Copper Coins

Xue Xiansheng was afraid that the bald donkey would be blunt, and he could n’t fully understand the meaning just by being so stupid. So when Liu Chong moved his gaze, he flipped silently, leaving the paper-painted face up. So, Mo's eyes stared straight at the bald donkey.

After all, paintings are not as vivid as real people, not to mention that Xue Xian's danqing level is mixed with a "satisfactory" evaluation. Therefore, these eyes are half less spiritual than real people.

Xuan Mian's captivity was a little heavy, and he stared coolly. He wanted to warn the evil barrier on the skin, who knew that he had just caught the pair of eyes drawn in the dark bag mouth, and was really caught off guard.

This belly-turning appearance, coupled with the expressionless pair of black eyes, has a kind of "dead eyes" posture.

Hyun Mercy: "..."

On this way, the number of monsters and ghosts that he actively collected was not many, but there were also a lot of them. Most of them were not tamed before the collection, respectful after the collection, and treated honestly and fearfully until they were saved. It's not easy to be accepted like Xue Xian, even if you don't even consider yourself an outsider.

Xuanyi always felt that this evil barrier meant a lot of words and words, and one person could perform a drama.

He glanced at the surface of the sheet of paper with one touch, and immediately stretched out **** to clip the paper out of the dark bag.

Xue Xian: "..." I'm with you!

Xuan Mian's fingers really don't look like a man in the streets and streets. They are straight, long and thin, as if they had never been dirty. It doesn't look like it grew up in a monk temple in the mountains, of course, it doesn't look like a wild monk, it looks like some noble and noble princes.

However, at this moment Xue Xian didn't pay attention and didn't pay much attention.

Xuan Merci sent an inch towards Liu Chong in front of the paper with two fingers.

Xue Xian: "..." In the future, I will chase after you! Don't fall in the morning and stay in the morning!

"This?" Xuan Merci asked Liu Chong lightly.

Xue Xian: "..." If I don't split your bald donkey into a scorched skin, I will call it "Four-legged Worm"!

"Um." Liu Chong nodded strongly, and then smiled a little stupidly.

Xue Xian: "..." You laughed butt!

Seeing that the fool was about to raise his hand to pick up the piece of paper, Xuan Merci shook his head, still looking like a wave, saying: "No."

Count your acquaintance.

Xue Xian, who snarled in his heart for a long while, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The originally stretched paper peeled down instantly and hung softly on the tip of Xuan Mercy's finger, which turned from semi-paralysis to paralysis.

Liu Chong looked at Xuan Merci seriously and nodded again, but his expression was a little regretful. He has no sense of common sense, nor does he know what "euphemism" or "Tibetan mastiff" is. Just put the word sorry on your face.

A stupid person is one point slower and slower than ordinary people in every move. Staring at people, talking and biting words, or nodding and shaking their heads are extra hard.

Clumsy, but especially piercing.

Xue Xian rotten noodles hung between Xuan Mian's fingers, glanced over Liu Chong's face, and stopped looking at the second glance. He felt that the fool was about poisonous, and he could poison people as stupid as he was. He was afraid he would jump into the fool's hands in person with a second look.

That fun will be great!

But what made him secretly claim that the bald donkey seemed to be more straightforward than this fool, not only ignored the regret of the fool's face, but also politely raised his foot to enter the fool's house.

Fortunately, before entering the door, the bald donkey barely remembered the "ceremonial integrity" and nodded to the fool.

Xue Xian: "..." I can probably die by saying one more sentence. This fool should understand the meaning of nodding. I will tell you your last name.

His mocking ridicule had not yet landed, Liu Chong had already stepped back into the room, and beckoned Xuan Mian with a look of joy: "Come in!" He was like a child looking for a playmate.

Xue Xian: "..."

He poked his mouth with a toothache, and said to himself that I should still be honest.

This evil barrier was undulating several times in Xuan Merci's hands, and finally reluctantly settled down.

The half-opened door was pushed open by Liu Chong, and the scene inside the room fell into the eyes of a few people-the oil-colored paper ingot was much more than Xue Xian had seen before, not only It was by the door, and at a glance, there weren't even a few places in the room where I could set foot.

Master Liu seemed quite heartbroken, and turned his head unswervingly when he saw the appearance of his eldest son's house. He had no intention of entering the house, and stood alone a distance away from the door and waited.

