Copper Coins

When the buzzing passed and the sesame-like black in front of his eyes gradually faded away, Xue Xian noticed something was wrong——

Beneath him was the ground paved with bluestone slabs, and he could rub a piece of dark green moss when he moved.Obviously, he fell to the ground, and the bald donkey who had been holding him had disappeared.

It's not just the bald donkey, he turned his head and scanned around, but Master Liu also disappeared.The room behind him is still there, but this room has a door and a face, and there are fine wood carvings carved on the forehead. At first glance, it is not the place where Liu Chong's idiot lives. Naturally, he does not expect Jiang Shining and the others to appear in the room. up.

In fact, the place where he stayed was extremely quiet, and he couldn't hear any faint human voice.Like a vacant mansion, the gate is deep, but silent.

"What the hell kind of place is this?" Xue Xian muttered.

His current situation is a bit worrying. If it were someone else who was thrown in such a quiet place, he would be able to walk around a few steps to see what was going on.But Xue Xian couldn't, he was half paralyzed and couldn't walk.

The paper-like Uncle Xue simply spread himself out to dry the creases on his body, propped his hands on the ground, and dawdled his head to admire the scenery——

In addition to the room behind him, there are old vines running against the wall on his left, and a shade tree whose branches just protrude from the top of the wall.On the right is the corridor and the courtyard wall. Through a narrow door, one can vaguely see a small garden inside the mansion.

Just looking at this corner, one can tell that this is a well-decorated mansion, but if there is not even half a person in the most exquisite mansion, it will be a little scary.

Fortunately, Xue Xian is a master who has stabbed the sky before, no matter how scary the scene is, in his opinion, there is nothing terrible, just be careful.

"The front is south, and the back is north..." Appreciating the scenery was not aimless. Xue Xian looked around and roughly judged the general direction from the growth of moss on the stone slab, the direction of the old vines, and the orientation of the house. .

If I'm not mistaken, his location is the northeast corner of the house.

northeast corner...

Xue Xian hissed: "It sounds familiar..."

If he is still in Master Liu's mansion, then this place in the northeast corner is the house of Liu Jin, the youngest son of Master Liu who almost drowned.

The buzzing sound heard earlier also seemed to come from this direction.

Here's what he's looking for? !

Shocked, Xue Xian sat up straight and held his breath to listen for a while, but he didn't hear any sound, let alone such a special humming.

He swept away a piece of moss in front of him, curled his lips in disgust, and then lay down on the ground.Now, he finally heard a very slight movement.But the strange thing is that the movement is sometimes nearby, sometimes far away, and there is no fixed point at all.

Coupled with its subtlety, it is almost impossible to catch the slightest distraction.This way of teasing and running, and then teasing and running, made Xue Xian extremely impatient. After listening to it for a while, he became angry.

It's a pity that he couldn't turn over this body made of torn paper.

Just when he was a little restless, a gust of wind suddenly slipped in through the carved window at the base of the wall.The wind in winter is somewhat strong no matter how small it is.Xue Xian, who was used to Dongfeng, naturally would not miss this opportunity.Immediately spread out the paper to catch the wind.

In the blink of an eye, he was stirred up by the wind.

Xue Xian took the opportunity to grab a tendril on the old vine, and flipped himself onto the shady tree two or three times.

The waist of the tree was straight, and except for the branch sticking out of the wall, there were not many tangled branches, so Xue Xian's trip to the east wind came to an end.

The paper skin is light and thin, not to mention that it is easy to float down when hanging on the branches, and it does not take the lead in the field of vision.

So Xue Xian also came up with a trick to transform a living person, and in a slight wind, he suddenly changed back to his original shape.He supported the tree trunk with one hand and the curly branch with the other, and sat firmly on top of the wall.

Under the light of the sky, his eyebrows became clearer and more beautiful, and his deep black eyes were like two cold pools, under a thin layer of mist, there was a sharp and willful charm.

The first thing he did when he sat up was to look outside the courtyard wall.

After taking a look, Xue Xian turned his head expressionlessly, stared at the courtyard wall for a moment, and then turned his head to look outside the wall.

After going back and forth like this several times, Xue Xian's expression finally showed a crack, like cold white porcelain that had been frozen and fried.

"..."

How the hell do they look exactly the same inside and outside the wall? !

Xue Xian thought it was a bit of fun.

