Copper Coins Chapter 90: Centennial Safety (1)

Xuan Min squeezed between his fingers, and Warlock Songyun rolled his eyes and fainted.

He threw the man with his head down on the black rock beach with his backhand, and he lifted his sleeves. The waves were raging, and the wind blade violently slammed into the circle, making an earth-shattering loud noise, and the invisible cover above the circle immediately splashed with golden light.

The force used by Xuan Min was so great that even the hard pinnacles with a slight edge were suddenly shattered into powder, so the invisible cover slowly appeared several golden cracks like silk threads under this heavy blow. .

The crack spread rapidly, and the entire cover was about to explode, but was restrained by another force at that moment.

I saw the sutra recited by the national teacher sitting on the black pebble beach for a while, then flipped the palm of his hand, pushed it in the direction of the circle, and retracted it abruptly.

In the interval when he stopped chanting, the blood spot that was creeping from his neck to his chin also stopped, and it was not until he resumed chanting that he continued to hide under the mask. This process was extremely fast, but even faster, the gust of wind that was constantly hitting on the cover immediately turned a corner and went straight to the national teacher.

When—

A golden bell appeared around the national teacher, who was originally dressed in plain clothes, and deflected the oncoming wind.

The huge force was pushed straight to the river wave, and the huge wave that originally came from its head was hit and turned its direction directly.

Xuan Min held a plate of copper coins, then raised his hand and tugged it. The rushing force of the surging waves was instantly applied to his one hand, and the huge drag force almost tore off the entire arm, which was shockingly painful.

Xuan Min's expression did not change, he only tightened his fingers and tugged his hands behind his back. The monstrous waves rushing towards the other side were pulled back by him alone. At the same time, the strength on the other side of him only increased. One after another, the astral wind slammed the circle, and the air flow brought out the surrounding stone peaks that were smashed into pieces and shattered to the ground. .

As the attack became heavier and heavier, the defense of the circular formation gradually became weaker, and the bell jar of the national division also faded, and the wind blade running through it was about to make a cut.

However, when the circle formation was about to reach its foundation, Jiang Songshan, who was behind him, became uneasy with the mountains that stretched hundreds of miles as far as the eye could see. , pull one hair and move the whole body.

Xuan Min frowned. The strong wind from the confrontation between the two sides made his monk robes fly, but the wind, waves and heavy rain from the outside never fell on this black rocky beach.

He was about to tap again with his fingers wrapped in copper coins, but the national teacher in the bell suddenly stopped the scriptures and said lightly: "Don't make unnecessary attempts, this blood formation is implicated in the mountains and rivers. If you continue to act recklessly, the bones under the mountains and rivers will be in vain."

A moment ago, when the mountains were all moving, Xuan Min saw a thin thread hidden in the shadow of the mountain. It was the same as the "spider silk" that came from three sides in Lianjiang Mountain. It was the connection between the formations. . Just by glancing at the direction of the filament, Xuan Min understood—

Bone in the mountains.

The huge formation that runs through the mountains and rivers behind him is really buried in the bones. Xuan Mian still hasn't remembered the details of this formation, but the trend and orientation are impressive. Such a large formation spanning the mountains and rivers from north to south, east to west, like ordinary small formations, requires the same spirits to hold the formation. There are many spiritual things in this world, but there are only a handful of spiritual things that can suppress such a large formation, no more than two.

It is clear at a glance which national teacher has chosen.

Xuanmin's eyes swept across the mountains, and the most dazzling filaments that flashed across the mountains came from the root of this huge formation - the keel.

Before the national teacher's voice fell, Xuan Min's fingers were already knocked down.

As soon as I heard a loud sound, the circle array and the bell jar all trembled suddenly, the mask covering the national teacher's face split in half, and fell to the ground, and his eyes were always closed. It finally opened.

He and Xuan Min are both dressed in Yunxue monk robes, with similar stature and similar temperament.

At the moment when they looked at each other, the eyes of the two of them who were standing and sitting for a while were a little stunned, and they quickly turned back.

In Xuanmin's limited memory, he only saw this "Master" once or twice when he took off his mask. Even in the Tianjiyuan where outsiders are not allowed to enter, he rarely shows his face. So much so that his impression of the face of this "Master" was always vague.

Nowadays, when I really look closely, the appearance of the other party and his impression are only similar, and there are many differences.

In the end, the national teacher who was still sitting suddenly shook his head very lightly after being stunned, and snorted softly as if mocking.

Xuan Min had a vague impression of him, but he didn't. After all, he was the one who brought Xuan Min back and raised him from a child.

At least he remembered what Xuan Min looked like when he was young and young. Even in the years when Xuan Min succeeded him as the national teacher, he also saw what Xuan Min looked like.

The name "Tong Deng" has been passed down to this day, and there have been four people, or three people. The so-called national teachers have been changing all the time, and these people are not exactly the same, but they were deliberately influenced by the talisman and spirit medicine when they were young, and their appearances were slightly similar.

