Chapter 3: Paper people (3)

Xue Xian, who thought that he could smash the sky in the first half of his life, was able to shake the ground, was copied by an empty skin monk, and it only cost him a piece of broken copper ...
After the two pieces of moss were shoveled up by the monk, the prototype appeared in no time and turned into two small human-shaped paper covers. The monk glanced indifferently at the face of the paper skin, folded the paper skin, and put it in a dark bag around his waist.
Xue Xian Yikou Shanhu tsunami's heart had no time to spray the bald donkey's face, so he was forced to stick to the bald donkey's waist, tightly stitched, without any gap.
If Qu Neng lives and dies, Xue Xian can die more than 200 times in this
copying house into a bag
effort. He is inherently arrogant. He can only be angered by others, but not by others. He is a shameless and unreasonable ancestor. Piansheng bumped into the nail this time, overturning the boat in the gutter.
Regardless of the original reason, he and the bald donkey's beam were settled.
Xue Xian is unconvinced, eat soft but not hard. If he had a knife in his hands at this time, he should have looked at the monk's waist without saying a word, but unfortunately he did not have the habit of carrying a sword with him.
The monk looked like an ice pillar, with no expression at all, but his body was still warm. The slightly warm body temperature penetrated the paper skin a little through the thick white sackcloth.
Xue Zhipi, who had been covered in no time, said: "..."
Annoying!
It is really annoying. For people with a stingy body, a little warmth in the cold winter is most likely to disintegrate fighting, especially Xue Xian who has been paralyzed for half a year. The muscles and veins are not connected, and the blood is not smooth. At present, this body can't gather much heat, and it is almost frozen all winter. With such a cover, Leng Buding's body was lazy before his mind, but he didn't want to move.
Xue Xian, who was folded two times, lay angrily for a moment, and finally overcome the laziness of the body and secretly felt the contents of the monk's dark bag.
For this young monk, Xue Xian still does not know its depth.
If it is said that it is true ... What is the ability to tear a piece of white linen, shovel a piece of moss? Bare dolls that pee and mud will! Besides, people who really have the ability to lift a piece of land are simply moving their fingers, let alone a small piece, the entire yard can be lifted, why bother to break a piece of broken copper skin to come and shovel?
But if he doesn't have the ability ... how did he see through this layer of blinding eyes at a glance?
Xue Xian was still a little worried about movement at first. When he fumbled, his movements were small and light. With the convenience of thin paper, it was really hard to detect.
However, after a while, he gradually lost his scruples and did not know how to converge. Because he found that the bald donkey didn't seem to care about it. Through the two layers of white linen wrapped on the outside of the dark bag, he faintly heard a lot of cluttered people outside the yard, and it seemed that a group of people had come together, but he didn't know For what.
"His ... What do you do to hit my face ?!" Jiang Shining lowered his voice and popped a few words out of his teeth. It sounded that his patience with Xue Xian was nearing his limit.
Xue Xian's groping motion accelerated, and he accidentally shot the wrong place. He didn't have time or time to explain to the nerd, so he "hushed" lowly, signaled that the nerd should be honest and don't make any noise.
In the past six months, his actions have been hindered. Every time he wants to do something or go to a place, he has to borrow some Dongfeng. Either people or things. It's rare to encounter a bald donkey this time, and even if he doesn't rely on pits to cheat at all, he still has to bring something that can fool people. Xue Xian wanted to pick up something in his dark bag, and then leave in disorder.
While Xue Xian was busy, the young monk who had copied him had already reached the gate of the house of Jiangjia Medical Church.
The original heavy house door has long been incomplete, and the copper door hoop is even deformed. When the two doors were in conflict, they were not close together, leaving a huge gap. The monk paused in front of the door, his eyelids raised.
Through the crack of the grinning grin, he could clearly see that there were already a crowd of people around the door. The Jiangjia Medical Church has long been an abandoned house. Naturally, no lanterns will be hung at the door. But at this moment, the people outside were holding a string of paper lanterns and a few fluffs of white hair. In the future, people will be aggressive, very serious, and there will be a kind of "bad person" attitude.
This looks, either to catch ghosts or to take people.
As the saying goes, "If you don't do bad things, you won't be afraid of a ghost knocking on the door." But after glancing at the young monk, he glanced back. He pushed open the gate of the house, and he didn't even look at people. He lifted his feet and walked out, as if the group of people holding lanterns didn't exist.
The people around the door of Jiangjiayaotang were not idlers. They wore county-dynasty grey-blue cloth robes, and a thin knife about two feet long was hanging from their waists. As soon as the monk was about to leave, they immediately held down the waist knife, closed the circle, and blocked the monk's way.
The monk stopped and frowned, glancing at the people in front of him, and didn't seem to understand the relationship between these people and himself.
"You're talking, but this one?" A slightly older voice sounded abruptly.
