MTL - Copper Coins-Chapter 1 Paper people (1)

In the summer of the 23rd year of Heavenly Jubilee, a dragon fell in Huameng County, Guangdong Province. Its high-key person was dozens of feet long, trapped in a net, fleshy, and no spine was seen. The official and civilian groups looked at it, just as the heavy rains poured down, the tide surged, and the dragon rolled into the sea. —— "Huameng County Chronicle" [1]

In the winter of the same year, Ningyang County, Huizhou Prefecture.

Wu Xia's sister-in-law just knocked on, and the sky was numb, and there were already faint voices on Xingtang Street. Jiuweiju's cousin carried several steamed buns that had just been steamed, and set them up in front of the building.

The husband narrowed his hands and trot over, and bought three buns. He swallowed one with two mouthfuls, while swallowing hard, and squinting at the cousin of Jiuweiju, "Hey? Are things ready?"

"Prepare it, here it is." Tang Yan patted the food box resting beside the cage drawer with a sad look on his face.

Gengfu wondered: "Are you really prepared? In case he ... what's not coming today?"

Tang Yue shuddered silently, and said dryly: "My ancestor, please don't come."

This Jiuweiju is a small and well-known restaurant in Ningyang County. The chef's nickname is "Liu Sanyang". It is said that it can go to the world with three special dishes, namely peach fat roasted meat, clay pot roasted chicken, Crisp pear oxtail raccoon. The flesh is skinless, the chicken is fat and thin, the pheasant is off the mountain, and the raccoon has to be a raccoon in the snow.

With these three dishes, Jiuweiju is full every day, and business is not worrying. But Liu Sanyang is a shelf-saver. He only serves ten servings a day, and doesn't make a pot, so he has to eat early.

However, I ordered hard vegetables as early as Wugengtian, and most of them were a little bit sick.

The sick man has been here for two days.

On the first day, he gave up three dishes in front of Don Juan, and never gasped. It was really flat. In the winter, when everyone exhales and opens his mouth, it is a white mist. Only his face is clear and clear, and there is no trace of mist. By the next day, he had more requests-don't let the pottery chicken be served in the clay pot, no star anise, cumin, crispy pear oxtail beaver, don't leave crispy pear ...

This requirement does not seem to come to eat at all, but rather to smash signboards.

However, instead of forking out the guest who was suspected of hitting the court, Tang Yan waited for two days. Today, he prepared the food containers in advance.

He glanced up at the sky, and then stomped his legs, squinting his neck like a chicken, asking Gengfu: "It's almost time, how can you not shake you?"

"What am I shuddering all day and night?" Gengfu lowered his throat and said, "Finally, this year is not peaceful. It is not unusual to see any monsters. In June in Guangdong, some people saw the real dragon. Did you say that? Lying on the seashore, I heard that I do n’t know who was pumped by the bones and bones! What is the sign of this? You said that the teacher was almost stunned in the last two months— "

Before the husband had finished speaking, he saw Tang Qiqi Ruoyou going down the stall: "Here he comes, he really comes again ..."

As soon as the words fell, there was a scholar-like person in front of the booth.

His appearance was bland, with heavy tiredness, and abnormal blood on both sides of his cheeks, like a long-burning dry burn. The man was wearing a gray-blue robe, thin and thin, as if a piece of cloth had been cut off from a branch, and the wind would blow to heaven.

Geng Fu lined with the light of a white-skin lantern, stared at the scholar's face for a long while, and the last bite in his mouth was frozen and he didn't care about his throat.

The student muttered to himself in a low voice, "Here," and then he slowly raised his head. His dark eyes stared at Tang Yuan, panicking.

Tang Yan immediately pinched his legs and felt that he wanted to pee.

"Excuse me, peach fat roasted meat--" The scholar's voice was serious, unlike the self-talk, just like bamboo flowing water, but very close to the face, and not to the mouth, looking at ... more I was panicked.

Don Juan avoided his gaze, and trembled to pick up the food box and handed him: "The capital is ready, it is in a porcelain pot, there is no crispy pear and star anise cumin, it just came out of the pot, and it was still hot."

The scholar seemed to be stunned. He stared at the food container for a moment, and then there was a reaction. He nodded slowly, "There is work."

The voice was a little dumb, and slightly different from the one just said.

The food box seemed a bit heavy to the scholar, it seemed like he had hung a tree branch. He walked much slower than when he came, it took him a long time to go far.

Gengfu shuddered and turned back.

Tang Yan whispered palely: "You saw it this time? That face ... Hey? What are you doing in a hurry?"

Guff: "Urgency."

Don Juan: "..."

However, as soon as Gengfu went out, he went back with a gong and a mule.

Before Tang Yan spoke, Gengfu patted him on the shoulder, and frowned again and again, "Look there!"

Across the street, a white shadow came silently from the night.

The newly stunned Tang's feet suddenly softened and almost thought that he had seen dirty things again. Fortunately, he took another closer look and realized that it was a monk. He was wearing a thin plain white monk robe with wide sleeves. There was no star-colored mottled from head to toe.

Don Juan didn't understand: "See, isn't it just a monk?"

Gengfu whispered: "I just passed by him, just a glance, he has five emperor money on his waist!"

The five emperor's money can drive away the evil door of the evil town. Legend has it that when the king of the kingdom liked to use it, there was always a string hanging around his waist. Since then, the five emperor money has become the most commonly used utensil for people who eat ghosts and gods to discuss their lives. Although there are many scammers in the muddy waters, most of them still have three or two skills.