He was about tormented. On the one hand, he hoped that Xuan Mercy would help him adjust the feng shui of the house, and on the other hand he wanted to blast out the equally unsavory monk.

Anyone who knows how to look at people will converge slightly at this time to avoid being unpleasant.

But this monk is helpless.

He didn't even understand, he didn't even look at others!

Master Liu was so angry.

Wherever he loves to stand, Xuan Mian naturally does not care, he just sticks a pole to a distance of ten feet away and does not prevent Xuan Mian from entering the room.

Liu Chong's room was so rudely arranged that he didn't look like a grandfather in Shiye's house. There are only four tables, two wooden chairs, and a small bed compared to Liu Chong.

The house itself is just a place with big palms. The snail house is jealous. Partial students also pretend to be separated in the middle. The bed and the table and chairs are divided into two and a half rooms, which seems even more aggressive.

Everything in the house was unknown for several years. It was extremely old and bleak. The only color is actually the oil yellow paper ingots stacked around.

Xuan Mian picked up one, and looked up and down.

Xue Xian, who was hanging between the other fingers of Xuanyin, was relatively low and face-up, so he could see the bottom of that ingot.

I saw three words written on it: Father Xi Xi.

Xue Xian: "..." What **** isn't working!

He responded after scolding. It was not three characters written vertically, but one word: Dad. It's just that this fool is immature, and he's very special.

However, when he saw such an ingot, he suddenly understood why Master Liu had no good face for this son. It is no worse than a curse to write a living person on a paper ingot. But looking at Liu Chong's lack of heart and lungs, he knew that he was only writing for fun.

But soon, Xue Xian swallowed back that idea.

Because Xuan Merci picked up several paper ingots one after another, and each ingot actually wrote words on the underside, and they were still naive enough to be divided into several petals.

The extremely boring Xue Xian counted: seven ingots, two fathers and mothers, three daughters, and two empty.

...

What hobby is this?

However, according to the ingots picked up by Xuan Mian, Xue Xian also roughly distinguished: this Liu Chong is stupid, but he still knows the classification. The pile near the door was probably Father Xi Xi, which was written to his father, Master Liu. The pile at the Four Immortals table was all written to his mother. The unstacked ones scattered on the ground are probably too late to write something.

So ... who's there by the bed?

Obviously, not only Xue Xian noticed this. After Xuan Mian briefly looked at the piles in the outer room, he lifted his feet and entered the bed room.

As soon as he entered, Xue Xian was sneezed by the yin coming from his face.

Liu Chong: "..."? ? ?

He stared at the expressionless Xuan Mian for a while, and looked at Xuan Mian's hand indistinctly. It seemed that he didn't understand why the sneezing sound came from his fingers for a while.

However, neither Xuanyi nor Xue Xian paid much attention to Liu Chong's actions. They were all startled by the heavy sorrow here, and looked intently at the pile of paper ingots beside the bed.

Xuan Mian frowned and walked over, picking up a Yuanbao and glanced.

This time, neither the father nor the mother wrote on the underside, but a large cloud of smeared ink. It seems to be writing something more complicated than "daddy and mother", so that it is directly confused.

Xuan Mian picked up two more, both of which were the same.

However, one of them was not so ambiguous, and Xuan Merci barely recognized most of the "Liu" characters.

Xuan Merci knew very little about Master Liu's family. When he saw this word, he could only think of Master Liu and his two sons. But judging from the ink of the big group, he wrote neither "Liu Ye" nor " Liu Chong "or" Liu Jin ".

Just as he stooped and tried to pick up another one, something rolled out of the dark bag around his waist.

The thing was called "Ouch", and it just rolled on the pile of paper ingots, and when it landed, it was like a deflated cowhide pouch, which suddenly swelled and became a living person.

******

The man's skin was pale, his eyes paled slightly, showing a tired scholarly look. Not others, but Jiang Shining.

He hadn't even thought about how he suddenly changed from paper to human, with a blank expression: "How did I get down?"

At first glance, Liu Chong, who couldn't scare him aside, Xue Xuan didn't pretend to look back, and said to him, "Because the yin is too heavy."

After all, ghosts are overcast, and the reason Jiang Shining couldn't move as soon as it was daytime was because the yang was too heavy during the day. The yin in Liu Chong's room is even stronger than the old-fashioned flavor of Luanfengang, which naturally cheapens Jiang Shining.

