Copper Coins

That was the scene of Meng Xia when he was stretched out on the coast of Huameng County before he was stretched out—innumerable golden threads shrouded from somewhere in the sky, piercing through his body one by one, nailing him. On the ground, or entwined on the scales, tightly bound, like a huge cage.

The gold thread is as fine as a hair, even if it runs through the body, there will be no bleeding for a while, because the wound is too small.But no bleeding does not mean no pain, those golden threads come from nowhere, they are burning at the roots, the muscles and bones inside the body are burning, and the scales are burning outside the body, with a slight movement, no part of the whole body is spared, that taste It is a million times more painful than ten thousand ants eating one's heart.

But what kind of temperament is Xue Xian?When he wanted to move, even if thousands of arrows pierced his heart and nailed him to the ground, he could pull them out one by one, one by one, and twist the other's head off, regardless of the severe pain.

After all, physical pain was never something that could stop him.

The reason why he didn't forcefully break free that day was because that day happened to be the catastrophe once in a hundred years.

There are big and small catastrophes, but most of them are thunder catastrophes.

For Xue Xian, Lei Jie was probably the most fearless thing.When a real dragon goes out to sea, which time is it not accompanied by Yunlei?At least in terms of momentum, he had long been used to the strangeness. No matter how frightening the thunder fell in front of his eyes, he could still watch it without blinking his eyes.

Ordinary cloud and thunder would not hit him. After all, the thunder is often caused by himself, even if it hits, it is not painful to him.However, the thunder in the catastrophe period was somewhat different, instead of avoiding him, they chased him and struck him, one after another, falling on him with blood.The lightest skin and flesh, the pain of the damage to the true spirit is life is worse than death.If the Taoism is not enough, the true spirit can be split directly, and the whole person will be turned into dust on the spot.

In order to save their lives, most ordinary people who are robbed will try their best to add more barriers to themselves.But Xue Xian can't do it, because his every move is related to the vast rivers, lakes and seas in the world, and his turbulence means that the rivers, lakes and seas will not be peaceful.There are occasional floods on weekdays, and at that time it was even hanging on the tip of a needle, and the city was full of oceans if you were not careful.

That's why Xue Xian usually returns to the dragon form when he responds to the robbery, because the dragon form is huge and has enough skin and flesh.

When encountering Xiao Jie, he would be too lazy to move, he would randomly find an uninhabited deserted island, hang himself on it, and let the thunder strike.After chopping, he took advantage of the opportunity to sleep there, and when the skin and flesh on his body recovered and the blood flow stopped, he would slide into the bottom of the sea, raise a true spirit, and then go out to become a demon.

But when he encountered a catastrophe, he couldn't be so casual.After all, the thunder of the catastrophe is not something that ordinary places can withstand. If it hits a deserted island, or a few strikes, the entire deserted island can be smashed into pieces and sink into the sea. If it hits a place with people, then It's going to be a disaster.

In order to prevent the thunder from falling to the ground during the catastrophe, when he responded to the catastrophe, he simply jumped into the air and wrapped himself in thick black clouds.A series of powerful mysterious thunders descended from the nine heavens, stopped in the black clouds, and only struck him one by one.In the human world, although the sound is scary, it can't hurt anything, there is no danger.

That time with Meng Xia this year, what Xue Xian encountered was a catastrophe.

But that catastrophe was more difficult than the previous ones, so that after the catastrophe was over, his true spirit was severely injured, it was difficult to stay in the cloud, and he fell straight to the sea.

The wounding of the true spirit can make people unconscious and dreamy.Therefore, when the thousands of golden threads bound him tightly and nailed him to the ground, he was very reluctant to even open his eyes, let alone see who the other party was or break free from the shackles.Even after that, for a long time, he couldn't even remember those scenes, only remembered some fragmentary fragments like nightmares.

It's just that at this moment, my mind was shocked, maybe it was a coincidence or something else, this forgotten scene flashed by, and Xue Xian was dazed for a while - at the end of the fine golden thread, there was a faint A figure seemed to be wearing white clothes, but it was covered too much, so I couldn't see clearly, only a rough outline.

Looking at the outline alone, the man is a bit thin and tall, his robe was blown up and down by the wind, and there are also flying filaments on the side of his face, which should be the hair that was blown loose.

only……

There are still some unspeakable weirdness.

The buzzing in his head gradually died down, and Xue Xian finally escaped from that scene.

"What's wrong with you? You, you wake up—"

As soon as he recovered his five senses, he heard a female voice ringing in his ear, her tone was anxious and full of worry.

"Miss Xingzi, don't shake it anymore, you'll lose your head if you shake your head any more..." Xue Xian pinched his brows, and started talking nonsense before he opened his eyes.

