Xavier Xue, who believed that he could stab the sky and shake the earth in the first half of his life, was just copied by a superficial monk with only a piece of broken copper...
After the two pieces of moss were shoveled up by the monk, their prototypes appeared within a moment and turned into two small human-shaped paper skins. The monk glanced at Zhibi's face with an indifferent expression, then folded the paper and put it into the secret pocket on his waist.
Before Xavier Xue could spray Bald Donkey's face with his heart-wrenching breath, he was forced to stick to Bald Donkey's waist, fitting tightly without any gaps.
If being depressed could kill someone, Xavier Xue could have lived and died more than 200 times during this "ransacking of homes and pockets". He is born with an arrogant temper. He can only make others angry, but others cannot make him angry. He is a shameless and unreasonable ancestor. By chance, this time I accidentally hit a nail and the boat capsized in the gutter.
No matter what the original reason was, the relationship between him and this bald donkey was forged.
Xavier Xue is a disobedient person who accepts soft things but not hard words. If he had a knife in his hand at this time, he would stab the monk in the waist without saying a word. Unfortunately, he didn't have the habit of carrying a sword with him.
The monk looked like an icicle. He ignored people and showed no expression, but his body was still warm. The slightly warm body temperature seeped into the paper skin little by little through the thin white linen cloth.
Xue Zhipi, who was completely covered within a moment, said: ...
Annoying!
It's really annoying. For people with physical ailments, a little warmth in the cold winter can easily destroy their fighting spirit, especially someone like Xavier Xue who has been paralyzed for half a year. The muscles and veins are blocked, the qi and blood are not flowing smoothly, and the current body cannot gather much heat at all. It has been frozen for almost the entire winter month. After Leng Buding covered him like this, his body became lazy before his mind, and he didn't even want to move.
Xavier Xue, who had been folded twice, lay angrily for a moment before finally overcoming his body's laziness and sneaking into the monk's secret pocket.
Xavier Xue still didn't know the depth of this young monk.
If you say you are really capable... what is your ability if you tear up a piece of white linen or shovel a piece of mossy ground? The naked doll knows how to pee and mud! Besides, if someone is really capable, it is just a matter of lifting a finger. Let alone a small piece, the whole yard can be lifted. Why bother to carry a piece of broken copper to shovel it in person?
But if he said he had no ability... then how could he see through all these layers of deceit at a glance?
Xavier Xue was wary of any movement at first. When he groped for it, his movements were small and light. Thanks to the thin paper, it was not easy to detect.
However, after a while, he gradually lost his scruples and didn't know how to restrain himself. Because he found that the bald donkey didn't seem to care about it anymore. Through the two layers of white linen wrapped outside the secret bag, he vaguely heard some more chaotic voices outside the yard. It seemed that a group of people had gathered over, and he didn't know it. For what purpose.
"Hey...why did you hit me in the face?!" Jasper Jiang lowered his voice and spoke a few words through his teeth. It sounded like his patience with Xavier Xue was reaching its limit.
Xavier Xue's groping movements accelerated and he accidentally photographed the wrong place. He didn't have the time or leisure to explain to the nerd, so he gave him a low "shush" and signaled the nerd to stay quiet and stop making any noise.
In the past six months, his movements have been hampered. Every time he wants to do something or go somewhere, he has to borrow some east wind. Either people or things. It's rare to meet a bald donkey this time. Even if he doesn't have the slightest ability to rely solely on deception, he still has to bring something to fool people. Xavier Xue wanted to grab something handy from his hidden bag, and then leave in the chaos.
While Xavier Xue was busy working, the young monk who had robbed him had already arrived at the door of the Jiang Family Medical Hall.
The originally heavy house door was already incomplete, and the copper door hoop was even slightly deformed. When the two doors touched each other, they could not close tightly, leaving a huge gap. The monk stopped in front of the door and raised his eyelids.
Through the gap in the grinning door, he could clearly see that there was a dense circle of figures surrounding the door. The Jiang Family Medical Hall has long been an abandoned house, so naturally there will be no lantern hanging at the door, and if it is hung there will be no one to light it. But at this moment, the group of people outside were holding a bunch of paper lanterns in their hands. The white lanterns shone on the incoming people menacingly and solemnly, giving them the air of saying "the visitor is not good".
He looked like he was either here to catch ghosts, or he was here to catch people.
As the saying goes, "If you don't do bad things, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door." But with such a big battle, anyone who encounters it unexpectedly will be a little scared. But after the young monk glanced at it, he returned his gaze. He pushed open the door of the house, without looking at anyone, and started to walk out, as if the group of people holding lanterns in front of him did not exist.
The people gathered around the door of the Jiang Family Medicine Hall were not idlers. They were wearing the county government's standard gray-blue cloth robes, with about ten thin knives about two feet long hanging from their waists. Seeing that the monk was about to leave, they immediately held down their sabers and closed the circle, blocking the monk's way.
The monk stopped, frowning and scanning the people in front of him, as if he didn't understand what these people had to do with him.
"Are you talking about this person?" A slightly older voice suddenly sounded.