Most of the time, the national teacher is covered with a mask, so there are only a handful of people who can see the true face, and if we see it today, the next time we see you may be many years later, and outsiders will only take it if there is a slight change. unusual. What's more, very few people dare to stare at the face of the national teacher without covering up, and more often, even with masks, those people are slightly lowered and dare not look directly.

In addition, the living habits and temperament of the previous national teachers are very similar, so that it is difficult for ordinary people to notice the difference.

The only thing they need to pay attention to is the transition period between the two national teachers. Because at that time, the previous national teacher was a little old, and the next one was in his prime. Therefore, when others are middle-aged and show them to the outside world, they begin to make a little decoration with glue wax and sex. At that time, Xuan Min still had a hint of youth in his appearance, and he also needed to use such various methods to minimize the difference between the two national teachers.

In the beginning, it was the young Xuan Min who respected the teachings and drew himself closer to him. Later, when Xuan Min became the dominant player, this tendency reversed direction, becoming that he did everything possible to make himself similar to Xuan Min.

Afterwards, so many things happened between them that the mask couldn't be taken off after wearing it, and now when I look at each other, I suddenly realize that I am a little unfamiliar with the other person's real appearance, which is really ridiculous now...

Xuan Min's gaze finally moved down silently and indifferently, and landed on the terrifying blood spots on the chin of the national teacher. This is a sign that the merits and virtues of a hundred people have been incorporated into his body. As long as these blood spots are finally alive The palaces converge into one point, and this is done. And this formation is closely linked with the Jiangshan Bone Burial Formation. Once this formation has been completed, I am afraid that Jiangshan Bone Bridging will not be able to change it.

When the national teacher stopped chanting sutras, the blood spots would stop moving. At this time, on the face, these blood spots seemed to be alive. Even if the national teacher did not continue chanting, they were still slowly moving. Move up.

As soon as Xuan Min lifted the monk's robe, he immediately shot.

At the moment of the confrontation, the circular formation shook violently, and the huge waves surged towards Jiang Song Mountain, covering the entire Black Rock Beach under it.

For a time, the earth shook and the mountains shook.

However, Xuan Min couldn't get the upper hand for a while, and he still had one unsolved copper coin, and for some reason, he and the national teacher had a strange sense of involvement in the tricks, not thinking like Xue Xian. The implication of the pass, but no matter what kind of move falls on the opponent, the effect always seems to be reduced.

What's more, in the fight, he has to keep other places under control at all times, so as to prevent the river from overturning and flooding the sky.

Of course, the national teacher can't help him either. So that the two sides fought hard to confront each other, but they were always high and low.

The copper coin in Xuan Min's hand is getting hotter and hotter, and the one that has not been lifted is buzzing constantly, and it is almost hot. It seems that one more trick will completely melt it.

The blood spot of the national teacher has passed the crowd and is moving towards the eyes. No matter how outstanding his appearance was, he couldn't resist such demonic traces, and his whole face looked strange and terrifying.

Xuan Min was always paying attention to the blood spots during the fight. He found that the blood spots were moving faster and faster. past the cheekbones.

Then the eyes.

Next to the brow bone.

The copper coin in Xuan Min's hand shook suddenly, and the last one of the restrictions was suddenly released at the critical moment. The old leather shell fell to the ground, and the oily-yellow copper skin was completely exposed...

A flood of memories flooded the sky.

In his memory, he returned to his childhood, still copying scriptures in front of the hall. The short table was specially prepared for him, just right for his size. He was standing, writing in one hand, and his posture was skilled. He was obviously young, but he seemed to have done this kind of thing a thousand times.

At that time, copying the scriptures was not to familiarize him with the scriptures, nor was it to calm down. After all, he had a cold temperament and did not like words since he was a child. He copied the scriptures just to practice his handwriting, so that his handwriting resembled that of the handwritten scriptures.

What's odd is that even if he doesn't practice, his handwriting is very similar to the handwritten scriptures.

After he finished copying a page, remembering these oddities, he raised his eyes and glanced at the national teacher beside him, and asked, "Master, who copied this scripture?"

The national teacher condensed the fingers of the copper coins and glanced at him. Those eyes were blurry in the dimly lit corner, making Xuan Min unable to understand the meaning. He waited for a while before he heard the national teacher indifferently say: "Same lamp."

Xuan Min was taken aback: "Same lamp?"

The national teacher said "um", still holding the copper coins.

The yellow light flashed from his hand, full of aura.

Xuan Min was a little puzzled: "Master copied it?"

"I've said it so many times, don't call me Master." Master Guo replied without raising his head, then paused and replied, "This book was copied by the same lamp."

"Previous?"

"The position of the national teacher is actually passed down from generation to generation, but it is all one person to the outside world. Naturally, the name of the law remains unchanged. They are all the same lamp. I am the third." After the national teacher finished speaking, after a while, he said: : "From now on, you will be the same lamp."

