Copper Coins

"I--" Jiang Shining hurriedly paced at the urging of Xue Xian, and he opened his mouth a little bit hesitantly. "I still feel a little wrong."

"What's wrong?" Xue Xian asked, touching his golden bead.

"Hurry up and leave the master alone," Jiang Shining replied.

Xue Xian glanced at him angrily: "I said, are you a nerd still dreaming of swimming? He is a ghost, we were arrested, and you have to go to jail after seeing the escape from prison Head? "

"I haven't seen it." It was true at first glance. Jiang Shining pondered twice and couldn't help but said, "But—"

Xue Xian: "Nothing but."

Jiang Shining: "But--"

Xue Xian: "There is no but."

Jiang Shining looked helplessly at him.

Xue Xian's whole body was scratched on Jin Zhu, and he stupidly said, "That's how I make sense."

Jiang Shining: "..."

There is a curfew at night in Ningyang County. Fences and card rooms have already been erected on some cross streets. The night valet is holding the wine bag for warming up at night and guarding the card room. The four city gates in the southeast, northwest, and southeast China are closed tightly. Ordinary people want to get out of the city during this period, and they are likely to stab their wings.

However, the curfew was less troublesome for these two people.

At this time, Jiang Shining's paper skin showed some advantages. It could be pressed into a thin piece when necessary. It was a good hand to walk through the door.

"Turn east."

"The previous corner turned into the alley against the wall."

"Go straight and turn west."

Xue Xian's pair of tricks is more spiritual than a dog. He can always see the vigil in the shadow from afar, and he is upright and commanding. Jiang Shining was soft-spleen again and was accustomed to Xue Xianzhi. As soon as the other party spoke, he followed the contentment without thinking.

As a result, Jiang Shining believed in his evilness, and after walking for a while, he couldn't help but stop, and said with a disappointed expression: "Ancestral, you can do well, shut up."

Xue Xian glanced at him: "Why? Didn't you go well, and didn't let the vigil detect them?"

Jiang Shining said badly: "Well, I didn't notice it, but I have met at least three times in this silk cloth village, and listening to you, I can't leave the city next year."

Xue Xian gazed at Jin Zhu and said, "His—the sky is a bit gloomy, so I have to find a place to settle earlier."

Jiang Shining: "..." This death is full of face.

Without Xue Xian's blind command, Jiang Shining's foot was suddenly much faster. Soon they walked out of the place where they circled three times and set foot on the right track.

"This building looks familiar." Xue Xian looked around and felt that the street was familiar.

Jiang Shining said "um", "You don't know the way, we just came this morning, why do you turn around and forget."

With such a reminder from him, Xue Xian then reacted. Walk this street a little further and turn east from the intersection, and you can see Master Liu's house. Quiet at night, if there is some noise, it sounds much clearer than in day. As they passed by the street, they glanced at the familiar gate of the house, faintly able to hear the sound of some small people in the house. It sounded like a quarrel, or something else, and it wasn't always mean.

Jiang Shining walked slightly.

Xue Xian turned his head and glanced at Liu's house, and said, "What? You want to watch him for evil?"

"That is Master Liu's own business, and it has nothing to do with me." Jiang Shining shook his head, didn't stop, and walked in the direction of the gate.

It is probably the nature of the medical doctor. After all, he still can't see the others suffer, but this is probably the most distinguished difference between him and Master Liu.

There are many mountain forests outside Ningyang County, but most of them are gentle and beautiful, and few are dangerous and steep.

In the early years, because the master was a monk, there were many mountain temples in the mountains and mountains of various prefectures. However, somehow in the past few years, the winter has been getting earlier and earlier, and even the south has been snowing continuously. It is said that Ruixue is a very good year, but the rains in the past few years have not been abundant, and the harvest is not good, and the people's lives have become more and more difficult. It's hard to live by yourself, let alone to add incense money to the temple.

As a result, there are more and more abandoned temples in the mountains, but it has become a place where many passers-by temporarily rest.

When Jiang Shining took Xue Xian to rest in an abandoned temple on the Jiguan Mountain, it was already snowing outside.

As soon as Xue Xian entered the temple, he picked up a good position-this shameless evil barrier directly fished the dry thatch on the ground, spread it on the base of the Buddha statue, and sat down leaning on the Buddha statue without hesitation. Without having to hurry, he naturally did not have to deliberately maintain the appearance of the Paper Man, but changed back to his original appearance.

He slid in black, sitting lazily and boneless, with his elbows on the lotus platform of a Buddha statue, his chin loosely supported by his knuckles, and his other hand still struggling with his precious golden beads.

