Chapter 9: Gold ingots (5)

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Xue Xian glanced at the palm of his hand and scanned the body of the bald donkey again. The monk's robes were wide, but they were tall and thin. As can be seen from his straight shoulder profile, his weight is not the kind of clear soup, but it should be thin and powerful. However, it is still far from "zhuang".
So Xue Xian raised his chin in disbelief: "You can handle it with one hand? Coax?"
Xuan Merci did not move, but his palms were still so stretched.
"Okay, you have to be responsible for the disability." Xue Xianman said indifferently, holding both hands and jumping from the wall.
However, at the moment of the fall, he had changed from a thin, living man to a Paper Man with a bang. About to match the width of Xuan's palm, he also narrowed the paper skin a few times, but it was only one slap large, so he was lying in the hands of Xuan's like a leaf falling like a branch ...
Large font.
Hyun Mercy: "..."
Seeing the living appearance of this evil barrier, Leng Buding again saw this "dead look" type of portrait, even if it was reduced a bit, it really hurt his eyes.
Xuan Merci looked away silently. With the intent of not seeing the net, he emulated what he had done before, and put the evil barrier back into the dark bag around his waist. But this time he talked a little about humanity, instead of letting it sink to the bottom, but letting the evil barrier reveal his head, can lie on the edge of the dark bag, and breathe from time to time.
Who knows this evil barrier is unhappy.
"Excuse me, change another place." Xue Xian said with an excuse, but his tone was not polite.
Xuan Merci never thought of it, but in just a few words, this evil barrier had forgotten that he was the one caught, and it had a faint meaning to be upset.
Have any prisoners who have been seen in the jail been rightly demanding to be changed to a first class bunk?
"How to change?" Xuan Mian lowered his eyes.
The paper-skinned man was born without a bone. He gently lifted his face up, rolled his eyes and rushed to Xuan Mercy and asked, "I want to shoulder!"
Hyun Mercy: "..."
The Paperman with the last name Xue still complained reasonably: "This Laoszi place has a low vision and can't see anything. I want to shoulder up!"
Hyun Mercy: "..."
Why don't you go to heaven?
"At this time, you are not afraid of falling," Xuan Merci said coldly.
Xue Xian thought and didn't want to stumble back: "Are you slipping your shoulders? Are you jumping? Are you going to fall without jumping or jumping?"
This evil barrier is always vibrant, Xuan Merci said nothing but shook his head, seemingly helplessly: "Come on."
After speaking, he ignored Xue Xian and stepped forward.
Xue Xian lay on the back of the dark bag and waited for a while, but Xuan Mian reached out to help him change places, and immediately opened his mouth angrily: "What about the hand?"
Xuan Merci said coldly, "Climb yourself."
Xue Xian: "..."
For Uncle Xue Xian, crawling all over the ground was an insult, and he couldn't do it. But the monkey borrowed his arms like a tree and climbed up, he could not accept it. So he looked up and saw the height of the bald donkey, and he extended two dragon claws with dignity, and hooked the monk's clothes.
The texture of this monk's clothes is strange, saying that raw hemp is not like raw hemp, and cooked hemp is not like cooked hemp. The texture is not fine but quite soft, and it is white and white, without any dirt. In short, it doesn't look like an ordinary monk can wear it.
There's something ... inexplicable.
It's like alpine pine forest in the snow.
Paper people are really small, Xue Xian grabbed two and grabbed all the way straight from Xuan Mian's waist all the way to the neckline.
Originally, I could turn my shoulders by turning the neckline to the side. However, Xue Xian was not. He turned his head around Xuan Meng's neckline, looked at his shoulders, and raised his face again.
From this weird angle, you can see Xuan Merci's thin jaw, which is no longer visible.
Xue Xian took a break, then slammed, climbed Xuan Merci ’s chin, and burned his buttock-like three or two claws on the bridge of his nose. With Xuan Merci ’s eyebrow force, he fell from the side to his shoulder and practiced There was a show of what it means to "strike your nose and face".
Hyun Mercy: "..."
To be able to develop such a fearless spleen, there must be no simple little demon, but Xue Xian's original body breath is too weak, so that Xuan Mercy has been unable to determine the origin of this evil barrier.
Speaking of the original body ...
Xuan Merci glanced at the Paper Man sitting on his shoulder and asked Shen Shen: "You told the wild ghost scholar earlier that you haven't finished Yangshou."
Xue Xian adjusted his posture, chose a comfortable position, and sat lazily. He heard the words very perfunctoryly: "Yeah, so you accept me as a bad name."
Xuan Mian didn't answer him, but asked again, "Where are you?"