However, with such a heavy yin, Liu Chong still lived well, which is also weird.

"Then why didn't you get down?" Jiang Shining asked in confusion.

Xue Xian was not very angry: "No, I haven't died. It's not the same as your elderly."

"Did you die with a piece of torn paper?" Jiang Shining felt that the surname Xue was probably sick.

Since it is not a ghost, the body must be still there. Now that my body is still alive, I have to worry too much to earn the soul and live on a piece of paper? Isn't this sick?

Xue Xian hung at the fingertips of Xuan Merci, and replied lazily, "Can you manage it? It's better to hurry up with this kind of speech."

After all, the sick scholar turned into a living person, even if it was a thin stick like a reed stick, it was not a small weight. The paper-folded ingot couldn't bear the weight at all. He rolled it so much and flattened it most, and Jinshan was razed to the ground instantly.

When he glanced left and right and found what he was sitting on, he was shocked and apologized to Liu Chong. "Sin and sin."

Just when he was crawling around and trying to stand up, Liu Chong, who was standing aside, finally reacted slowly. He glanced at the squashed paper ingots, and suddenly yelled, and pushed Jiang Shining aside unceremoniously. He knelt down on the ground and carefully folded the crushed paper ingots .

The fool's strength is much greater than that of ordinary people. Jiang Shining's body naturally couldn't bear the push. He immediately rolled around and hit a chest of five chests of wood.

The wooden cabinet was bumped a few inches and slammed on the wall again.

Jiang Shining fell into a wolf, holding on to the ground, trying to get up to help Liu Chong break the ingot, and as soon as he tried hard, he "sighed" and took a cold breath, and suddenly retracted his hand.

I saw an extra hole in the palm of his open palm, which made him grind his teeth and frown, but did not bleed.

The body made of paper skin is like this, allowing the lone spirit and wild ghost to step on the ground with their hands and touch the real thing, like half a living person, but it is also very easy to be injured.

"Why are nails under these chests of drawers?" Jiang Shining complained with a sad expression, whispered in the direction of Xue Xian, turning again and again: "Next time ... if there is still the next time, can you not use paper, Switch to cowhide? "

Xue Xian: "Just pull your skin."

Jiang Shining: "..."

On Xuan Merci's face, there was still no waves, but his fingers moved, and he accurately held down the surname Xue's mouth, so as to prevent this wicked sinful barrier from talking.

Xue Xian: "..."

"Oh? Strange—a piece of paper is still strung on this nail." When Jiang Shining got up, Yu Guang glanced at the ground where the nail had broken his hand, and suddenly found something strange.

When Xuan Merci heard the words, his brows frowned, and he squatted and shrugged.

I saw a sharp angle standing on the small piece of ground exposed after the chest of drawers was knocked open. Xuan Mian tore a corner of the hem of the monk's robe with his hand, and rubbed his finger on the sharp corner twice with the torn white sackcloth. After the surface mud was removed, the sharp corners looked like--

Judging by the skin color of oil yellow, it was a copper nail with three vertical edges on the side.

Since there is such a layer of old mud, the copper nails have been said here for two or three years, but there is no long rust at all, and it is still shiny, so it is not an ordinary thing.

The most important thing is that it is also pinned with a piece of paper that is not visible.

Xuan Merci raised his eyebrows and swept away the thick layer of ash on the paper with white linen--

Sure enough, it was a piece of yellow paper with complicated pictures on cinnabar paper.

Even if you do n’t understand the content, you know what it is. Jiang Shining first stunned, and then pushed the chest of drawers aside to reveal more ground.

On the ground blocked by the chest of drawers, there are three copper nails nailed with yellow symbols, pointing to the southwest, northeast, and northwest.

"What is this ... what is it? Prolonging your life and strengthening your body?" Jiang Shining stood beside these paper charms for a while, and somehow felt that his body was hot.

This is strange, after all, since he has become a lonely wild ghost, he has never felt the "hot" again. He has been covered with frost and snow all year round, and has long been used to it. Suddenly it was so hot that I was a little uncomfortable.

So he timidly moved two steps aside.

Xue Xian, who has always liked to talk to him, was held down by his mouth, and he couldn't open his mouth.

So he asked this, and no one answered for a long time, which was strange.

