Chapter 32: Lock print (4)

Luomei Street is the most prosperous street in Wolong County. There are many red plum trees planted in the small houses on both sides of the street. In winter, especially on snowy days, the red petals of red plums fall on the white snow, dotted with stars. The whole street is a scene of Wolong County. It is so beautiful, so it is called Luomei Street.
There are inns, shops, restaurants, restaurants, and other shops are naturally indispensable. There are three or five silk shops alone, sandwiched in some fat powder jewelry shops.
Xue Xian is difficult to serve. He is wrapped in Xuan's wrist. He is not willing to be seen by people passing by, nor is he to be covered by his sleeves. , Just to allow him to show a pair of eyes. Then it didn't take long for him to scratch his head and mess up his sleeves, and always let Xuan Mian give him a new look.
Walking on the road, what's wrong with the sleeves?
At first Xuan Mian ignored him for a few words, but then he kept going, and Xuan Mian glanced down at him, shook his sleeves completely, and blindfolded him. No matter how spattered he was on his wrist, he never let him out again.
Xue Xian stood expressionlessly in the dark for a while, leaving a fingerprint on each of his fingers without a word, biting from his thumb to his little finger, and finally snarling like that.
Xuan Merci ’s little finger moved twice, and when he saw that it had no effect, he simply followed him, as if it was not him who was bitten.
Actually, to say how anxious Xue Xian is, that's not the case. He did have a bad temper, he was going to heaven every day, and he was so arrogant that he didn't hesitate to do everything. But this doesn't mean that he will really get angry when he encounters a trivial matter.
The reason he is so noisy is simply to find something for Xuan Mercy.
At first it was because he was accepted by Xuan Mercy, which made him feel a bit uncomfortable. Noisy becomes a habit, as if you don't find something for Xuan Mercy, you feel uncomfortable. Even though several times of danger had passed through, the initial fate had disappeared long ago, and he still couldn't help coming from time to time.
About touch, Xuan Mercy is too indifferent and calm, unlike any person Xue Xue has ever met in the past, so that he always wants to stir up Xuan Mercy and want to see when this bald donkey is not calm and indifferent. What it looks like.
Maybe it was boring, and wanted to have some fun in this bald donkey ... Xue Xian thought so.
In fact, even this occasional introspection of dragonflies and water meanings is unprecedented for this ancestor. Generally speaking, they are either full or hungry.
Xue Xian felt hungry himself, so he slouched his head lazily, watching the tip of his tail dangling slightly as Xuan Merci walked, and said, "Bald donkey, you still owe me a meal."
Xuan Merci didn't talk to him on the street, so he ignored him.
Who knew that this barrier of guilt loosened the teeth of his little finger, moved his claws, and climbed up a few steps along his wrist, most likely to follow his arm all the way to the stance of the neckline, crawling sideways. "Can't hear? Then I say to your ears."
Hyun Mercy: "..."
The tip of Xue Xian's claws softened a lot like his scales. It didn't hurt to crawl on Xuan Mian's hand, but it was a bit itchy. It's okay when you don't move, just move ... In short, it's very noisy.
Xuan Mian frowned immediately, moving his fingers between his sleeves, pinching the disobedient tail of the evil barrier, and dragging him back again.
Xue Xian's eyes narrowed, two claws were caught on the skin of Xuan Mian's arm, dragged and slid, and the tips of the claws dragged into a line.
Hyun Mercy: "..."
He frowned even tighter, and couldn't care much about it. He returned to Xue Xian with a salty expression: "When did you owe it?"
It happened that a pedestrian passed by and looked at him strangely, probably thinking that the monk who was talking to himself was a bit abnormal, but after looking at it for a while, he was stunned by the cold temperament of Xuan Yuan, and hurriedly stared away.
Xue Xian was quite resentful when he thought of this. "When you broke into the Jiangjia Medical Hall, you stirred me for a meal. The nerd went to the restaurant to buy it for me in the early morning, and it took my old nose to bring it back. It ’s all the restaurant ’s signboard. You ca n’t eat that taste anywhere else. You spend money and do n’t use two chopsticks.
He prolonged his tone, and asked lazily, "Did you say that you were a little ill? Should you make up for me?"
It is justified and supported.
In front of this ancestor, can you say "should not"? Said he could turn the sky.
