White Bone Monkey King

boom!

The coffin lid hit the ground hard, sending up dust.

Lying inside the black coffin was the corpse of an old man. The corpse did not show any signs of decay as expected. The skin was bluish white, the eyes were sewn shut with black thread, and the facial expression showed sadness and longing for his life.

It looks like the eyelid wound is a bit swollen. It was sewn up with needle and thread while he was still alive.

The person who borrowed the knife sealed the coffin again, put away the body water, and jumped out of the cave with the black coffin on his shoulders.

With cold eyes, he walked to Jin An, who was lying motionless, and smashed the Tianling Cap with one palm. Feeling uneasy, he slapped the back of the heart, which shattered people's hearts. Then he left the Mingdian and quickly disappeared into the thick darkness. inside.

Carrying a thousand kilograms of black coffin on his shoulders, the swordsman went around seven times and eight times, bypassing one team after another of night watchmen, and finally climbed over the wall and entered a deep courtyard.

Immediately, several people came out to help, spreading lime powder in the open space, setting up benches, and setting up tarpaulins to block the moonlight, and then asked the creditor to put down the black coffin.

"How is it? Is everything going well?" Several people asked with concern.

After the knife owner put down the black coffin, he patted the coffin proudly: "Don't you feel at ease when I do things? Everything is as expected by the Immortal. I'll invite you into the urn with one move. The one who broke the Immortal is in Fenghuang Town, Jiutou Mountain, Xicai Village, the little Taoist priest who created the Animal Cult, really tried to let his soul enter my dream and peek into my inner secrets. Now my soul is trapped in the talisman given by the immortal, and my physical body has been shattered by me. Death is certain."

"So smooth? Didn't anything else happen along the way?"

"What do you mean, are you questioning my ability to do things?"

"That's not what I meant. I just thought things would go too smoothly? I always feel a little uneasy."

"Hmph, are you trying to say that you are questioning the master's plan and you are not as considerate as you are?" The person who borrowed the knife snorted coldly with a very unhappy look on his face.

"Okay, we are all grasshoppers on the same rope, and everyone will be prosperous. You know that Master Lingjing doesn't mean this, so you should stop saying a few words and be careful about sailing the ten thousand year ship. In case we Complete the task assigned to us by the Supreme Immortal. The Supreme Immortal is a Venerable of the Three Realms. Even the hundred thousand people in Fucheng cannot satisfy the anger of the Venerable Three Realms!" This time the speaker was not a person, but someone placed in the lobby. of a statue of a god.

It was a statue of a golden god, and I don’t know which golden god it was enshrined in. However, those who could hang out with these cow ghosts and snake gods were most likely not righteous gods, but wild folk gods.

It seems that this golden statue is the person in charge of the people present. If the person who borrowed the knife did not want to disobey the golden statue, did he ask Liu Tao to catch it?

One of them pointed to the sack on the side.

The knifeman opened the sack and poured out a man whose limbs, joints and spine had been broken, and who had been twisted into a ball like a twist.

It was Liu Tao.

Liu Tao is still alive, but he is dying. His eyes are scattered and unfocused. It is obvious that he suffered inhuman pain after his hands, feet and spine were broken, and his mental will has completely collapsed.

The person who borrowed the knife sneered: "Didn't you say that there is only one kind of disease in this world called poverty disease? But you know that there is another kind of death in this world called life is worse than death, which is more torturous than poverty disease. Do you think anyone can take it? Shantao, now that I have taken over, you will stay with me in the coffin shop whether you are alive or dead. We, the people who sell knives on credit, always speak the word "honesty" in the world. The last thing we see is people like you who don't keep their word and don't keep their word."

The person who borrowed the knife was just about to wipe off Liu Tao's neck with a kitchen knife and bleed Liu Tao like a chicken. However, when Liu Tao saw the person who borrowed the knife, he was frightened to death on the spot.

The knife owner, who had nowhere to vent his anger, cursed, "What a damn bad luck." His face turned dark.

At this time, the golden statue spoke again: "Fellow Blood Spirit Taoist, blacksmith, you and the knife dealer will confirm that the body is refined in the coffin. After confirming that it is correct, put it into the immortal painting and send it to the Immortal Mountain."

Among these people are knife dealers, blacksmiths, mirror masters, fishermen, and fortune tellers, all of which are the most common professions among the people. They are scattered throughout the city, working for Bulaoshan.

Fellow Taoist Blood Spirit is that physiognomist.

The blacksmith is tall and majestic, with bulging muscles like rocks. He has a powerful appearance, piercing eyes, and a long breath. At first glance, he is a master of both internal and external martial arts.

As for the fairy painting they are talking about, it is a scroll of landscape painting hanging behind the golden statue of the god.

If the old Taoist priest were here, he would definitely exclaim that this landscape painting is exactly the same as the landscape paintings he got in Fenghuang Town and Xicai Village.