Until Xuan Mercy read the contents of the three spells, he faintly answered, "Feng Shui Bureau."

Xue Xian: "..." is simply nonsense.

The continuous movements in the room made Master Liu waiting. He stared at the door wall and finally walked to the door of the house, rushing inside, "Master, did something just hit you? But my silly son is making trouble?"

He didn't seem to like the room especially, and looked like he didn't take a step forward when he was killed. He stood at the door and glanced at the ingot pile in the room with a particularly disgusting look.

Xuan Merci stood up, stepped over the threshold and walked outside, asking Master Liu: "Who's living in the house to the northwest?"

Master Liu glanced foggyly toward the northeast corner: "That's the house I live in."

Xuan Mian glanced at him and said, "Northeast."

Master Liu: "Ah? Northeast? The Northeast House is where my son Liu Jin lives, the little son who accidentally planted it in the well this morning. Master, why are you asking this? Is there something wrong with these two houses?"

Xuan Merci didn't answer immediately, but paused for a while before he said, "Have you ever heard the Bureau of Pumping Rivers into the Sea?"

He couldn't see the emotions on his face, and he was still a cold expression. It seemed that he was just asking something like "eating and drinking", but Master Liu's face had been painted white.

He sticks his neck outside for a long time, froze his neck stiffly for a long time, then moved his eyes, glanced at the chest of drawers in the back room, and saw that the chest of drawers had moved, and his face was ugly again: … I do n’t want to tell you that my body and bones have been a little unpleasant in the past two years, so, so— ”

Master Liu was siding outside the door, and Jiang Shining was no longer there. When Master Liu asked questions, he stepped back two steps, and just happened to avoid Master Liu's sight. One is that a dead person suddenly stands in front of someone he knows, and it is easy to get into trouble. The other is ... As soon as he sees Master Liu, he can't stop rushing upwards.

He remembered the crimes of his father and mother during his lifetime, so he couldn't help biting his back teeth.

Just as he stood by the wall and endured resentment, Liu Chong, who was taking care of the paper ingots, saw the paper note on the ground afterwards.

The fool's attention is always easy to be drawn away. He stared at the yellow paper charms for a while, then spread the paper ingots in his hand, and moved two steps to squat in front of the paper charms.

If the weeping child sees something new, whether it is clean or dirty, safe or dangerous, he always loves to touch it with his hands. The fool Liu Chong stayed in such an ignorant year. He stared at the three copper nails for a while, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the tip of the nail.

The bright copper nail facing upwards is still very sharp, as if it has just been polished, hair blown and broken hair is not a problem, let alone Liu Chong's thin layer of skin.

So the fool touched the blood of one hand.

"Oh-don't move!" Jiang Shining was already one step behind when he reacted and wanted to stop.

The blood beads slid down the copper nails and penetrated into the yellow paper.

Liu Chong shouted at him, and looked up blankly.

For a moment, Jiang Shining felt that the old house was a little quiet, and it seemed that the cold wind that was constantly flapping on the wall outside the house suddenly stopped.

The lone soul and ghost is more sensitive than the real person. He just feels that there is no breath around him, and the peace is almost strange.

Xuan Mian, standing opposite Master Liu at the door, suddenly raised his eyebrows and glanced upwards.

The wind was cloudless and the Quartet was silent.

The entire Liujiafu house suddenly became silent ...

This strange quiet didn't last for long, just a few blinks, the wind suddenly rang again, and the "wheezing" was completely different from the previous one, and it was inexplicably bitter.

The whining wind sounded louder and louder. At first glance, it seemed like the wild ghosts of the Quartet were crying together, and they were creepy.

In this strange wind crying like a ghost, howling, something suddenly made a "hum-" sound.

Like the tail tone of the gold strike, it's slightly different.

Xue Xian, who was between Xuan's fingers, immediately stretched his body. This unvoiced voice might be difficult to distinguish, but he could hear it very clearly.

Because it sounded like the sound of what he was looking for.

northeast!

Xue Xian barely lifted his face and looked in that direction.

The bald donkey just asked, who is living in the Northeast House?

Xue Xianzheng wondered, but the strange sound was combined with the crying wind, suddenly sharpened. At that moment, everyone in the audience felt that a sap was hit **** the back of the head, their ears buzzed, their eyes were black, and they lost their minds.