quiet.
At this point, he used the time for today, until it was dark, he couldn't move or speak, at most he could be a bystander.
Xue Xian: "..."
The monk follows the ghost, what can he do
A monk with a string of copper coins hanging around his waist follows a ghost, what else can he do
Such an important matter, you nerd, why didn't you say that you should keep it for the New Year? !
With Xue Xian's violent temper, he could send Jiang Shining and the whole yard to the sky when he used to be convenient. Now, he can only look through the window hole with a blank face, and see the courtyard door "creak" and being pushed open from the outside.
These days, there are sticks everywhere, Xue Xian is not uncommon, and he knows that some of them really know how to work like a three-legged cat. Whether they can do it or not depends on experience. So the older it is, the harder it is to fool.
Therefore, when the monk outside the door stepped in, Xue Xian first breathed a sigh of relief - the visitor was unexpectedly young. And when he swept away the copper coins hanging by the monk with his extraordinary eyesight, he was completely relieved.
The more real people have, the more evil spirits the copper coins have in their hands. From a distance, they are very different from ordinary copper coins. A layer of pure light floated on the copper surface, and it was evenly covered like an oily skin. Although some people can imitate this layer of yellow and bright skin by some methods that are not on the table, but at most, it can block the eyes of ordinary people, and it will not work for Xue Xian.
The young monk in front of the door is very good, he doesn't even know how to imitate, and the string of copper coins around his waist is not to mention the bright yellow oily skin, even the copper skin is almost worn out. I don't know where it came from, maybe I haven't used it seriously once.
Just like this, you still want to go down the mountain for a meal? On what? By face
Xue Xian snorted to himself, put the food box down in peace, and folded the road barrier, turning it into a wooden stake with burn marks.
He silently leaned towards the back of the chair, and his tall and thin figure collapsed instantly. In the blink of an eye, he also turned into a thin sheet of paper, but the edges were much smoother than Jiang Shining's, and the painting was also smoother. It is much finer than him, and there are no more red and pink eggs on his face.
Jiang Shining, whose body was lying on the ground, couldn't move: "..."
From this, it can be seen that someone is probably a turtle, a pure-bred son of a bitch.
The thin sheet of paper occupied by Xue Xian slid gently down the chair, and lay beside Jiang Shining's sheet of paper. In the blink of an eye, the two sheets of paper on the ground collapsed again, turning into a piece of dark cyan moss lying on the mud surface, which was completely integrated with the dilapidated house, and no flaws could be seen.
If it had been put in half a year ago, Xue Xiangen would not have done such troublesome things. Which daring person is full of food and will plunder his nest, and he can blow a new grave on the spot. However, now he has to put down his body and put up a blindfold layer by layer—
He is a person who has just recovered from a complete paralysis to a semi-paralysis, and it is extremely difficult to even move a place for himself. The skills that this paper-clad body can withstand is also very limited. It is not bad to dig a grave for himself.
Fortunately, the monk who came to the door this time is an embroidered pillow, and only the face can be sold for money.
He guessed that the monk would come in and circle around, and if he couldn't find anyone inside or out, he should go home.
The young monk in the white linen robe stopped in the courtyard and glanced around coldly.
The Jiang Family Medical Center originally had three main rooms, three wing rooms, and a courtyard with a very large front. It's quite a small house. It was burned by the fire and it was deserted for three years. Now you can see the whole thing with just a few glances...
The monk withdrew his gaze, lifted his foot to bypass the gravel and rubble on the ground, and walked straight to the only remaining wing in the west half.
As soon as he stepped into the door of the wing, the fingers hidden under his sleeves flexed imperceptibly. He subconsciously rubbed the copper coin face on his waist with the pulp of his thumb, then frowned slightly and released his hand.
Jiang Shining, who turned into moss and stuck to the ground, stared at the monk's boots, for fear that he would come in and walk in a circle and step over him. On the other hand, Xue Xian was very relaxed, and he didn't take this monk into his eyes at all.
Sure enough, the wing room is such a piece of snail house Jing Fei, you can scan through it at a glance. The monk didn't even come in, he just stayed at the door for a while, then turned and left.
Xue Xian sneered again in his heart.
But it didn't take a moment for him to laugh anymore... Because the monk is back!
When he came back, there was an extra piece of white linen in his hand. Judging from the material and size, he should have torn it from the hem of his monk robe. He just put a piece of clean white linen across, carrying a piece of copper that he had dug out from the yard,