Copper Coins

After the hand was amputated, it had already returned to its paper-skin appearance, hanging on the paper talisman, swaying with the breath of the ancestor Xue Xian, making people dumbfounded.In short, you can tell whose masterpiece it is at a glance.

Xuan Min turned his head and glanced at Jiang Shining, the latter coughed, and while covering his severed hand to prevent his sister from seeing, he smiled dryly at Xuan Min: "I am quite curious about the master's paper talisman, so I stretched out my hand to try it... ..."

No one would believe this, after all, Jiang Shining has always been a man of good manners, even if his curiosity was really aroused, even if he was suffocated to death, he would not randomly pick paper talismans without asking Xuan Min.What's more, he has seen Xuan Min's paper talismans along the way, so where is his curiosity?

Even a fool could guess that Jiang Shining must have been threatened and instigated by Xue Xian.

Xuan Min withdrew his gaze flatly, but didn't say much.He gently and deftly took off the severed hand that had turned into a thin paper skin, nodded at Jiang Shining and said, "Raise your wrist."

"Huh?" Jiang Shining was stunned for a moment before he realized it.

He turned his body slightly, blocking the eyes of his sister and husband from behind, and stretched out the severed wrist.Because he was too worried about being seen by his sister, he was a little absent-minded the whole time. He kept paying attention to the movement of the two people behind him from the corner of his eye. He didn't understand how Xuan Min dealt with it at all. When he lowered his head, his hand had already been connected, and there was no wound left, only a shallow bruise on the wrist.

Not only was he not even sat down, but even his hands were connected. An eminent monk is an eminent monk.

Jiang Shining stretched his wrists and thanked him again and again: "Thank you, please, next time..."

Xuan Min glanced across his face indifferently, Jiang Shining paused, then immediately shook his head and changed his voice: "There will be no next time."

"En." Xuan Min didn't seem to care, and turned around in response, and stood beside the unlucky Xue Xian again.

"Don't look at it, I've got a lot of blood in my throat, and if you look at me so condescendingly, I can spit out your face, believe it or not?" Someone who couldn't be a monster was really aggrieved, and heard Jiang Shining's words "There will be no next time" Finally, full of resentment, he wanted to grab Xuan Min's head off with his bare hands.

Xuan Min had already raised his hand to pinch the end of the paper talisman. Hearing this, he paused, silently glanced at Xue Xian, then decisively withdrew his hand, turned around and was about to walk towards the door.

When he turned around, the sleeves of the frivolous monk's robe floated up. Xue Xian, who could only move his fingers twice, quickly grabbed the corner of the sleeves, pulled it twice with a stiff neck, squinted his eyes and lowered it condescendingly. Gesture: "Come back, come back, don't leave, I'm trying to make it hard not to spit on you, can't you..."

As soon as Xuan Min turned his head, he saw that the evil person shuddered, and silently "poohed" in the corner.

As soon as this evil person finished "bah", he raised his eyes and met Xuan Min's downcast eyes.

Xue Xian: "..."

Xuan Min: "..."

Xue Xian quibbled: "What I just yelled at was my heartache."

Xuan Min: "..."

Xue Xian: "I've finished vomiting, but your face is saved."

Xuan Min: "..."

Xue Xian couldn't help but want to explode, but seeing Xuan Min's good-looking face, he reluctantly suppressed his temper.He rolled his eyes restrainedly under the paper talisman, and said in his heart: All right, let me explain the truth to you.

Thinking of this, he moved his fingers, grabbed Xuan Min's sleeve and pulled him forward.

He originally wanted to draw Xuan Min closer, so he lowered his voice so that if he needed to bow his head, he wouldn't be ashamed, because others couldn't hear him at all. As for this bald donkey... anyway, he didn't lose face in front of Xuan Min twice This time, the jar has already been broken.

But as soon as he pulled the corner of his sleeve, before he could speak, the bald donkey suddenly took rat poison, and his attitude changed drastically, and he took off the paper talisman with only one glance at him.

"There may be something you're looking for in this deserted village, so let's talk about it..." Xuan Min took off the paper talisman and didn't make any trouble with him, only holding on to the handle of the two-wheeled cart, he turned Xue Xian around , facing the scar-faced man and the others.

Xue Xian had no choice but to suppress the wonder in his heart, straightened his expression and said to the scar-faced man, "If what I'm looking for has been placed here, it must have happened in the past six months. Have you ever been here in the past six months, or Passing by? Have you ever noticed any changes in this deserted village, such as wild grass and trees or the direction of mountains and rivers?"

The scar-faced man shook his head: "I really don't have it. After all, this place has become a deserted village. We usually go to other villages and rarely pass by here. It's a shame to say that we always make it to Qingming or Zhongyuan. I bought some paper money somewhere, and burned it on the spot. The last time I came here was last winter, and there was no—"

"I remembered!" Before the scar-faced man could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the old woman behind him, "Don't tell me, there really is! Boss, do you remember that we used to go up the mountain road every time?" When you turned to the path in front of the village, was that the first hilltop and old tree crown you saw?"

After being reminded by her, the scar-faced man was stunned for a moment, then he slapped his palm and said, "Oh yes! There is that old ginkgo tree in Thumb Mountain! I said why when I entered the village just now, I thought it was a bit strange. The hanging water is gone, the branches of the old ginkgo are bent badly, and the shape of the top of Thumb Mountain is also a bit strange. I didn’t look carefully just now, so I don’t remember how it is so strange. But—”

He frowned again as he spoke, and looked at Xue Xian: "Didn't there be an earthquake a while ago? After all, this place is next to a mountain, and shaking up and down a few times, it's normal to have such changes. Can it be called weird as you said?" ?”