Jiang Shining rubbed his eyebrows, and felt that his ancestors felt heartache when he saw this ancestor: "Even if the temple is abandoned, it's a little more systematic, can the Buddha statue sit casually?"

Xue Xianshun patted the Buddha's leg with his hand: "Half of me, you squeak if you don't like it."

He also solemnly waited for a moment, and rushed to Jiang Shining with a chin: "Look, I didn't squeak."

Jiang Shining: "... you can make as much trouble as you like, I don't care."

He blew a gray candlestick before the Buddha statue, and asked Xue Xian for a piece of fire, while trying to light the old damp wick that was damp, he had to prevent the flame from holding him.

"Where did you get the fire inch bar?" Jiang Shining finished, extinguished the flame at the end of the fire inch bar, and asked casually.

"Before I left, I came from the bale of the bald donkey." Xue Xian said without redness and heartbeat.

Jiang Shining reluctantly: "I also dared to run away from the jail when I saw the escape from the squatting prison for the first time."

Xue Xian: "He doesn't lack this."

Once he mentioned mystic mercy, Jiang Shining always felt a little unhappy. He couldn't help asking Xue Xian: "Don't you particularly like that master? Because he caught us?"

Xue Xian shook his head.

"Then why are you so anxious to get rid of him? IMHO ..." Jiang Shining pointed to himself and Xue Xian, "If we ca n’t lift our two hands, we ca n’t carry them. Trouble, then it will be worth it. I can't bear a medical bell all over my body, it's worthless, but your gold bead won't be good, in case someone gets noticed— "

Xue Xian pinched the beads between his fingers and turned before the candlelight.

He ran out overnight, for a reason. The reason was on the golden beads of the real dragon body. At present, his body has not recovered, and the connection with the gold beads is very futile. Even if he is pinched in his hands, he has almost no sense of the gold beads, like a pinch of ordinary beads.

But Xuan Mercy is different. The movement under his waist bone was very weird, and once he could be an illusion, twice he couldn't ignore it.

Although Xue Xian still did not see his serious approach, he was almost sure that Xuan Mercy was not so simple.

He currently has no perception of Jin Zhu, but Xuan Merci is not sure. He took Jin Zhu, and the longer he stayed with Xuan Mian, the more susceptible he was to Xuan Mian. If Jin Zhu is abnormal, then he doesn't want to recover the dragon body.

Moreover ...

Xue Xianchong Jiang Jianging said: "His origins are unknown, and his purpose is even more unknown. It is neither like a money warrior who makes a living from money, nor a serious monk who helps compassionate people everywhere. Even in a few fingers, I even You can detect him with a cold spirit. "

Jiang Shining was confused: "What's cold, you say something I can understand."

Xue Xian gave a "grumpy", glanced at him, dismissed: "To put it plainly, it is not the same as the ordinary monk. I was a little bit confused about how he was different, but now I want to come, it is about him less abiding by the instructions The kindness and kindness of yours. Don't you think that at some point, he even dare to commit killing? "

"..." Jiang Shining paused for a moment, shaking his head, "I don't think so, but I'm ashamed to say that I am inexplicably afraid of him."

Xue Xian was not so angry: "That's all right, one meaning."

Speaking of unknown origins, Jiang Shining suddenly thought of one thing: "Yes, did you ever smell some medicine in that room before?"

"Yes, I'm still wondering, is that bald donkey still drinking medicine?" Xue Xian replied.

"I grew up smelling the medicine smell, and I was quite sensitive about it." Jiang Shining thought for a moment, and said, "The medicine smell in that room was a little familiar, and a neighbor who had been in my Jiangjia Medical Hall for many years. The medicine is similar in seven points. "

Xue Xian asked: "What kind of illness was it treated?"

Jiang Shining hesitated for a moment and said: "Soullessness."

People who suffer from anorexia are often stunned and horrified. Even if they wake up, they forget what happened earlier. They have memory defects and they seem to be separated from the soul. Therefore, they are called anorexia.

"Unconsciousness? That bald donkey?" Xue Xian whispered, and waved his hand: "Where is he a little bit surprised and confused? How is that possible?"

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"It really doesn't look like there is a defect in memory, but—" Jiang Shining recalled for a moment, and said, "As far as I can see, some people who suffer from anorexia are more apparent because of memory or loss or confusion, they Speaking of things, there is a bit of hesitation, all day long, unspirited. But others are not. They are born with a strong sense of preparedness, they will recognize the birth, and they always have reservations between words. I will do everything possible to bypass the missing part of my memory, and only talk about what I remember. If you don't get along well, you really can't see any problems. "

Xue Xianwen shrugged his shoulders: "Even if you are more cautious about the latter, wouldn't you mess around the street? Since you don't want people to notice, you must act cautiously and avoid too much contact with others. What amnesia? Would you travel around alone, provoke people and provoke ghosts? Then it would not be called amnesia but madness. "

Jiang Shining nodded. "So too."