There are always so many mallets in this world who can talk especially and stab at others' painful feet.
Jiang Shining's reedwood stick is one, and this bald donkey is also one.
Where is the original body?
This is probably not even clear to Xue Xian himself.
Recalling that day at the seashore of Huameng County, Guangdong, after he was pumped alive, a heavy rain fell and the tide tumbled. The big waves dragged him into the sea. He was miserable, lost his mind, and when he regained a little consciousness, he found that his soul was out of the body.
That colossal body could not maintain its original appearance without the support of the Yuanling. As before, it shrank into a golden bead.
He wanted to collect the gold beads and wait for the new spirits to be restored before returning to their original form, but God knows that he made a terrible joke with him. Before his consciousness was completely clear, the golden beads were sent ashore by a big wave. He only faintly saw the fishermen dressed up through the sea and picked it up.
When he completely recovered his mind and wanted to chase after him, the man had disappeared.
Thinking of this, Xue Xian was a little angry, so he answered without a good tone: "I'm not looking for it!"
Hyun Mercy glanced at him again: even the original body could be lost, and the evil barrier was quite capable.
It's not that Xue Xian is really wrong, but that the original body's trouble is much less than that of living cramps. He couldn't find it now, just because he was badly injured and broke the connection with the original body. When he is completely recuperated, he will naturally be able to sense his original body, and it will be effortless to find it.
However, it is one thing not to deliberately find it, it is another thing to send it to your door.
Xue Xian remembered the buzz he had heard before, and couldn't help secretly whispering, "The location of this house is a bit ancient--"
When he was saying this, Xuan Merci had taken him into the room calmly and calmly, and passed the two narrow doors without fear and danger, and after walking through a corridor, was about to open another narrow door.
As a result, Xue Xian's "strange" word had not been exported, so she truncated herself and quickly turned her head: "Wait! How familiar is this place?"
More than familiarity ...
The bluestone slab floor, the room carved with wooden flower door, and the old tree and the vine growing up from the wall ... Isn't this the place where Xue Xian opened his eyes before? !!
Dare to love this bald donkey and take him to turn left and right, back to where he was? !!
Xuan Merci shook his head and said, "Only where is the truth, and where is the truth."
Xue Xian glanced at him, and said to his heart, okay, since this bald donkey is well versed in the eight techniques of sacrifice armor, it can be calculated that there is no big mistake. What he said is true ...
"What's the use of finding this place?" Xue Xian watched the bald donkey cross the threshold of the narrow door and stepped towards the empty room.
Xuanyi said: "Here is the gate of life. From then on, the battle can be broken."
Xue Xian was trying to speak, but he heard a faint human language suddenly heard in the room that should not be someone.
Xuan Merci's steps were quickly closed, his toes turned, and with the Paper Man on his shoulder, he hid silently behind the corridor pillars.
How could anyone?
Xue Xianpao was on Xuan Mian's shoulder, and slightly pierced his head from the back of the pillar. Fortunately, the paper was really inconspicuous, so it was extremely difficult to attract attention.
I heard the voice of the people in the room gradually cleared, and the sound was a little familiar. When the door of the room was pushed apart, the people in the room crossed the threshold slightly, awkwardly, and stepped on one leg. Xue Xian then reacted violently-that was the voice of the fool Liu Chong.
Wouldn't it be effortless to find other trapped people like this? Who is he talking to? Jiang Shining?
However, Xue Xian was not a reckless husband after all, and in a blink of an eye realized some oddities.
The thick robe worn by Liu Chong was not the same as before. Previously he wore a gray-blue robe. At this moment, he was wearing a dark-colored robe, and the sleeves were rolled with dark red edges, which was quite festive.
As soon as this idea came up, I saw Liu Chong standing outside the door and turned to help the door.
He has clumsy hands and feet, and even the action of helping people reveals twelve minutes of strength, as well as the true heart of twelve minutes.
Hugging his hand out, an old lady with a bun in her hair. The old woman's hair was pale and thin, and her bun had only a tiny clump, which was softly fixed on her back. She had a dull face, her eyes narrowed, her gully face was full of wrinkles, her lips were a little purple, and she was obviously sick at first glance.
She put it on Liu Chong's wrist with one hand, slamming the mud like the old tree roots tightly, holding Liu Chong tightly. The other hand was holding a gray wooden cane. Even so, her movement across the threshold was still reluctant.
The old man's legs and feet dragged, this threshold was obviously too high for her.
The old lady finally stood holding the cane with both hands outside the door, and smiled at Liu Chong again, pouting and muttering, "Chonger is capable, go and get me a wooden bench in the house."
