Copper Coins

Xue Xian, who was so angry that he was in a daze, seemed to hear something shaking under the skin and bones of the bald donkey's waist again, and the sound of "Dang--" seemed far away, and he was completely out of breath. .So this evil has passed away for a long time...

When he woke up again and slowly poked his head out of the dark pocket, he found that he was no longer in Liu's house.

Xue Xian glanced around, and found that this seemed to be a bedroom with neat mattresses and bright yellow lights. There was a faint fragrance of wood leaves and an almost imperceptible smell of medicine in the room.Xuan Min was standing in front of a carved round wooden table. On the table lay the unconscious paper skin Jiang Shining, a stone mill dug out from Mr. Liu's house, a thin cloth bag, and a copper basin filled with clean water. And a set of bean celadon tea set, with three words engraved on the handle of the pot - Guiyunju.

One can tell at a glance that this is the upper room of a certain inn.

Return to Yunju...

Xue Xian spent some days in the market. He has seen the Zhuangyuan Building where scholars like to go, the Guangyuan Building where businessmen like to go, and the common Yuelai and Fushun. Most of the names are very auspicious, like Guiyunju. This kind of inn sounds like "I wish you a good death", maybe only people who have had their brains pecked by chickens will come to stay.

Obviously, the bald donkey is the kind that has been pecked by chickens.

Xue Xian saw Xuan Min washing his hands carefully in the copper basin.I have to say that this bald donkey's fingers are really good-looking, long and thin and fair, and when they are bent, they will show straight muscles and bones.This bald donkey seems to be born without knowing what it means to be anxious, and he does everything in a leisurely manner. Even washing his hands can give him a calm and solemn feeling like reading scriptures and chanting Buddha.

Xue Xian also accepted this, "You wash your hands, it looks like you are going to give someone a funeral."

Xuan Min glanced down at him and said, "It's indeed a funeral."

Xue Xian: "To whom?"

Xuan Min said indifferently: "Mr. Xu."

Xue Xian: "Mr. Xu?"

A faint sigh came from the stone millstone: "Thank you, Master."

If it's not Mrs. Liu, who else is it?

Xue Xian raised his face expressionlessly: "I—cough, how long have I been sleeping? You even asked the old lady's last name?"

He wanted to say "how long have you been dizzy", but in a fit of anger, it's really disgraceful, so he temporarily changed his words to "sleep" for the sake of Long's face.

Xuan Min shook the water on his hands, picked up a white cloth towel at the side and wiped it carefully, and replied, "I've been dizzy for five hours, and it's already night."

Xue Xian: "..." How come this kind of coffin plank that insists on stabbing people's feet isn't thrown into the moat?

He was very annoyed, so he shut his mouth for a while, not wanting to talk to this bald donkey anymore, he really can't chat!

Xuan Min ignored him, but put down the cloth towel, opened the thin cloth bag several times, and took out a small stack of yellow paper and a pen inside.

A small plate of mixed ink was placed beside the copper basin, Xuan Min spread out a piece of yellow paper, dipped a pen into the ink, and wrote a few words on the paper——

Liu Menxu

Bingyin Year July [-]rd

Xuan Min took out another stick of incense from the cloth bag, folded the yellow paper with Mrs. Liu's surname written on it three times, lit it on a candle, and placed it on a stone millstone.A thin piece of yellow paper burned surprisingly slowly, and the surface of the stone mill quickly turned black, as if covered with a layer of paper ash.

He slowly twisted the incense stick in his hand, letting one end of it be completely burned by the fire ignited by the yellow paper.

"Are you superseding?" Xue Xian held back for a while, but still didn't hold back, and made a sound.

He has only seen that kind of ordinary super-salvation method, commonly known as Dafo Qi - a group of invited bald donkeys sit in a circle, and the room is brightened by the reflection of their foreheads.They took turns in two groups, and chanted the scriptures of rebirth to the coffin board day and night for seven days and seven nights.Xue Xian once followed the wrong person, and accidentally entered the house of someone who was doing some errands. In desperation, he heard the group of bald donkeys buzzing in his ears non-stop for seven days, and he read one head and two words. Big, can't wait to hang directly on the coffin board.

From then on, when he saw the monk, he felt a headache.

He was afraid that Xuan Min would buzz like this for seven days and seven nights, if that was the case, he might as well just jump off a building now and get rid of it all at once.

Xuan Min twirled the incense stick in his hand, a thin wisp of green smoke curled around the stone millstone, exuding a faint sandalwood fragrance: "Cleaning hands, writing posts, burning incense, and chanting scriptures can send the dead to their next life."

He really wants to chant scriptures!

Without saying a word, Xue Xian turned his back pockets.

Xuan Min glanced at him: "What are you going to do again?"

Xue Xian: "I'm dead, jump off the building."

Xuan Min: "..."

