MTL - Copper Coins-Chapter 16 Silver Medical Bell (2)

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Xue Xian, who was so angry, was confused, and seemed to hear something shocked beneath the bald donkey's waist and bones. The sound of "Dang——" seemed to be far and near, and he was completely out of breath. . So this evil barrier went away for a long time ...

When he woke up again with his eyes open, Xu Xuyi poked his head out of the dark bag and found that he was no longer in Liu's house.

Xue Xian glanced around and found that this seemed to be a bedroom, the mattresses were neat, the lights were bright yellow, and there was a faint smell of woody leaves floating in the room, and the medicine smell was almost invisible. Xuan Mian was standing in front of a carved round wooden table. On the table stood the unconscious paper skin Jiang Shining, a stone grinding disc dug out from Master Liu's house, a thin cloth bag, and a copper basin filled with water. And a set of bean celadon tea set, three words carved on the pot handle-Guiyunju.

At a glance, this is the upper room of a certain inn.

Guiyunju ...

Xue Xian mingled in the market for a few days. He has seen the scholar's favorite building, the Guangyuan building, and the commonly seen Yuelai and Fushun. Most of the names are very auspicious. This is an inn that sounds like "I wish you to go back to heaven", and maybe someone with a pecked brain will come to live.

Obviously, bald donkeys are this kind of pecked by chickens.

Xue Xian saw Xuan Mian washing her hands carefully in the copper basin. I have to say that the fingers of this bald donkey are really good-looking, thin and white, with straight tendons showing between the bends. This bald donkey seemed to be born anxious by nature, and it was not indifferent to do anything. Even washing one's hands could wash out a sense of calmness and solemnity like reading the scriptures.

In this regard, Xue Xian also served, "You wash your hands like a funeral."

Xuan Mian glanced down at him and said, "It is indeed a funeral."

Xue Xian: "Who is it for?"

Xuan Merci said lightly: "Xu's."

Xue Xian: "Xu's?"

A faint sigh came from the stone mill pan: "Master Lao."

Not who is Mrs. Liu.

Xue Xian raised his face expressionlessly: "I—heh, how long have you slept? You even asked the old lady's last name?"

He wanted to say, "How long has he been fainted?" However, when he was angry, it was not glorious to carry his breath. For the face of the dragon, he temporarily changed his mouth to "sleep".

Xuan Mian shook the water on his hand, took the white cloth towel on the side and carefully wiped it, and replied, "It has been fainting for five hours, and it is night."

Xue Xian: "..." Why the coffin boards that have to be pierced are not thrown into the moat?

He was so angry that he shut up briefly and didn't want to talk to this bald donkey anymore. It was such a thing that he couldn't chat!

Xuan Mian didn't care about him either, 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.

On the side of the copper basin was a small plate of tuned ink. Xuan Mian rolled out a piece of yellow paper, dipped the ink with a pen, and wrote a few words on the paper—

Liu Men Xu

Bing Yinnian

Xuan Mian took another incense from the cloth bag, folded the yellow paper with Mrs. Liu's last name three times, lit it on a candlelight, and laid it on a stone mill. A thin piece of yellow paper burned surprisingly slowly, and the surface of the stone grinding disc quickly turned black, as if coated with a layer of paper ash.

He slowly twisted the incense in his hand, letting it burn through one end of the yellow paper.

"Are you overdoing it?" Xue Xian paused for a while, but still didn't hold it out.

He had only seen the ordinary super-dharma method, commonly known as playing Buddha VII-a group of bald donkeys invited to sit in a circle, and the room was illuminated by the brain. They alternated into two groups, reading the sutras to the coffin board day and night, and read them for seven days and nights. Xue Xian followed the wrong person and accidentally entered someone who was doing white things. Helplessly, listening to the group of bald donkeys buzzing around his ear for seven days, reading him one by two. Large, anxious to hang directly on the coffin board.

Since then, when he met the monk, he felt a headache.

He was afraid that Xuan Merci would be so buzzing for seven days and seven nights. If so, he might as well jump a building now, a hundred.

Xuan Mian twisted the incense in his hand, and a ray of green smoke swirled around the stone mill disc, exuding a scent of sandalwood: "Jingshou, book signatures, burning incense, and chanting can send the dead to life."

He really wanted to read the scriptures!

Xue Xian turned his head outside the dark bag without saying a word.

Xuan Mian glanced at him: "What are you going to do?"

Xue Xian: "No longer, jump off the building."

Hyun Mercy: "..."

Xue Xian naturally couldn't jump into a building. At most, he fell down from Xuan Mian's waist and landed on this carved round table. As soon as he turned around on the table, he was about to go down, he was pinched by Xuan Merci, and he returned to the table.

