Copper Coins Chapter 60: Filament in the bone (5)

This dustpan mountain is as its name suggests. It is located behind a wild forest, close to a small village on the outskirts of Qingping County, and at the foot of the mountain on the sunny side is a large paddy field. middle.

But since it is called a dustpan, it is because there is a large depression on the side facing the sun. The depression is filled with mist all the year round, and it is extremely thick. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking down, you can't see the appearance of the depression. Occasionally, there are those who stumble and fall, or those who are curious and groping in by themselves, but they never come out again.

There are so many rumors about Dustpan Mountain nearby. Some people say that there are too many people dead in the depression, and it is a mass grave of white bones. There was an eerie movement like a baby crying, and I didn't know if it was a human or a ghost.

There are many theories, but none of them can be proven.

A decade or so ago, there were still people who wanted to die, but now I can't find such a lifeless person. So much so that the legends have faded away, and few people will talk about it on weekdays. The younger generation doesn't know much about other than that there is a dustpan and that there is no chaos there.

The group of Taichang Temple walked stoutly, avoiding the small villages and paddy fields on the sunny side, and went straight to Shanyin. Before walking far, I saw the fog and miasma of Dustpan Mountain.

Taizhu raised his hand again, stopped the people behind, turned his face and asked, "Girl, which way do these two roads go?"

The two roads in front of you, one bypasses the depression and leads to the side of the mountain, while the other is deeply hidden in the mist.

The mist was humid and cold, and there was a faint smell of wood or medicine. In short, whether it looks or smells, it is a poisonous appearance.

Taibu has confirmed many times along the way, but at this time he glanced at the turtle's back again, and finally pointed with a gloomy expression: "That's right, go here."

Tai Zhu sighed with a "hey", and turned his head to the people behind him and said, "Let's not talk about it, everyone will protect your face... and your eyes first."

All are *mortals after all, and no one is stupid enough to be too arrogant without knowing the truth.

The people of the first horse team took out a small bag from their arms when they heard the words. One person poured an antidote against toxicity and put it in his mouth, and then picked up a simple and simple sachet. , pressed in front of the nose under the mask.

Taibu took out a crescent moon bell from the side pocket on the horse's back. The silver edge was decorated with a small star anise bell.

She raised her hand and took out a stack of paper talismans, swiped one into the thick fog, rang the crescent moon bell three times, and then clamped the horse's belly. The horse under him walked steadily towards the thick fog and miasma amid the shrill bells.

Taibu started at the head, Taizhu followed closely, and the entire horse team changed from two columns to one, and gradually approached the fog and miasma in an orderly manner.

In the fog and miasma, there is a vast whiteness, and nothing can be seen, and even half of the horse under him is missing.

However, Taibu's face showed vigilance instead of panic. She frowned and kept a steady rhythm of five steps and one bell, and led the slender horse team into the depths of the mountain. Halfway through the line, there was a young man in the team behind. It was the first time I saw this kind of battle, and I was a little flustered in the thick fog.

Once a person panics, his breath will be chaotic. As soon as the boy's rash entered the miasma, he accidentally inhaled a few extra breaths, so that the miasma directly entered his nose and mouth.

He hadn't even walked three steps before he heard a muffled sound of "touch--", and the man slipped off his horse and fell to the ground, grabbing his neck and pulling a bellows, panting. The people behind him couldn't bear it. After adjusting his breath, he resisted the uneasiness. He raised his hand and pulled the convulsing teenager up, barely pulling him onto the horse's back.

"The pace should not be chaotic, and the breath should be steady--" Tai Zhu's voice came from the front, faintly like smoke, as if he was in another world.

However, even though he was instructed like this, seven or eight of them were still foggy during the journey, with convulsions all over their bodies, blood foaming from their mouths, and they soon lost their breath.

The crescent moon bell shook five times, indicating that Taibu had arrived.

The center of the mountain is about the center of the mountain, but unexpectedly, the center of the mountain is not as seen from the top of the mountain. The terrifying miasma is quite different. And in this thin mist, a small building made of bamboo stands alone. The small building has about three floors, and the shape is exquisite and unique.

