the primordial spirit, such a huge body could not maintain its original appearance. As before, it shrank into a golden bead.

He originally wanted to take Jin Zhu away, and after he had regained his Yuan Ling, he would return to his original form, but God made a terrible joke on him. Before his consciousness was completely clear, the golden pearl was carried ashore by a big wave. He only vaguely saw people dressed as fishermen who picked it up through the sea.

By the time he regained his sanity and tried to chase after him, the man was nowhere to be seen.

Thinking of this, Xue Xian felt a little angry, so he replied in a nonchalant tone: "I'm not looking for it!"

Xuan Min glanced at him again: Even if he can lose his original body, this evil obstacle is quite capable.

It's not that Xue Xian really doesn't take it seriously, but that the original body is much less troublesome than living a cramp. Now he can't find it, just because his vitality is seriously damaged, he has broken the connection with the original body. When he is fully recuperated, he will naturally be able to sense the original body, and it will be effortless to find it.

However, it's one thing not to look for it on purpose, it's another to have it delivered to your door.

Xue Xian remembered the buzzing he heard before, and couldn't help but muttered to himself: "The location of this house is a bit ancient—"

While he was saying these words, Xuan Min had already led him through the hall and entered the room calmly. He passed through two narrow doors without any risk. After walking down one corridor, he was about to open another narrow door.

So, before Xue Xian said the word "weird", he cut himself off and hurriedly changed the subject: "Wait! Why does this place look familiar?"

More than just noodles...

The floor paved with bluestone slabs, the house with the carved wooden door, and the old tree sticking out of the wall and the long vines... This is not the place where Xue Xian opened his eyes before. place? !

Dare this bald donkey take him around and turn around and return to the original place? !

Xuan Min shook his head and said, "Just now is empty, this is real."

Xue Xian glanced at him and said in his heart: "Okay, since this bald donkey is proficient in eight dungeon techniques, there is no big mistake in the calculation. He said it was the truth...

"Then what's the use of finding this fact?" Xue Xian watched the bald donkey cross the threshold of the narrow door and walked towards the empty room.

Xuan Min said: "This is the gate of life. From here on out, the formation can be broken."

Xue Xian was about to speak, but suddenly heard vague human voices in the room that should not have been there.

Xuan Min's steps stopped immediately, his toes turned, and with the paper-skinned man on his shoulders, he quietly hid behind the beams and pillars of the corridor.

How could anyone?

Xue Xian leaned on Xuan Min's shoulder and slightly poked his head from behind the pillar. Fortunately, the cardboard was really inconspicuous, so it was extremely difficult to attract the attention of others.

I heard the voices of the people in the house gradually become clearer, and the timbre was a little familiar. When the door of the room was pushed open with a squeak, and the people in the room stepped over the threshold a little awkwardly and took a leg, Xue Xian suddenly reacted - it was the voice of the fool Liu Chong.

Is it possible to find other trapped people without much effort? Who is he talking to? Jiang Shining?

But Xue Xian was not a reckless man after all, so he realized something strange in a blink of an eye.

The thick robes Liu Chong wore were not the same as before. He was wearing a gray-blue robe before, but now he is wearing a dark ochre-colored robe with a dark red edge on the sleeves, which is quite festive.

As soon as this idea appeared, Liu Chong, who was standing outside the door, turned around to help the people inside.

His hands and feet are clumsy, and even the movements of helping people show a 12% effort, and likewise, he also shows a 12% sincerity.

He staggered out, holding his hand, was an old lady with her hair in a bun. The old lady's hair was pale and sparse, and the bun was only a tiny ball, which was fixed softly behind her head. Her face was haggard, the corners of her eyes were drooping, her face was full of folds and wrinkles, and her lips were a little purple.

She put one hand on Liu Chong's wrist, like the stump of an old tree clinging to the mud, holding Liu Chong tightly. In the other hand he was leaning on a grey wooden cane. Even so, her movement across the threshold was still somewhat reluctant.

The old man was dragging his feet, which was obviously too high for her.

The old lady finally stood outside the door holding a cane in both hands, smiled at Liu Chong again, and muttered with a sullen mouth: "Chong'er can do it, go and get me a wooden stool in the room."

Liu Chong nodded, and just as he was about to enter the room, the old lady added: "By the way, there are lanterns and ingots."

A fool can only focus on one thing at a time. The old lady ordered three things in a row, which was a bit too complicated for the fool Liu Chong. He straddled the door with one foot and stepped outside with one foot, staring at the old lady blankly, biting the word hard, and said, "Wooden stool... Yuanbao?"