If the prediction is correct, he probably encountered a ghost hitting a wall.

It was the first time in his life that the ghost hit the wall and dared to hit him.

But this thing will not be covered for no reason, there must be a reason.Xue Xian thought back on the previous events, and only thought of the "pumping the river into the sea" that the bald donkey Xuan Min mentioned.

Could it be that something got mixed up in this Feng Shui Bureau, and they went crazy because of a disagreement, and they were all involved?

So, there is no sound in this mansion, is it affected by the ghost hitting the wall, or is he really the only one left?

Although the view from the top of the wall is wider than that of the bluestone slab, it is not much better.There are fire-sealing walls of different heights everywhere in the house, blocking most of the scene.What Xue Xian saw was nothing but Baipi Daiwa and bluestone slabs, and some narrow doors that he didn't know whether he could pass through.

He stared at the narrow gates in the east, west, north, south, and four directions, and then glanced at the high and low walls, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.

In this kind of static square courtyard, encountering ghosts hitting the wall, if you want to break out, you must follow the Eight Gates Dunjia.

Open the door, rest the door, live the door, hurt the door, Du door, view the door, shock the door and the door of death, each door has a variable, if you go wrong, at best, you will not be able to get out of this game, at worst, you will either die or be injured.

This courtyard is surrounded by four directions, and the so-called eight gates are also surrounded by one layer, so it must take a lot of effort to untie it.

Xue Xian's identity is different from ordinary people, he has never spent time thinking about these messy things.As far as the first half of his life is concerned, these things didn't play a big role in him.He never thought that he would have a handicap and hit a ghost wall one day.

Therefore, let him sit here and figure out which is the gate of life and which is the gate of death, it is better to give him two knives.

"Let me drag my two useless legs around looking for someone?" Xue Xian snorted and said to himself: Why do I hate myself so much?

He is used to arrogance, and unless it is absolutely necessary, he will not shamelessly torture himself if he is killed.If it is really a last resort...then kill him directly.

There is very little wind in this dilapidated house, and he can't even find anything to rely on. Even if he figured out where to go, how should he go?Climb over or move over?

Just thinking about that scene gave Xue Xian a toothache.

Let's dream, whoever likes to climb will climb, anyway, he won't climb!

Leaning his back against the tree trunk, Xue Xian bit the tip of his tongue and pondered for a moment, then reached out and fumbled in the hidden pocket in his bosom, and found a piece of yellow paper.

The yellow paper was a little crumpled and had many folds. It looked like the thing hadn't lived a good life since it fell into Xue Xian's hands.Xue Xian was quite disgusted with it, so he held one end between two fingers and shook it open.I saw a bunch of dog crawling characters that my mother didn't recognize painted on the yellow paper.

But Xue Xian knew him.

He got it from a fortune-telling Taoist when he was passing through Raozhou Prefecture.

The Taoist had two crooked mustaches and a rag crown, and there was a blue mark at the corner of his eye, whether it was a birthmark or someone beat him.He nestled by the bridge all day long, and sold a lot of yellow talismans that he wrote and drew by himself.This man is also a strange man, since he wants to sell talismans, at least he can practice a word that can catch people.It's good for this old man, with a pen of dog crawling calligraphy and painting yellow talisman, he is not at all ashamed, and he is not afraid that he will not sell it.

Xue Xian stayed under his hexagram booth for a few days, and glanced at the yellow talismans he drew. Most of them were just for display, and only a few of them were smooth and could be used for small purposes.

It's also just a small use.

For example, the yellow talisman that wards off evil spirits can actually drive away insects and ants; the yellow talisman that is said to prolong life can actually relieve a minor ailment.

The picture in Xue Xian's arms was drawn by him watching the Taoist priest.

"Chengnan Longjun Yunlei Zuo Town." Xue Xian narrowed his eyes and lazily read out the words on the talisman one by one.Most of these words have been twisted eight hundred times, and they look like earthworms, with nine twists and eighteen turns, and it is difficult for him to remember them.

Just by listening to the content, one can almost guess that this is a talisman to invite thunder, and I don't know why the Taoist is practicing this thing in his spare time.

But to invite thunder, this crumpled yellow talisman alone must not be able to invite any southern dragon king, at most it can attract two cloud threads to cover the sun.But the same yellow talisman is different in Xue Xian's hands.