Xue Xian raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and said, "Forget it, why not."

Not to mention anything else, the earthquake might have something to do with his keel.

"Which mountain is the Thumb Mountain you are talking about?" Xuan Min asked.

The scar-faced man stood by the window and pointed towards the south through the hole in the paper: "Here—see, that one, Thumb Mountain, Thumb Mountain, just as the name suggests, it looks alike."

Xuan Min nodded, and met Xue Xian's gaze as soon as he turned around.

"My own bones, I dig myself." The ancestor said.

Everyone in the room trembled: What is "one's own bones"?Which decent person's bones are buried in the ground and need to be dug? !

"Talk less." Xuan Min said as he picked up the wooden branch that he had just drawn a circle on for Xue Xian, and neatly drew three lines on the ground, perfectly drawing the people in the room. In the three areas - one for Jiang Shining, one for the unknown beggars, and another for the theater troupe.

After drawing, he said to the scar-faced man and the others: "Stay within this line and you will be safe. If you want to go out, just walk out of the house." After finishing speaking, he nodded and pushed Xue Xian out of the house Door.

Xu Dashan outside the house was extremely enthusiastic. When he saw the two of them leaving the house, he thought they were about to leave Wencun, so he immediately started arguing.

Compared with Jiang Shining, Xue Xian is definitely not a soft-hearted person. If he really gets cold, he is like a person without heart and lungs, and a rock cannot be moved.But most of the time, he doesn't care much. Whether he can be persuaded or not depends on his mood.

At this time, Mr. Xu Dashan didn't know what he wanted, or maybe he was in a good mood, and he actually gave birth to some meaning that "the kindness is hard to refuse", so he said to Mr. Xu Dashan: "If you don't leave the village, it's just I borrowed your two-wheeled car to look around, and I returned it after reading it, after all, I have to return your car."

Hearing this, Xu Dashan was relieved again, he smiled like a Maitreya, and said in a harmonious voice: "There is no need to return this two-wheeled bicycle, and it will be useless if I leave it here. It can be used as a gift for the little brother." Xu couldn't be more gratified to see some useful things. But, I must go back when I come back. After drinking, my old friend from the opera troupe will be on stage, and my little brother can't help but join us!"

Xue Xian put on a serious look in front of people, except for the casual tone of voice, he was generally considered polite.But once out of the Xu residence, into the white mist of the barren village, someone put all these things to the back of his mind——

He has a car!

He doesn't have to be hugged and humiliated, he can go wherever he wants!

Xue Xian held back his emotions, restrained himself and said to Xuan Min who was pushing the cart: "Just now I let you push it because I was worried about those ignorant people in the room, now you can let go, it's just a small two-wheeled cart , I can still drive it."

Xuan Min glanced at him suspiciously, but finally let go. After all, he also knew that Xue Xian was holding back, and he would go crazy if he controlled this evil like this.

A person who can drop his head off can do anything when he is crazy.

However, as soon as Xuan Min let go of the handle on the back of the chair, he felt a little regretful, because he really experienced what it means to "let go"——

It was just the effort to let go of his fingers, he only felt a strong wind blowing from the flat ground in front of him, the sound of the wind roared like a dragon's chant, and the white mist blinded his eyes.After he frowned and swept the white mist away, he found that the half-paralyzed man in the two-wheeler had disappeared without a trace of the man and the car, and he no longer knew where the waves went.

Xuan Min: "..."

This is both expected and unexpected.

He really didn't expect this evil person to be honest, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

Xue Xian used the wind instead of walking, half pushing and half supporting the two-wheeled cart to move forward.It's just that he himself is used to using the wind to support the dragon's body, and he seldom supports the chair like this. He lost his strength for a while, and he just waved a mere two-wheeled chair out of the momentum of the wind.

By the time he realized it, he had already crossed half of Wencun, and was only an inch away from Thumb Mountain.

He slapped the armrest, and the wooden wheels on both sides of the chair were pressed by gravity, suddenly sank into the mud, and stopped abruptly.

"That bald donkey is lost, right?" The wicked man actually had the face to mutter like this, and began to think about how to show Xuan Min the way.In fact, Xuan Min's string of copper coins is wrapped around his hand, and this string of copper coins can actually shake to make a sound, breaking the situation and leading the way.But at this time, he never thought of it at all.

Xue Xian glanced at the thick fog around him, and then at the little mountain top barely exposed from the fog ahead of him, and had an idea.

His so-called "brainstorm" often deviates from ordinary people's understanding.After all, the last time this ancestor had an idea, Long Huaren flicked his tail in mid-air, threw the stones Zhang Lu and twenty-seven people into the lake, and made human meat dumplings.

As for this time...

Xuan Min, who was blended into the white mist of the barren village, swept around, followed Xue Xian's faint trace and raised his foot. He was striding towards a certain direction, but just after taking a few steps, he suddenly heard a sound The mighty dragon chant.

Xuan Min raised his eyes in surprise, and saw a huge black dragon's head popping out of the thick fog in the distance ahead, and said solemnly in his direction: "Here!" In the fog, he was nowhere to be seen anymore, presumably because his lower body was weak and unable to hold on.

Xuan Min: "…………………"

However, Xue Xian's short dragon body seemed to resonate with something in the mountains. The moment he retreated into the thick fog like a gopher, the ground of the entire deserted village trembled slightly.