White Bone Monkey King

Next.

A group of people came to the white coffin.

The white coffin was used quite grandly.

The coffin looks very thick at first glance.

The old Taoist priest seemed to see the thoughts in Jin An's eyes and took the initiative to explain:

"Looking at the texture of this coffin, it should be made of iron birch."

"Iron birch is famous for being as hard as iron and cannot be cut with swords. It is mostly used in the construction of palaces, temples, and wealthy residences, so it is also called the King of Wood and is rare in number."

"The scarcity of iron birch wood means that it has been made for a long time, so iron birch wood is not something ordinary people can afford."

"Those who can afford iron birch wood are either rich or noble."

"And for someone who can make a coffin out of iron birch, the identity of the person buried in this coffin must be of great importance."

"This is also the reason why I don't let the Lin family dig up the coffin and burn the corpse, crushing the bones and scattering the ashes. First, strange things will happen to rich and wealthy families. I am worried that the people buried in this coffin died in an unknown and easy way. Secondly, I am worried that I have done too much. If the family of the owner of the coffin comes to visit me in the future, the Lin family may not be able to withstand the disaster..."

After Jin An heard this, he couldn't help but look at the old magic stick next to him.

Although the other party was a bit unreliable, he actually asked him, an ordinary person, to go to the graveyard in the middle of the night wearing red clothes to carry the corpse...

He is still doubtful whether he has real ability.

But the old magic stick's heart is actually not bad.

suddenly!

Jin An let out a surprised look!

Because when you look at the white coffin up close, there are many little details that you didn't notice when you looked at it from a distance.

"Why is there... ink bullet string on this white coffin?"

"Did you, Taoist priest, play it?"

With outsiders present, Jin An did not directly call the old Taoist priest the old magic stick.

Although Jin An has never seen what the Mo Dou bullet thread looks like, he has seen the movie Uncle Jiu.

Anyone who knows Uncle Jiu will know what this thing looks like, and there is no need to popularize it.

So Jin An recognized the traces of the ink fountain's thread at a glance.

However, the color of the ink fountain line on the surface of the white coffin has faded a lot.

No wonder Jin An didn't notice it carefully at first.

Facing Jin An's question, the old Taoist priest's next answer surprised Jin An, because it actually involved people from the Buddhist sect.

The old Taoist priest bent down and scraped a piece of moist grave soil on the surface of the white coffin with his little finger nail. He then handed it to Jin An and asked Jin An if he had discovered anything.

Jin Anxin thought that the old magician would not make fun of him by doing useless work, so he took a closer look, and he really found out that this piece of moisture tomb soil was different.

Jin An was surprised: "Why are there pigment particles similar to gold paint in this grave soil?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head: "This is not ordinary gold paint, nor is it the cinnabar ink spring thread commonly used by Taoists, but the golden body of a Buddhist monk after he was enthroned."

"People in Buddhism pay attention to the most rigid, yang and strong. They are also known as the Vajra God of Mahayana Buddhism that 'does not take in the six worlds and ten thousand dharmas and is indestructible'. Little brother, you can imagine that the golden body of a generation of eminent monks has the ability to ward off evil spirits. The pure Buddha's light that slays demons is impervious to all evil, and its evil-repelling effect is no worse than that of cinnabar."

Jin An feels the same way.

Buddha: Fahai, you are too violent.

Fahai: I can tell at a glance that you are not human! Bold monster! I want you to show your true colors!

The mighty heavenly dragon, the world-honored Ksitigarbha...Buddha, suddenly!

Buddhas in Lingshan: Bold Dharma Sea!

Fa Hai: Bold and evil! How dare you pretend to be Lingshan Daleiyin Temple! The mighty heavenly dragon, the World-Honored Ksitigarbha, took off his cassock...all the Buddhas in Lingshan suddenly!

Jin An's mind is now full of Zhao Wenzhuo Fahai's lines.

…

…

The old Taoist priest's expression became more solemn as he spoke: "The golden paint in the soil of this grave was stuck from the ink spring line on the surface of the white coffin."

"There was once a Buddhist monk who filled the white coffin with gold lacquer and ink lines using the golden body left behind by the Buddhist monk after he passed away. This was used to seal the contents of the white coffin and prevent the corpse inside from escaping. "

As soon as Jin An heard what the old Taoist said, the cold hairs on his back and neck stood up like needle points.

"Could this golden paint be the ashes of the golden body?" Jin An subconsciously took a few steps back, farther away from the piece of grave soil on the little finger of the old Taoist priest.

No matter what, living people have a natural reaction and horror towards things belonging to the dead.

"Although Taoists and Buddhists both use ink-treading thread to hold corpses and seal coffins, Taoists make good use of cinnabar ink-tab thread, while Buddhists make good use of gold lacquer ink-tab thread."

"If I encounter a sealed coffin handled by an expert again in the future, I can use these details to identify whether the person who suppressed the corpse is a Taoist or a Buddhist."

"Master Taoist, that's wrong. Why do I see that all the ink fountain spring threads on the coffin cover are all broken? This coffin...have you ever opened the coffin?" Jin An noticed another detail.

When the old Taoist priest heard this, his expression was awe-inspiring and serious: "When the Lin family dug out the coffin, the old Taoist had already discovered this detail. But now the arrow is on the string and we have to send it. Since we have dug out the coffin, we can only carry the coffin back first. Afterwards, the expert would tie the cinnabar ink pipe thread again."

Jin An: "..."

Why did he suddenly feel like he was on a pirate ship?

It clearly looks like an ordinary white coffin from a distance.

Who would have thought that so much trouble would happen.

This is another example of a Buddhist monk sealing a coffin, another example of a dove occupying someone else's cemetery, and another example of someone lifting the lid of a coffin...

What the hell...

"Man-made good deeds are far away even if they do not lead to disaster, and man-made evil deeds are far away even though they do not lead to good fortune..." Jin An began to mutter in his mouth.

"Little brother, what are you mumbling about?"

Jin An didn't answer.

Instead, he took a bamboo stick from the Lin family and prepared to carry the coffin with the Lin family.

As a precaution.

This time, there are still six people to carry the coffin.

Jin An replaced one of them, and he became the leader at the forefront. According to the parlance of the coffin bearers, he is now the leader.

The old Taoist priest performed rituals for a while and recited several passages of salvation scriptures. The general meaning was that he had no intention of offending the deceased in the coffin, but was just moving the hole for him, so that he would be buried well and he would not be treated badly.

Anyway, let me say a lot of good things first.

As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling man.

Because this process has been done once before when carrying the coffin for the first time, so this time the process is simple.

The old Taoist priest finished the ritual hastily. This time he also learned to insert three sticks of incense in the coffin. He rang the requiem bell in his hand: "Lift the coffin!"

Then they saw six people crouching down on their horses. Under the leadership of Jin An, they all carried the coffin with all their strength and got up... Who would have thought, an accident would happen!

The white coffin, which was tightly bound by six two-finger thick hemp ropes, was hanging in the air and shaking violently. The six people's steps were unsteady and their bodies were swaying. They saw that the white coffin was about to fall to the ground again.

The old Taoist priest's lips trembled in fear.