"Awake?!" Kyoko exclaimed in surprise, and then realized that she panicked and grabbed Xue Xian's shoulder directly.She withdrew her hand as if she had touched a wick, shrank back embarrassingly, and explained: "You suddenly lost consciousness just now, and you couldn't even detect your breath, which startled us, and I was so anxious... ..."

Xue Xian raised his eyebrows, and finally opened his eyes lazily.He half-closed his eyes and touched his own people, and said, "So you're going to pinch me?"

Xingzi leaned against the wall of the carriage, stared at the roof of the shed with broken jars, feeling a sense of grievance that could not be washed away by jumping into the Yellow River: "Ang, I strangled someone."

"Thanks, thank you." Xue Xian tilted his head and smiled at her, then turned his expression back and looked towards the deserted village.

"Eh?" She didn't expect to be thanked, Xingzi blushed and waved her hands repeatedly, "No need to work, just wake up."

Of course, Xue Xian didn't listen to what was said at all. He was looking at a certain place in the deserted village, wondering why there was no sign of Xuan Min.

"That bald donkey..." He had just said a few words, and felt that it was inappropriate to call Xuan Min like that in front of outsiders, so he coughed and said in a more serious tone, "How long have I been closing my eyes just now? What happened after the monk entered the village?"

"Any movement?" Xingzi shook her head, her expression worried, "It was time for a cup of tea, but I didn't hear any movement, let's...should we go in and look for it?"

Maybe it was the ability to go to heaven and earth that shocked the three mortals in the car, so that Xue Xian and the others made arrangements, and the three of them obediently listened.It's just that after all, the time for a cup of tea has passed, and who can tell what dangers will happen during this period of time.

Xue Xian frowned when he heard the words, stretched out his hand and flicked his waist, and said, "Bookworm, why have you been silent for a long time?"

This group of mortals have been fucked all day, are they still afraid of seeing ghosts?So he had no scruples about looking for Jiang Shining.

But it's strange to say that Jiang Shining didn't even poke his head when his elder sister and brother-in-law were kidnapped into this spooky deserted village, he really wasn't like him.

"bookworm?"

"..."

"Jiang Shining?"

"..."

As soon as the name came out, Uncle Chen, Sister-in-law Chen and Xingzi who were anxious in the car all looked over.

"Young Master Jiang...you called Young Master Jiang just now?" Mrs. Chen asked with a trembling voice.

Xue Xian casually said "Mmm", and opened his waist pocket to take a look in confusion.

Great, empty.

Jiang Shining had long since disappeared.

Xue Xian raised his head and looked towards the deserted village expressionlessly—Jiang Shining, that idiot probably couldn't help it, and ran away with Xuan Min in the chaos.

The sky gradually brightened up. Early in the morning, the water vapor was heavy, cold and humid, and the whole village was shrouded in a vast white mist. Only the outlines of some barren houses could be seen, dark and shadowy.

"Where's Lu Nianqi?" Xue Xian asked without looking back.

Inside the carriage, Lu Nianqi quietly replied, "Here, what's the matter, tell me."

His tone sounded rather helpless, because he was being sandwiched between two big quails, with the trembling Uncle Chen on his left hand, and the grumbling Aunt Chen on his right.The couple probably regarded him as a god-man too, and they didn't dare to touch Xue Xian, so they curled up beside him, thinking it would be more reassuring.

"Can you figure out what that bald...Xuan Min is doing now?" Xue Xian stared at the mist and asked.

"I can try." Lu Nianqi paused, and then said, "But I have to find something that the monk just touched."

Just as Xue Xian was about to speak, Lu Nianqi added, "The carriage is too big to use."

"..." Xue Xian silenced the words, thought for a moment silently, turned his head and stretched out a paw into the car, "Can I use my hand?"

Lu Nianqi: "..."

Xingzi: "..."

Something wasn't quite right anyway... and maybe nothing was right.

"You can't do living things, you can only detect dead things." Anyway, Lu Nianqi was never afraid of Xue Xian, nor was he afraid of being beaten. He said calmly, "Why don't you make a sacrifice, and I'll figure it out."

Xue Xian sneered, turned around and ignored him.

At this time, there was a quarrel in a big house in the already deserted Wen Village.

This is a small two-storey building, two buildings at the front and back, connected by a long corridor, forming a square courtyard. I don’t know what was planted in the courtyard, but now there are only vines and weeds half the height of a person. and a dead old tree.The windows of each house are rotten, the paper has been torn long ago, and the draft is whimpering and crying non-stop, which makes people's scalp numb.

The quarrel came from the east room on the first floor of the front building, which was the only room where there was no draft.

