Pure gold coin

"Shochiku Xuan paper out of the snow? That was produced by dozens of procedures, and one hundred at least every two hundred pennyworth, equivalent to half of the month my patients. Zishi Yantai is also the finest materials, exquisite stone lubrication, There was a warm Italian, will not freezing in winter Surusumi. musk ink, is a mix of the finest gold leaf pine smoke, musk, tapping into, and write up, very smooth, fonts spirit, with a refreshing fragrance. pen is also a good pen, pure fox fur. This set of four treasures, at least two must be hundreds. This small truth rain line of Public View shot really generous, I heard that this person courteous, Jigonghaoyi, and often poor intellectual relief , the capital of a good reputation in the jade. But I see it go rather small ... .... "

Hung Yi carrying a burden, walk to the Western Hills outside Beijing Jade on the road.

He was ready to scientific expedition, and not bother being bullied in Houfu, simply to the Western Hills to live for a while, you can also keep the grave as his mother.

Hung Yi mother's grave to the sun, a lone, the identity of his mother, died after a flood can not enter the shrine of the ancestral home.

Western Hills outside Beijing is a mountain of jade, a radius of nearly hundred miles, while not majestic, but the dense jungle, terrain, mountains are many, and there are fantastic springs, waterfalls, there are random Shishan Lin.

Fox, wolf and more irrigation mountain beast, every winter, there will be some of the nobility into the mountains and hunting trips.

Side of the road, Hung Yi while thinking about yesterday, the rain of small Li line of Public View Jiaoren presented their four treasures of the heart, try to figure out.

Days when the dusk, Hung Yi to the Western Hills at the foot of the tomb of his mother again after cleaning, on the incense, and then in the foothills not far from a little sojourn down the temple.

This is called the Moon Temple, the temple is a dilapidated temple, the temple inside the old monk to an ordinary watch, Hung Yi lived here for a while every year, one to his mother keep the grave, and second, a clean map.

To the old monk Ji Chuan incense money, after eating a bowl of plain noodles mushrooms, they live in the rest down the side hall, light a candle, burning the charcoal, prepare the night time.

North wind blows, blowing sound of four walls Kacha Kacha.

Side hall inside the temple courtyard, basil over the floor, the wind rolled hay, a bleak.

"Dilapidated temple year after year, ah. But do not make a big re-dynasty temple, well built and Taoism. This is no surprise." Hung Yi looked so bleak dilapidated temples, although the hearts of emotion, but the feeling than Houfu much to be fresh in my heart at ease.

"Mother, if you have a soul in heaven, bless me get in a subject, name the points for you."

Rapeseed oil bean eyes staring at the big Deng Hua, Hung Yi silently praying.

Bang!

Deng Hua broke a flower.

Ooo, ooo! Ooo, ooo!

Deep in the mountains far away, came a few times shrill cries, like the wolf like fox, mixed into in the night wind, yet also seemed to be an owl.

Mountains, temple, north wind, the wolf fox laugh, all this is terrifying scene.

But Hung Yi did not make any fear in mind, first, he thought he had never done anything good conscience, the second is familiar with the fox ghost notes, as long as people are reading inside the heart upright, fearless, not ghosts are near the body Yin Ling.

Bind tightly clothes, Hung Yi opened the door, went to the yard.

"Ah? What is that?"

Hong Yi one to the yard to find the distance around the valley a few miles, several points of green fire, fist-sized floating up and down, very strange.

"The wildfire is being distributed by human bones, Luan Fengang often see, the idea is nothing supernatural." Wisps floating face down, Hung Yi smiled to himself.

Suddenly, a shrill cry from the distant mountains pass out, a shadow in the wildfire among the dancing, twinkling of an eye on the sky, reminiscent of the witch out at night, taking the people. The average person if you see such a scene, has been horrified by.

However, easy to listen to the sound Hung,'d know that this is the night owl mountain.

Suddenly, he did come to a sort of poetic, broke into read: "into the wood owl charm of century-old, Bi-fire laughter from the nest."

"Junior, you are young, but it is Masato. Laughter from the nest ... Pitt fire ..."

Suddenly, a crisp pass from behind the sweet voice came over.

Hung Yi is no trivial matter, but this surprised! Whole body shot up the cold sweat. Quickly turned around to see your room, lamp, a standing official wearing a pink dress, slim, graceful girl, age and down in the eighteen-year-old, beautiful things can not be square, appears to have a very breathing But gas to the United States.

Beautiful lamp is a beautiful sight.

But Hung is not easy to appreciate the beauty of the mind. Think about it, mountain temple, suddenly for no reason a woman to emerge, not the ghost is the monster.

"You're a ghost or a demon?"

Hung Yi squeezed his fingers, stay calm mind.

"Oh, how do you know that I was a ghost or a demon it?"

The sudden appearance of a woman smiling and watching Hung Yi.

"It's simple, your clothes weak, the mountain cold, normal people simply can not stand it. Second, the radius of ten people have nothing, you are a single woman, how could the night in the temple?" Hung Yi said, suddenly feeling the foot a little tingling.

"Yes, I am a ghost." Woman suddenly changed color, cold tone, his face ashen, as if that should leap out at any time, like to eat.

"I did not do this life consciously quiet conscience, but also for the mother to keep reading temple grave, you came to see me do, if you are a romantic ghost, looking for a scholar It Happened One Night, then I tell you, you got the wrong guy. I study Hung Yi since childhood, although far from honest intelligent, but the truth and Moral or defensible. Do you to get out. "

Hung Yi bomb the bomb his fingers and clapped their eyes, looked fiercely past.