Probably because it has been soaked in the mist for a long time, the surface of each green bamboo in the small building is very bright and clean. If there is no such poisonous mist, it is really a leisurely residence.

The leaders Taibu and Taizhu stared at the small building for a while, and then the people behind them also arrived one after another, surrounding the small building. If it weren't for the mask, the faces exposed would be uglier than the other—

Just looking for a place has already cost a few lives to go in, and it won't feel good to change anyone.

"Don't be careless, even the thinnest mist is poisonous."

Taibu reminded him, and he looked at Taizhu. The two of them neatly turned over and dismounted, skillfully pressed the paper amulet around the small building, and simply laid out a formation.

At the moment when the formation was formed, the mist around the small building dissipated suddenly, and was sucked by the thick ones outside.

The team from Taichang Temple put away their sachets and dismounted, and followed the two leaders to examine them carefully.

This time they are looking for a person, and who they are, they don't know who they are. They only glanced at the portrait. As for what that person does and why they are looking for him, they have nothing to do I know, only Taibu and Taizhu know.

"Are you sure it's here?" Tai Zhu glanced at the third-floor Xiaozhu Building and confirmed with Tai Bu again.

However, even Taibu himself felt that this place wanted Tibetans. It was easy to say, and difficult to say. If the miasma can keep people out, then this is an excellent hiding place, but if it can't be stopped, it is impossible to escape.

"Forget it, let's do a search first." Taizhu didn't ask any more questions, and arranged for the gangsters.

Soon, the two of them went up to the Bamboo Building with five scorpions, and went straight to each room with a clear goal.

The three-story bamboo building is really not that big, and the seven people searched it all in no time.

"How?" Tai Zhu hurried down from the top floor, holding the scroll in his hand, flipping through it in an attempt to find some clues, then shaking his head and throwing it on the wooden table beside him.

Taibu stood in the chic and simple living room on the bottom floor and said in his direction: "I got nothing."

Taizhu looked around with his arms folded, and finally said: "Girl, I don't doubt that you are accurate, but... will you miss some traces and clues, so that the results are affected?"

With the facts in front of him, Taibu wasn't annoyed when he was asked this, but he simply sat down at the table, put the grass knot and turtle shell on the table, and looked at it carefully.

"Would you like to... burn the shell again?" Tai Zhu hesitated.

Taibu shook his head: "No, you can't burn it twice a day, I'll take a look."

But she just watched it for a while, but she couldn't help but let out a "huh" again.

To wish: "What?"

"It's nothing, it's the same person I said earlier." Taibu said, "I happened to be in this town when I was counting, and I was taken into the shell."

"Is that the person you said it's impossible to be here again? Who exactly are you talking about?" Taizhu was confused.

Taibu raised his head and glanced at him, his jet-black eyes revealed through the holes in the mask, and his eyes seemed a little puzzled: "It must be just a person with a similar birthday or fate, it can't be the one I thought. After all..."

"Stop detouring, who? Just tell me." Tai Zhu was about to be suffocated to death by her.

Taibu shook out the thin paper with the red seal on it, pointed the word "Tong Deng" on it, and said to him: "National Teacher."

"Who?!" Taizhu couldn't help but wanted to dig his ears, but he touched the edge of the mask and put it down.

Taibu repeated: "National teacher."

"Impossible, impossible, how is it possible—" Taizhu shook his head quickly, "The national teacher is still at the top of Famen Temple, and we met before we set off. He is in seclusion, so how could he suddenly come here? Qingping County, it's not that you don't know the rules of his retreat, and if you come out in the middle, you will be a waste."

Taibu: "Of course I know, so I also said that maybe it's just a similar person, it can't be the deity. But..."

Taizhu waved his hand: "It's nothing, let's hurry up and think about serious things."

However, having said that, he actually felt a little inexplicable fear in his heart.

Just as Taibu focused on the pattern on the turtle's back again, there was a very slight movement in the distance from the misty miasma, like the light sound of something accidentally slapping on the bamboo leaves.