However, if you look closely, you can still see something different. There is an additional figure on the top of the mountain in this landscape painting. Among the vast high clouds, it looks like a Nine Heavens Immortal looking up at the sky. His temperament is as ethereal as a banished immortal. He is bright, pure and spotless, as if he is watching the sky. He raised his head and looked at the Heavenly Palace in the distance, wanting to ride the wind back home.

If the mountains are not high, there will be immortals, and if the water is not deep, there will be dragons.

A landscape painting, with the addition of a fairy's back, immediately changes its artistic conception, and seems to lead to a more profound mystery.

Following the instructions from the golden statue, the blacksmith and fortune teller accompanied the knife dealer to open the coffin and prepare to inspect the body in the coffin again.

The knife owner, who originally wanted to dismember Liu Tao's body to vent his anger, spat on Liu Tao's body, then turned around to open the coffin.

Just as they approached the black coffin, the Taoist Master Xue Ling was suddenly startled. He turned around and solemnly asked the knife dealer: "Did you notice anything unusual when you were digging for corpses in the coffin shop?"

Others asked what happened?

The fortune teller found paper and a pen, and wrote a few words on the paper with an extremely serious expression: "This coffin has been moved."

The person who borrowed the knife took the paper and pen and wrote that he opened the coffin and inspected the body when he was at the coffin shop.

The fortune teller shook his head with a serious expression and wrote again: "That's not what I meant. The ink line on this coffin was damaged and then popped up again, deliberately creating the illusion that the coffin had not been touched. Before today, this black ink line was The coffin has already been moved."

What!

Everyone was surprised.

The person who borrowed the knife frowned and wrote: "Speaking of this, there is indeed one detail that is wrong. The amount of corpse oil dripping from the coffin seems to be a bit small. The corpse has been buried underground for ten years, and the amount of corpse oil dripping from corpse refining elsewhere seems to be shallow. One level..."

"At that time, I mistakenly thought that the body in the coffin had changed, so I opened the coffin to check. I saw that the body was still there and there was no abnormality, so I brought it back."

Telegrapher: "Are you sure the body inside is still there?"

The knife owner nodded affirmatively.

The fortune teller walked around the coffin, thinking about something, and then asked the blacksmith to prepare some coffin nails, the fisherman to prepare a French bag, and the mirror master to prepare a spiritual mirror.

After all these things were prepared, the fortune teller told everyone how to do it one by one.

"Master Spiritual Mirror, point the yin-yang inversion mirror at the head of the coffin, reverse the yin and yang, and freeze the coffin." The yin-yang inversion mirror is a floor-to-ceiling mirror as tall as a person, which can just illuminate the entire coffin.

"If something goes wrong when you open the coffin later, fisherman, you use a French net to cover the coffin. In short, don't let the contents of the coffin escape." The French net is a large hemp rope net soaked with unknown red paint, and is used every time. Each mesh is filled with Five Emperors copper coins and yellow talismans, which can not only trap people but also eliminate evil spirits.

"Blacksmith, please be flexible. Later, you can use coffin nails to seal the dead person in the coffin or seal the coffin according to the situation." The blacksmith is also a ruthless person. He cuts the palm of his hand with coffin nails and smears the coffin nails with his own hot blood. During martial arts training, People's Qi and blood are strong and can suppress evil things.

Even the fortune teller himself made some preparations and took out the soul-binding flags and corpse-suppressing talismans.

These things were all done silently. After all the preparations were made, the fortune teller sneered: "It's best that I'm paranoid. If there is something really wrong in this coffin, with so many magic weapons, no matter whether it is a living person or a dead person, You have to sit back and wait for death."

The hard work of opening the coffin was left to the person who borrowed the knife, but the person who borrowed the knife didn't complain. As he pushed open the heavy coffin lid, the fortune teller, without saying a word, patted the person's forehead with the corpse suppressing charm in his hand.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the spiritual mirror master behind him exclaimed: "Something is wrong. My Yin-Yang Reversal Mirror cannot illuminate the person in the coffin! No one, dead or living, can escape from my Yin-Yang Reversal Mirror! Unless The coffin is empty, there is no one at all!”

But the few people surrounding the coffin clearly saw a dead man lying in the coffin.

At this time, there was a bright golden light in the house, and the golden statue of the god bloomed with brilliant golden light, like golden clouds covering the top of the coffin. A human face appeared in the golden clouds to see what was inside the coffin.

The blacksmith was the second person to react. Without saying a word, he raised the coffin nails and drove them into the limbs and joints of the person inside the coffin.

clang!

The coffin nails burst out with fire, but the first hammer didn't nail it in. The blacksmith tried harder to nail it, and click!

The coffin nails, two fingers thick, broke unexpectedly this time.

The limbs and joints of the person in the coffin are still intact, and the body is harder than diamond.