This bald donkey is a poor and elegant man, not a bit like a serious monk. This can be seen by looking at some of his usual actions and living in this good guest room.

At this time he didn't know what disease he was committing, and he didn't like the traces of Xue Xian's folds. He politely wiped Xue Xian with his fingertips, and then picked up the small weight of paperweight paper, pressing Xue Xian down.

Paperweight is about half as big as a slap, and it is a thin, thin square strip. Xue Xian has a head on it, two thin legs on the bottom, and only two claws on the left and right sides.

Xue Xian struggled twice, except for the two claws tipped, the rest remained motionless.

Xue Xian: "..." Your uncle!

Xuan Mian no longer cares about him and concentrates on burning incense.

When the incense burned to the end, Xuan Merci whispered a verse and then did not speak again. This was about what he called the "chanting", which was very different from Xue Xian's imagination.

The yellow paper and incense eventually burned out almost at the same time. When the last bit of scarlet Martian suddenly went out, Xuan Mian knocked the stone grinding disc that tied Mrs. Liu for more than three years with her fingers.

I heard three clicks of "clicks", and the stone disc that originally seemed so thick and indestructible cracked into several petals.

At the same time, Mrs. Liu's faint voice sounded again: "The old man is relieved, this is the way to go, thank you."

When the words fell, Xue Xian opened his eyes and saw a ghost image passing by the stone mill disc, and even the incense and paper dust on the surface of the stone mill disc disappeared completely.

However, at the moment when the stone mill disc cracked and Mrs. Liu disappeared, the room suddenly sounded two murmurs, tinkling, as if a bell tied to a carriage or something passed through The long streets came, fine and distant.

Then, something rolled down from the center of the cracked stone disc on the table.

The jingle-when the cymbal-twice in a row.

Xue Xian felt that something was rolling along the table, before he could raise his head, he grunted and rolled over his back: "What the **** is this? A thing with no eyes, it broke it!" "

As soon as Xuan Mian reached out, the tumbling thing happened to roll over the edge of the table and land on his palm.

He looked at his fingertips and said lightly, "A gold bead the size of a sheep's eye."

Xue Xian Yiyi: "The size of a sheep's eye? Golden beads?"

really! He just said, the gold beads formed by the real dragon body, which can be refined by any warlock! This warlock simply and rudely wrapped the golden master into the stone mill.

However, he was so excited that he heard Xuan Merci say, "Well. Since he doesn't have long eyes, then it's broken."

"No! Wait!" Xue Xian would be going to heaven if it wasn't pressed, "I'll break you if you dare to break it!"

Xuan Mian said lightly, "Long eyes again?"

Xue Xian snorted and said, "Long eyes."

Hyun Mercy: "Isn't it broken?"

Xue Xian: "It's not broken, who dares to break my things!"

"Your thing?" Xuan Mian calmly said, "How to prove?"

Xue Xian took the opportunity to coax: "Yes, you move the paperweight, I'll show you."

Hyun Mercy glanced at him and spit out four words: "Oral."

"..."

Xue Xian tried to spit out his intestines on his face.

However, this golden bead is really important, pinched in the hands of this bald donkey, which made him feel somewhat restrained and had to be barely honest.

There was no ups and downs in his tone, and he numbly said, "You put the gold bead in front of the candlelight, and you can see-"

I saw a dragon lingering inside, but the dragon's claws were stuck in the long body, for fear of not being clear.

However, Xue Xian didn't say so. He bit his tongue and said, "You can see some curved patterns inside. Have you ever seen other gold beads transparent?"

Xuan Merci heard the words and brought the gold beads close to the candlelight.

Sure enough, the beads that looked like ordinary gold became a little transparent, and there was a faint thin line in it.

Hyun Mercy said: "Snake."

Xue Xian: "..." Snake you!

He endured it again and again, and Tie Qing hummed with his face: "Have you written this letter, can you remove this rotten paperweight? Give me back my beads!"

Xuan Mercy was not unreasonable. When he saw that the evil barrier was justified, he raised his hand and took away the paperweight.

Xue Xianzhu sat up, leaning on the table and shaking his head to adapt to the dizziness of "Stone Mountain Press". He shook his paper head, and then stretched out two hands at Xuan Mian, with a rather rude tone: "What about my beads? Give me!"

Xuan Mian pointed her finger toward the center of the table and said, "You first--"

"Less nonsense, give it to me." Xue Xian interrupted him impatiently.

Xuan Mian closed his voice and looked at him silently for a moment, then put the big gold sheep on the two paper claws.

