MTL - Copper Coins-Chapter 74 Finger Moles (1)

In the southwest corner outside the city wall of Qingping County, bypassing the Panyu Mountain and heading all the way, there is an ancient river that leads directly to the big river, the famous wild ducks.

This river in Qingping area has been rumored since ancient times. There are always river gods in the river. It can bless the farmland with good weather and delicious fish and shrimp. It is also said that people who did not know the doorway wanted to fill the river and build houses, but what would be repaired.

Over time, people spread more and more gods, and people built a river temple near the river, offering sacrifices to people near and far for peace of mind.

But this duck mall is a wild place after all. The river temple is occasionally visited during the day, but at night it is uninhabited and the black lights are blind. It is a haunted place.

On that night, the temple of the river uncharacteristically lit a candle in the middle of the night, two bean oil fires swayed slightly at the feet of the statue of the river god, and the room was yellow. There were two people sitting on the cushions in the temple, one was a short, middle-aged man, and the other was a thin and thin young man.

A young monk in Yunxue's white robe was standing by the fire candle, and by the light of the fire candle, a piece of yellow paper was flattened on the incense case. He held his sleeve, his pen tip dipped in ink, and wrote a few words on the yellow paper:

Jiang Shining

Bing Yinnian

On an old tree near the temple door, a man in black was sitting on a twisted thick branch, leaning against a trunk, bending one leg, and the other hanging down leisurely, looking a little lazy. His plain face was slightly warmed by the lights in the temple, and the contours of Junyi's eyebrows were softened, showing a gentle appearance.

Not others, it is Xue Xian.

This night's Fangfu rarely took a night off, and the young and old continued to dip a little bit of wine and fell asleep with a little bit of sorrow. And Xue Xian them, they went out after the rest.

"Don't you be afraid that your sister will count you in the future when she burns back the paper?" Xue Xian put his elbow on his knee, and the other hand held the leaves hanging by his hands.

Jiang Shining stood under the tree, looked up at him, and shook his head, "My sister is soft-hearted and can't bear it."

"You don't want to say goodbye." Xue Xian poked two leaves owingly, folding in his hands.

"If you don't go at night, you won't be able to go during the day. She cries at me and I'm okay." Jiang Shining smiled. "Longer pain is better than short pain. I always have to go. I left her a letter. "

Xue Xian nodded, "Let's go, it's your sister, not mine."

He tilted his head, stared at the thin nerd under the tree, looked up and down, and then said, "Do you really want it? There is no way back."

"Um." Jiang Shining nodded. "My father and mother are on the road, my sister is doing well, and I have no regrets. It's time to go. How can there be good souls and ghosts who are not born in the sun."

It's true, too long, it's hard to get into reincarnation, which is not a good thing.

"There is a feast all over the world." Jiang Shining glanced down at his hands and feet, then turned his head and carefully scanned people walking along the temple, and finally looked up at Xue Xian.

Three years in the ruins of the Jiangjia Medical Church, like a flash of light, he blinked, and now he can't even remember it. I only remember clearly that when I suddenly raised my eyes in the high grass in the corner of the house, I saw this young man in a black robe, his face was almost sickly, but his eyebrows were exaggerated.

Since then, he has a paper body, found his father and his mother, and even traveled such a long way. After crossing the long river, he wrote a full letter and said goodbye to his sister ...

"Suddenly remembered—" Jiang Shining rushed to Xue Xian, "I never seem to thank you seriously."

Xue Xianzhang laughed: "Thank you?

I have to thank you so much, I can tell you in two or three sentences. Jiang Shining smiled.

Xuan Mian looked over from the river temple, nodded toward Chong Jiang Ning, and then lit the yellow paper folded in his hand. A long joss sticks quietly in the yellow paper's burning tongue.

The yellow paper slowly burned to ashes, and Changxiang fell down one by one.

Jiang Shining's figure is getting weaker and weaker ...

He made a deep rush in the direction of Xuan Mercy in the thin paper cigarette, turned around again, and arched at Xue Xian.

"Suddenly you are so sour that you want to make a couple of flatteries temporarily, so that I will remember to burn you a piece of paper money in the future?" Xue Xian looked at his increasingly blurry outline, squinting a little bit surprised.

Jiang Shining: "I do n’t need paper money, and I ca n’t even burn it." Just by the incense of the river temple, I wish you all the best in life.

After all, this difference is really no longer in sight.

The last incense ash of Changxiang was scattered, and Jiang Shining's figure was no longer seen.

Xue Xian stared at the place where he disappeared for a moment, turned over and jumped down from the tree, and the black robe rolled and gathered in the night, as he walked silently across the grass.

He stood at the door of the temple without stepping into the door. He looked at the compassion of the candle wick while standing on the side of the incense case, his heart was about to move, a regret of unknown origin came out.

Xuan Mian glanced at him in the candlelight, and then looked back.

He looked down and calmly folded a few runes of paper with incense and incense on the incense case, swept his long sleeves, and then the cluster of flames on the candlestick fell into the folded rune paper. Like a simple river light.

With his hand holding a river lamp made of rune papers, Xuan Mian strode toward Xue Xian with a big stride.

The ground in the Temple of the River is slightly higher than the outside. Xuan Merci stopped at the threshold and passed the river lantern in his hand to Xue Xian. His quiet eyes fell into Xue Xian's eyes, and he took it back like a dragonfly. "This river is called Ping'an."

