Copper Coins

The fresh blood drained from his body little by little, as if it took the heat from his body with it.He started to feel chilly, his vision became blurred, his mind became dizzy, and his neck became weaker and weaker to support his raised head.

In the panic that was almost dazed, he suddenly remembered many things, fragmented and loose.

He thought of the people who grew up with him in the mountains, and now they are all rolling down in the blood like him.

I remembered the scene when I first met the national teacher. At that time, he was still a child, and he never understood the truth, let alone had anything to do with the national teacher. , I have seen the national teacher.There were so many people back then, but no one dared to get too close.He squeezed back and forth among the crowd, trying to pick a clearer position, but was accidentally bumped by someone's elbow, staggering and about to jump into the heaven-sacrificing team.Seeing that he was about to fall, he only felt that Yunxue swept past his eyes, and a gust of wind was blown up so lightly, and the general helped him upright.

At such a young age, he didn't even realize what had happened, but when he came back to his senses, he was standing firmly on the side of the road, and when he looked up in surprise, the team had already moved forward for a while, but he still At a glance, I saw the white-clothed monk riding on the tall horse...

This memory is too long, so far away that even he himself thought he had forgotten it long ago, but he recalled it again at this moment.

It turned out that at such a young age, he was not as afraid of the national teacher as he is now, and even had some respect. Since when did he see the national teacher, only fear and apprehension...

He took Song Yun's order, and he ran secretly with a group of brothers for several years. He couldn't remember how many things he had done.At first, seeing human life passing through his hands, he was still overwhelmed with guilt and panic, so he asked Song Yun about the root cause.

Song Yun said that everything they did was for more people.Those little preparations are all laying out a grand formation. That formation is called the burial of bones. If it is completed, it will not only prevent the catastrophe they calculated, but also keep the mountains and rivers safe for a hundred years.

Song Yun had never taught him these too advanced things, and he had no idea how to handle this grand situation.I only remember a sentence I heard Song Yun say countless times since I was a child: some great things can be achieved without some sacrifices.

He understood this, so he remembered it firmly for many years.

To this day, until he watched the blood gurgling and flowing, and the distance from life to death seemed to be only a blink of an eye, and a huge fear shrouded his head, and he suddenly became full of confusion.

He suddenly felt that that sentence was wrong and that he had missed a lot of things, at least... at least he should ask if those people are willing to be sacrificed.

After another period of hopeless struggle, he felt that that sentence was true again in his confusion, but...

He was suddenly a little unsure. Was such an indifferent national teacher really involuntary for the sake of the people?For the hundreds of people lying here, the dead bones in Jiangdi town, and many more people who were implicated, is it really worthwhile to die, and is it really inevitable...

But he no longer has the strength to open his mouth to ask these questions, and he can't even look at the national teacher's eyes again, so he can only fall asleep little by little in the increasingly thick darkness, and then... probably won't wake up again up...

The blood that flowed from the fingers of these hundred people finally flowed along the rosette, dyeing the entire stone statue dark red, and even the back was no longer dusty, but showed a strong evil spirit.

As if a strange ritual had finally begun, all of a sudden, the entire Jiangsong Mountain and the black rock beach where the national teacher was standing began to vibrate. Stop and retreat in defeat.

At first glance, it seems that there are two forces competing crazily.

The national teacher sat on the spot, folded his palms together, and whispered scriptures in his mouth.At first glance, it seems to be saving the souls of the dead, but the scriptures are thick and simple, mixed with some weird tones, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

The black stone fell behind him, and the big waves rushed in front of him, but they formed an arch above his head strangely, and did not hurt him at all.

There was no change at first, but when he finished reading a scripture, dense blood spots suddenly appeared on the tips of his folded fingers, which looked horrifying, and there were hundreds of blood spots at least.

The scriptures in his mouth are still there, and he seems to be unaware of these blood spots.

And these blood spots seem to be alive. In the heavy scriptures, they are pushed towards the back of the hand little by little, but every step is extremely difficult.

The national teacher wore a silver mask and did not reveal his face, but in the blink of an eye, a thin layer of sweat had already oozes from the place where his temples were pressed by the edge of the mask. It can be seen that although his voice did not fluctuate, it actually took a lot of effort.

Blood spots slowly climbed from the back of his hand to his forearm, hiding in his wide sleeves.

The wind and waves between heaven and earth are even more terrifying, threatening to engulf the sky and swallow the earth. The small buildings on the far bank of the river were directly shaken by the violent waves. In the end, they could not hold on for a long time. Yin, in the midst of another huge wave, completely collapsed and fell into the river.