"I did not drive those priests ghost Royal Road Law of God, the hands had no strength, no martial arts, physically very weak. Encountered a ghost, only by virtue of their arrogant ... ... can not show weakness, a weakness, the other side against coming. the idea of a firm to be upright. "

Hung Yi harsh glare lamp woman, heart to pump myself up, firm belief.

Deal with demons, Hung Yi believes first and fit.

"Hee hee, hee hee. Young, you're funny."

Suddenly, the woman hee hee a laugh out beckoned: "I have just told you a joke, I am not the devil is in the light, no shadow, you come, you should feel the air on me blood, there is such a ghost? If there is blood in the ghost, it would not be called a ghost, but the Taoist god of the sun the angel. "

"Oh?"

Hung Yi heard of this woman, then looked at the lamp in the shadows rise, indeed, *** under the shadow of this woman has.

I hesitated a moment, Hung Yi or move into the room inside.

Sure enough, he could feel the woman spake, with the aroma of Breath, is a living person.

"Ah, you are not a class of demons. Are invisible demons of the idea that, even if profound skill, can manifest it, is nothing but a mass of cold, no feeling of flesh and blood. You are not demons, but also not an ordinary citizen, it is certainly hiding deep in the mountains of the warrior class of the Sword? "

Hung nodded his eyebrows use your fingers.

"Oh? You seem like a ghost on the demon is understood that people do not read that bizarre, you are not an ordinary scholar." Woman's eyes looking at the inside Hung Yi has a trace of doubt.

"It was just reading the books dead people, my generation reader, save the righteous cause, Ming Luk, known demons, of the gods. This is the nature of things." Knew each other is not a class of demons, Hung Yi's mind calm, turn flexible up.

"Hee hee, I have come sun, come to see relatives, but can not think like you met an interesting boy." Woman in red himself: "educated, ah, good good. Fortunately, my relatives are also among those who have children to read, want to hire you as a teacher to give lectures, do not know if you go, gratuity January 12 pure gold. "

"January 12 pure gold?" Hung Yi surprise. Big gold and silver are a dynasty, fifteen, twelve month, one hundred fifty-two pure gold is money, claim to be a huge out.

Hung Yi in Houfu among only four ounces of silver a month monthly cases. Although only a mere four ounces, but is a two thousand silver coins converted text, and a large paper coins to buy a sesame seed. One or two small silver enough to a family of three families living a month.

Rain King because, like a poem about the line to give the value of hundreds of two-Hung Yi's four treasures, even the door of the rich and Hou Hong Xuejiao that women are surprised.

"Do not you believe that? I can down payment." Woman smiled, shook his hand, touch the table.

Ding dong, ding dong, a row of gleaming little gold pancake on the table.

Hung Yi at a glance, this is the big dynasty made money, and small pancake, like, folk also called "golden cake", the official called "gold." One hundred twenty-one.

"This is the fineness of gold. Is not an ordinary gold. Only have so much inside the palace." Hung Yi saw this money, the hearts of robust, the original of this coin is red in color.

Qi Cheng Jin is blue, eight gold is yellow, Jiucheng gold is purple, red is the color of the holders is gold.

As the saying goes, "No gold is red, no one is perfect." The point is, the full red color of gold, the world no.

However, the Taoist alchemists who are able to burn out, this red color of gold, also called "drug money", is the Taoist practice of lead burning mercury, saver of blindly practicing medicine.

The pure gold, and India became the coin, only the palace only.

Usually the emperor, empress Shanggei civil and military ministers, or harem concubines.

"This woman looks mysterious, in fact, thought it lacks a number of delicate, easily to reveal his identity, the people inside the palace, palace is not like ladies, late at night to the Western Hills to do?" Hung Yi Road after a flash of doubt in mind : "Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way, you actually have to ask Mr. book a month out of twelve of gold, showing that students are not so simple to teach. you put money away and still find time to go and see."

Although it wants the money, but today is just too strange, Hung Yi has to be careful: "No corruption in sex, not greedy of money, what demons have could not reach me."

"That is for sure, go, now can be really difficult to find a teacher, ah, you rarely encounter people reading this understand, although a bit younger, but not afraid of ghosts, afraid of the demon, but added a rare, that is you." Women's Road to himself, stood up.

"Go now?" Hung Yi eyes stare a bit.

"Of course." Hee hee woman is a smile, "There are about sixty years from here, but the morning with your leg muscles have come to the stage, or I'll take you."

"Men and women giving and receiving is unclear, say so late, another day you come tomorrow." Hung Yi, of course strive to decline, the temple deep in the mountains at night, and suddenly out of a mysterious woman to follow, certainly is a curse not to be good.

"I'm going to go back to the dawn, and what men and women giving and receiving is unclear, and no one saw." Sky woman looked up, brow with a trace of dignity can not be explained, suddenly stretching out a hand to seize the arms Hung Yi the whole person jumped directly to the temple's courtyard outside.

This leap, it seems to shrink into the inch, as is the ordinary people direct twenty paces distance, only to feel the clouds Hung Yi general.

"Shrink to surgery?"

"What reduction in surgery? This is only a 'vertical apes to mention the body' of the step it."

Ear to wear to the whirring of the wind, there are women's voices, Hong Zhu Zhu Yi only see a big tree was gone, and while he seems to be flying a kite, which are all ears and mouth, the wind, eyes could not open.

"This woman has run faster than horses." Hung Yi simply close your eyes.

About the time two or three sticks of incense, Hung Yi suddenly felt a sudden stop, opened his eyes, eyes are dark valley, central valley, vaguely have fire.

"What!"

Hung Yi saw his unforgettable scene.

Valley center fire burning a pile of large, next to the bonfire, sitting with dozens of white fox fur.

The fox, half-squat to sit, it seems like people, especially them, one holding a book, send strange sounds, as if in reading, as if there is a private school children reading the same.