Seeing that there was a ready-made shop in front of him, and the people passing by narrowed their necks and passed by Xuan Mian, he said inconveniently, and then said "um" lightly. It was a response, and when he turned his toes, he entered the store.
The owner of the ready-to-wear shop is a middle-aged couple. The man settled the bill with abacus beads on the side. The woman held a copper hand warmer in her arms. She looked down at something and looked like a trick. Complex knots.
Xuan Merci walked almost silently, and was wearing a monk robe like Yun Xue. The dust appeared to be dust, but at first glance, it looked like a three-pointer.
The owner's wife, Yu Guangzhang, came to the shop and suddenly drew a shadow of white, and the knotted hands suddenly hesitated.
"Ah, it scared me!" She patted her chest and raised her head in amazement. When she looked like a young monk, she suddenly froze, and her face became a little weird.
This winter, there are many fewer people moving around, not to mention that it has been gloomy today. I heard earlier that the riverside lightning flashed a rather strange heavy rain, the white waves were torrential, and now the black clouds are squeezing again. Down, the north wind bursts, quite a bit of the meaning of another rain and snow, pedestrians have become more hurried.
The couple's ready-to-wear shop hasn't made any money today, so it's hard to look forward to coming in, and it's a monk.
What can monks do?
The lady first looked at Xuan Merci's hand subconsciously.
Not in a bowl, not for fate.
However, the lady's face did not look much better because of it. After all, these days, the monk has a special identity, which is all related to the current state teacher--
As we all know, the master is a monk, and he is a very powerful monk. It is said that he can change hands with the eyes and eyes, and most importantly, he has lived for a long time, so long that no one can tell how old he is. He followed five generations of emperors in total, and he has been a teacher for over a hundred years.
Ordinary people can see the National Teacher once a year at most. That is when the winter solstice is sacrifice to Mount Tai every year. The mighty battle will go from Jingshi to the foot of Mount Tai. With both eyes, he had to converge.
But the Master always wore a silver beast-faced mask, the monk's robes were wide, and the tadpoles were scarlet, covering his hands and feet. You can't see your face or your age.
Someone once vowed to say: The National Teacher is almost a demon. Although he can't see his face, hands and feet, he can know by looking at his neck. He is definitely not an elderly person. People are old, and the wrinkles on their necks cannot hide. Longevity is nothing but a hundred years of life and not old, it is particularly scary.
However, some people also said that he had seen the Heavenly Sacrifice Team once, and there was still a wrinkle on the neck of the national division in the team, but it was not old-fashioned, more like a middle-aged person.
Others say that the National Teacher has changed generations a long time ago, only to keep others from seeing it, so he always wears a mask.
In short, there are many opinions and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. People are always awed by such mysterious and unknown things. But this teacher is not only mysterious and mysterious. He is said to have a very strange temperament and an uncertain weather. There are quite a few rumors about the state teacher in the capital--
It is said that the master seems to be practicing closed mantras, and keeps silent all day long, as cold as Tianshan Snow. People who are scared to wait are worried all day, and do not know whether they are doing right or not. It is also said that the masters practiced magic skills, and every few years, they would bring back one or two children who reportedly have Buddha nature and wisdom roots, but after a few years, those children disappeared. Some people speculate that Xu may have been made into a medicine man or some other evil thing by the master, and vowed to say that the place where the master lived from time to time would have a smell, and people did not dare to think about it, and it was creepy.
None of these rumors can be found for an exact source. After all, no one dared to chew the roots of a state teacher with his real name and surname. Moreover, some people who used to fight against the state teacher did not end up in the end.
Therefore, the people believed the rumors even more.
In addition, although the National Teacher did indeed calm a lot of natural disasters , every time the turmoil subsided, some weird things happened afterwards, so that the people were more afraid of the National Teacher, and he always felt that he was a generation of demon monks. Maybe one day an outbreak of an evil disease would stop him.
This year's winter solstice ritual of the ritual ceremony, the rare state teacher did not show up. Just because of previous rumors that he was suddenly robbed, he had to retreat. It ’s lighter, it ’s something tricky, and it ’s more serious, if you do n’t even show up, it is bound to be a matter of life and death, maybe your life is almost over!
In this regard, the people secretly applauded.
