Copper Coins

"Didn't it be said that we would meet at Jiangsong Mountain..." The person who rolled away and kept hiding himself among the many corpses finally revealed his position after seeing Xuan Min's appearance clearly.He still has a blindfold on his body. At first glance, he is indistinguishable from a Yin corpse. The broken flesh has already been shaken to the ground in the constant avoidance and running. It smells disgusting.

However, under the golden light, the real ghost corpses around him have been crushed to the ground and turned into broken bones. Only a bit of obsessive Yin resentment lingers on it, so he maintains his standing posture. It is particularly prominent and can be distinguished at a glance.

His head was only a skull, the bones were full of cracks, the dried old skin tightly wrapped the bones, and there were only two black holes left in the eye sockets.Naturally, no subtle expression can be seen from such a face, but judging from his blankly opened mouth, it should be that he was so surprised that he forgot the situation.

If he made a move at such a time, he must have no time to react.

However, Xue Xian could no longer see him. Except for the golden light, everything in the valley seemed to have nothing to do with him.All he knew was that the pain in his back had penetrated all the way to his heart, as if he had been stabbed into his body with a knife, and there was a bone-chilling coldness in his chest, as cold as the sky.

There were rocks, golden light, and thick mist between Xuan Min and him.But he didn't raise his hand to sweep away the water mist, but still quietly looked at the white shadow on Shifeng through the water mist, and repeated softly: "National teacher?"

Many details of the past flooded into my mind at that moment, useful and useless, clear and vague, flashing in a way that was so chaotic that it made my head hurt. With the title of "National Teacher", suddenly becomes clear—

Unusual ability, ties with the government, extraordinarily particular temper, and the team I met at the foot of Dupan Mountain last time...

In fact, there are clues everywhere revealing Xuan Min's identity. These days, especially after entering the Hundred Worm Cave, the vaguely lingering discomfort is basically a subconscious anxiety, even with a kind of timidity. meaning.

He has already felt it, but he has been ignoring it intentionally or unintentionally.

Even now, after personally experiencing Xuan Min's memory with the involvement of copper coins, he still holds the last sliver of luck in his heart, still wants to ask Xuan Min personally, and even pretends to be ignorant, as long as Xuan Min shakes his head and denies it. , as long as Xuan Min says "no"...

"The year of Wuchen, the seventh day of the sixth month..." Xue Xian stared at the white shadow behind the mist, and softly repeated what Xuan Min said in his memory.

He saw that the white figure seemed to move stiffly.

It's just that the water mist is too thick, making it difficult for him to distinguish whether it is an illusion or not.

"What day are you talking about, the seventh day of the sixth month of the Wuchen Year..." Xue Xian's eyes remained motionless, and he finished the question.

In his almost endless life, he had never cared so much about a person's answer. For a moment, he even regretted it a little, and wanted to open his mouth to interrupt and take the question back.

For the first time, he was so afraid of hearing the truth.

However, the man on the rock once said to him "I will not lie to you".

Xuan Min was silent for a long, long time, until Xue Xian's chest was so cold that he almost lost consciousness, only then did he hear him say in a somewhat hoarse voice, "The True Dragon Tribulation Period..."

Xue Xian moved his eyelashes, then quietly closed them, and when he opened them again, his face was expressionless.He took one last look at Xuan Min, and said one word in a voice so calm that it made people panic: "Okay."

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In a temple tens of miles away from Jiangsong Mountain, a young novice monk with a youthful face was sitting cross-legged by the window reading scriptures. He was about to turn the pages when suddenly the house was cloudy and thunderous.

The little novice put down the scriptures, stretched his head out of the window and took a look.

Their temple is built on the mountain, which is the highest place within a radius of ten miles.From his angle, he could vaguely see a mountain in the distance, facing the mighty river in front of the mountain, and a lonely temple on the mountain.

The black clouds and thunder and lightning came inexplicably, without any warning at all, as if the god suddenly got hurt and lost his temper.

Layers of black clouds rolled in, covering the sky from one end to the other in just the blink of an eye, depressing and drooping, as if they were pressing heavily on the roof, and could be reached with one's hand.

The little novice felt weird and strange looking at it, and really stretched out his hand to explore it, but before he could straighten his fingers, the heavy rain suddenly fell.

The rain was so heavy that even the mountains in the distance could not be seen clearly, only a faint shadow of the lonely temple could be seen faintly.

The little novice's hands were sore from the rain, and the cuffs of the gray cloth monk's robe were immediately soaked and stuck to his forearm.The wet sleeves wrapped around his body would not be comfortable, but the little novice didn't care, just staring blankly at the pouring rain.

For some reason, he inexplicably felt that the rain was so heavy that it seemed to be venting, and it made people inexplicably sad, as if they were also surrounded by the black clouds, stuffy and a little out of breath.

He is still young and has lived in the mountains for a long time, so he rarely feels such unreasonable emotions. He just suddenly thought of the scriptures he had just read, and there was a sentence in it that he couldn't understand: From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear , if separated from the Beloved, there is no worry and no fear. [1]

He looked at the heavy rain in silence for a long time, until his brother came in and told him to close the window.

"Brother, I just saw someone in the mountain temple ahead." The little novice raised his finger and pointed to the mountain shadow that was as pale as green smoke in the heavy rain, and said back.