Can live soul, can send wild ghosts.

Xue Xian picked up the river lantern and squinted at Xuan Mian, but saw that he suddenly raised his hand and hit Xue Xian's face.

Xue Xianguang's eyes moved when the warm finger touched him.

It was just that the temperature was gone again.

"Dead leaf," Xuan Mian said softly, and twisted the thin, dead leaf that had been taken from Xue Xianyu's side into ashes, scattered in the dirt in front of the door.

Xue Xian closed his eyes, and said "um", and strode to the river by holding the river lamp, and placed the river lamp bearing the super ash on the surface of the ancient river. That star light ran quietly along the river, as if sending an old person to the other side of Huangquan.

Suddenly he wondered what the regrets of unknown origin were--

Looking at the moment when Jiang Shining disappeared, he had a rare feeling of emotion, and felt that something was missing. It was clear that Jiang Shining was not a noisy person, but still made him feel that the surrounding area was suddenly quiet.

There are feasts all over the world, not to mention his life is almost endless, he always has to watch others grow old and then they will be indefinite, including mysterious ...

Xue Xian frowned, only to think that such an idea made him particularly unpleasant, and it was not only about regrets.

At the same time, at the top of a low mountain on the south side of this river temple, a row of people and horses are sitting quietly in the night to adjust their breath. Taking advantage of the moonlight on the top of the mountain, you can see that their white shirts are damaged everywhere, describing the wolf as if they have just emerged from some difficulties.

This line of people is the Taichang Temple crowd at the foot of Fanpan Mountain, which was caged by Xue Xian with Yun Lei.

At the top of the mountain, they recovered by moonlight and aura in the mountain, but they did not even light a lantern, they seemed to intentionally hide their tracks.

"Are you sure they are there?" Too rare to take off the mask, while combing his hair, he lifted his chin at a touch of light in the mountains and mountains in the distance.

"I'm sure." Tai Bu nodded.

From them, one star of the river temple can be seen dimly, but there is no one there. All information is counted by Taibu.

Although it was put on the night before, the divination is still accurate and there are few mistakes, so she is so relieved that she is so sure.

"Just--" I wish I had my hair bundled up, put my hands on the edge of the mask, and suddenly said, "In fact, I have some doubts ..."

Taibu hesitated and looked at him: "What?"

"I was too nervous and anxious to ignore it a little bit. When we bumped into the head teacher and came forward under the dustpan mountain, we received a letter from the head teacher." Taizhu frowned, "You Did you see the teacher sending a letter? "

They have seen two returning teachers communicate with others. It is said that the moment the teacher burned the stationery cleanly, the letter was almost the same as before, so there was no need to worry about delaying time.

But at that time I wished that I didn't even dare to lift my head, let alone see the teacher burned.

"Maybe it happened to burn before turning around the corner of that mountain road, and we only received it after turning around." Taibu speculated, and resolutely said: "But don't doubt, it is indeed a state teacher. No doubt, I specially glanced at his fingers. "

I wish I was too surprised: "Finger?"

Although the people in Taichang Temple have more chances to see the master than ordinary people, even if they have been raised and raised in Taichang Temple since they were children, they rarely have the opportunity to get close to the master because the master does not Like to be close by.

Therefore, very few of them can detect the characteristics of the fine details of the National Teacher, such as whether there are moles or scars.

But Tai Bu knows one thing ...

It was the first time she had seen a state teacher. She was only seven years old, born with yellow skin and thin skin, like a heavy bean seedling. At that time, her family was poor, her father died prematurely, and her mother was seriously ill again.

She knelt by the bedside of the broken house at home, crying in the midst of the bitter wind and rain, and a monk knocked at the door.

At that time, she saw the teacher for the first time, and her monk's clothes were as white as clouds and snow. She was so tall that from her perspective, she could only see his thin jaw.

He bent down and stretched out a hand at her, that hand was also very good-looking, well-balanced, so clean it never seemed to touch a star. Although he wore a silver mask, she felt that he must look better than anyone she had seen in her lifetime.

She almost forgot to cry, and looked up at the monk, "Who are you?"

The monk's voice was so calm that when she heard it, she felt relieved: "The poor monk has the same light as the lamp, and will pick you up for Taichang Temple."

She stared at the thin, slender hand in front of her, and nodded without understanding what the other person said.

Since then, she has taken another path.

Although in the following ten years, after seeing too many things, the impression of the Chinese teacher in her heart was far from the glimpse of the shock when she met at the beginning of the year. When facing the Chinese teacher, she was far more awed and cautious than before. Admiration, but she always clearly remembers every detail when she met the teacher at the age of seven, and can remember it for a lifetime.

I wish to see her preoccupied, and asked in confusion: "What happened to the finger of the teacher?"

"Another small mole on the side of the knuckle finger's ring finger." Taibu returned to Shinto. "I saw it the first time I saw it and kept remembering it. I looked down that day in the dustpan mountain. It has been confirmed that he will never be mistaken. He is a state teacher. "

Who knows what she said, but I wished that instead of eliminating doubts, she sighed and frowned, "No, I remember going to Tianjiyuan once a few years ago. Do you remember?" At that time, the master was playing chess in the kiosk. When I was standing next to it, I forgot what it was. Anyway, I carefully looked at the master ’s hand, oh yes, because you said to me like palms and bones in those days , I took a peek at the finger bones of the Master, and I'm sure he didn't have a mole on his hand. "