Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1283 People Light Candles, Ghosts Blow Lamps.

Even she doesn't know how to make it, but it is true that only people with evil intentions like Xian Wang can make such cruel techniques.

It's no wonder that some of the Yiling clan's techniques have been lost. It turned out that they were taken away by the King Xian back then.

"In order to become an immortal, it's so cruel." Jin Tingxiao lowered his brows slightly, unable to see any emotion: "If you say that, King Xian had already died back then, so how could he be resurrected after thousands of years? He still ascended?"

He thought it was ridiculous.

When he was in the underworld back then, he had heard the young man in white say that all people, even monks, as long as they have not yet become immortals, their souls will definitely enter the underworld after death.

And after the king died, it was impossible for his soul to remain in the world for so many years. If so, even if someone opened the coffin in the future and he was resurrected, he would be a walking dead.

It is zongzi.

Fu Yuejun stretched out his fingers, brushed the mysterious runes with his fingertips, and said with a smile: "It doesn't rule out that he used a method similar to Hideo Abe's to keep his soul in his body."

This is not impossible. At that time, it was still in the pre-Qin period. At that time, there should have been many mysterious techniques, which were much more sophisticated than now.

"That's not true. At that time, it was almost impossible to keep the soul in the world." Sang Ling shook his head and said, "Because it is to contend with the laws of the underworld, and it must be exchanged with the underworld at a certain price." , to use the big formation to keep the soul."

That's what Abe Hideo did. If he wanted to keep the soul, he had to use a formation. If the soul was sealed in the coffin, then there must be a spirit lock formation in this place.

But she didn't see all the formations here.

Obviously not like this.

Sang Ling always felt that they had overlooked something, but for a while, she didn't know where to look for it.

"That means, there are blood rice dumplings inside?" Jin Tingxiao raised his eyebrows, his thin lips slightly raised, and looked at the Tai Sui coffin, obviously a little interested in this matter.

"You two are indeed husband and wife, you have such unique tastes!"

Sang Ling was making sarcastic remarks leisurely and complacently. Now that she thinks about it, she thinks there is no such thing as a god or a god. These two people are very similar in essence.

They are all very bad!
Fu Yuejun narrowed his eyes: "Stop being sarcastic, do you want to open the coffin?"

She looked at the black coffin made by Tai Sui again. The texture was the same as that of agarwood. The complicated and simple inner and outer coffins, and the uneven reliefs revealed an indescribable sense of vicissitudes and evil.

It seems that in the coffin, there is a secret that has been dusted for thousands of years.

Fu Yuejun didn't wait for Sang Ling to answer, so she continued to walk forward, but was dragged back by Sang Ling. She took out a candle from her backpack and walked towards the southeast corner.

"Why are you lighting candles?" Fu Yuejun expressed puzzlement.

Sang Ling said solemnly while lighting candles: "This is the rule of the Mojin School. People light candles and ghosts blow lamps. It is a contract between the living and the dead. It has been passed down for thousands of years without exception. obey!"

Those who touch gold will light a candle in the southeast corner of the tomb when they are fighting. If the flame is unstable or turns blue, or if it is extinguished directly, they will withdraw quickly and do not take anything.

If everything is normal, then naturally it can continue.

While speaking, a cluster of flames flickered in the tomb, and it did not go out for a long time. Seeing this scene, Sang Ling breathed a sigh of relief: "The ancestor agreed with us to open the coffin."

This is naturally psychological comfort.

She felt that the ancestors lying in it had already turned into blood dumplings.

(End of this chapter)