Because the Southern Dragon King invited by this talisman probably refers to Xue Xian himself.

Although he can't be a monster himself with his paper body now, but with a yellow talisman as a matchmaker, he can still give it a try.

So he took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, uncorked the bottle, and a fishy-sweet smell mixed with a strange cold fragrance faintly released.

Xue Xian frowned, even if it was his own blood, he never thought it smelled good.

He flattened the yellow talisman in the palm of his hand, and dripped a drop of dark red blood from the small porcelain bottle, and the blood instantly melted on the yellow talisman.

Xue Xian put away the porcelain bottle and threw the yellow talisman out.

The moment the paper talisman left his hand, an open flame suddenly ignited from the center of the bloodstain, and it was completely burned in an instant.

All of a sudden, a gust of wind blew up, and turbulent clouds rolled in from afar.

The sky suddenly turned dark, as if it had been splashed with wet ink.The bright spider web split down from the nine heavens, and a thunderbolt rose from the ground, as if it exploded close to the ear.

I don't know if this thunder has touched the boundary of the formation, or it has disturbed the foundation of the formation.

Hearing a loud noise like a mountain cracking, following the winding electric light, the head smashed down.

Xue Xian sat leaning against the wall of the old tree, and Bafeng watched the thunder strike the ground in front of his feet, smashing a whole thick bluestone slab, but he didn't even blink his eyes.

The whole house trembled continuously, and it took a long time before it gradually calmed down.

Xue Xian raised his eyelids and glanced at the top of his head, with a somewhat regretful look on his face: With the help of this yellow talisman, he can only slash like this.

The earth-shattering sky thunder just now had some effect, it seemed to have split a narrow gap somewhere in this situation.The originally quiet and stagnant courtyard suddenly had an air vent, and small sounds faintly poured in from there, and soon enveloped the entire courtyard lightly.

Sure enough, he was not really the only one in this house.

The others should have been drawn into this situation as well, they just lived in a corner without knowing each other.

Xue Xian casually plucked a curled thread from an old vine beside him, leaning against the tree trunk and winding it leisurely around his finger.He closed his eyes and listened to the voice coming from that slit.Trying to distinguish some out-of-the-ordinary voices from the fragmented and mixed voices.

After a while, he really caught a little bit of it...

Ringtone?

"No..." Xue Xian clicked his tongue and frowned.

The voice was somewhat faint in the whimpering wind, as if it came from a distant place, or the distance was elongated by the narrow crack.

It sounds a bit like a four-cornered copper bell hanging from an ox cart, but the subtleties are slightly different.

brass bell...

coins?

Thinking about it this way, the sound became clearer and clearer, really like the knocking sound of a few copper coins occasionally lightly touching each other.

"..." Xue Xian opened his eyes expressionlessly, the vine silk wrapped around his hand was torn several times, and snapped in two.

It seemed that it was just a flick of a finger, and the sound of the copper coins clinking was much closer.

Xue Xian listened to it, and felt as if he was just outside a wall.

A narrow door in the corridor suddenly made a soft "squeak", and Xue Xian, who was destroying the old vine, raised his eyes upon hearing the sound.

The young monk in white hemp robe walked towards the wall silently.

Wearing a thin white linen coat in this cold winter, I feel cold just by looking at it, as if the frosty air is still draped in the thin coat.It wasn't until Xuan Min stood still under the wall, and hung the string of copper coins on his fingertips back around his waist, that Xue Xian suddenly realized that this bald donkey never made a sound when he walked.

So... the sound of the copper coins colliding just now, was he doing it on purpose?

Xuan Min stood by the wall, his calm eyes swept over Xue Xian slightly.

The man sitting on the wall undoubtedly had a superb appearance, like a sword sheathed with its edge pressed against it.It's just that he looks too thin, and the black long clothes make him extra pale, revealing a strong sickness, which is mixed with the sharpness that is about to come out, making him appear contradictory and mysterious.

When Xue Xian was expressionless, he always gave people the illusion of being extraordinarily calm.

With this look on his face, he looked at Xuan Min for a while, and finally rolled his eyes to the sky unbearably, and said, "Why are you..."

After finishing speaking, he angrily crumpled the broken vine silk in his hand.

This person was also handicapped, even when he was on the wall, he was still restless, after he glanced at Xuan Min reluctantly, he threw the ball of vine silk towards Xuan Min.