"What's your trick, you can see someone so far away?" The brother couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "No, that's Daze Temple, a famous ghost temple, which has been deserted for many years. Where did it come from?" silhouette."

"I really saw it. I saw it before it rained. He was wearing white clothes, and he was standing on the top of the pagoda. But when he looked again, he had disappeared." The little novice recited "Amitabha", roughly speaking. As he said that, he thought of some lonely ghost going up.

In fact, he didn't need to tell his brother, he also knew that the lonely temple was Daze Temple.

When he was young, he heard two sentences from his brothers, saying that a long time ago, maybe more than 100 years or more than 200 years ago, a young man from southern Xinjiang shaved his hair in Daze Temple. In every thunderstorm, a group of monks died in the fire, so that when the folks mentioned Daze Temple in private, apart from lamenting, they also talked about that young man from southern Xinjiang who was a disaster star who restrained others and restrained himself.

Ten years later, some people said that they saw a white-clothed monk in the Songjiang Mountains, picking up an abandoned baby in front of the abandoned temple gate of Daze Temple and leaving.

Seeing the monk in white, the woodcutter swore that the monk rolled up his sleeves, revealing a totem unique to southern Xinjiang on his exposed wrist.

And decades later, someone also saw a white-clothed monk in the Songjiang Mountains. Of course, this time the monk didn't roll up his sleeves, and naturally he couldn't see if there was any totem on the wrist, but the monk was also in the mountains. Then he picked up a child and left.

Of course, these rumors have not been widely spread because they are untestable. Up to now, only people in this temple far away from Daze Temple have mentioned it occasionally.The little novice remembers that when his senior brother told him about it, he mentioned it quite amusingly: Master told me before, and one of the most outrageous rumors was that the young man from southern Xinjiang was the monk in white, and the monk in white, It was the later national teacher.

"What about the abandoned baby and the children after that?" That's what the little monk asked at the time.

The senior brother replied angrily: "Do you really believe it? Where do I know?"

Therefore, the lonely ghost temple is always accompanied by various legends in the heart of the little novice, and it seems mysterious, and it is possible to see anything there.

"Don't be in a daze, the rain is surprisingly heavy. I heard that the rivers in the county are flooded this morning. If it rains again, I'm afraid it will flood your ankles. If you keep the windows open like this, it won't be long before the house It must be flooded too." The senior brother scolded.

The little novice responded again and again, reached out and grabbed the window frame, and when he was about to pull it back, he subconsciously glanced at the sky, and then stopped his hand.

"Brother..."

"What's the matter? It's so hard to close a window?" The senior brother leaned over dumbfounded, intending to raise his hand to help him, but saw the little novice pointing at the black cloud blankly, and said blankly: "I seem to have seen the dragon." ..."

The senior brother heard the words, and was about to hit his head, but saw a long shadow passing by in the dark cloud, wrapped in the white cloud and thunder, he couldn't see clearly.But that shadow, no matter how you look at it, looks like a dragon!

"Oh my god—" the senior brother cried out in a daze.

Pointing at Songjiang Mountain, the little novice said with a dull expression: "It seems, it seems to be heading to Daze Temple!"

At the same time, in the Daze Temple on the top of Songjiang Mountain, a group of people from the Nuo Ritual Team of Taichang Temple were standing in the main hall.The fire didn't last long at first, but because of the remote location of Daze Temple, there were few incense sticks, and there were only a few monks, and the fire was struck by lightning at night, so few people could escape.

In fact, the fire only burned the back, and the front temples were not seriously damaged.

Following the instructions of the national teacher, Taibu and Taizhu sat in a circle facing each other in the hall with hundreds of famous disciples. Taibu was at the head and Taizhu was at the end. On the ground in the middle was a small stone sculpture , the stone carving is engraved with complex runes, from top to bottom, it is covered with oil-yellow paper symbols, and at the bottom of the stone carving, a circle is drawn with blood.

Tai Bu asked all the gangsters to pierce a blood spot on the tip of their thumb, and the bright red blood bead burst out from the small spot, and when it was about to drip, a sigh suddenly sounded in the hall, the voice was extremely soft , mixed with the wind outside the hall, so that except for Tai Bu, who was stunned for a moment, no one else reacted.

Tai Bu frowned, and scanned around vigilantly, but remembered that they had searched the hall carefully when they first arrived, and there was absolutely no idler.

Did you hear something wrong?

Tai Bu muttered to himself in his heart, but finally shook his head and stopped caring about it.After giving instructions to everyone, she raised her hand and pressed her bloody thumb on the ground in front of her. Hundreds of gangsters and Tai Zhu also pressed down.

I saw hair-thin blood lines extending from the place where the thumb pressed, as if they were alive, crawling towards the stone sculpture.

Then everyone closed their eyes and opened their mouths to recite scriptures in a low voice.

The buzzing sound came out from the hall, and suddenly drifted into the heavy rain...

Like them, the men and horses of the two Taichang Temples at Wanshi Mountain and Dongting Lake sat around the stone sculpture that the national teacher put down first, and pressed down their bloody thumbs.

The author has something to say: Note [1]: From love comes worry, from love comes fear, if you are away from the one you love, there is neither worry nor fear. ——"The King of Wonderful Color Seeking the Dharma"

Well, it's finally here, I promise to let them have a sweet year~