"Didn't you say that what you said was right?! Now it's all right, I can't even walk out!" A hoarse man's voice sounded, and the voice was full of complaints.

"Otherwise? Go ahead, Uncle Liu, the scissors, and the little stone are still alive?!" Another voice replied, "There is still a room here to keep out the rain. What happened when you picked up the fungus this morning?" Didn't open your mouth to complain?!"

There are several people dressed as beggars nesting in the east room at this time, all of them are unkempt, and the clothes are not when they were put on, and they probably have never been washed, exuding a sour smell.It's just that in this room, there is not only this kind of smell. Among the sour smell, there is also a strong smell of blood.

The man with the hoarse voice stopped abruptly at the wrists, without palms, and the skin on the wrists had been worn smooth, so it could be seen that the hands had been broken for several years or even ten years.

There was a fire in front of the severed hand, and a broken casserole was placed on a wooden branch above the fire, bubbling and boiling.The broken hand muttered a few words, picked up the wild vegetable leaves piled up on the side with his wrist, and threw them into the pot, "So what if there is something to eat, I don't know if I can keep it if I eat it..."

"Anyway, if you don't eat it, you won't survive. Cook your soup!" It was always the same person who answered his words. His face was covered with horrible scars. Only one of the two eye sockets had an eyeball, and the other eyelid was dark Glued together, there is no bulge, and it seems that even the eyeballs are gone.

Around the two quarreling people, there was still a circle of beggars sitting there, either missing arms or broken legs, and there were four or five good hands and feet who kept gesticulating, probably either deaf or dumb.

There was a wooden bed behind them, and there were three people lying on the bed, one old and two young, who were exactly the "Uncle Liu, the scissors and the little rock" in One Eye's mouth.They were covered with quilts that had already been torn, with a faint musty smell, but they were bedding anyway.

The three people who were lying down were breathing heavily, and they seemed to be running a fever, their faces were ashen and abnormally red, their lips were blistered and cracked, and the necks exposed outside the bedding were barely healed. The skin was covered with large festering wounds.

The strong smell of blood emanated from these three people.

In the corner of this room, there is still a man and a woman sitting curled up, young, with gentle and delicate facial features, and compatible temperament.Although the jackets and robes they were wearing were plain and ordinary, they had no tears or mildew. Although their hair was a little disheveled, they still looked out of place among this group of beggars.

This man and woman are Jiang Shining's sister Jiang Shijing and brother-in-law Fang Cheng.

"Aying..." Fang Cheng tilted his head and asked his wife in a low voice, "Where is the injury?"

They have known each other since childhood, so Fang Cheng always likes to call his wife by her nickname.

Jiang Shijing shook his head, "What about you?"

"I'm fine. Don't be afraid, they don't seem to want our lives or robbery." Fang Cheng whispered, "It's more like..."

Both of their eyes fell on the bed where the person was lying.

After the gang of beggars robbed them, they untied the hemp rope that was wrapped around their bodies, leaving only the piece on the wrist, and said in a rough voice: "We have nothing to do."

Just when they were about to talk in detail, some...very strange sounds suddenly appeared in the room.

It seemed that someone was coming down the stairs slowly, with slow and heavy steps, and it sounded like they were not in good health or were getting old.

At that time, the beggars were stunned for a moment, then they looked at each other, and one even raised his hand to count the number of people: "Five, six...seven, plus Uncle Liu and the others, that's ten, just right, all of them are there!" .”

As soon as these words came out, the faces of all the beggars changed, and they were a little shocked at once—everyone was in the room, so who is that person walking slowly on the stairs? !

A daring beggar spit out "pretending to be a ghost" and went out of the house, intending to see who was going downstairs, but he disappeared completely, until the footsteps disappeared, and never appeared again.

The other two beggars teamed up to look for him. It is said that they searched up and down the stairs, but did not find the missing one. It was foggy in the village, and it was so thick that they could not even see the house next door. Can't touch it.

This weird scene reminded the group of beggars of the legend about the ghosts in Wencun. They were so frightened for a while that they sat in a circle around the fire, and no one dared to go out.

"Do you two doctors want to drink some of this fungus and wild vegetable soup? You won't be able to go back for a while." The one-eyed man turned his head and said to Fang Cheng and Jiang Shijing, "Drink some soup to warm your hands, just like us brothers I'll make an apology to you guys, you adults don't remember the faults of villains, let's check the pulse of Uncle Liu and the others, their bodies are covered with sores, if this continues, their lives will die. We really have no choice, so we think It's such a bad idea."

"Although we can't live like a human being, we are also afraid of death." Broken Hand continued his words, "But we can't make up money, hire a doctor, or get medicine. We can only be bandits once..."

Sure enough, it was as they had guessed.