Liu Chong nodded. As soon as he was about to enter the house, the old lady added another sentence: "Yes, there are lanterns and ingots."
A fool can only focus on one thing at a time. The old woman ordered three things in a row, which was a little too complicated for the fool Liu Chong. He stepped in the door, and stepped out of the door, staring at the old woman stunned, biting the word hard, and said, "Wooden bench ... Yuanbao?"
The old woman sighed with an inaudible sigh, and said with a smile: "Well, Chong Er is smart."
Liu Chong returned into the room with a silly smile, and after a moment, he took the wooden stool in one hand, carried a huge cloth pocket in one hand, and came out. The fool had occupied the place with both hands, and it seemed that he didn't know how to step. He lingered on the threshold for a moment, then barely stepped out, and took a step before handing the wooden stool and cloth pocket to the old lady.
He probably wanted to help stabilize the wooden stool and open the cloth pocket, but because of clumsy hands and feet, the wooden stool was almost overturned, and the knot in the cloth pocket was accidentally pulled into a knot by him. I do not know if it really came to help, or to make people mess.
However, the old lady did not show a little impatience, still pouting and smiling at Liu Chong, said, "Go to the house and get two lanterns."
Liu Chong probably felt that he was applauded, and was even more positive. When he responded with a "hey", he turned around and rummaged in the room. After a while, he mentioned two red lanterns.
"It's a little year, it's time to replace this white lantern." The old lady taught Liu Chong to change the lantern at the door to a more festive red, and then sat back on the wooden bench, squinting and removing the knot on the cloth pocket .
It took me a long time to take it apart.
The cloth pockets scattered around, and piles of paper ingots spread out on the ground.
The old lady carefully took out a piece of fire from her pocket, borrowed it from the white lantern that she had taken off, and dropped it on the pile of paper ingots.
The warm yellow flames leaped instantly, and the piles of paper ingots seemed to have been drained of vital energy, and they stunned in an instant. One of the ingots on the corner was not burned by the fire, but was stirred by the wind to the beam post. Xuan Merci copied it silently, and the paper ingot fell in his hand.
Xuan Merci turned the paper ingot into the sky, and sure enough, when he saw a few words written on the bottom of the ingot, he rushed to the five-horse-like corpse, and at first glance it was from the hand of the fool Liu Chong.
Xue Xian reached his head and narrowed his eyes to recognize it, and found that it was a person's name—Liu Xian.
He immediately thought of the intangible inscription in Liu Chong's room, and said to his heart: Is it possible to write Liu Xian?
But it ’s not the same if you think about it carefully. The word Liu Xian is written. Liu Chong wrote it clearly now. Why did you write a paste after changing the time? Look at the smear of the ink, there is more than two words.
Xuan mercy read the words under the ingot and let go. The paper ingot was blown back by the wind again, just in time to catch the last bit of tongue, and was licked completely.
While the old woman was pulling Yu Hu with her cane, she said in a whisper: "This year's body is not very sharp and the waist can't move. This paper ingot is less than the old year. You will use it."
Liu Chong sat on the threshold and listened quietly. Just after listening to two sentences, I turned my head and ran back to the room, holding out a small stack of yellow paper, burying my head in my knees and folding something up, and said, "I ... I will, I will come."
The old woman turned her head to look at him, her eyes and eyes mixed with distress in the light of the fire.
Liu Chong was a bit clumsy to do other things, and it was a lot more proficient to fold ingots, so there was no less help to fold. He folded one, held it in his palm, raised his head and smiled at the old lady, with a look of stupidity who wanted to be praised.
The old woman also smiled at him and said, "I am better off with the ingots I fold."
"Hmm--" Liu Chong handed Yuan Bao to the old lady, motioning her to throw it into the residual fire.
The old woman waved her hand: "No, it's the same next time I burn it. I didn't write a name, it's not easy to burn, I don't know who it is, and your grandfather didn't know how to accept it."
Liu Chong nodded thoughtfully, then lowered his head seriously and really folded the new one.
The old lady knocked her cane on the ground aside, knocked out a bit of Mars, and fiddled with the paper dust again, letting the underside burn through. As he fiddled with it, he muttered the words: "The ingot is delicious and fun, Jinshan Yinshan, and peace."
Liu Chong folded the ingot while muttering intermittently with the old lady: "It's delicious, fun, Jinshan ... Yinshan, peaceful."
The bag of paper ingots burned quickly, and the old lady knocked on her cane and pulled Liu Chong into the room. In the end, I didn't know what the fool bumped into. The two entered the house with their front feet, and a crisp sound came from their hind feet, listening to something like a porcelain broken.