At the same time, the grass knot on the table moved inexplicably, as if it was swept by the wind and changed its position.

Taibu put away these things, and hurried down the bamboo building without saying a word, saying: "If there is really a change, get out of this col, and people will run away later!"

After about a cup of tea, another group of people stood at the intersection where the group of people from Taichang Temple had stopped before.

"Where should we go? Is this the one that looks like it's going to die, or the one that's clean and fog-free?" one of the middle-aged chubby men asked with a dejected expression.

This pedestrian is none other than Xue Xian.

Jiang Shijing's birthday will be two days later, and things are delayed. Xue Xian did not let Jiang Shining follow him, but left him in Fangfu to accompany his sister. The rest of Lu Twenty-seven, Shitou Zhang, and Xuan Min were all brought out by him.

Lu Twenty-seven is a humanoid guide turtle. Although it works sometimes, it is still useful to Xue Xian, who is blind. Shi Shizhang remembered the person who bound him at the beginning. If he found it, he would have to confirm it, so it was also useful. As for Xuanmin...

Whether it's useful or not, you have to take it with you anyway.

Where did this kind of psychology come from, Xue Xian couldn't tell. It's probably because the peers have become accustomed to it, and I don't feel bored for a day.

However, the reason for pulling Xuan Min out was some kind of inexplicable mind, but he really came out, and he regretted it a little bit. After all, what happened last night was still there, and Xuan Min's temper was a little strange during the day. , plus... what did Fang Cheng say?

Oh yes, the effect of ambergris cannot be eliminated in a day or two.

Hehe.

When Xue Xian confessed that his brain had been squeezed by the door, Lu Nianqi pointed at the fog and pointed at the stone, "Is there any need to ask at this time? It must be the one that seems to die Article."

Stone Zhang: "Is there any poison in this miasma?"

Lu Twenty-seven: "I'm going to die, can I be poisoned?"

Stone Zhang: "Then how to go..."

Lu Twenqi said expressionlessly: "It's hard."

Fuck you.

Stone Zhang just wanted to turn around and ran away. The strangest thing was that, apart from a scent of zimu, he seemed to smell a tinge of blood in this miasma, but it was still fresh.

He immediately fought two battles, wanting to cry at Xue Xian to see if he could evoke a trace of pity in this ancestor.

Fortunately, he hadn't held back his tears yet, Xuanmin opened his mouth mercifully and said lightly, "Don't be anxious—"

As he said that, he was about to reach out and touch the paper talisman. His calm appearance made Shitou Zhang feel more at ease. After all, Xuanmin was always reliable. He said that if there is a way, then there must be a way to walk through the fog malaria.

Seeing that he took out the paper talisman, Shitou Zhang knew that he was going to use the talisman to set up a formation, and immediately stepped aside a few steps, not wanting to hinder him, and also pulled Lu Twenty-seven.

As a result, just as the Xuanmin paper talisman was in his hand, someone who was wandering in the sky finally came back to his senses.

Seeing that Xue Xian pressed Xuan Min's hand back, he tilted his head and hooked the corner of his mouth, "It's just such a little trick, there's no need to be so solemn, I'll come."

As he spoke, he tapped the armrest of the chair. Hearing a soft sound of "click", the madly howling wind suddenly rose, like a raptor crossing a river, rolling forward with a mighty momentum sweeping away thousands of troops.

Call—

The thick fog that haunted for an unknown number of years was swept away by this extraordinary wind, revealing layers of old trees that were blown to the ground, and a clear path.

Xue Xian turned his face to Xuanmin and picked his chin. He didn't say anything, and the expression on his face was no different from his usual lazy and perverse look, but for some reason, there was an inexplicable kind of expression on his face. "Should you compliment me?" means.

Xuan Min glanced down at him and said, "The armrest of the chair is cracked." His tone was still... a little salty.

Xue Xian: "..." This kind of thing that doesn't know how to look at the face and talk about the scenery should be planted in the sea.