The faces of everyone present changed greatly, and they wanted to turn around and ask the person who borrowed the knife who had brought him back, but they didn't know that the person who borrowed the knife suddenly fell to his knees with his head in his hands, screaming with a splitting headache.

Changes occurred one after another, and the others temporarily ignored the person who borrowed the knife. The blacksmith quickly lifted the lid of the coffin and sealed it again with coffin nails.

The fisherman threw out the French net bag in his hand, and the strong hemp rope net tightly wrapped the coffin.

Even the golden clouds in the sky turned into a golden mountain and pressed heavily on the coffin. The golden mountain seemed to have a huge weight. Several long benches were overwhelmed and were crushed on the spot, and the coffin fell heavily to the ground.

Boom!

The coffin was torn apart and exploded, filling the air with smoke and dust. A figure stood up straight with a corpse-killing charm on his forehead.

not good! It’s a scam! This is everyone's idea, take action decisively.

Little did they know what they were facing now. The blacksmith relied on his internal and external strength and strong body, so he rushed forward first. However, his punch failed to move the opponent at all. The person in the coffin slapped the blacksmith's ribs in half, causing his chest to collapse. It flew backwards at extremely high speed like a black cannonball, knocking down a large brick wall continuously.

The fortune tellers, fishermen, and spiritual mirror masters all came out with magic weapons, such as soul-binding flags, magic whips, and magic mirrors to greet them.

The result was that these magic weapons, just like the blacksmith, were all slapped away and shattered into pieces in mid-air. The next moment, the three of them followed in the blacksmith's footsteps and were slapped away and seriously injured.

All are defeated by one move.

At this time, the golden statue grew like a shadow, instantly changing from a one-foot golden statue to a tall golden statue, trying to prevent the figure in the dust from chasing his companions. As a result, this golden statue with a golden body covered with golden light was also not an enemy. It was slapped on the head, and its body was destroyed. It turned back into a one-foot-long headless statue and fell to the ground.

Click!

The headless golden statue was broken into several pieces.

"Who are you!" Everyone in the house was horrified. What kind of person did they provoke this time?

Poof!

The figure in the dust did not say a word or answer. The corpse-suppressing talisman attached to his forehead burned without fire and turned into ashes. He walked out of the dust and silently walked to the person who borrowed the knife. He raised his hands and knelt on the ground to hold his head. The screaming man was struck with a knife in front of his forehead.

The man who borrowed the knife had dull eyes and just let him do whatever he wanted.

A line like a spiritual talisman appeared on the forehead of the man with the credit knife. As it continued to flash, the lines of the spiritual talisman became clearer and clearer, and a spiritual talisman was gradually taken out from the forehead.

As the magic talisman was taken out, the man with the knife was like a deflated rubber ball, lying limply on the ground, lifeless.

This spiritual talisman is sealed in the human body, using the person's life essence as nourishment, constantly nourishing the spirituality of the spiritual talisman, and has already integrated with the host. As the talisman was forcibly pulled out, the brain in the head was smashed, and the vitality was cut off.

Peng!

With a pinch of the palm, the magic talisman turned into fragments, and a ray of spiritual energy flew back into the old man's body. Then, the old man's figure changed and turned into Jin An's appearance.

"It's you! The Taoist priest from Wu Zang Taoist Temple!"

"Why didn't you die!"

"When did you discover the body under the coffin?"

Everyone present turned pale with horror. They were coughing up blood because of their anger. They said angrily: "You continue to destroy the good deeds of the master. Bulao Mountain will never let you go to the Five Zang Taoist Temple! You, a small Five Zang Taoist Temple, can't even dare to do it." If we are offended, the master will definitely come to the city in person and wash the Taoist temple with blood to avenge us!"

Just when Jin An was crushing the magic talisman, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared on the scroll hanging in the high hall. The back of the banished immortal standing on the top of the mountain looking at the sky came to life, and he turned his head to look at Jin An as if he was sensing something.

Then, a voice that seemed to come from the sky, carrying boundless mighty power, and also seemed to carry the supreme majesty that could not violate the will, said: "How come there is still a third realm in Jiangzhou Prefecture?"

"A mere lead-mercury holy fetus with a soul attached to the magic dares to use an ax in front of Benshang Immortal. Come here."

The two words "not fast nor slow" were as heavy as carrying the divine way. Jin'an, who had undergone the transformation of the holy fetus of lead and mercury, could not help but take a step forward, unable to violate the supreme decree of banishing the immortal.

But at this moment, thunder suddenly struck in the clear night sky, and the power of the god was overwhelming, overwhelming everything.

"roll!"

Boom!

A thunderbolt struck the house heavily, heading straight for the banished immortal on the scroll.

It’s the lightning of the Five Thunder Evil-Slaying Talisman!

At the same time, a rainbow light flew closer, and it was Jin An himself who came to the house in person. He raised his hand to withdraw his distraction and lead-mercury holy embryo, and looked at the banished immortal man on the top of the picture scroll mountain with cold eyes.