Black, like it was covered in a layer of paper ash.
He slowly twisted the incense in his hand, allowing one end to be burned through by the fire ignited by the yellow paper.
"Are you trying to escape?" Xue Xian held back for a while, but he didn't hold back and made a sound.
He had only seen that kind of ordinary transcendental method, commonly known as Dafo Qi—a group of bald donkeys who were invited to sit in a circle, and the foreheads reflected the light in the room. They took turns in two groups, reciting the rebirth scriptures on the coffin board day and night, for seven days and seven nights. Xue Xian once followed the wrong person and accidentally entered someone who was doing white affairs. In desperation, he listened to the group of bald donkeys buzzing non-stop in his ears for seven days. Big, can't wait to hang directly on the coffin board.
From then on, when he saw the monk, he felt a pain in his head.
He was afraid that Xuanmin would be buzzing like this for seven days and seven nights. If that was the case, he might as well just jump off the building now and get over it.
Xuan Min twirled the incense in his hand, and a wisp of blue smoke curled around the stone grinding plate, exuding a faint sandalwood fragrance: "Clean hands, book posts, burn incense, and recite sutras, you can send the deceased to life."
He really wants to meditate!
Without saying a word, Xue Xian turned to the outside of the secret bag.
Xuan Min glanced at him: "What are you going to do?"
Xue Xian: "I'm dead, jump off the building."
Xuan Min: "..."
Naturally, Xue Xian couldn't jump into the building. At most, he fell off Xuan Min's waist and landed on the carved round table. He had just turned around on the table, and was about to roll down the ground when he was pinched by Xuan Min and carried back to the table.
This bald donkey is a poor and exquisite, and he doesn't look like a serious monk at all, which can be known from some of his usual behavior and the good guest room he lives in.
At this time, he didn't know what kind of disease he had committed, and he didn't like the few marks that were folded and folded on Xue Xian's body. He unceremoniously smoothed Xue Xian with the pulp of his fingers, then picked up the heavy stone paperweight and pressed Xue Xian under his head.
The paperweight was more than half the size of a palm, and it was a narrow and thin square. Xue Xian had a head on top and two thin legs on the bottom, and only two claws were barely exposed on the left and right sides.
Xue Xian struggled twice, except for the tip of his two claws, the rest of the body remained motionless.
Xue Xian: "..." Your uncle!
Xuan Min left him alone, and concentrated on lighting the incense.
When the incense burnt to the end, Xuan Min recited a scripture in a low voice, and then stopped speaking. This was probably what he called "chanting scriptures", which was very different from what Xue Xian imagined.
The yellow paper and the incense finally burned out almost at the same time, and when the last bit of scarlet sparks suddenly went out, Xuan Min tapped the stone grinding plate that had bound Mrs. Liu for more than three years with his fingers.
Hearing a series of "clicks" sound, the stone grinding plate that looked so thick and indestructible actually shattered into several pieces.
At the same time, Mrs. Liu's faint voice sounded again: "Old body is relieved, I'm on my way, thank you."
When the words fell, Xue Xian saw a phantom flashing across the stone grinding plate, and the incense ash and paper ash on the surface of the stone grinding plate disappeared completely.
However, at the moment when the stone grinding disc cracked and Mrs. Liu disappeared, two faint soft sounds suddenly sounded in the room. The long streets and alleys came, broken and distant.
Then, something tumbled onto the table from the center of the cracked stone grinder.
Ding bell - ding bang - two in a row.
Xue Xian felt something rolling down the table, and before he could raise his head, Gululu rolled over the back of his head: "What is this?! Something without eyes, shatter it! "
Xuan Min stretched out his hand, and the round thing happened to roll over the edge of the table and landed in his palm.
He glanced at his fingertips and said lightly, "A golden bead the size of a sheep's eye."
Xue Xian was taken aback: "The size of a sheep's eye? Jinzhu?"
really! He just said, the golden beads transformed from the body of a real dragon can be refined by any warlock! This warlock simply and rudely wrapped the gold master into the stone grinding plate.
However, he was really excited, and suddenly heard Xuan Min say: "Well. Since it doesn't have long eyes, it will be broken."
"No! Wait!" If it wasn't for a paperweight, Xue Xian would have gone to heaven. "If you dare to break it, I will break you!"
Xuan Min said lightly, "Have your eyes grown again?"
Xue Xian sternly said, "I have long eyes."
Xuan Min: "Not broken?"
Xue Xian: "It won't be broken, who would dare to break my things!"
"Your stuff?" Xuan Min said calmly, "How to prove it?"
Xue Xian took the opportunity to coax: "Okay, remove the paperweight, and I will prove it to you."
Xuan Min glance