Chapter 814 (1/2)
Wang Chen felt that he had spent a long dark time, his soul was gone, as if he had spent a longer time than his life. He only remembered hearing a click and the light sound of the opening of the mechanical latch. The confused feeling gradually left him. He vaguely saw a white light in front of him and a vague sound in his ear.
Am I dead?
Not yet!
In his memory, fireballs were burning everywhere, like the end of the day. He stood in the street in despair waiting for death, but what happened later—— I don't remember.
He seems to lie in a small but very comfortable iron box. Is it a coffin? Thanks to the state for not forcing him to be cremated. Wang Chen has woken up, but he doesn't want to open his eyes. Now someone is talking in his ear. A young boy, who had not changed his voice, said in fear, ”master, the flesh coffin of the great living God is shining!”
”It's the Dharma body of the great God of China's survival and salvation!” a slightly old voice sounded, and then came the sound of his slapping on the young man's scalp.
”You evil disciple!” later, the old voice scolded: ”they all told us that this iron coffin is the treasure we inherited from the lower Maoshan mountain, and the ancestral magic weapon. Our ancestors of Maoshan realized the magic of refining and driving away the corpse only after they got the coffin of the heaven to survive and save the world. How dare you move the ancestral heavy weapon... I won't kill you evil disciple!”
”Don't I just want to re understand the ancestral magic from this iron coffin?” the young man said wrongly.
”Shifu, you said we were the direct descendants of Mao mountain, but the Taoist priest of Taiqing temple on Phoenix Mountain said that we pretended to replace their Mao mountain Dharma. He also said that Shifu, you don't even have an ultimatum. You're a fake Taoist. He said that we just eat dead people's food and pick up bones for people's mortuaries. We're not from Mao mountain at all.”
”Nonsense!” the old man puffed his beard and stared angrily, gasping for breath: ”They lost the magic handed down by the founder of the ninth Duke and let those people in Nanjing Chaotian Palace take away. Instead, they blamed us for our lineage and drove us out of the Shangqing palace. Originally, our best skill in Maoshan was the autopsy of the Yin God. Now they say that those of us who still adhere to the ancestral magic are evil ways! How unreasonable!”
”My teacher's palace is dead. We also want to see the day when we go down to Maoshan, find our ancestral magic, and drive the golden armor corpse to the Qing palace!”
After hearing this, the young man said angrily, ”master Jiugong can understand the magic from the coffin of the living emperor. Why can't we?” he said excitedly: ”When we understand the thirteen methods of corpse path from the legacy of our ancestors, we will be able to reproduce the grand occasion of going down to Maoshan and commanding the Zhengyi temple in the three Southeast provinces! Considering the ancestral rules, when the people in the Qing palace come to the door, should we let them humiliate us?”
”Shangqing palace comes to the door?” the old teacher Gong keenly noticed what, and asked anxiously, ”what's wrong with you, evil disciple? Why do you come to the door in Shangqing palace for no reason? Did you tell me about the treasure left by your ancestor?”
The young man suddenly became frightened and hesitated: ”the Taoists in the Shangqing palace laughed at us. I was so angry that...”
In a hurry, the teacher Gong shook his hand and slapped his little apprentice. He roared: ”You... You're confused! We have no right and no power. Let Shangqing palace know. Are there any more lives for our teachers and disciples? You dislike us for picking up bones for the dead. Did Shifu forget you? With this little skill left by our ancestors, although our teachers and disciples are despised by others, we have no worries about food and clothing.”
”But did you want to be a teacher when you broke into great trouble?”
Then the teacher Gong trotted all the way and said to the apprentice, ”if it weren't for me, you would be an unworthy apprentice. You are my poor sister and the only son... I... alas! Pack up your things and run before the people in Shangqing palace come.”
The little disciple six gods had no master and said, ”Uncle... No, master! What about the ancestral treasure?”
”In those days, the ninth grandfather saw the comet fall to the ground at night and found the coffin three days into the mountain. He learned our corpse magic from the immortal corpse inside... The coffin was made of Taibai refined gold and weighs more than 18000 kg. The ninth grandfather spent a lot of effort to dig it out of the mountain. Now in a hurry, he moved it. Put it here! We'll find a hidden place later The place is buried! ”
”I'll come back later... Anyway, I must not fall into the hands of those traitors.”
In the coffin, Wang Chen youyou opened her eyes and took a deep breath - is this a TV play outside? Or is it a three-dimensional surround sound? I heard that some funeral industries have made refrigerated coffins and networked coffins to meet the needs of various customers after they die. What's the joke: even if I die, I have to scream with my withered throat: mobile phone, Charge and connect WiFi.