"But even if it ’s not anorexia, there are other problems with the bald donkey." Xue Xian recalled the appearance of Xuan sympathy and then suddenly supported the table and sat down. It ’s not like he walks around aimlessly, he must have a reason to come to Ningyang County. But to this day he has only done two things that have nothing to do with him-catch us and demolish The Liu family's Feng Shui array. "

Jiang Shining listened and couldn't help but add: "He has also spent the old Mrs. Liu family, please help me out of the medical bell, help you take out the gold beads, and-"

Before he finished speaking, he stopped. Because of this, the action of Xuan Mercy seems even more ambiguous. It would be all right if he raised his hand, but in fact these things dragged him down a morning in the Liu family house, it can be described as time-consuming and labor-intensive, what exactly does he plan for?

"Previously, the meaning of his words seemed to intend to send the Buddha to the West and bring your medical bell to your sister." Xue Xian played with Jin Zhu and said again, "I happened to be here in Anqing, leaving Ningyang is not thousands of miles away, but it's better to be across a river. If there is really no purpose to help, this is too enthusiastic. The bald donkey's face is cold and snowy, and the word enthusiasm can be related to the word passion. Is it a little bit related? "

Having said that, Xue Xian couldn't help but imagine in his mind what the bald donkey would look like when he became enthusiastic.

After a while, the evil barrier shivered from the hair to the lumbar bones, and said blankly, "Help, scare me."

Jiang Shining: "..."

Although this ancestor looked unreliable, what he said was indeed reasonable. But when it comes to helping people with unknown purposes, Jiang Shining looked at him side by side: "The first day you came to Ningyang County, you didn't do anything serious, just made me a paper body ..."

Xue Xianshun said, "That's different."

"To be honest, I have never wanted to understand why there are so many houses in Ningyang County, why do you want to come to that abandoned house in my house?" Jiang Shining shook his head and said, "It is cold and dark, and your taste is also unique. I really love to find fault for myself. "

"I'd love it, can you stop it?" Xue Xian yelled back.

When this ancestor who could not speak well said no, he didn't even look at him, but only admired his precious bead.

The candlelight was warm and yellow, reflecting Xue Xian's pale skin a bit of vitality. Although he didn't open his mouth, he really had a good-looking skin. The candlelight cast a curved shadow under his long and thick black eyelashes. His lazy, half-squinted eyes reflected the bright yellow oil. Golden beads and heavy snow outside the door.

There are so many homes in Ningyang County that can shelter the wind and rain. Why did the student go to the Jiangjia Medical Hall, and it took him a day to get the scholar's paper body ...

The detailed reason Xue Xian hasn't remembered clearly. His life span is much longer than that of ordinary people. If the details of every day are remembered clearly, his dragon's head should almost explode.

He only remembers that one winter, he went to the north due to circumstances, and happened to pass by Ningyang County on the way back.

It should be an evening. Ningyang County was snowing as rarely as it was tonight. There were few pedestrians on the road. Even the stalls of the pubs and restaurants were closed early, and the entire street was a bit empty.

At that time, Xue Xian hadn't had his muscles removed, and his legs were convenient. His true dragon body is naturally not afraid of the cold. For him, the wind and snow are just some winter embellishments. So he wore a thin black robe and walked in the snow not too slow. As a result, he just pulled his arm when he reached an alley.

Xue Xian is an independent child, and he always does not like to interact with others closely, and of course he is not used to being pulled.

He frowned and turned his head a little impatiently, and saw that there was a middle-aged man in a gray robe who was holding him. The man was holding a paper umbrella and a square wooden box with a cloth **** his shoulder. Footprints came from the alley.

The middle-aged man looks like Xue Xian can't remember it anymore, just remembers that he has a beard and has a kind and friendly attitude.

As soon as he grabbed Xue Xian, he pointed back at his hand and said, "Such a deep wound, without medicine or bandages, the flesh will be frozen. In this wet cold day, it will be frozen for two days, and then it will rain and snow every year It all hurts, you have it. "

The middle-aged man was a little bit embarrassed, as if he was talking to his junior, but he didn't see him at all. Hearing Xue Xian, he looked at his hand subconsciously.

The hand dragged by the middle-aged man was indeed injured. For him, this kind of injury was like walking on a tree with a thin skin that was scratched by a tree branch, and in a blink of an eye, he forgot, or he would be able to recover in two days. But in the eyes of ordinary people, it was really frightening-after all, half of the back of the hand was traversed, blood coagulated on the edge of the wound, flesh flew out, and bone was deeply visible.