The old lady sighed inaudibly and said with a smile: "Well, Chong'er is smart."

Liu Chong returned with a silly smile and hurriedly entered the room. After a while, he walked out with a wooden stool in one hand and a huge cloth pocket in the other. With his hands occupied, the fool seemed to have no idea how to step. After hesitating for a moment by the threshold, he managed to step out, and after a staggering step, he handed the wooden stool and the cloth pocket to the old lady.

He probably wanted to help stabilize the wooden stool and open the cloth pocket, but because of his clumsy hands and feet, the wooden stool was almost knocked over, and the slip knot of the cloth pocket was accidentally pulled into a dead knot by him. I don't know if it's really here to help, or to cause trouble.

However, the old lady did not show any impatience, she still smiled at Liu Chong with a sullen mouth, and said, "Go and get two lanterns in the room."

Liu Chong probably felt that he had been praised, and he was even more positive. He responded with a "hey", then turned around and searched the room. After a while, he raised two red lanterns.

"It's young, it's time to replace the white lantern." The old lady taught Liu Chong to change the lantern beside the door to a more festive red, and then sat back on the wooden bench, squinting and removing the cloth pocket dead end.

It took a long time to open it.

The cloth pockets were scattered in all directions, and the piles of paper ingots inside were spread out on the ground.

The old lady carefully took out a fire inch stick from her pocket, borrowed a light from the white leather lantern she took off, and threw it on the pile of paper ingots.

The warm yellow flame jumped up instantly, and the piles of paper ingots collapsed instantly as if they had been sucked dry. One of the ingots on the corner was not scorched by the fire, but was stirred by the wind to the side of the beam. Xuan Min quietly copied it, and the paper ingot fell into his hands.

Xuan Min turned the paper Yuanbao upside down, and sure enough, when he saw a few words written on the bottom of the Yuanbao, he rushed to the writing like five horses, and at a glance, he knew that it was from the fool Liu Chong.

Xue Xian squinted his eyes to identify it, and found that it was a person's name - Liu Xian.

He immediately thought of the indecipherable ingot in Liu Chong's room, and thought: Could it be Liu Xian who wrote it?

But if you think about it carefully, it's not the same. Liu Xian, Liu Chong wrote it clearly now, why did it become a mess after changing the time? Looking at the paste of the ink, there are definitely not only two words.

Xuan Min let go after reading the words under Yuan Bao. The paper ingot was stirred back by the wind again, just in time for the last bit of fire, and was licked clean.

While pulling the lingering fire with a cane, the old lady rambled: "This year, my body is not very refreshed, and my waist can't be bent. This paper ingot is a little less than in old years. You will use it." /

Liu Chong sat on the threshold and listened quietly. Just after listening to a few sentences, he turned his head and ran back to the room, took out a small pile of yellow paper, buried his head and folded something on his lap, and said while folding: "I... I will, I will come."

The old lady turned her head to look at him, her brows and eyes were mixed with a little distress under the light of the fire.

Liu Chong is a bit clumsy in other things, but he is a lot more proficient at folding ingots, so it can be seen that he has helped a lot. He folded one, held it in the palm of his hand, raised his head and smiled at the old lady, looking silly and wanting to be praised.

The old lady also smiled at him and said, "The ingots I folded with children are better than the ones I folded."

"Here—" Liu Chong handed the ingot to the old lady and motioned her to throw it into the residual fire.

The old lady waved her hand: "I'm not busy, I'll burn it the same next time. I didn't write the name, it's not easy to burn, and I don't know who it is when I burn it. Your grandfather doesn't know how to collect it."

Liu Chong nodded thoughtfully, then lowered his head and folded the new one seriously.

The old lady tapped the cane on the ground next to her, knocking out the little sparks that were stuck on it, and fiddling with the paper dust again, so that the ones below burned through. While fiddling, he recited a few words: "It's delicious and fun to receive ingots, gold and silver, and peace and security."

Liu Chong folded the ingot, and subconsciously followed the old lady on and off: "It's delicious and fun, Jinshan... Yinshan, be safe."

The bag of paper ingots was quickly burnt clean. The old lady tapped on the cane and dragged Liu Chong into the house together. In the end, I don't know what the fool bumped into. The two entered the house with their front feet, and there was a crisp sound from their back feet, which sounded like some porcelain was broken.

"Don't panic, it's okay, ah, it's okay." The old lady's voice came from the room, maybe Liu Chong did something wrong and was frightened, so he comforted him tightly.

