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"What are you humming?! Louder!" When Xue Xian encountered this kind of ambiguity at the critical moment, he could not wait to lift him to the South China Sea.
"The warlock said that the golden bead was full of spiritual energy, and it was refined into a stone mill for me..." Master Liu almost retracted his head into his collar.
Xue Xian: "..." You fucking made the body of a real dragon into a stone mill? Why the fuck don't you put yourself in? !
He was so angry that he slapped his paw directly.
Seeing that he didn't move any more, Xuan Min raised his foot again.
"You can't go, you can't go, save me, save me..." Master Liu grabbed the corner of Xuan Min's clothes violently, not letting go.
Xuan Min looked down at him for a moment, then squatted down suddenly. He whispered something that Master Liu couldn't understand, like a simple scripture.
Said that he hit Master Liu's forehead with the back of his hand, Master Liu only felt a shock in his head, as if ten thousand bells were ringing in unison.
He was suddenly overjoyed and murmured, "Understood, have you unraveled the imprint?"
Xuan Min looked at him and said calmly: "Just make sure that the debt will be paid."
When Master Liu heard this, he instantly froze.
Xuan Min easily tore off the hem of the monk's robe that Master Liu grabbed, got up and walked away.
Master Liu turned back and shouted, "Buddhas, Buddhists have always been merciful—"
Xuan Min didn't look back, strode out, and said coldly: "Poor monk, never cultivate compassion."
Chapter 16 Silver Medical Bell (2)
Xue Xian, who was so angry that he was in a daze, seemed to hear something vibrate under the skin of the bald donkey again. The sound of "Dang-" seemed far and near, and the shock made him completely breathless. So this evil barrier has been smashed for a long time...
When he opened his eyes again and woke up, he slowly poked his head out of his hidden pocket and found that he was no longer in the Liu family's house.
Xue Xian glanced around and found that it seemed to be a bedroom with neat mattresses and bright yellow lights. There was a faint scent of wood leaves in the room, as well as an almost imperceptible smell of yào. Xuan Min was in front of a carved round wooden table, on which lay the unconscious paper Jiang Shining, the stone grinding plate dug up from Master Liu's house, a thin cloth bag, a copper basin filled with water, and a Set of bean celadon tea set, three characters are carved on the handle of the pot - Guiyunju.
At a glance, you can tell that this is the upper room of a certain inn.
Home in the Clouds…
Xue Xian spent a few days in the market. He had seen Zhuangyuan Building, which was a favorite destination for scholars, Guangyuan Building, which was a favorite destination for businessmen, and Yuelai and Fushun, which were commonly seen. Most of them had very auspicious names, such as Guiyunju. This kind of inn sounds like "I wish you go to heaven", probably only people whose brains have been pecked by chickens will come to live.
Obviously, the bald donkey was pecked by chickens like this.
Xue Xian saw Xuan Min washing his hands carefully in the copper basin. I have to say that this bald donkey's fingers are really good-looking, thin and white, and between the bends, straight muscles and bones will appear. This bald donkey seems to be in a hurry and does not know what to do in a hurry. Even washing his hands can wash off a sense of calm and solemnity like reading scriptures and chanting Buddha.
In response, Xue Xian also obeyed, "You wash your hands like you're going to be mourned."
Xuan Min glanced down at him and said, "It is indeed a funeral."
Xue Xian: "Who?"
Xuan Min said lightly, "Ms. Xu."
Xue Xian: "Ms. Xu?"
A faint sigh came from the stone grinding plate: "Master Lao is here."
If it's not Mrs. Liu, who is it
Xue Xian raised his face expressionlessly: "I-cough, how long have you slept? You even asked the old lady's surname?"
He wanted to say "How long have I been dizzy", but it was really disgraceful to turn away in anger. For the sake of the dragon's face, he temporarily changed his words to "sleep".
Xuan Min shook the water on his hands, picked up the white cloth towel and wiped it carefully, and replied, "I fainted for five hours, and it's already night."
Xue Xian: "..." Why wasn't someone throwing a coffin into the moat like this one that had to hurt people's feet
He was very angry, so he closed his mouth for a short time, and didn't want to talk to this bald donkey any more, he really didn't know how to chat!
Xuan Min ignored him, but put down the cloth towel, opened the thin cloth bag three or two times, and took out a small stack of yellow paper and a pen inside.
There was a small plate of prepared ink on the side of the copper basin, Xuan Min spread out a piece of yellow paper, dipped a pen in the ink, and wrote a few words on the paper—
Liumen Xu
July 23, Bingyin Year
Xuan Min took out another piece of incense from the cloth bag, folded the piece of yellow paper on which Mrs. Liu's surname was written, lit it on a candle, and placed it on the stone grinding plate. A thin piece of yellow paper was surprisingly slow to burn, and the surface of the stone grinding plate quickly appeared