When he said this, his expression was also hidden in the shadows in the corner of the room, looking a little obscure.

Xuan Min was stunned. Although he was not hot, he was not very old after all, so he was still a little curious: "Then... what was the original name?"

He wanted to habitually call the National Teacher Master, but remembering what he said earlier, he omitted this title.

The national teacher said lightly: "Zu Hong, maybe it's the other side, I forgot."

…

He also remembered the first time he called himself Tong Deng, when he was nineteen years old, and there was still a trace of youth on his face. He carefully put the human skin mask on his cheeks, and put on a layer of animal pattern mask, and led the vast team to Mount Tai.

Since then, he has appeared as a national teacher more and more times, because Zu Hong began to feel a little weak, and he was old.

He saw the piecemeal affairs that he completely took charge of Taichang Temple in his various memories, and he had a sense of old dreams. If Zu Hong hadn't changed his mind, he might have been like this until the end of his life.

Although Zu Hongguo always reluctantly call him a master, at that time Xuanmin missed Shien, so when Zu Hong had not returned to hermit for a long time and wanted to participate in the affairs of Taichang Temple again, Xuanmin did not stop.

After all, he is not obsessed with the position of the national teacher. He prefers to live alone in the mountains rather than in the temples.

So after he was in charge of Taichang Temple for more than ten years, he simply relinquished Tianjiyuan to Zu Hong, and he moved to the Bamboo Building in Shanao. Because he was born with Buddha bones, and his spiritual resources are stronger than Zu Hong, Zu Hong still needs his help for some things.

So, although he lives alone in the mountains, he still maintains contact with Taichang Temple...until Zu Hong asked him to predict the true dragon calamity period.

"Why do you want to predict the robbery period?" Xuan Min, who was entrusted to return to the Tianji Academy, stood on the top of the Wangxing Building and asked with a frown.

Zu Hong, who was standing at the round table, changed his clothes so as not to be suspicious of Tong Xuanmin's presence in one place. Hearing that, he just said calmly: "There may be a catastrophe in three years, maybe it is It was caused by the real dragon encountering a catastrophe, so it is better to make preparations early to prevent the people from suffering."

Xuan Min felt strange for a moment.

He vaguely noticed something during the time he lived alone in the bamboo building, but he had no proof for a long time. In addition, what Zu Hong said did not sound flawed, so after he pondered for a while, he still agreed.

And later, when he learned that the real dragon was cramped alive on the day of the robbery, the huge differences that had been hidden in the dark for several years broke out completely. The shattered but ubiquitous cracks were completely wiped out, and all the clues that made him suspicious were finally strung together into the truth, and the truth was even more unimaginable than what he had estimated. It seems to have condensed into a long whip, completely severing all the signs of peace.

He is not an indecisive person, so he went straight into the Tianji Academy with a cold face in his anger, banning Zu Hong and dispersing his spiritual power. Who knows that Tongshou Spider is so deeply involved that he himself was affected by Zu Hong's injury, so he lost his memory.

Before he completely lost his memory, he hurriedly left a note for himself, and added a ban on the usual copper coins to prevent them from falling into the hands of others.

…

All the fragmented and scattered scenes, from childhood to now, have not fallen at all, just filling up all the missing ones one by one, as if a big dream has finally woken up.

Xuanmin's mind was finally clear, but the sight in front of him made his brows twitch.

I saw Zu Hong shaking the Zhaolei Banner gently with his fingertips, and dozens of heavenly thunders shot down from the nine days, but they did not kill him, but formed a net on top of his head. Cover straight down.

Xuan Min's face was stern, and he glanced down.

At this time, he couldn't hide from Tianlei, and he would only be suppressed by it and had to fall to the ground. In the gap when he was disturbed by his memory, Zu Hong was already waiting for an opportunity to circle a talisman formation under his feet.

This formation is not fatal, but a puppet formation. If he is pushed into the formation by Tianlei, he will lose his mind and be at the mercy of Zu Hong.

"How could I kill you?" Zu Hong said in a low voice in the gust of wind, "As long as you are obedient—"

Just as the thunder was crushing the top and the talisman formation was on the verge of breaking the ground, a long shadow roared through the stormy waves and swept away Xuan Mercy from both sides in the blink of an eye. Then the long tail flicked.

Zu Hong bit off his voice, worthy of a flash, and then barely avoided the blow.

However, in the next second, hundreds of Xuan Lei smashed down one after another with an earth-shattering loud noise.

"Zhao Lei Fan?" Someone sneered with great disdain, and said coldly: "What kind of thing!"

As the voice hit the ground, Xuan Min first landed on Jiang Song Mountain, while another figure in black slammed into the black rock beach amid the thunder, splitting the wild waves on the river with one palm, with a huge force , swept to where Zu Hong was.

The author has something to say: Let's put this part out first, everyone can go to sleep after reading it~ I will continue to code the latter part, and I should be able to read the second half when I wake up tomorrow~