Copper Coins

This billowing thing spit out a puddle of clear water, watching it spread to the feet of Xuan Mercy. He stared at the bead. He was still cold and expressionless, but he said something inexplicable: "Do you want to spit this pool of water back?"

Xue Xian ignored him, still braving the water, quite unlovable.

"Then you have to soak in the spitting water?" Xuan Mian raised his lips, not salty or indifferent.

Xue Xian: "..."

Jin Zhu disappeared.

After a while, Xue Xianyou said quietly, "You mallet is really disgusting ..."

"No, I won." Xuan Merci faintly looked away and lifted his feet toward the nearby stone statues.

Xue Xian hesitated for a while, followed by rolling over, and stalked behind his feet, "You pick me up first, I feel dizzy."

Xuan Mian glanced at the light traces on his body: "Don't let the corpse water on your body dry."

"..." Xue Xian freezes for a while on the spot, angrily: "You are so disgusting to me, I chase you and spit you believe it ?!"

"Faith." Xuan Merci stopped and looked at him rather unbearably, after all, picked him up. I just threw it into the dark bag as if I didn't want to touch it for a moment.

"Do you have a face that abandons me?" Xue Xian snorted in a dark bag and said, "Don't you soak up all the water, are you wet?"

Xuan Mian stepped aside, and made a cut at the fingertips, and squeezed out a string of blood beads without pain, drawing a seemingly simple rune on the palm of his hand. Suddenly, all the water around him was squeezed clean, there was no drop left, and the thin sackcloth monk's clothes dried out, as light as snow, and even the water traces on Xue Xian's body were almost left. .

Xue Xian achieved his goal and was quite satisfied.

What's more satisfying to him is that the position of Xuan Mian's waist seems to help his digestive effect. He can clearly feel that what was previously sucked in from the black soil is a little bit integrated with the golden beads.

When he was unconscious, he even sucked in what was buried under the black soil without even seeing what was buried under the black soil. At this moment, when he was in harmony, he felt something—the one buried under the black soil. It should be a part of his body, or blood, or a few spines, or a dragon's tendon.

Not much and not complete. But when he slowly melted into the golden beads, he had a kind of unspeakable satisfaction, so that he felt in a solitude that the empty spine had finally started to feel some touch and temperature for half a year.

Whether it is to nourish the spirit, nourish the qi, or nourish the bones and nourish meat, there must be something to start with. It's like planting flowers and trees, there must always be a seed.

Xue Xian spent more than half a year before refining gasification, barely pulling a line on the spine to make his upper body move like an ordinary person. But the end of Qi and bones are much different, and the end of empty is not true. This time, he really had the feeling of burying a seed.

Xuan Merci didn't know what Xue Xian in the dark bag was thinking about, as long as he wasn't a demon.

There are too many statues on the pool stone bricks. It is impossible for him to look at them one by one and only pick those that are damaged.

The appearance of these stone statues is not static. In fact, he saw a dozen or so down. There are three kinds of looks, one is glaring, the other is crying with upside down eyebrows, and the other is a wide nose and a wide grin. By. The corpses wrapped in these three looks are also different.

In the angry face of the stone statue, the corpse is missing the head; in the sad face of the stone statue, the corpse is missing the feet, and in the laughing stone statue, the body is missing the hands.

"Did you see anything?" Xue Xian asked, "what exactly are these stone figures wrapped in corpses? It looks very evil."

Xuan Mian frowned. "Slightly known."

Xue Xian's tone was a little puzzled: "How do you know everything?"

Xuan Mian said indifferently: "Maybe I have seen it in the book before and made some impressions."

The hundreds of stone statues were not casually made a funeral at first glance. Being so particular about it must have its purpose. In this kind of place, something related to San is always indispensable. Although Xuan Mian did not remember where he looked, he did remember such a statement--

It is said that there is a Feng Shui array that changes the Universiade. It is called Baishi Pushiu Bureau. It has been prepared to avoid natural disasters *. hand.

Because this Baishi pushes the flow bureau, consumes 300 lives.

One hundred evil generals, one hundred bitter people, one hundred traitors.

The stone statues with different faces are just the same: the stone statues with angry faces are evil generals, the bitter people are crying and the treacherous ones are grinning.

"Three hundred people ..." Xue Xian was startled by this powerful evil array. "It can really be tossing, mortals are not as bad as me. Where can these three hundred people go?" A small number, even if it is cut in half, will cause some turmoil, right? Hundreds of people have no trace, and even the blind should be aware. "

What he was talking about, Xuan Mian turned around and looked at the stone statue, and something dropped. Listening to the sound, most of it is a piece of copper or iron.

After all, it was something carried on the corpse, and to say less, some decayed pickles were stained, Xuan Mian frowned, and could not help tearing a small piece of white linen from the hem.

Xue Xianwen yelled, "If you tear it off like this, this monk's robe should be shorter."

He is of course an exaggerated statement. Xuan Merci's robe is not dusty, but it is actually quite long and can cover almost all of his feet. It almost touched the ground when walking, but it was always separated by that distance. And each time he tore it off like this, it was even less than half a slap, and even if he tore it again for seventeen or eight times, it might not be much shorter.