Naturally, Xue Xian couldn't jump off a building, at best he rolled over from Xuan Min's waist and landed on the carved round table.He just flipped over on the table, and was about to fall down, when Xuan Min grabbed him and carried him back to the table.

This bald donkey is poor and elegant, not a serious monk at all, this can be seen from his usual behavior and the good room he lives in.

At this moment, he didn't know what illness he was suffering from, and he was somewhat displeased with the folded marks on Xue Xian's body.He unceremoniously smoothed Xue Xian with his fingertips, then picked up the heavy stone paperweight, and pressed Xue Xian down.

The paperweight was half the size of a palm, and it was a narrow, thin square. Xue Xian showed a head on top, two thin legs on the bottom, and only two claws on the left and right sides.

Xue Xian struggled twice, except for the tips of his two claws, the rest of his body remained motionless.

Xue Xian: "..." Your uncle!

Xuan Min ignored him and concentrated on lighting the incense.

When the incense burnt to the end, Xuan Min recited a scripture in a low voice, and then kept silent. This was probably what he called "chanting", which was very different from Xue Xian's imagination.

The yellow paper and the incense burnt out almost at the same time, and when the last scarlet sparks were extinguished, Xuan Min tapped the stone millstone that had bound Mrs. Liu for more than three years with his fingers.

There were two or three "clicks" in succession, and the seemingly thick and indestructible stone mill was actually split into several petals.

At the same time, Mrs. Liu's faint voice sounded again: "I feel relieved, I'm on my way now, thank you."

When the words fell, Xue Xian saw a phantom flash past in the stone millstone, and the incense ash and paper ash on the surface of the stone millstone disappeared completely.

However, at the moment when the stone mill disc cracked and Mrs. Liu disappeared, there were suddenly two vague and light sounds in the room, tinkling, like a bell tied to a horse or something, passing through the room. The long streets and alleys came, small and far away.

Then, something rolled from the center of the cracked stone millstone onto the table.

Jingle bells—clang—twice in succession.

Xue Xian felt something rolling over the table, and before he had time to raise his head, it rolled over the back of his head with grunts: "What the hell is this?! Something that doesn't have eyes, broke it! "

As soon as Xuan Min stretched out his hand, the round thing happened to roll over the edge of the table and landed in his palm.

He looked at it with his fingertips, and said calmly, "A golden bead the size of a sheep's eye."

Xue Xian was taken aback: "The size of a sheep's eye? A golden bead?"

really!He just said, the golden beads transformed from the body of a real dragon can't be refined by any sorcerer!This sorcerer simply and rudely wrapped the gold master into the stone millstone.

However, he was really excited, and suddenly heard Xuan Min say: "Yes. Since you don't have eyes, they should be broken."

"No! Wait!" If it wasn't for the paperweight, Xue Xian would probably go to heaven, "If you dare to break it, I will break you!"

Xuan Min said indifferently, "You have eyes again?"

Xue Xian said angrily, "I have long eyes."

Xuan Min: "Isn't it broken?"

Xue Xian: "It's not broken anymore, who dares to break my things!"

"Your stuff?" Xuan Min said calmly, "How to prove it?"

Xue Xian took the opportunity to coax: "Okay, you remove the paperweight, and I'll prove it to you."

Xuan Min glanced at him and spit out four words: "You can dictate."

"..."

Xue Xian wanted to spit his intestines in his face.

However, this golden bead is really important, holding it in the hands of this bald donkey makes him feel a little controlled by others, so he has to force himself to be honest.

Without any ups and downs in his tone, he said numbly: "Put the golden bead in front of the candle and shine it, and you will see—"

I saw a faintly coiled dragon inside, but the dragon's head and claws were all curled up in the long body, so I'm afraid I couldn't see it clearly.

But Xue Xian didn't say that. He bit the tip of his tongue and said, "You can see some curved patterns inside. Have you ever seen other gold beads that can see through?"

Xuan Min heard the words, and put the golden beads close to the candlelight.

Sure enough, the round bead, which looked no different from ordinary gold, became a little transparent, and there was a thin wire coiled in it.

Xuan Min said, "Snake."

Xue Xian: "..." Snake, grandma!

He endured and endured, and hummed with a livid face: "Have you replied this time? Can you move your shabby paperweight away? Give me back my beads!"

Xuan Min was not unreasonable, he saw that the evil was well-founded, so he raised his hand and removed the paperweight.

Xue Xian sat up, leaned on the table and shook his head to get used to the dizziness of "rocky mountains pressing down on top".He shook his paper head, then stretched out both hands to Xuan Min, and said in a rather harsh tone, "Where are my beads? Give them to me!"

Xuan Min pointed to the center of the table, and said, "You first—"

"Stop talking nonsense, give it to me quickly." Xue Xian interrupted him impatiently.

