Copper Coins

The voices of the people in the village still haven't stopped, it sounds like a swarm of ants, buzzing continuously.Several relatively sharp voices stood out——

"Ghost bird! The ghost bird is coming—"

"Why did the ghost bird come to our village? Could it be that someone has played a trick?"

"It's over, it's over, I'm going to die..."

"Dead people shouldn't be there, but there must be some disaster!"

The so-called ghost bird is not a rare thing, it is the black bird that Xuan Min suspects has been keeping in the dustpan mountain all year round.It is probably because of the perennial mist in the thick mist of Duji Mountain, and its unique cry, so that it was demonized by the people in the village at the foot of the mountain.

It was as if the black bird was a broom star with wings, and if it turned a few more times, everyone in the village would be unlucky.

"Hey—" The faint sigh sounded again, causing the corners of Xue Xian's mouth to twitch.To others, this sigh might just be a little panicky, but to him it was not the same, after all, when he proclaimed adultery, this sigh passed through the dense fog, singing in harmony with his own panting.

This is quite embarrassing.

As soon as Xue Xian heard this sound, his brain hurt, his cheeks were sore, his hands itched, and he wanted to shoot birds and eat people.

But the black bird seemed to be a spirit, after circling a few times over the village, it didn't know what kind of tricks it had, and it actually swooped straight towards Xue Xian and the others.

Fortunately, the three of them hadn't reached the depths of the village, otherwise there would be a mess around them.

The black bird didn't know the fun at all, it circled around the two and one ghost, and landed firmly on Xuan Min's shoulder, and gave a soft "beep" at Xuan Min, as if coquettish.

This is good, the people in the village looked at this place and screamed even worse——

"Ghost bird! It really is a ghost bird, look, it stopped in mid-air!"

"That's right, it's like there's something there to make it stand, but there's nothing there, how can it stop??"

Originally, they used a trick to enter the village quietly, but when this silly bird disturbed them, the three of them seemed to be parading the streets. The whole village was staring at this place with extremely vigilant expressions. It's not easy to mess with." Rumors like this may have been poked by a broom a long time ago.

But this stupid bird is still not stopping, it seems not afraid of strangers at all, tilting its head to look at the villagers not far away with interest, when they were trembling with fright, it added a loud voice: "Hey—— —”

There are many twists and turns, and the ending sound is still trembling, don't mention it.

Xue Xian was extremely sensitive to this sound, so without further ado, he urged the bird owner to seal a gag talisman on this unlucky thing.

Blackbird: "..."

It seemed to be at odds with Xue Xian by nature, with black black bean eyes staring at a certain dragon who was blowing in the wind, its hair was blown all over, and it stretched its neck to peck him with its sharp beak.

Xue Xian was holding his hand, and immediately moved two fingers, clamped the light yellow bird's beak, pulled it towards him, and said quietly: "When I have nothing to do, I like to catch a bag of birds and roast them." Eat it. I don’t care about the wilderness here, it doesn’t matter if it’s raw or cooked, as long as you pluck it, you can eat it.”

Blackbird: "..."

Threatened with life and death, Hei Niao froze for a while, shook his head cautiously and pulled his beak out from Xue Xian's fingers, then held back two tears and looked at Xuan Min.

When Xue Xian saw that the flat-haired little bastard knew how to sue, he immediately looked up at Xuan Min.

Xuan Min: "..."

It's a skill for a dragon to be so idle that he can peck each other with a bird. It can only be said that Xue Xian's name is really correct.

Xuan Min probably didn't expect to encounter such a double attack scene, and was quite speechless.

Xue Xian didn't really want to compete with this bastard, he just used this excuse to pull the slightly weird atmosphere between him and Xuan Min to the right path. Open a mouth, almost more reticent than ever.

But just after he stared at Xuan Min for a while, Xuan Min glanced at him and raised his hands to cover his eyes.

Xuan Min's palms were not soft, because of his thinness, the bones of his fingers pressed against Xue Xian's eyebrows and bridge of nose.I don't know how proficient he is with the dust removal spell. Even though he was sweating profusely all night in that bamboo building infested by dragon saliva, his hands were still dry and clean, and even carried the grassy smell of the wild forest, which was light And warm.

Xue Xian felt that he had just reached out and dug a grave. He wanted to bring that weirdness back to the right track, but Xuan Min's blindfolded eyes made him even weirder...

In fact, when he was a paper man, Xuan Min often covered his face and covered his eyes. His original intention was to "see what is clear", but when he changed his form, the taste changed a little.

He also didn't know what Xuan Min did to the black bird during this period, Xue Xian didn't hear him coaxing or reprimanding, but heard the black bird flapping its wings twice, and calmed down silently.

He stood obediently in the darkness covered by his palms, only blinked his eyes, and his eyelashes swept across Xuan Min's palms and fingertips.