The middle-aged man didn't say a word, so he dragged Xue Xian, who could not respond, hurriedly walked a short way to the alley where he came, and stopped in front of a red-lacquered gate.

It was about his home. When he saw that he opened his hand and opened the door halfway, he shouted inward, whose name seemed to be, and said, "Bring the sleeve stove on my desk."

After speaking, he opened the wooden box lid and carefully applied Xue Xian's injury without delay.

The people in the room quickly walked to the door and handed out a small copper sleeve stove.

Xue Xian glanced at the middle-aged woman, who had a kindness and kindness similar to middle-aged people. Behind her was a boy who probed the brain. He looked like he was seven or eight years old. When he looked at Xue Xian, he smiled at him. He also pointed at Xue Xian's hand casually: "You must not touch the water for two days, especially the cold water."

"Go, read your book." The woman turned back to drive him funny, and then turned to Xue Xian: "It really is not good to touch the water, especially in this kind of sky, or the root of the pain will fall. Every year. "

It is exactly the same as what middle-aged people say.

"Are you on your way or? Would you like to enter the house to be warm for a while?" The middle-aged man wrapped his hands in linen, carefully avoiding the pain and tied a knot, and asked kindly.

"No, there is still something to do," Xue Xian replied, paused, and added a slightly awkward sentence: "I have work, thank you."

"Then put the sleeve stove on, and this kind of injury should be covered." The middle-aged man couldn't help but say that he gave Xue Xian the half-slap stove sleeve.

Although Xue Xian is not afraid of the cold, he can still distinguish between cold and warm. When the hot sleeve stove was attached to the palm of his hand, he glanced up and scanned the door of the house, which was written with four words-Jiang's Medical Hall.

One year later, he accidentally passed Ningyang, and while no one noticed, he entered the Jiang family's courtyard grandly, put the copper sleeve furnace and a small bag of gold beads on the stone table, and left leisurely.

This time he went to Ningyang County again, thinking of Jiangjia Medical Hall, he planned to take a glance down the road, who knew he saw such a run-down scene. The old red lacquered wooden door and the medicine garden in the courtyard are beyond recognition, and only Jiang Shining, a lone ghost and ghost.

He helped another hand.

After all, in this world, not all of Master Liu's heartbreaking people, some people are ungrateful, and some people know goodness.

Xue Xian glanced at the heavy snow outside the house and leaned his back on the Buddha statue.

Jiang Shining suddenly asked, "Before you left, you asked me to wait by the door. What did you trouble at the master's table?"

Xue Xian lazily responded, saying, "Leave something in hand, thank him for helping me get back the gold beads."

He left Xuan Merci nothing else, but a dragon scale of his original body. Anyway, it is a part of the real dragon body. Although it is not alive and dead, it is much more expensive than Ganoderma lucidum. The bald donkey had a scorpion on its body. Although I don't know what the reason was, it was helpful to have a dragon scale medicine.

Ordinary dragon scales can't recognize it when they see it. It looks like a thin round piece, the size of an elm, with a black and black luster. It just faintly emits some special smells, such as the wet smell of rain on the rocks, and some ... not to mention the sweetness, like the freshly peeled and cut shrimp.

Xue Xian opened his eyes silently and muttered expressionlessly, "I'm a little hungry."

In the upper floor of Gui Yunju's second floor, Xuanyi still sat at the table with her eyes closed, maintaining Xue Xian's posture before leaving, half a moment unmoved.

There was a piece of yellow paper in front of his desk. On the paper was the dragon scale left by Xue Xian. The special smell spread out slowly, floated in the air, and floated to the end of his nose.

Xuan Mian frowned and opened her eyes suddenly, and the spider-like mole on the side of the neck quietly changed back to the original.

He glanced down at the table, only to see a few dog crawling characters on the yellow paper in front of the table: "Elixir, cures all diseases, loves to believe it."

Xuan Merci glanced at the black disc lying next to the dog crawling character, and then suddenly remembered what it was like, and found a folded piece of tissue paper in his arms.

He unrolled the paper and smoothed it, and at the first sight wrote two words: find someone.

Beside these two words, a black disc happened to be drawn, exactly like the one on the table.

Find people ...

Xuan Mian frowned, carefully compared, and folded the tissue paper again, pinching the thin piece left behind, and sat quietly under the candlelight.

Outside the window, the cold wind was wrapped in heavy snow, and the gatehouse was beaten carefully.

Whether it is a mountain path or a narrow street in the city, it is dark, long and distant.