Xuan Min stopped talking, looked at him silently for a moment, and then put the gold master with big sheep eyes on the two paper paws.

Boom!

The gold beads are not light, and the paper skin can't hold them up.

Xue Xian only felt his two claws fall suddenly, and when his eyes went dark, he was knocked off the table by the unlucky bead and hit the ground directly.

"..."

It's just impossible to get through the day.

When Xuan Min picked up this evil obstacle from the ground, his two paws were still grabbing the gold pearl tightly, like a miser.

"I just asked you to move to the center." Xuan Min put him back in the center of the table and looked down at him, "Are you still interrupting randomly?"

Xue Xian said in his heart, "Bah! Can you control it!" However, he fell so badly that he was afraid that the bald donkey would get upset and confiscate his precious pearls, so he hummed unwillingly: " Alright, I will try my best to let you finish next time."

With his arms around the golden bead, he rolled it around the table twice, until he knocked on something with a "ding--", and then he remembered that more than one thing fell out of the stone mill just now.

Xue Xian lay down on the golden bead, took a closer look, and saw that what he bumped into was a silver disc the size of an apricot. There was a thin slit in the waist of the disc, and it would make a crackling sound when touched.

"What is this?" After Xue Xian asked, Gululu rolled aside.

Looking at it from a distance, it is still something that has never been seen before.

"This is the medical bell." Jiang Shining's voice rang suddenly.

Xue Xian, who stuck himself tightly on the golden bead like a tumbler, followed the golden bead to the side of the stone paperweight, and stopped when he hit it: "Are you awake?"

"I've been awake all the time, but I couldn't speak before." Jiang Shining said, "Now, it's probably because of nightfall, and I can suddenly speak again."

His voice sounded very gentle, and compared to before, he had more inexplicable vitality, and he was no longer lifeless, as if... a certain matter on his mind was suddenly settled, and he felt a little more relaxed.

As soon as the words fell, he fell from the table to the chair, and then fell from the chair to the ground, and changed back to the scholar.

He reached out to pick up the medical bell, rubbed it with his fingers, and said, "This is my family's medical bell."

Xue Xian was taken aback: "Your family?"

"En." Jiang Shining nodded, and showed Xue Xian the side of Yiling, and saw a name engraved on it——Jiang Yong.

"This is my great-grandfather." He explained: "Great-grandfather was a bell doctor, and he walked around the streets to see patients every day. At that time, in order to remind people, the bell doctor would hang a silver doctor bell on the medical box. Wherever he went Wherever it rings, sick people will come to seek medical advice when they hear it. This medical bell was used by my great-grandfather. Nowadays, there are fewer bell doctors walking around the streets, and most of them are well-known. A medical hall with a face. My Jiang family has practiced medicine for generations. In order not to forget my original intention, this medical bell has been passed down from my great-grandfather to my parents."

"Your parents?" Xuan Min frowned, stretched out his hand to ask Jiang Shining to pass the medical bell, looked at it, touched the medical bell with his finger and listened quietly for a moment, said: "Do you still have blood relatives?"

"Yes, my sister married Anqing far away and avoided the disaster." Jiang Shining replied.

"The souls of your parents are trapped in this medical bell, unlike the Xu family who was restrained by the stone millstone, they cannot be rescued for the time being, and you need three drops of Lao Gong's blood from your living relatives." Xuan Min said.

"Laogong blood?" Jiang Shining was born in a medical family, but he immediately understood Xuan Min's words, "Does it mean the new blood from Laogong acupoint?"

Xuan Min nodded.

He handed the medical bell back to Jiang Shining, and glanced at the cloth bag beside him.

Xue Xian followed his gaze, and happened to see another stick of incense in the cloth bag.

He pointed with his hand and asked, "You, Bald Donkey, only used one incense stick to save Mrs. Liu, what is the other one for?"

Xuan Min said bluntly: "Save this scholar."

Before Jiang Shining could react, Xue Xian had already raised his head: "What?! You—"

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Min suddenly supported the table, his brows were deeply furrowed, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he suddenly felt unwell.

Xue Xian was taken aback for a moment, then turned off the voice and looked at him: "Vald donkey?"

He tentatively yelled twice, but found that Xuan Min didn't open his mouth to answer him, but simply sat on the chair with his eyes closed, as if he was sitting quietly and recuperating.The small mole on his neck suddenly had a few thin red marks winding outwards. At first glance, it looked like a small spider lying on its stomach.

However, Xue Xian didn't pay attention to such details. He stared at Xuan Min for a while, and after confirming that he would neither die nor wake up, he quietly waved at Jiang Shining.

After about a cup of tea, on the path leading from Guiyunju to the outskirts of Ningyang County, a consumptive scholar who looked frail was hurrying along.A paper man was sitting on his shoulder, and the paper man was holding a golden bead in his arms like a money fan.

It was Jiang Shining and Xue Xian.