Xuan Min moved his fingertips and withdrew his hand.

He didn't look at Xue Xian either, as if he was still "out of sight and out of sight", and said softly, "Okay, let's go."

That black bird was really honest, it sat on Xuan Min's shoulder silently, glanced cowardly at Xue Xian from time to time, and immediately turned its head away, as if it suddenly understood the current affairs.Xuan Min seemed to have tampered with it, so that when they walked into the village with the black bird majestically, the eyes of the villagers did not follow.

"Where is the ghost bird? Why did it disappear out of thin air?"

"Yes, it's still there just now..."

The buzzing discussions of the villagers were left behind by them, and it was beneficial to be disturbed by this silly bird, because most of the villagers who got up early gathered at the entrance of the village, and the depths of the village were much quieter, and there was no one on the way. .

They followed the directions of the wounded soldiers to the river pond, and turned along the simple narrow bridge over the pond.

After walking a few steps, I heard someone talking under the narrow bridge.

Without stopping, Xue Xian glanced down the bridge, and saw two early-rising women squatting side by side on the steps made of stone slabs, washing clothes, gossiping with the sound of the dripping water.

"Hey -- sorry to see you, the old Uncle Li at the west end of the village passed away yesterday." The man in the date-colored winter coat sighed, "It is said that he hid a hemp rope and hanged himself by the bedside. And holding a safflower jacket."

"Old Li? Hasn't he been stupid for five or six years? How do you know how to hang yourself by touching the hemp rope?"

The jujube-clothed woman shook her head: "Didn't Aunt Li pass away due to a serious illness a few years ago? Er Lizi and the others were afraid that Uncle Li wouldn't be able to get through this hurdle, so they took advantage of his ignorance and ignorance to lie to him that Aunt Li was visiting doctors in the county town. Have you heard of it?"

"I've heard it said that Uncle Li couldn't remember what he said the day before when he opened his eyes, and asked Er Lizi 'where's your mother' every day."

"Yes, but it's said that he got a little refreshed two days ago, and he realized that his son was coaxing him, and the aunt was gone long ago." Zaoyi Nu sighed, "Originally, old Uncle Li was a fool, and he could still live on. Now suddenly there is nothing to look forward to, and one of them will commit suicide if he doesn’t see it.”

"Hey...some things, it's better not to understand if you understand..."

While the two women were talking, Xue Xian and the others had already crossed the bridge.The wounded soldier seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and stood there for a while without touching the ground, then followed Xue Xian and the others in silence.

"Here we are..." The wounded soldier sounded hesitant. He pointed to a small earthen house by the side of the road. There were three doors in total, two of which were side by side, and one hut was folded aside, about two of which lived in. People, one is the kitchen.

By chance, when he spoke, the door of one of the earthen huts was pushed open, and a woman with a clean face came out with her hair in a bun.A knot made of colored rope was hooked between her fingers, and a dried turtle back was strung on the knot.

She straightened the knot, tiptoed and hung it on an iron nail beside the door wall, touched the turtle shell again, and turned to look outside the house.

For a moment, Xue Xian even thought she was looking over.But she just glanced over where they were standing, looked towards the direction of the village entrance, and then closed her eyes, trimmed her hair and went into the kitchen.

"Let's go, let's go there." Xue Xian said.

In the end, he didn't hear a response, and when he turned his head, he found that the wounded soldier's somewhat blurred face was wet, and tears were streaming down his face at some point.

He followed Xue Xian and the others to the door of the house as if sleepwalking, but instead of entering the kitchen, he walked to the colorful knot in a daze, as if he wanted to touch the turtle's back, but he had already lost his hands , can only watch.He glanced at the knot, turned his head again, walked through the open door of the stove, and looked at the woman sitting by the stove.

"What is the custom of this knot?" Xue Xian asked.

It took the wounded soldier a long time before he suppressed his sobs and said in a muffled voice, "It's a custom here for the turtle to come back together. If someone in the family has traveled far and hasn't returned, they will weave a knot like this and hang it."

It changes every month, from spring and summer to autumn and winter.

"I..." The wounded soldier stared dazedly at the woman wrapped in fireworks in the kitchen, took a moment to relax, and said, "I've changed my mind... Don't let her see the military badge."

He hadn't seen her in years, and he couldn't seem to get enough of her.After a long time, he reluctantly looked away and looked at Xue Xian and Xuan Min: "Excuse me, can you help me bury the general card in front of this house?"

Xue Xian looked at his wet face and nodded, "Okay, you don't regret it? We'll leave after we bury it, and we won't come back after leaving. If you change your mind again... probably no one can help you." is you."

"Well... I'm just here watching her and my parents, guarding in front of the door." The wounded soldier whispered, "They can't see the military badge, so they always have some hope..."