Xuan Min shook his head, and raised his hand to put the "hidden weapon" that was smashed into his palm: "What happened to the sky-reaching cloud and thunder just now?"

Xue Xian raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "You don't even ask me who I am?"

When the bald donkey took him in, he was still a piece of moss sticking to the ground, and later turned into a thin paper skin, and he never appeared in a serious human form from beginning to end.

Xuan Min spread out his palm towards him, and in the thin and thin palm lay the incriminating evidence that Xue Xian owed just now—Tengsi Tuanzi.

He is reticent by nature, and his face is always cold and expressionless, but the open palm clearly conveys a meaning-the skin is like this, only this family can recognize it even if it is burned to ashes .

Xue Xian: "..."

Xuan Min threw the vine silk in his hand under the root of the old tree, raised his eyes and reminded Xue Xian again: "You haven't said what happened to the sky thunder yet."

Xue Xian let out an "oh" and said, "It's nothing, I just want to let others know that I'm here so that it's easier to find."

Xuan Min: "..."

That thunderbolt wished it could penetrate the sky and the earth, it was so powerful and intimidating, as if it wanted to bombard the Liu family's mansion into ashes.

In the end, it turned out to be a simple "squeak" to indicate that there is still someone waiting here...

This bald donkey is used to a frosty face, and upon hearing this, there were signs of cracking for the first time.

Xue Xian was amused by his eyes, his expression relaxed, and he wanted to ask him with a smile or not: "Eh? You followed Tianlei to find it? Then it seems that I didn't hack it in vain. Thanks to you coming quickly, I was just Thinking about whether to come again."

Xuan Min looked at him silently for a moment, then said coldly: "Then there is no need to find the direction of Bamen, it is as dry as dirt and saves money for the coffin."

"How can a monk talk about the smell of copper, you are so bald..." Xue Xian turned his face away, swallowed the word "donkey", and said solemnly: "I'm not afraid of insulting the Buddha."

Xuan Min: "..."

The evil barrier who dared to strike the sky with a thunderbolt actually had the face to say such words.

"You said just now that you were looking for the direction of the eight gates. Did you find it?" Xue Xian asked, "If you find it, it will save trouble and bring me with you. If you don't find it, then don't be afraid of being hacked, I think If there is another thunderstorm in the way, it may be able to directly break the situation."

He said this on his lips, but he thought to himself: You bald donkey must tell me that you have found it. I have only one cloud and thunder talisman, and it will be gone after chopping.

Fortunately, Xuan Min did not live up to his expectations, nodded, and said flatly, "You can come down from the wall."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The white thick linen monk's clothes swept past lightly like a cloud, and he walked away in a few steps.

However, after a while, Xuan Min stopped again, and turned to look at Xue Xian who had not moved.

Xue Xian patted his leg in a very lonely manner, and said confidently: "I'm useless, I can't walk."

Xuan Min frowned, thinking that he was playing tricks again, so he replied coldly with no expression on his face: "You bastard didn't run too slowly before..."

He flipped up the servant's collar in two or three strokes, not to mention how agile he was.

"..." Xue Xian sneered: "You bald donkey probably don't have eyes. Did I run with my own legs before? I borrowed someone else's legs."

The unreasonable bald donkey and the always acting monster looked at each other for a moment, and finally the former lowered his eyebrows, turned around and walked back to the wall.

Xue Xian's legs were covered under the black robe, and the thin and protruding knees could be seen.Most people who are bedridden and unable to walk have unusually thin legs, but Xue Xian is different.Judging from the general outline, his legs are no different from ordinary people, and it can't be seen that they are useless legs.

Xuan Min glanced at it, and raised his hand to shake Xue Xian's ankle.

Xue Xian was taken aback by his action. If it wasn't for his legs not being able to feel it, he might have just kicked the bald donkey out.

Tell me with your conscience, is the dragon claw something you can touch casually? !ah? !I just don't want to live anymore!

Xuan Min had a panoramic view of his reaction - if a person with good legs and feet, it is impossible to move only the upper body when frightened, but the lower body does not respond.

It can be seen that what this evil said is true, his legs are indeed useless.

Xuan Min raised his eyes, performed a Buddhist salute with one hand in front of him, stretched out the other hand to Xue Xian, spread his thin and strong palm, and said, "Come down."