In the past few decades, when the rumors related to the state teacher had not spread among the people, the incense of the temples in the state capitals of the country was particularly strong, and even the treatment of the monks in the folk was much better. But since those rumors spread, the image of the monk has become a bit subtle.
When doing things or removing evil spirits, you have to hold your nose to ask for help in the temple, but when there are no incidents on the weekdays, most people still see the monks and detour, it is best not to deal with them.
But this has come to the door, and people can't be kicked out. Besides, Xuan Merci has a good skin. The owner's gaze moved across his face, and his expression eased again. He put the knot in his hand on the counter, and stood up and greeted, "This master wants to ... buy ready-made clothes?"
The boss lady whispered in her heart: This monk's monk's clothing still has to come to the clothing store?
Xuan Merci didn't explain much. He said "um", and then he swept around the shop to create a style of robes.
The proprietress clenched her hands silently, saying that the monk's temperament was really cold, and it was too cold to be enthusiastic.
She rubbed her elbow at the accountant's boss and said, "Don't fiddle with the abacus. Count it up later and say hello."
The boss is a chronic child. After rubbing his waist and eyes, he raised his head and said in a slow tone: "What kind of ready-made clothes does the little master want? The monk's clothing shop has not done it, but if necessary, you can also make one overnight. You need to measure Master's robe size. "
"No need," Xuan Merci answered.
Boss: "..." always jumps out word by word. What makes this business do?
At first glance, Xuan Merci was a person who had never entered such a shop, standing in a shop robe with a white robe, quite a bit out of place. He didn't pick too much. He flipped through the two winter jacket sleeves nearby, glanced at the length of the sleeves, and roughly recalled the length of the evil barrier when it turned back into a human shape, intending to add a few.
The ancestor on his wrist turned out unhappy.
"This mule is so thick that it can block the walls of the city, and you can roll on when you put it on the ground." Xue Xian suspected that he couldn't give up. "I don't want it anyway, buy it and wear it yourself!"
He also knew that he couldn't be too pretentious in this shop, his voice was very low, and he passed into the ear of Xuan Merci along the gap between his robes.
The proprietress looked at Xuan Merci for a moment while holding the hand stove, and then followed his hands to fall on those robes, and suddenly became clear: "Master is helping someone buy?"
Xuan Merci said "um", still looking at the ready-made clothes.
"But what are your preferences?" The bossess thought for a while and said, "take the liberty to ask, who kind of people to buy? Maybe we can help recommend a few."
Xuan Mian's eyes fell on a cricket with a rather bleached eye. I recalled Xue Xianpi's temperament with a chicken feather, and he gave a brief description: . "
Madam: "..."
Xue Xian: "..."
The chronic boss has a pair of smiling eyes. He pointed at the spicy-eyed and said, "The in front of Master is good, bright in color and fresh."
Mixing a bunch of colors, as if just peeled from a pheasant, really fit.
Xue Xian quietly said: "You don't want to live ..."
In the end, under the threat of the ancestral flail with a bite, Xuan Meng bought three suits for him. Yishui's black color is as thin as the monk's clothes on Xuan's own body. When placed on the counter, the running funeral clothes with Xuan's just make up a pair of black and white impermanence.
When the boss lady wrapped him, her face was quite inexplicable, and she seemed to feel cold when she looked at it, and couldn't help but hold her hand warmer.
When Xuan Mian put the silver on the counter, she even drew a corner of her mouth. My heart said that the monk hadn't come out of the temple door much, and the price on the market was really small. I only bought a house in this county for more than twenty or two dollars. How can I throw away so much money when I buy three clothes.
The boss silently picked up the small copper scale and weighed the silver, while instructing the boss lady to allocate copper money to Xuan Mian.
When Xuan Mian's hand was resting on the cabinet, Xue Xian happened to see the knot on the cabinet.
He stared at the half-knotted knot for a moment, poked Xuan Mian with his paws, and while the couple didn't notice, he crawled to the neck of Xuan Mian's neck and said softly: "A surprise, look at the knot Does n’t it look like the pattern carved under the lock?

The stone was so heavy that he couldn't run around with it. Xuan Merci borrowed a little crude tool from the Lu family to extend the pattern on the bottom of the stone lock. Xue Xian stayed in the dark bag of Xuan Merci for a long time, and he almost used it as a nest. He saw nothing in it, including the patterned paper, and the ones he rolled up on the bottom of the river. Iron medal.