Tang Yuan looked at the monk from afar, and felt that he had a sense of indescribability. In short, it did not look like a liar. Moreover, he couldn't care so much. Three days was the limit. If the scholar would come again tomorrow morning, I was afraid that he really couldn't help urinating on the spot.

The monk's pace was not slow or slow, but he soon got close. Seeing that he was going to pass by the booth, Tang Yan quickly stopped him: "Master stays on!"

The monk's footsteps swelled, and the hem of the white linen monk wobbled twice, but it was not covered with a star dust. He glanced at the hall, his gaze was calm and warm, and it was colder than the cold wind blowing on his face. It was only so close that Tang Yue discovered that the monk was so tall that his eyes were cast from the top down, and it was clear that Tang Yue had shrunk back halfway and collided with the same half-step back. More husband.

This collision banged Tang's gall back into his belly. He opened his mouth again and said again: "I see the five emperor's money hanging around the master's waist, but he knows some tricks to drive away evil spirits and evil spirits?"

The monk glanced blankly at the copper coins exposed on his waist, without saying yes or no.

Tang Ai looked at her husband awkwardly, only to think that the monk was colder than the demon wind in this winter month, and Ai was so cold that he didn't know the southeast and northwest, and couldn't say anything.

He was more resistant to frost, and opened his mouth. He described the scholar-like visitor in a few words, and said to the monk: "We don't know that face, but we will never admit it. It is the son of the old Jiang family in Yitang. But ... Kejiang The family medicine hall caught fire three years ago. Except for the daughter who married Anqing, none were spared. They were all burned to death by the fire! As the saying goes, five more days and the ghosts are idle. A dead person appeared for three days in a row, and It happens to be five days, can it be scary? "

The monk glanced at the sky, and finally opened his mouth as if the words were golden, saying only two words indifferently: "What about people?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Yan thaw and came alive. He pointed to a wall in the distance and hurriedly said, "Just left! Maybe I haven't entered the door yet! I recognize the abandoned house of Jiangjia Medical Church, master me, can I take you there?"

But soon, Tang Yan regretted wanting to slap himself: let your mouth be quick!

How he couldn't think of it, only in the cold winter with a human-shaped ice pillar. Tang Yan felt that in just a few alleys, he was about to finish his whole life. From time to time, he glanced at the young monk several times. He didn't dare to ask a word if he wanted to ask. He just remembered a small mole on the neck of the monk.

Before Tang Yuan was frozen to death, they finally reached the corner of the back alley of Jiangjia Medical Church.

As expected by Tang Yan, the scholar who couldn't carry his hands and couldn't carry his hands didn't actually enter the door, walking around the alley with food boxes one by one.

Strangely, he whispered to himself as he walked, his voice was still different, sometimes clear and nice, sometimes dumb and dull.

"Did you go to Lishan and catch a chicken for me? Can you come back the month before this month?" This is the clear one.

"It's always faster than going nowhere." This is the dumb one.

"I think you probably don't want to live."

"No, I just died three years ago."

"..."

The scholar alone decorated two corners and interpreted "What is not ill", and then he slid into the courtyard like a piece of paper along the broken and mottled walls of the Jiang family. .

The coward behind the corner accidentally watched the whole journey, and was imprisoned, so she wanted to run. With my feet raised, I remembered that there was a frozen monk sticking beside it. He rushed out of a purse, anxious to put aside into the master's arms, said "talking heart" in his mouth, and people were almost out of Erli.

The monk frowned and glanced at the purse in his hand.

I do n’t know how long this thing has n’t been washed. It has long been indistinguishable from its original color and has an old, oily smell.

He almost raised his hand and wanted to throw the dirty thing, but the rope was about to leave his hand, and was hooked back by his single finger. With such an unpleasant look on his face, he took a rag money bag and walked silently to the front of Jiangjia Medical Hall.

Leaning back to the hall of Jiuweiju, he helped the wall and breathed the old weather, and then even said that he had described it to Gengfu who was looking at the booth for him, and then he saw it. "I suddenly felt that the master was familiar."

"You are guarding this stall all day long, so many people travel from north to south, and naturally it is easy for anyone to know each other." Gengfu was not angry.

"..." Tang Yan gasped his breath and straightened his waist, and Yu Guang accidentally swept over the blue wall he was holding, his eyes calmed.

A notice of sea arrest half and a month ago was affixed to the blue wall, but it was a bit unfortunate. It was snowing just after it was posted. This notice was frozen and dripped, and the next day it was too mottled to see the portrait. Even when she was out of the hall, she only got a rough idea, leaving a vague impression.

Nowadays, this notice is peeled off more than half, leaving only the neck part of the portrait, and it can be seen that a small mole is spotted on the side of the neck, just like the master on the side of the neck just before.

Tang Yan immediately became a stimulus: This is a guilty condemnation!

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Note [1]: The first paragraph is the original source of inspiration. It is adapted from Lang Ying's "Seven Revised Manuscripts". Original text: The father of my friend Jin Mao, at the end of Chenghua, visiting Xinhui County, Guangdong. Fang Ping, Yilong crashed into the sand from the air. The mermaids each took their own burdens and died to death. The officials and the people looked at them. They are tall and handsome. , But the belly is much red. This is obvious.