After a while, the old lady and Liu Chong came out of the room again.

The old man used the front hem of the thick robe to pocket a few pieces of broken porcelain, while Liu Chong took one...

Xue Xian squinted behind the door for a long time, and found that it looked like a small bronze mirror.

What are you doing with the bronze mirror?

He was really puzzled.

I saw the old lady instructing Liu Chong to dig up the mud of the old tree beside the wall, put the broken porcelain pieces into the mud pit, and put the bronze mirror in it. When burying the bronze mirror, the old lady recited two more rambles: "Put the mirror up, the bad omen will be changed to good omen, and the broken will be safe."

Xue Xian: "..."

The two finished burying the broken ceramic pieces and bronze mirrors before heading back into the house.

Although Liu Chong was stupid, he knew a little about filial piety. After he helped the old lady into the house, he stepped over the threshold.

Xue Xian turned his head and asked Xuan Min softly: "This life is also weird, and you have to replay some old scenes before letting it go?"

Xuan Min frowned, and immediately raised his hand to touch his lips, signaling him to keep his voice down.

However, it was still a step too late. Seeing that Liu Chong, who had also stepped into the room with his hind feet, seemed to have heard some movement, he stuck his head out again with a blank face. He was so immortal that he happened to look straight at Liang Zhu, and Xue Xian's eyes met.

It is reasonable to say that with such a small piece of paper, if you take it three inches away, you may not be able to see the eyebrows clearly, not to mention it is seven or eight steps away.

However, Liu Chong really saw him.

I don't know if it was Xue Xian's illusion or not. He found that Liu Chong's somewhat stupid eyes condensed in an instant, and the dark eyes stared straight at this place without moving, giving people an inexplicable feeling of creepy.

At that moment, the wind in the courtyard suddenly stopped and then suddenly rose, but it completely reversed the direction, and the sudden change was indescribably treacherous. Liu Qiqi suddenly stepped out, and there was a procrastination in the house, thin and rigid, which was slightly different from the old lady's previous pace.

Xuan Min no longer hid behind the beams and pillars, but leaned against the narrow door while Liu Chong took a step, dodged behind the door.

The sound of rustling footsteps did not stop, from far to near.

Xuan Min glanced left and right, and decided to choose the corridor on the right. He slanted across the patio, avoiding everything facing the house, and strode toward the narrow door at the slant.

"Why did it suddenly change?" Xue Xian held onto his monk robe tightly with both hands, and couldn't help turning his head to look, and saw that the old man and the young man had come out through the narrow door, whether it was Walking posture or facial expressions, there is a kind of empty and chilling strange feeling.

"For some reason, the gate of life was changed to the gate of death." Xuan Min stood beside the narrow gate, and while replying to Xue Xian, raised his hand and pushed open the narrow gate.

Xue Xian: "...So the eight doors are different from what you originally planned?"

Xuan Min: "Yeah."

"What will happen if we break through the door by mistake?" Xue Xian asked.

Xuan Min calmly said: "All the ominous situations will be triggered by one, and similar scenes will appear in each door. It is enough not to be seen by those people. Once they are seen, they will immediately chase after them."

"..." Xue Xian thought of the old man and the young man who had suddenly changed his face just now, and said again, "When will we catch up?"

Xuan Min: "I will never die."

Xue Xian: "..."

After saying that, Xuan Min had already crossed the threshold and entered the narrow gate. This time it was a hall, and for some unknown reason, three or five servant girls gathered around the table. One of the girls said: "This old lady is not looking good, and her face is getting worse. Don't it be that Jiang's medicine is not symptomatic?! Quack doctors kill people!"

Another round-faced girl continued: "I don't know, we don't know the prescription either, just take good care of the old lady. Last night I was really scared to death, the old lady couldn't breathe. Fortunately, I dared to slap her on the back. Are you two guarding tonight? Be careful!"

Before she finished speaking, a girl hurriedly ran up behind her and panted, "Quick! Go to the back! The old lady is afraid that—"

Hidden in the shadows, Xuan Min didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and immediately turned around and walked out of the narrow door. Xue Xian couldn't help turning his head to look, and then slapped Xuan Min: "I saw it! I saw it again! Let's go!"

With his voice, the footsteps in the room suddenly changed, and they came in the direction of the narrow door.

He opened two doors and provoked seven or eight people who didn't know if it was a human or a ghost to run after him. It was a lot of fun!

And the bald donkey turned its toes and stood at the third narrow door without any delay.

Xue Xian: "..." Ancestor, can you think clearly before opening it? !