At the same time, a golden silk thread, like lightning, was swimming far away on the other side of the river bank. Its speed was as fast as a thunderstorm rolling on the ground. After the place, there was a burst of explosion, and then went straight to the southwest, and finally went straight to here.

Just when it passed Dongting Lake, Wanshi Mountain, and finally rushed to Daze Temple.A faint golden light began to emerge from under the national teacher.And that spot of blood has already crawled along the arm and across the neck, and appeared on the neck.

That scene was actually quite horrifying. A monk who looked quite out of the world had blood spots all over his neck, and the blood spots were still struggling to climb upwards under the urging of his scriptures.

At the moment when the blood spots covered the upper and lower jaws, a circle of blood suddenly appeared on the ground of the black stone beach.

There was a flash of blood in the circle, and suddenly there were two more people.

One of them was wearing a white hemp monk's robe, which was clearly out of the world. It looked very beautiful, but it was also extremely cold.It was so cold that it made one's heart palpitate, as if an abyss was pressing down under the century-old ice and snow.And he was unceremoniously pinching the collar of another person.

The man was covered in blood, the original gray-blue robe was covered in dust, there were gaps everywhere, and the exposed arms, neck and even face were all scratch marks, as if he had been devoured by thousands of ants. Itchy made himself into a blood man.

This blood man is none other than Warlock Songyun who was trapped in the valley.

And the person holding his collar was Xuan Min.

His face was still cold, but there was something else in his dark eyes, as if a storm was about to come, which made people feel inexplicably fearful.

The moment Warlock Songyun landed, he saw the national teacher with his hands clasped together, his face was bewildered, and then he was shocked.

"You're not, you—" Song Yun jumped suddenly, and subconsciously wanted to break free from Xuan Min's grasp, but Xuan Min moved his hand expressionlessly, and the fingers that had been pinching his collar directly pinched his neck superior.

"You—" Song Yun had already suffered in the Hundred Worm Cave, otherwise he could have resisted for a while, and would not have ended up in such an embarrassing end.He was pinched by Xuan Min's neck, and his words were vague and difficult, "You are another—ah—"

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Min's hand tightened again, but it was not because of what he said, but because Xuan Min saw clearly the circle formation on the black rock beach and the blood spot on the neck of the national teacher who was chanting.

Earlier in the valley, the restriction on the fourth copper coin was lifted, and part of Xuan Min's memory was also restored.Those fragmentary memories are too complicated, as if they have passed away, and it is not for ordinary people to digest them all at once.

Before these memories were recovered, Xuan Min had already faintly realized that his relationship with Xue Xian was not simple, and he even felt that the person he had been looking for seemed to be Xue Xian.

However, intuition is just intuition after all, and people still feel a little lucky.

But when he really saw in his memory the moment when he was calculating the period of the real dragon catastrophe, he seemed to fall straight into the abyss, with a solid wall and no light from the sky.

The bone-chilling hatred lies there, how can words be forgiven.So Xue Xian left without looking back, but he couldn't chase after him. He could only look up and watch the long shadow suddenly disappear in the clouds, and then disappeared without a trace, never to be seen again.

Maybe it will never be seen again in this life.

However, no matter whether Xue Xian is willing to see him again or not, he still has to repay the debt.So he captured Warlock Songyun and directly formed an array, arriving at the place where the keel was buried.No matter what his original intention was, he will fully repay the debt.

Bone for bone.

If it causes disaster, he will come to town, if it involves human life, he will come to pay back.

However, when he landed on the Black Rock Beach, he found that what he saw was quite different from what he expected.The monk in front of him with palms folded and wearing a silver mask, he had seen in his memory.

When he was young, he was punished by this monk to copy scriptures and chant Buddha in the heavy snow, and he was once led into the house by this monk, watching him carefully warm the bedding with a copper oven, with him Tell some common sense, watch him get into the bedding, and close the door for him when he leaves.

He called this monk "Master" a long time ago, but this title has not been called again for decades.

He still has some omissions, and his memory is not clear. He only remembers many, many years ago, when he called this monk Master for the first time, the other party was stunned for a long time, and then he waved his hands coldly and said: "When we meet each other, Don’t dare to be a master like this.”

He didn't understand the meaning of this sentence for many years, and he never thought about it again.

Nowadays, he actually thinks of many things, but very few of them are related to the person in front of him.The moment he saw him, even a very complicated emotion surged in his heart, and he couldn't tell where it came from, but it was definitely not the emotion that a disciple should have when he sees his master.

For a moment he frowned, but in a moment he suddenly understood something——

Because this "Master", who was dressed exactly like him, was surrounded by a bright and large formation, which was not about saving people and the world, but seeking blessings and virtues by exchanging lives.