To block the yin resentment from the mountain and tsunami for him.
However, as soon as he moved, he felt a sharp pain in his back. Everything just now consumed too much spiritual power, so that the filament that was maintained by the huge spiritual power was faintly about to be broken again.
He felt the sensation of his legs being pulled away for a moment, and stumbled uncontrollably.
And at this moment, the copper coins in the hands of the constant Xuanmian were getting brighter and brighter, and they trembled because of the ever-accelerating coiling. They seemed to be stupid and excited. The gray skin of the fourth copper coin suddenly began to peel off, and a faint oily yellow light came out from under the skin.
when-
Xuan Min closed his eyes and seemed to be unaware of everything around him. He recited the scriptures in a deep voice, every word like a hammer hitting his head.
In the overwhelming anger of Yin's resentment, in the struggle and screaming of Yin's corpse, the last bit of gray skin of the fourth copper coin finally fell to the ground, and the copper coin suddenly shook.
A "click" suddenly sounded in Xue Xian's mind, as if a certain lock had finally been pulled open.
He knew that it was the feeling that came from Xuan Min when the ban on copper coins was lifted. It's just that he couldn't resist this kind of sympathy. He just felt a sudden dizziness in his brain, and his eyes suddenly darkened, and then all kinds of complicated and blurred scenes rushed over like a tide...
His vision suddenly dipped in this dream-like scene, as if he was wrapped in a child's body. He lowered his eyes uncontrollably, his eyes just falling on the hem of the robe of the person in front of him.
The ground is heavy snow, almost covering his knees, a short table is on the ground in front of his knees, a book is spread on the desk, a pen is on the pen holder, and the ink on the tip of the pen is covered with a thin layer of ice. .
He heard a vague voice falling from the top of his head, "The natural Buddha bones are not for waste, so copy the scriptures here first, and I will lead you back at night."
And he didn't say a word, just raised his hand and took the pen, moistened it in the inkstone, and landed on the tissue paper...
Suddenly, it was getting dark, and the handwriting on the book could no longer be read clearly. Xue Xian heard a creaking sound in the snow in front of the desk, raised his eyes slightly, and saw the man in white coming again. He still didn't look at the man's face, and he seemed to be respectful and as if he didn't have any emotion, he set his eyes on the man's hand.
Seeing that man flipped his wrist, he shook out a copper heater from his sleeve and handed it over, and then said solemnly, "Is it cold?"
Xue Xian subconsciously wanted to sneer, thinking, would you come to see if it's cold for a day
However, the exit was: "Not cold."
The timbre is still vague, like it's close at hand and yet seems to be decades away. But Xue Xian could hear it, it was a child's voice, but it was cold and not like a child.
"Being a teacher doesn't hurt you, I just don't want you to wear a Buddha's bone, but live your life." The man sighed, and when he was talking, the copper stove was already in Xue Xian's arms, and he patted it like an elder. The back of his head, leading him to a small building not far away in the thick snow...
This is Xuan Min's memory.
Xue Xian barely remained awake in the blurry dream-like scene.
The violent dizziness stirred in his mind again without warning. He subconsciously closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him was chaotic again, sometimes in the cold palace, sometimes in the pavilion. Taili. Sometimes there was silence around me, and sometimes I could vaguely hear someone talking outside the hospital.
His eyes are sometimes high and sometimes low, it seems that the memories are not in order.
When his back was slightly warm, and a certain buzzing sound flashed past his ears, his involvement with Xuanmin stabilized again, and those vague scenes became a little clearer—
He saw that there was still a table in front of him, and a carrier pigeon shrank obediently on the table, as if resting, with a trace of inexplicable fear in the calm.
And he was holding a folded piece of paper in his hand, and the paper was full of words. At first glance, he only saw a few words on the red seal where the signature was signed. He only had time to see two of them, and his fingers moved uncontrollably, folded the tissue paper again, and pressed it on the ground. aside.
Those two words are "too often".
He picked up the pen on the pen stand, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few numbers on a piece of paper between the desks: Don't delay the trip to Mount Tai.
Then, he picked up the pen and wrote two words at the place where the money was signed—
Same lamp.
Xue Xian's mind was buzzing for a while, thinking that he had read it wrong, but before he could take a closer look, the scene suddenly changed in shock:
He was beside the railing of a high pavilion, and beside him was a palace lantern, emitting a vague light.
The confusion brought about by the word "same lamp" has not yet been