But Xue Xian couldn't stop talking, and he wanted to provoke him from time to time.

Xuan Mian held the falling thing in his hands across the white linen, and looked at it with a little light.

It was a small piece of iron, with the head of the animal carved on it, and the name seemed to be engraved on the side, but the side with the characters was wiped off with a knife blade, covered with nicks, and the original characters could not be read clearly.

Seeing that Xuan Mian ignored him, Xue Xian squeezed a little head out of the dark bag while the bald donkey was squatting: "His—this thing is familiar."

"Have you seen that?" Xuan Merci wanted to take him back, and when he heard that, he put his hand away and passed the iron sheet in front of him.

"Remembered." Xue Xiandao said, "On the way to Wolong County, there were a lot of abandoned temples in the mountains. We found one when we rested there. There was still blood in the temple. I guess I have had some. Fighting. Later in front of the gate of Wolong County, I and the nerd picked up another one at the foot of the gate. "

Obviously such things are made uniformly, mostly from the army.

All the soldiers in the army are on the road of life and death. Anyone who has ever fought a battle, the blade of the sword is stained with human blood, which is exactly the so-called "shaman". It is just that the lieutenant generals are strictly controlled. How can it suddenly disappear without a hundred people and never report it?

In the past half year, Xue Xian only wandered between the cities and wells. He knew very little about the army, but he heard something about Xuan Mercy.

Everyone in the army has such an iron medal, which is convenient for compiling human headlines for a while, and two for interrogation, and the third is ... if one day the battlefield died, and even Ma Ge could not wrap a piece and could not return home, this iron The card will replace the corpse, and the fallen leaves will return to the root.

If you have not died in battle, but have fallen into disability, broken your hands, or suffered serious injuries like this, you will no longer be on the battlefield, and you will be retired. The iron medal will not be taken back, but the name engraved on the iron medal will be erased.

"Where did you hear these from?" Xue Xianyang asked.

Xuan Merci hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, maybe I've heard people talk at the corners of the street."

Xue Xian felt that the bald donkey was also a strange man. Judging by the spider mole, he was probably sick. When he opened his eyes, he didn't recognize people, and the disease seemed unclear. But such an unfortunate monk who is suspected of having anorexia and is always holding a frosty monk's shelf, who refuses people thousands of miles away, can actually mix so much information in the marketplace, which is really hard to imagine.

Xue Xian asked: "Do you look like someone who can talk and talk?"

Xue Xian replied: "Not like."

Xuan Mian's face remained unchanged, and he stretched out his fingers to round his head ... Maybe he was the body, but he just put it back in his bag.

"The evil generals are those soldiers who are young or injured, what are the bitter people and traitors?" Xue Xian muttered again when he was taken in.

"It's a beggar and a bandit."

It wasn't mysticism that answered him, but another slightly gentle voice.

Xuan Merci turned his head and saw that Lu Jiu and Old Liu did not know when they were awake, and they were walking towards this side.

It is self-evident that Old Man Liu's aged body is weaker than Jiang Shining. How did he wake up so fast? You know, no matter whether it is the drag of the vortex or the strength of the shot on the bottom of the pool, it is enough to make people all hurt, but these two are not injured at all.

What they looked like when they met behind Shimen before, they still look like this. Even if the clothes were soaked in water, some of the bruises on the body had not changed at all.

Xuan Merci glanced up and down and said nothing, but looked at the remaining Bailai Stone Statue and asked, "How do you know?"

Lu Jiuzi lifted the wooden stick in his hand and moved his finger, and said, "I can see, I can count, I just touched a few nearby."

"These soldiers were intercepted in the middle of returning home." He said quietly: "It's actually quite easy to get rid of such soldiers. Turning around and saying that they were already dead and the corpses could not be found, they could be sent away. And will not be suspicious. "

As for beggars and refugees ... one more and one less, maybe no one noticed. The mountain bandit is even better to say. In the eyes of the people around, it is best to clean up. As soon as I finished the prison or beheaded, no one asked me where I was sent.

With all three in place, the bureau was laid.

Lu Jiu's blind eyes were much easier to use than ordinary people at this time. He turned around and swept around, raising his fingers to two places: "There is something."

Xuan Mian heard the words, stepped forward, and picked one stone piece from each of the two walls. You can also touch the rune carved on the stone piece with just touching it with your fingers. Xuan Mian held it in his hand for a moment and frowned. "Some familiar."

"What familiar?" Xue Xian asked.

Xuan Mian: "The runes seem to have been seen elsewhere."

But the light in this tomb was too dim, and no matter how you look at it, you can only see a rough outline.

When he was looking at the stone piece, Lu Jiu turned around and looked at Lu Yanqi, who was faint not far away, and suddenly rushed to Xuan Mercy, "He Qisheng ..."

Hearing hesitantly, Xuan Mian didn't look up. "He seems to be extremely afraid of water."

In the dark bag, Xue Xianwen said lazily, "Yeah, while I was dizzy, nothing else was noticed, and I heard him twitch his throat."

Lu Jiu looked down: "It's my fault."