Holy Bone

Chapter 22 Dawei Tianlong!World Honored Earth Store!
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A group of people came to the white coffin.

The white coffin was used quite grandly.

The coffin looked very thick.

The old Taoist 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 it can't be cut by swords. It is mostly used to build palaces, temples, and houses of wealthy families, so it is also called the King of Wood, and the number is rare."

"Iron birch wood is rare and expensive, so iron birch wood is not something that ordinary people can afford."

"People who can afford iron birch are either rich or expensive."

"And those who can make a coffin out of iron birch, the identity of the person buried in this coffin must be no trivial matter."

"This is also the reason why I don't let the Lin family dig up the coffin and burn the corpse, and the bones are thrown into ashes. First, strange things will happen to the rich and noble family. I am worried that the people buried in this coffin will die inexplicably and easily. The second is that I am worried that I have done too much, and if the family of the master in the coffin comes to the door one day later, the Lin family may not be able to stop the catastrophe..."

After Jin An heard this, he involuntarily glanced at the old magic stick beside him.

Although the other party is a little unreliable in his work, he actually found him, an ordinary person, who ran to the grave in the middle of the night in red to carry his body...

Whether he has the real ability, he is still doubtful.

But the old man's heart is actually not bad.

suddenly!

Jin An snorted in surprise!
Because of the white coffin viewed from a close distance, there are many small details that were not noticed before when viewed from a distance.

"How come there are... ink bucket threads on this white coffin?"

"Dao Master did you play it?"

With outsiders present, Jin An did not directly call the old Taoist an old god.

Although Jin An has never actually seen it, what the Mo Dou bullet line looks like, but he has seen Jiu Shu's movie.

Anyone who knows Ninth Uncle knows what this thing looks like, no science at all.

So Jin An recognized the traces of the ink bucket's bullet line at a glance.

It's just that the color of the ink fountain line on the surface of the white coffin has faded a lot.

No wonder Jin An didn't pay attention to it at first.

Facing Jin An's question, the old Taoist's next answer surprised Jin An, because it actually involved a Buddhist.

Seeing the old Taoist bent down, he scratched a piece of damp gravel on the surface of the white coffin with his pinky fingernail, and then handed it to Jin An and asked Jin An what he found?
Jin Anxin thought that the old magic stick would not do useless work to joke with him, so he looked closely, and he really found the difference of this damp grave.

Jin An was surprised: "How come there are pigment particles like gold paint in this grave?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head: "This is not ordinary gold paint, nor is it the cinnabar ink bucket used by Taoists, but the golden body of a Buddhist monk after being seated."

"People in Buddhism, pay attention to the most rigid, the sun and the fierce, and are also known as the Mahayana Buddha Dharma Vajra deity who "does not take the six dusts and ten thousand dharmas, and can't destroy them". Little brother can imagine that the golden body of a generation of eminent monks is able to ward off evil spirits. The pure Buddha's light of slaughtering demons is invulnerable to all evils, and the effect of warding off evil spirits is no worse than that of cinnabar."

Jin An felt the same way.

Buddha: Fahai, you are too hostile.

Fahai: I can see at a glance that you are not human!Bold monster!I want you to show up!
The mighty Tianlong, the World Honored Earth Store... Buddha, suddenly!
Lingshan Buddhas: Bold Fahai!
Fahai: Bold monster!How dare you fake Lingshan Daleiyin Temple!The mighty Tianlong, the World Honored Ksitigarbha, and the cassocks are gone... the Buddhas of Lingshan, suddenly!
Jin An is now full of Zhao Wenzhuo's Fahai lines.

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The old Taoist's expression became more and more solemn: "The gold paint in this tomb was glued down from the ink bucket on the surface of the white coffin."

"There was once an eminent Buddhist monk who used the golden body left by the eminent Buddhist monk after he was seated, and filled this white coffin with gold lacquer and ink bucket lines to seal the contents of the white coffin and prevent the corpse inside from running out. "

When Jin An heard the old Taoist priest's words, the cold hairs on the back of his neck stood up like the tip of a needle.

"This golden lacquer, shouldn't it be the ashes of the golden body?" Jin An subconsciously took a few steps back, away from the grave on the old Taoist's little finger.

In any case, the living have a natural sense of disgust and horror at the things of the dead.

"Although Daoists and Buddhists both use the ink-bow thread in the methods of squatting corpses and sealing coffins, the Taoists make good use of the cinnabar ink thread, and the Buddhists make good use of the gold lacquer ink thread."

"If the little brother encounters a coffin sealed by an expert in the future, you can use this detail to identify whether it is a Taoist person or a Buddhist person who shot the corpse."

"The Taoist priest is wrong, how can I see that the ink buckets on the cover of this coffin are all broken? This coffin... Did you open the coffin?" Jin An noticed another detail.

Hearing the words, the old Taoist looked awe-inspiring and serious: "When the Lin family dug up the coffin, the old Taoist had already discovered this detail. But now the arrow is on the string and it has to be sent. Since the coffin has been dug out by us, we can only carry the coffin back first. Afterwards, the old Taoist will re-tie the cinnabar ink bucket thread again."

Jin An: "..."

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

Obviously, it looks like an ordinary white coffin from a distance.

Who would have thought that there would be so many nonsense.

This is again when a Buddhist monk seals the coffin, another is the burial ground of someone else's house, and the lid of the coffin has been lifted by someone...

I'm so...

"Although human-made good and fortune have not been brought to disaster, they have been far away, and although human-made evil has not been brought to good fortune, they have been far away..." Jin An began to mutter for a while.

"Little brother, what are you grumbling about?"

Jin An did not answer.

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

To be cautious.

The candidates to carry the coffin this time are still six people.

Jin An replaced one of them, and he became the leader who walked at the forefront. According to the language of the coffin-carrying people, he is now the leader.

The old Taoist priest did some rituals and recited a few paragraphs of supernatural scriptures. The general meaning was that he did not intend to offend the deceased in the coffin, but just moved the acupoints for him.

Anyway, a lot of good things to say.

As the saying goes, stretch out your hand and don't make fun of the smiling person.

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

The old Taoist finished the ritual hastily, and this time he also learned to insert three incense sticks in the seam of the coffin, and shook the requiem bell in his hand: "Open the coffin!"

Then I saw six people squatting on their horses, led by the leader Jin An, they all lifted the coffin with all their strength, and lifted up... Unexpectedly, a sudden accident happened!

The white coffin, which was tightly bound by six two-fingered hemp ropes, was suspended in the air and shook violently.

The old Taoist trembled with fright.

(End of this chapter)