Fortunately, these are small and lightweight things, otherwise Xuan Merci's robes would have broken.
Xuan Merci found the paper from the dark bag, and calmly compared it--
The pattern on the paper looks like a weird totem, round, and there are worms and beasts lying on the top. I don't know if it is a bat or something. Below is a cirrus pattern.
After all, the effect of weaving the knot is different from that of the sculpting. At first glance, it is not exactly the same, but after careful identification, it is indeed similar. It is just that the sculpted insects and beasts have a sense of subtlety in the simplicity, but the knots are quite rounded and swallowed a lot.
Xuan Mi and Xue Xian have never seen such a pattern, and have even made it difficult to find it, but they did not expect to have some brow so quickly.
"What is this knot tied for?" Xuan Mian put away the tissue and nodded at the counter.
The boss was counting the copper plates according to the boss's words, heard the word "Oh", and replied: "A blessed knot of peace and security."
She looked up to see Xuan Merci's look, and added: "Is it unusual? This pattern was learned by me a few years ago, I haven't seen it elsewhere, but it is really spiritual. My son brought this knot, I have stopped a few disasters, but the knot is always broken. "
Xuan Mian: "Where did you learn?"
"Sister Zhang's daughter-in-law." After the boss said, remembering that Xuan Merci was mostly not a local, she explained: "Stone Zhang is a famous stonemason in our county. Yeah. His wife is a handy man who likes to make beautiful things. I learned from her. "
A piece of stone?
Xue Xian thought of the stone lock sinking under the river, and said that there was also stone, and this one was also stone.
Xuan Mian naturally did not miss such a coincidence. He picked up the wrapped clothes and copper coins and asked, "Where does the stone live?"
"Go east along the street. In Hugua Alley, there is a pile of stones at the door."
The carving workers in Huizhou are famous. Many people made a special trip to find the master craftsman here to carve things. So the boss didn't doubt that he was there, and reported it to him quickly.
Xuan Mian was not as confused as Xue Xian, and went out three or two turns to Hugua Lane.
The character said by the boss is really conspicuous. Standing on the end of Hugua Lane, you can see that there is a small stone piled up beside the door of the house.
He lifted his feet and walked to the door of the house, knocking on the copper knocker.
However, there was no movement in the door for a long time ...
"Is this little Master also looking for a piece of stone?" A middle-aged person passing by Xuan Mian said, "He is not at home. I live in the house next to him. His house has been empty for more than half a month. The black light was blind all day long, and I could not hear a little bit of sound. Maybe he was invited away by another master from another place. "
The middle-aged man said, and then muttered to himself, "But his wife and children are not here, maybe he went out to go to relatives? Maybe, knocking on the door doesn't work anyway. Several people have come in this half a month, and they all ran away. After a trip, come again after a while. "
After looking at the sky, he didn't say much any more, and left in a hurry, and entered the door of a house not far away.
Xuan Mian looked back at him when he entered the door, and stood with his hand in front of the stone Zhangjia door.
Xue Xian moved his claws uncomfortably. No one left or right, he pulled his head out of his cuff and gasped.
Xuan Mian's fingers pinched his sharp tail, and frowned, asking, "Why are you suddenly hot?"
"It's not only hot, it's swelled a lot." Xue Xian's slender tongue hanged from the half-open dragon's mouth, quite half dead.
This feeling is not unfamiliar to him. Last time, the whole body swelled like this, still in the island of Fentou. As a result of the thermal expansion, he finally came back. This time I felt this way again, how could he skip it at will?
Xue Xian opened his tongue and rushed to Xuan Xuan sympathy. "Excuse me to hit a door, and it's okay to go over the wall. The Zhang family hides things."
Hyun Mercy: "..."
Xue Xian thought for a while, and added a sentence: "After turning in, it's better to find an empty house to put me down and even wrap the clothes."
Xuan Mian's palm was already on the door of the Zhang family. After hearing the words, he asked, "Why?"
Xue Xiangan laughed twice, not cold or hot: "I am so swollen that I am afraid I can't keep this form. Without changing people, I have to change back to the prototype. It won't be a problem to collapse half of Wolong County. A little monk who turns into a cake. "
Hyun Mercy: "..."