Fang Cheng shook his head and said: "In the past two years, there have been many disasters. There have been several famines, big and small. Life is hard to avoid. If you can't pay the money, you can't pay. If you really ask for it, can you still die? If I really With such a small amount of money, and refusing to give any medicinal materials, my wife will definitely be the first to refuse. It's just..."

He looked at the single eye, and said: "It's really too much to snatch people with their heads covered indiscriminately on the street. With the strength to catch people, what can't be done?"

"We also want to make a living, but no one is willing to take it." The broken hand raised his wrist, "We are like this, let alone other things, we must not be as good at work as we are, and we are willing to hire people like us." , basically purely doing good deeds. In these years of disaster, I can’t live well, so I don’t have the energy to do good deeds.”

"No one is willing to want it?" Fang Cheng said angrily, "Before you arrested me, did you ask me if I wanted it? If you asked the last sentence, 'I can't pay the money, can I pay for it with work', how would you know that I don't want it?" Will you agree?"

The severed hand wanted to speak, but just as he opened his mouth, the sound of footsteps slowly descending the stairs sounded again.

Everyone in the house was startled, and they didn't dare to move immediately.

"Gouzi, you are the closest to the door, close the door quickly!" Cyclops said in a low voice.

A young man with a broken arm jumped up, rushed over to close the door like a frightened bird, then swished back to the fire, staring at the closed door in horror.

"I heard, I just heard—" the one-legged beggar next to Gouzi moved to the side with his palms on the ground, and said softly, "This Wencun is haunted every year, and it is said that it is at the end of winter every year. , there will be a sudden sound of opera in the deserted village, gongs, drums and clappers will be heard far away at night, and there will be babbling and babbling opera... Oh, don't mention how creepy it is."

"Yes, yes, and what's more, I also said that sometimes I accidentally entered the village, and when it was foggy, I couldn't get out anyway."

"I can still hear people coughing, clapping their hands, or laughing..."

The beggar was talking in a hurry, frightened himself enough, shivering together, was interrupted by the one-eyed blue face, made a silent movement, and signaled everyone to shut up.

The slow footsteps seemed to come out of a certain room upstairs, went down the stairs again, walked a few steps slowly in the hall, and seemed to sit down on a chair.After a while, he seemed to stand up again, and walked slowly and procrastinated again.

The footsteps approached the east room little by little, became more and more clear, and finally stopped outside the door of the east room.

The scalps of everyone in the room exploded, staring at the door silently.That door has been decayed for a long time, even if it is locked, it will probably fall down if you push it twice, it really won't do much.

Just when they were pale with fright, a few coughs suddenly sounded outside the door.The coughing sound was very weak, as if he was seriously ill. After coughing, he gasped heavily, and then he dragged his feet and walked towards the opposite room.

call……

Everyone in the room let out a sigh of relief.

However, the house on the opposite side squeaked and closed again, and footsteps moved slowly towards the east house again.

When the group of beggars were frightened by the footsteps, their faces turned pale and broke out in cold sweat, everyone in the carriage beside the Wencundi Monument breathed a sigh of relief at the same time—because they saw a figure in a white monk robe appearing in the thick fog. It almost merged with the white mist, flying up and down in the cold wind.

"Master! Master is out!" Xingzi yelled, Uncle Chen and Mrs. Chen in the car quickly let go of Lu Nianqi, climbed to the door of the car, and looked with her head, "Where are the young master and young lady? Are you back?"

They stared closely at Xuan Min's figure in the mist, but were disappointed to find that there was no second person following Xuan Min.

Xue Xian, on the other hand, looked at Xuan Min's silhouette and frowned slightly.

Xuan Min quickly walked through the thick fog and walked to the carriage.

"Master, haven't you found our young master and young lady?" Aunt Chen and the others panicked and asked anxiously.

Xuan Min said: "We found the location, but we can't get close."

"Can't get close?"

Xuan Min let out a "hmm" and said, "But—"

Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Chen and the others slumped down and sat down, their eyes were red and they were about to cry.

Xue Xian, on the other hand, squinted his eyes silently, looked Xuan Min up and down, and asked without beginning and end, "When did you shave your hair and become a monk?"

Xuan Min turned to look at him, apparently not understanding why he would suddenly ask, "I've been here since I was a child, what's the matter?"

"Are you sure?" Xue Xian's tone could not be heard hot or cold, and did not reveal any emotion, "Don't you remember the past and the past?"

Why did he suddenly ask this question?

Just because the moment Xuan Min came out of the mist just now, the outline of his figure was indeed somewhat similar to that of the figure at the end of the golden thread—the same flying white robe, the same slender figure, and the same extraordinary ability...

The only difference is probably that there is a shadow of hair beside the face of the person at the end of the golden thread.