Chapter 814 (2/2)
I didn't expect that there was such a service in the coffin!
Wang Chen opened his eyes and saw that on the glass plate less than 30 cm from his chest, a Taoist boy with a bun stared at him in horror. He didn't have time to praise the high-end and atmospheric grade of the coffin. He had a three-dimensional 3D screen, so he saw the Taoist boy scream.
”Master, the great heavenly master pretended to be a corpse!”
Looking at the little Taoist boy's snot and tears on his face, Wang Chen felt funny. He stretched out his hand and pushed it. The screen in front of him suddenly slid open a gap three fingers in size. The little Taoist boy was quick in his eyes and hands. He held the ”coffin” and shouted:
”Pretending to be a corpse! Dying! The coffin of the great God of life can't hold!”
”Smelly boy! What a surprise!” the teacher palace angrily walked around the front hall. Just about to scold the little apprentice, he saw the heavenly Buddha Dharma body in the treasure left by his ancestral master, pushed open the crystal cover on the surface of the iron coffin, got up and sat up.
Teacher Gong's eyes turned white and he was about to faint.
The little apprentice hurried over and choked Shifu's people, crying and Howling: ”Shifu, you can't die... What can I do if you die. We Maoshan have trained a flying night fork even in the ninth father's place, and now even the gods have pretended to be dead. What can I do, apprentice? Shifu...”
Looking at the little Taoist child crying like death and life, listening to the dialect that is a bit like Minnan dialect, Wang Chen doesn't know whether to disturb their teachers and disciples. He looks back and knows why they call themselves the great God of China's survival and salvation! On the lid of the iron coffin, it is impressively written - the Republic of China's multi-dimensional universe, the Salvation Army's rescue and subsistence warehouse.
Although they are simplified characters, they should also understand the ancient Chinese dress and familiar dialect of the two people in front of them.
”Cough!” Wang Chen coughed twice and said, ”excuse me. What Dynasty is it now?”
”Don't eat me!” the little apprentice cried and collapsed on the teacher's palace. Instead, it was the pain of the teacher's palace people pinched by the land. The pain woke up. When he heard the ”great heavenly master” who pretended to be a corpse speak, he was still in the accent of the capital, but he was not so afraid! If they can speak human words, they are not zombies, not zombies - then their teachers and disciples can still live.
He trembled and hugged Wang Chen and said, ”the emperor goes up again. Now it's the Ming Dynasty...”
Wang Chen's eyes lit up when he heard the ”great Ming Dynasty”... I'm -- through?
But looking at the ”iron coffin” under his body, this shape of the life support warehouse is not too science fiction, but according to the words of the master and apprentice, it seems that he has been sleeping in the life support warehouse for a long time. The science and technology tree that can be pointed out by this kind of space travel, the life dormant warehouse, is not something that can be used by those who were born in the early 21st century and suffered major disasters.
And what the hell is this multi-dimensional Republic of China?
What is the salvation army? Another name for the PLA?
It's a bit non mainstream to ride through the subsistence warehouse by yourself! Moreover, the ninth master can understand the way of knitting from the subsistence warehouse!
”Zhu Yuanzhang's great Ming Dynasty!” in order to prevent another Ming Dynasty in the foreign world, Wang Chen asked specially, and then asked, ”what's the year now?”
”To heaven.” when the old Taoist master Gong heard Zhu Yuanzhang's three words, his eyebrows trembled slightly. He also imitated the appearance of a senior official in the drama, bowed his hands and said, ”today's year is the 41st year of Wanli!”