"Don't panic, it's okay, ah, it's okay." The old lady's voice came from the room faintly, perhaps it was Liu Chong who had done something wrong and was frightened, so he comforted two words.
After a while, the old lady and Liu Chong came out of the room again.
The old man took a few pieces of broken porcelain in the front of the thick robe, and Liu Chong took one ...
Xue Xian squinted for a long time behind the door and found that it looked like a small bronze mirror.
What is the bronze mirror for?
He really wondered.
I saw that the old lady instructed Liu Chong to dig up the mud of the old tree near the wall, put the broken porcelain pieces into the mud pit, and put the copper mirror into it. When the bronze mirror was buried, the old woman muttered a few words again and again: "Put the mirror, change the bad sign to good sign, and make peace."
Xue Xian: "..."
After they buried the broken porcelain and bronze mirror, they walked into the house again.
Although Liu Chong was stupid, he knew a little about filial piety. After helping the old lady to enter the house, she stepped across the threshold.
Xue Xian turned his head and asked Xuan Merci softly: "This life gate is also weird. We need to play back some old feelings and old scenes before letting go out?"
Xuan Merci frowned, and immediately raised his hand to touch his lips to signal his snoring.
However, it was still a step too late. Seeing that Liu Chong, who was also stepping into the room with his hind feet, seemed to hear some movements, he looked out blankly again. Really dead, he happened to look straight at Liang Zhu, and looked at Xue Xian.
It is reasonable to say that such a small piece of paper may not be able to see the eyebrows when taken three inches away, let alone seven or eight steps away.
However, Liu Chong really saw him.
I don't know if it was Xue Xian's illusion. He found that Liu Chong's dumb eyes condensed in a flash, and the dark eyes stared at this place inexplicably, giving people a creepy feeling.
At that moment, the wind in the courtyard stopped and rose suddenly, but it completely reversed its direction, and the sudden change was indescribable. Liu Chongran stepped forward, and the house's procrastinating cadence sounded, thin and stiff, a little different from the old lady's previous cadence.
Xuan Merci no longer hid behind Liang Zhu, but instead walked behind the narrow door while Liu Chong stepped forward.
The sound of rustling footsteps did not stop, from far to near.
Xuan Mian glanced left and right, and decided to choose the corridor on the right. He crossed the patio obliquely, avoiding all the places facing the house, striding toward the narrow gate at the oblique angle.
"How suddenly it changed?" Xue Xian clutched his monk's clothes with both hands, couldn't help turning his head and glanced, and saw that the old and the young had already come out the narrow door, whether it was walking or It was an expression of action, all of which had a weird feeling of emptying and killing.
"Somehow, the door of life was replaced by a door of death." Xuan Mian stood by the narrow door, and returned to Xue Xian while pushing his hand to open the narrow door.
Xue Xian: "... so those eight doors are different from your original calculations?"
Hyun Mercy: "Yes."
"What kind of end would we end up by accident when we break through the dead door?" Xue Xian asked.
Xuan Mian calmly said: "All the terrible realms will be triggered together, and similar scenes will appear in each door. They will not be seen by those people. Once they see them, they will catch up immediately."
"..." Xue Xian thought of the old man and the young man who suddenly changed his face, and said, "When did you catch up?"
Hyun Mercy: "Endless."
Xue Xian: "..."
After all, Xuan Merci had crossed the threshold and entered the narrow door. This time it was a hall. I didn't know what was happening inside, so I gathered three or five little girls, who were sitting by the table. One of the girls said, "This old lady is not always good, and her face is getting worse, let alone that the medicine of Jiang family is not right ?!
Another round-faced girl answered: "I do n’t know, we do n’t understand this prescription, just take care of the old lady. It really scared me last night, and the old lady couldn't breathe in a single breath. Fortunately for me I dared to scratch her back. Are you two guarding tonight? Don't worry about it! "
She hadn't finished speaking yet, and hurriedly rushed to a girl, panting, "Hurry up! Hurry up! The old lady is afraid--"
Hidden in the shadows, after waiting for her to finish, she turned and walked out of the narrow door. Xue Xian couldn't help turning his head and glanced, then slap Xuan Mian slap: "I saw it! I saw it again! Hurry up!"
With his voice, the footsteps in the room suddenly changed, and they came towards the narrow door.
I opened two doors, and chased seven or eight things that I didn't know were people or ghosts. This fun was a bit big!
The bald donkey turned on its toes and stood at the third narrow door without any delay.
Xue Xian: "..." Ancestral ancestors, would you like to open again? !!