The monk glanced at the speaker-it was a middle-aged man of low stature, wearing a master hat and goatee, and looked thin, but his belly was slightly convex. If it is a local Ningyang, Dingren recognizes at first glance that this middle-aged man is the master Liu Ning of Ningyang County.
But the monk is not a local. For his temperament, even if he is a local, he does not necessarily pay attention to what the master looks like. He has a few eyes and a mouth.
It was Master Liu who questioned, and the monk still had a three-point impression—not someone else, it was Jiuweiju's little man.
It turned out that the hall was thinking about the notice next to Jiuweiju's floor, and eventually went to the county hall. Since the reward is so heavy, it must be a tricky offender. Who knows if he has carried a series of murders?
So, Tang Yan reported the young monk in this way. The County Chan said nothing and immediately came to get someone.
The monk's gaze fell on Tang Ling, who seemed somewhat guilty, and narrowed his neck slightly backwards. He spoke indifferently: "Large, master me ..."
Before he could finish speaking, the young monk looked back. He lifted his finger, and a dark object drew an arc, and fell into Tang's arms unbiasedly. Tang Yan also said what hurtful stuff, closed his eyes in shock. Hearing the sound of the copper plates colliding, he opened his eyes cautiously.
purse!
What was thrown into his arms by the monk was the money bag he had previously given to the other party.
As if the monk had finally thrown what he should throw, he took another step calmly. This time, he was about to be impatient with the delay, and coldly opened a golden mouth for the military service and said, "Get out."
"My lord, this ..." Yan Yi, while blocking the others, cast his eyes on Master Shi.
"Slow." Master took a thin piece of paper from his arms, shook the lantern, and said, "Where is this little Master? In which temple is it used to provide Buddha? Is there a law?"
The young monk frowned at him, seemed too lazy to answer, and seemed to be thinking about something.
When I saw him, I was a little bit ignorant, and Master's tone suddenly regained: "Little Master, someone came to tell you that you are similar to the imperial court wanted today. If you don't insist on speaking, we have to take you first. Go back and check again! "
The young monk gave him a cold glance, and after a moment, he calmly said, "The lawful name is Xuan Mercy, the monk, and the homeless temple."
Serious monks have never been mixed like this, but whoever says that they have no home or temple, most of them rely on partial wealth to eat, in other words, it is a stick.
The master gave him a glance up and down, his expression was a little ironic, and then he shook the notice in his hands, and ordered people to lift the lantern closer to compare with Xuan Merci one by one.
Xue Xian, who was busy living in the dark bag, completely heard the words, and was a little gloat at first: Let your bald donkey copy other people's dens, will you be copied now? Yes!
He didn't touch anything useful to him in the dark bag, except for a peach branch and two flints, there was only one cloth bag. He touched the inner layer of the bag carefully, and it seemed to be some long and short pins. In short, it was not what he wanted. Xue Xian was too lazy to delay, and wanted to slip out of the dark bag while the monk was not paying attention.
He is somewhat confident about this. As long as he doesn't want to be noticed, ordinary people will never notice his movements. Xue Xian picked up the master's time to speak again, stretched himself into a very thin sheet, and drew upward along the gap in the dark bag.
Who knew that the moment I slipped out of a head, I felt a black face-
The bald donkey who killed Thousand Swords raised his hand in time, and used a finger to pin his paper head back!
Xue Xian: "..."
The ancestor, who was born unconcerned, was stunned, and immediately rolled annoyingly in a dark bag, drew a needle from the cloth bag, and looked at the bald donkey's waist and eyes.
Hyun Mercy: "........."
Just when Xue Xian was about to turn around in secret, the master who blocked Xuan Merci completed the complete notice, and frowned and shook his head: "No ..."
"No?" The soldiers behind him glanced at the notice.
"It's not the right age, it's a lot worse." Master Shi said, "It doesn't look like a lot ... it looks so interesting in the distance. It's too young to look at the lantern nearby. Besides, this one to catch, It is said to be an extremely difficult monk, this master ... "
Master unconsciously turned around Xuan Merci's waist, glanced at the gray coin string, although he didn't say it directly, but his expression was obvious-the one in front of him was obviously a tender stubble, and the copper coin had not yet developed oil What about ... Monk? What a joke!
No one has any respect for the magic stick that can be seen at a glance.
The master looked at his string of copper coins, and his expression was obviously disdainful. He raised his hand and waved to Xuan Mercy, and said, "Okay, there is nothing wrong with you, Master, let's go."
Xuan Mian lifted his feet and walked away, as if this was just a leaf falling into his body.
However, after going out two steps, he glanced at the Master's face again and again, and said lightly, "You will not live long."
Xue Xian, struggling with a new idea in the dark bag, slipped and almost tore himself: "..." That's great. No need to spend time, this bald donkey started to rush to death!
However, when he slipped, he accidentally affixed it to the back of Xuanyin's lumbar bone. Somehow, he suddenly felt that something in his brain was "humming", and it felt as if someone knocked in his brain Remember Hong Zhong.