Xue Xian, who believed that he could "punch the sky from above and shake the earth from below" in the first half of his life, was copied by a monk with a skinny appearance, and only spent a piece of broken copper skin...

After the monk shoveled up the two pieces of moss, the prototype appeared after a moment of vanishing, and turned into two small human-shaped paper strips. The monk glanced indifferently at the paper strip face, then folded the paper strips and put them in the dark bag around his waist.

Xue Xian was so excited that he had no time to spray the bald donkey's face, and was forced to stick to the bald donkey's waist, tightly fitting his slits without any gaps.

If he was frustrated, Xue Xian could die in his life and die in this time of "searching his home and entering his bag". He was born with a proud personality, and he could only anger others, not others to anger him. He was an unreasonable ancestor who was careless and unreasonable. This time, he bumped into a nail and a boat was overturned in the gutter.

No matter what the original reason was, he and the bald donkey's harem were formed.

Xue Xian is a disobedient person, not hard. If he had a knife in his hand at this time, he would have stabbed him in the monk's waist without saying a word. Unfortunately, he did not have the habit of carrying a sword with him.

The monk looked like an icicle, and he had no expression on his face. His body was still warm. His slightly hot body temperature was penetrated into the paper little by little through the not-so-thick white linen.

Xue Zhishu, who was covered in tears after a moment of cessation: "..."

Annoying!

It is indeed annoying. For people who are ill, a little warmth in the cold winter is the most likely to disintegrate fighting spirit, especially Xue Xian, who has been paralyzed for half a year. His tendons and veins are blocked and his qi and blood are not smooth. Now this body cannot gather much heat at all, and almost freezes all over the winter months. After suddenly covering it, his body became lazy before his mind, and he didn't want to move.

Xue Xian, who was folded two times, lay down angrily for a moment, finally overcame the laziness in his body, and secretly began to touch the things in the monk's secret bag.

Xue Xian still doesn't know the depth of this young monk.

If you really have the ability... What is the ability to tear a piece of white linen and shovel a piece of moss land? You can do the bare-ass dolls who piss and mud! Besides, people who are really capable can lift a piece of land just by moving their fingers. Not to mention a small piece, the entire yard can be lifted. Why do you have to carry a piece of broken copper skin to shovel it yourself?

But if he is said to be incompetent... how did he see through these layers of slurs at a glance?

Xue Xian was worried about some movement at first, and his movements were small and light when he was groping. With the convenience of the thin paper, it was really not easy to detect.

However, after a while, he gradually lost his scruples and did not know how to restrain himself. Because he found that the bald donkey seemed to be careless about this. Through the two layers of white linen wrapped in the dark bag, he vaguely heard some messy voices outside the yard. It seemed that a group of people gathered over, not knowing why.

"Hiss...why are you slapping me in the face?!" Jiang Shining lowered his voice and a few words popped out from his teeth. It sounded like his patience with Xue Xian was close to his limit.

Xue Xian's exploring movements accelerated, and accidentally took a picture of the wrong place. He had no time or leisure to explain to the nerd, so he "shushed" him quietly, signaling the slut to stay honestly and not speak out.

Over the past six months, he has been in a hindrance. Every time he wants to do something or go, he has to borrow some east wind, either people or things. This time he rarely meets a bald donkey. Even if he doesn't have the ability to rely on cheating, he has to bring some things that can fool people. Xue Xian wants to get some handy things in his secret bag and then leave in the chaos.

While Xue Xian was busy, the young monk who had copied him had already walked to the gate of the Jiangjia Medical Hall.

The originally thick door of the house was already incomplete, and the copper door hoop was even deformed. When the two doors were opposite each other, they were not tightly connected, leaving a huge gap. The monk stopped in front of the door and raised his eyelids.

Through the crack of the grinning door, he could clearly see that there were already a circle of black figures outside the door. The Jiang Family Medical Hall was already a abandoned house, so naturally there would be no lanterns hanging at the door, and no one could illuminate them. But at this moment, the group of people outside were carrying a string of paper lanterns in their hands, with several white balls of hair. The future people would shine fiercely and extremely serious, with a stance of "the person who comes is not kind."

In this way, it is either to catch ghosts or to get people.

As the saying goes, "If you don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door." But if anyone suddenly encounters such a big situation, they will feel a little frustrated. But after a glance, the young monk glanced back. He pushed open the gate of the house and didn't look at the person. He raised his foot and wanted to walk out, as if the group of people holding lanterns did not exist in front of him.

The people surrounding the Jiang Family Medicine Hall were not idle people. They were wearing gray-blue cloth robes in the county government, and thin knives about two feet long were hanging around their waists, with a total of more than ten. When they saw that the monk was about to leave, they immediately pressed their knives, closed the circle, and blocked the monk's way out.

The monk stopped and frowned and looked at the people in front of him, as if he had not figured out what these people had to do with him.

"You said, but this person?" A slightly older voice suddenly rang out.