He has fought battles for many years, his bones are strong, he has shed blood and sweat, but he must have shed few tears, so his face is a bit ferocious when he cries, as if he is gritting his teeth and suppressing any sound.

The wounded soldier stood silently for a while, then suddenly looked at Xuan Min and said, "I, I have heard that there is a kind of medicine that can make people die in the next life. I am like this now, I can find it and take it. It still works. Is it?"

Xuan Min pondered for a moment, but before he could open his mouth, Xue Xian gave a "tsk", shook his head and said, "Why do you always like to tie your next life or even the next life to one person? I've met it more than once. The one who said this to me was also a mixed soldier. He babbled and read it over and over all night, and asked me if I had any such magic medicine. But anything that involves life and death is mostly evil, and the price is not affordable for ordinary people. Yes, there are so many cheap and good things that people can take advantage of."

Unexpectedly, the wounded soldier said seriously: "It's not certain. When I was young, I heard from Uncle Qu in the village that there is a kind of magic medicine in his hometown. If you plant it on your body, you can also promise it in your next life. The other party's disaster is also taken together..."

Seeing Xue Xian's indifferent expression, he added again and again: "Uncle Qu's hometown is in Langzhou, and there are always some rare things produced there, maybe it's true—"

"Don't think about it, you don't need it." Xue Xian was not used to being euphemistic, so he spoke quite directly.

The wounded soldier immediately lost his energy, bowed his head for a long time and said, "I understand, I just... think about it."

But... wait.

Xue Xian suddenly frowned, hissed, and said, "I heard what you said just now, but where is the hometown of the person you know?"

The wounded soldier's voice was so vague that some words were not clear. It took Xue Xian a while to realize what he said, so he couldn't help but confirm it again.

"Uncle Qu?" The wounded soldier was stunned for a moment, then repeated blankly: "Langzhou, it seems to be Xiashan Mountain or some other mountain area."

Xiashan Mountain in Langzhou.

There is a kind of magic medicine that can take the other party's disaster together...

It would be too much of a coincidence for the two to meet together.Xue Xian glanced at Xuan Min vigorously, and met Xuan Min's eyes again.He looked away, and said to Xuan Min: "Should we go and find that person?"

If he can confirm a specific location or ask more about the "miracle medicine", maybe he can find the solution to the "same life spider" on Xuan Min earlier.

Without much delay, the two of them complied with the wounded soldier's request and quietly buried the military plaque in front of the door of the earthen house.Then he followed the direction pointed by the wounded soldier and went to the house of "Uncle Qu".

Just when the two of them took a black bird to look for Uncle Qu deeper in the village, on the mountain road not far outside the village, a long team of chariots and horses stopped and watched.

It was not someone else, but the people of Taichang Temple who had gone and returned.

The leader of the team is still a young man and woman, one is Ren Taibu and the other is Ren Taizhu.

Taizhu helped the mask on his face, turned his head to look at the young woman who was recalculating, and said helplessly: "What? What kind of tricks did that person use? Or did he change places after a night?"

Do not divine the same thing twice in one day, so that all they know about the person they are looking for remains the same as last night.

At that time, they had already circled another mountain, so they realized something was different, so after several twists and turns, they turned back to Dupan Mountain.

Only this time, Tai Bu didn't speak for a long time, so Tai Zhu thought something went wrong again.

"That person is indeed in the Dupan Mountain. There will be no mistakes this time, and there will be no other disturbances. It's just..." Tai Bu hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "It's just that he is dead."

"Dead?" Tai Zhu raised his voice at the end, quite surprised.

"That's not the thing that puzzles me the most."

Tai Zhu: "Any more questions?"

"Do you remember what I said before, I found someone who seems to be the national teacher?" Tai Bu replied.

"Of course I remember, but that should be just a coincidence." Tai Zhu said.

"But unfortunately, according to the results of my calculations, he also came to this dustpan col, and he just left not long ago." Tai Bu said.

A coincidence is really a coincidence, two together, it is difficult to explain by coincidence.

Taizhu was agitated, "No...is it really the national teacher? Where is that person now?"

Tai Bu raised his hand and pointed, the village on the south side of the mountain nestled quietly in the faint skylight, "It's in this village."

The two looked over the eye holes of the mask and looked at each other.Then Tai Bu simply took out a pen and paper from the backpack on the horse's back, moistened the pen with a little ink, and wrote a letter with a few numbers.

Tai Zhu blew a whistle tacitly and called a pigeon.

The head of the letter was the national teacher, and the tail was stamped with Tai Bu's seal, and it was sent to Famen Temple by pigeons.

"Send the letter back, let's go to the village to confirm it, after all... It's about the national teacher, don't dare to be careless." Tai Zhu said.

Tai Bu nodded: "Yeah."