咣 Dang!

The amount of gold beads is not light, how can the paper skin hold it.

Xue Xian only felt that his claws slammed suddenly, and his eyes were black, and he was knocked off the table by the unlucky beads and hit the ground directly.

"..."

This day can hardly go by.

When Xuan Mian picked up this evil barrier from the ground, his two claws were still chopping on Jin Zhu and not letting go, like a stubborn miser.

"I just want you to move to the center." Xuan Mian put him back to the center of the table and looked down at him. "Are you interrupted randomly?"

Xue Xianxin said, "Yeah! Can you manage it!" However, he fell horribly, for fear that the bald donkey was unhappy and confiscated his baby beads, so he hummed unwillingly: Alright, let me finish you next time. "

He rolled on the table with two rounds of golden beads, and until he banged something with a "ding—", he remembered that more than one thing had just fallen out of the stone mill disk.

Xue Xian lay on the golden beads, and looked intently, and saw that he was hit by a silver-sized silver disk with a thin slit around the waist, and it would make a crackling sound when he touched it.

"What's this?" Xue Xian asked, grunting aside.

Looking further away, it is still an unseen thing.

"This is the medical bell." Jiang Shining's voice sounded coldly.

Xue Xian, who stuck himself tightly to the golden beads, looked like a tumbler. As the golden beads rolled to the edge of Shizhen paper, they ran into it and stopped: "Are you awake?"

"I've been awake, but I couldn't speak before," Jiang Shining said. "Now, it's about midnight, and suddenly I can speak again."

His voice sounded very gentle. Compared with the previous one, he had a little more inarticulate vitality, and was no longer dead-hearted, as if ... he had suddenly finished a certain mind, a little relaxed.

As soon as the words fell, he fell from the table to the chair, and dropped from the chair again, and changed back to that scholar.

He reached for the medical bell, rubbing it with his fingers, and said, "This is my medical bell."

Xue Xian Yiyi: "Your family?"

"Um." Jiang Shining nodded, and Xue Xue looked at the side of the medical bell, and saw that there was a name on it-Jiang Yong.

"This is my great ancestor." He explained: "The great ancestor was a bell doctor who went to the streets to see people. At that time, in order to remind people, the bell doctor would hang a silver doctor bell on the medicine box. Where did he go? Where will it ring, when the sick and sick people hear it, they will come to seek medical advice. This medical bell was used by my great ancestor. Today there are fewer bell doctors walking around the street, most of them have doors. There is a face medicine hall medicine hall. I have been practicing medicine for generations in the Jiang family. In order not to forget my heart, this medicine bell passed from the great ancestor to my father and mother. "

"Your father and mother?" Xuan Mian frowned, stretched out her hand and gave Jiang Shining a glance at the medical bell, and then touched it with her fingers for a while, and said, "Do you still have blood relatives?"

"Yes, my sister married Anqing far away and avoided the disaster." Jiang Shining replied.

"Your father and mother are trapped in this medical bell, unlike the Xu family who is subject to the stone mill disk. For the time being, you can't exceed it. You must get three drops of labor blood from your blood relatives."

"Laogong blood?" Jiang Shining was born to a medical doctor, but he immediately understood Xuan Merci's words, "Is it the new blood in Laogong's acupoint?"

Xuan Mian nodded.

He handed the medical bell back to Jiang Shining and glanced at the cloth bag beside him.

Xue Xian followed his gaze and happened to see another long incense in the bag.

He pointed at him and asked, "Bald donkey, you use the incense for the old lady Liu, and what is the other one?"

Hyun Mercy bluntly said: "Exceed this scholar."

Before Jiang Shining had time to respond, Xue Xian had raised his head: "What ?! You--"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Xuan Mian suddenly holding up the table, her brows locked, her eyes closed slightly, and she seemed suddenly unwell.

Xue Xian hesitated for a moment, and then looked at him: "Bald donkey?"

He tentatively yelled twice and found that Xuan Merci didn't open his mouth to answer him, but simply sat on the chair, squinting his eyes, as if sitting quietly. The small mole on his neck suddenly twisted outwards with a few fine red marks. At first glance, it looked like a little spider lying on his stomach.

However, Xue Xian didn't pay attention to such details. He stared at Xuan Merci for a while, and after confirming that he could not die or wake up, he quietly waved to Jiang Shining.

After about a tea time, from the path leading from Guiyunju to the outskirts of Ningyang County, a sick student who looked weak and weak was hurried on his way. There was a Paperman on his shoulder, and the Paperman was holding a gold bead like a fan.

It was Jiang Shining and Xue Xian.