The monk glanced at the speaker - he was a middle-aged man with a low-level hat and a goat whisker. He looked thin, but his belly was slightly bulging. If it were a local from Ningyang, he would recognize the middle-aged man as Liu Xu, the teacher of Ningyang County.

But the monk is not a local. With his personality, even if he is a local, he may not pay attention to what the master looks like, and how many eyes and mouths he has.

However, the monk left a three-point impression on the man Liu asked about - it was not someone else, but a small waiter from Jiuweiju.

It turned out that the waiter thought about the notice beside Jiuweiju Tower and finally went to the county government office. Since such a heavy reward was hanged, he must be a difficult criminal. Who knows if he had a series of murders on him?

So the waiter reported the young monk to the present, and the county government immediately came to get the person without saying a word.

The monk's eyes fell on the waiter, who seemed a little guilty, shrank his neck slightly backwards, and he stammered and said, "Great, Master, I..."

Before he could finish his words, the young monk had already retracted his gaze. He raised his finger, and a black thing drew an arc and landed in the waiter's arms without any bias. The waiter also said something hurtful, and closed his eyes in shock. He heard the sound of copper plates bumping, and then he opened his eyes carefully.

purse!

The monk threw it into his arms was the money he had stuffed to the other party before.

The monk seemed to have finally thrown away what he should have thrown, and took another step with a calm look on his face. This time, he was probably impatient by delays, and coldly opened his mouth to the yamen runners, saying, "Get out of the way."

"Sir, this..." The yamen runner blocked the person and cast inquiring eyes at the master.

"Slowly." The master took a piece of tissue paper from his arms, shook it open in the lantern, and said, "Where is this little master? In which temple is there to worship Buddha? Is there a Dharma name?"

The young monk looked at him frowned, as if he was too lazy to answer, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Seeing that he was quite ungrateful, the master's tone immediately became heavier: "My little master, someone has come to sue you and say that you are a bit similar to the court wanted in the world today. If you insist on not speaking, we have to take you back first and then check it out in detail!"

The young monk glanced at him coldly, and after a moment, he spoke calmly: "The Dharma name is Xuanmin, a wild monk, no home or temple."

A serious monk never goes like this. Anyone who says he has no home or temple will rely on partial wealth to make a living, in other words, he is a charlatan.

The master looked him up and down, with a sarcastic expression, and then shook the notice in his hand seriously, and ordered people to raise the lantern closer and compare it with Xuan Min one by one.

Xue Xian, who was busy in the dark bag, listened to this completely and was immediately gloating: I asked you, a bald donkey, to copy someone else's nest, and you will be copied now, right? It's right!

He didn't touch anything useful to him in the secret bag. Apart from a peach branch and two flints, there was only one cloth bag. He touched the inner layer of the cloth bag carefully, and it seemed that there were some long and short needles. In short, it was not what he wanted. Xue Xian was too lazy to delay any more, so he wanted to sneak out of the secret bag while the monk was not paying attention.

He was somewhat confident about this. As long as he didn't want to be noticed, ordinary people would definitely not be able to detect his movements. Xue Xian picked the time when the master spoke again, stretched himself into an extremely thin piece, and rubbed upwards along the gap in the dark bag.

Who knew that as soon as I slid out my head, I felt dark before my eyes-

The bald donkey who killed thousands of swords actually raised his hand in time and pressed the piece of paper that appeared on him back with a finger!

Xue Xian: "..."

This ancestor, who was born disobedient, was so angry that he immediately rolled around in a dark bag, pulled a needle from the cloth bag, and pointed it at the bald donkey's waist.

Xuan Min: “…………………”

Just when Xue Xian was secretly about to make a fuss, the master who stopped Xuan Min had compared the complete notice, frowned and shook his head: "No..."

"No?" The yamen runners behind him glanced at the notice.

"I'm not right, I'm too bad." said the master, "I don't look very much... I'm so impressed from a distance. When the lanterns are lit nearby, I'm too young. Besides, the one I want to catch is said to be an extremely difficult monk, this master..."

The master subconsciously turned around Xuan Min's waist and glanced at the gray copper coins string. Although he didn't say it directly, his expression was obvious - the person in front of him was obviously a tender man, and the copper coins had not yet been trained to have oily skin... The monk? What a joke!

No one has any respect for the charlatan that can be seen through at a glance.

After the master glanced at his string of copper coins, he obviously looked contemptuous. He raised his hand and waved it to Xuan Min, saying, "Okay, no, you have nothing to do with me, let's go."

Xuan Min raised her foot and left, as if the appearance just now was just a fallen leaf, and she fell off after slapping it, which had nothing to do with him.

However, after he walked out for two steps, he glanced at the master's face indifferently and said lightly: "You can't live long."

Xue Xian, who was having a new idea in the secret bag, slid his struggle and almost tore himself up: "..." That's great, it doesn't take time. The bald donkey started to rush up and seek death!
Chapter completed!