The monk glanced at the speaker - a middle-aged man of short stature, wearing a master's hat and a goat beard. He looked quite thin, but his belly was slightly bulging. If he were a local in Ningyang, he would recognize this middle-aged man at a glance as Liu Xu, the master of Ningyang County Government.
But the monk is not a local. With his temperament, even if he is a local, he may not pay attention to what the master looks like, how many eyes and mouths he has.
On the other hand, the monk was still impressed by the person Lawrence Master asked - it was none other than the little waiter of Jiuweiju.
It turned out that the waiter had been thinking about the notice on the side of Jiuweiju building and finally went to the county government office. Since there is such a heavy reward, he must be a difficult criminal. Who knows if he has a series of murder cases on him?
So, the waiter reported the young monk, and the county government immediately came to arrest him without saying a word.
The monk's eyes fell on the waiter. The latter seemed a little guilty and shrank his neck slightly. He hesitated and said: "Master, I..."
Before he could finish his words, the young monk had already withdrew his gaze. He raised his finger, and a black object drew an arc and landed impartially in the waiter's arms. The waiter said it was something hurtful and was so shocked that he closed his eyes. Hearing the sound of copper plates hitting each other, he cautiously opened his eyes.
purse!
What the monk threw into his arms was the money bag he had given to him before.
As if he had finally thrown away what needed to be thrown away, the monk took another step with a calm expression. This time, he was probably impatient because of the delay, so he spoke coldly to the Yamen servant and said, "Get out of the way."
"Sir, this..." The yamen officer blocked the people and cast a questioning look at the master.
"Wait a minute." The master took out a piece of tissue paper from his arms, shook it open against the lantern, and said, "Where is this little master from? In which temple does he worship Buddha? Does he have a Buddhist title?"
The young monk frowned and looked at him, 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 serious: "Little master, someone came to accuse you and said that you are somewhat similar to the wanted criminals of the imperial court. If you insist on not speaking, we will have to take you first." Let’s go back and check more carefully!”
The young monk glanced at him coldly, and after a moment, he said calmly: "My name is Mason Xuan, I am a wild monk, I have no home or temple."
Serious monks never mix like this. Anyone who says he has no home or temple is most likely relying on partial wealth to make a living. In other words, he is a magician.
The master looked him up and down with a sarcastic look on his face, then shook the notice in his hand in a serious manner and ordered someone to hold the lantern closer and compare it with Mason Xuan one by one.
Xavier Xue, who was busy in the secret bag, listened to these words completely, and immediately felt a little gloating: If you, a bald donkey, are allowed to raid other people's nests, will you also be raided now? Should!
He didn't find anything useful to him in the secret bag. Except for a peach branch and two flints, there was only a cloth bag. He carefully touched the inner layer of the cloth bag, and there seemed to be some long and short needles. In short, it's not what he wants. Xavier Xue was too lazy to delay any longer, so he wanted to sneak out of the secret bag while the monk was not paying attention.
Regarding this, he is somewhat confident. As long as he doesn't want to be noticed, ordinary people will never notice his movements. Xavier Xue took the opportunity when the master spoke again, stretched himself into a very thin sheet, and rubbed upwards along the gap in the secret pocket.
Unexpectedly, as soon as my head slipped out, my eyesight went dark------
The bald donkey who had killed a thousand swords actually raised his hand in time and pushed back his protruding paper head with one finger!
Xavier Xue: ...
The ancestor, who was born to be disobedient, was so angry that he was pressed on the forehead. He immediately rolled around in the secret bag irritably, took out a needle from the bag, and aimed it at the bald donkey's waist.
Mason Xuan: "........................"
Just when Xavier Xue was secretly about to stir up trouble, the master who stopped Mason Xuan compared the complete notices, frowned and shook his head: "That's not right..."
"Isn't that right?" The government officials behind him took a few glances at the notice.
"The age is wrong, there's a big difference." The master said, "They don't look much alike... From a distance, they look a bit interesting, but when a lantern shines up close, they are too young. Besides, we have to catch him This one is said to be an extremely difficult monk to deal with. This master..."
The master's eyes subconsciously turned around Mason Xuan's waist, and glanced at the dusty copper coin string. Although he didn't say it directly, his expression was obvious - the man in front of him was obviously a young boy, and the copper coins were still there. You haven’t developed oily skin yet... a senior monk? What a joke!
No one would have any respect for a magic stick who can see through him at a glance.
After the master glanced at his bunch of copper coins, his expression was obviously filled with contempt. He raised his hand and waved to Mason Xuan, saying, "Okay, little master, what's the matter with you? Let's go."
Mason Xuan raised his feet and walked away, as if what happened just now was just a fallen leaf that fell on his body, patted it and fell off, and it had nothing to do with him.
However, after he took two steps out, he glanced at the master's face with a nonchalant look, and said calmly: "You won't live long."
Xavier Xue, who was working on a new idea in his secret pocket, slipped and almost tore himself apart: ... Great, no need to waste time, this bald donkey started to look for death!
However, when he slipped, he accidentally stuck it close to the base of Mason Xuan's waist. Somehow, he suddenly felt something buzzing in his head, as if someone was inside his head. A great bell struck.
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