The Secret History of Xuanmen

Chapter 71 Celestial Master
At this critical moment, Liu Qianshou threw out his own point of view, which can be described as a slanted sword. Obviously, those who can join this team seem to be mediocre, but in fact they all have a few brushes.

Hearing Liu Qianshou's words, Zhu Laoba didn't panic anymore, and he immediately said: "It makes sense, the person in the coffin tried his best but couldn't break free from the shackles, which shows how fierce the dragon formation in this tomb is. We These few people's chances of winning are really too low, if they can share the good fortune here, that would be great!"

Soon, the barefoot doctor Li Fusheng, who had always been taciturn, also echoed: "That's right, take a step back, even if we make a move and release the man in the coffin, so what? It's so old now It’s no longer the feudal era where the emperor alone can command the world. Even if the person in the coffin is really an ancient emperor, can he really promise us ten generations of glory?”

Li Fusheng's words can be said to be the final word, and the balance of whether to make a move suddenly tilted. They obviously advocated not to make a move, and immediately found a way to leave.

But at this time, Qin Changfeng said: "What you said makes sense, but I always feel that something is wrong. We were guided here by the tomb spirit corpse for thousands of miles. If we don't help, can we really retreat?"

This Qin Changfeng seems to have something to say, as the organizer of the operation of the imperial tomb, he obviously knows more information, but he has not fully shared it.

In the end, they looked at Grandpa again, signaling Grandpa to finalize his decision.

Only then did Grandpa say: "First of all, what Old Liu said is right. This is indeed a strange acupoint in the world. Our blood has melted into the blood pool, which means that we have been contaminated by the geomantic omen of this place."

Everyone looked happy, but Grandpa changed the subject and said, "However, you have overlooked one point. What is a land of blessings? It is not for our own benefit, but for the accumulation of evil virtues for future generations. That is to say, only when we die After that, our descendants can enjoy this blessing.”

Liu Qianshou and the others froze instantly after hearing what grandpa said, and Zhu Laoba scolded softly, saying: "Damn it, what a bastard. I can't enjoy it myself, so how can I care about future generations?"

Grandpa continued: "Furthermore, as Zhu Laoba said just now, there is no record in historical records that ancient emperors were buried in Kunlun Mountain. Kunlun is the ancestor of Wanshan, and even the emperor would not dare to build a mausoleum here. It can be seen that the person in this coffin is definitely not an ordinary emperor, and his identity must be extremely special!"

Speaking of this, Grandpa suddenly lowered his voice and said: "The formation of the Nine Dragons Town Coffin here is really extraordinary, it can keep the people in the coffin from getting out of the pool of blood. But after our blood sacrifice just now, the inner and outer coffins have been broken out of the pool. People still can't get out of the coffin, but it's easy to let us be buried here!"

After hearing what Grandpa said, Qin Changfeng slapped his forehead and said, "Ah, yes! Previously, we could only communicate with him through the technique of viewing incense, but the man in the coffin was able to talk to us just now. It's over, let's mess with him now." Big trouble!"

As soon as Qin Changfeng finished speaking, a burst of contemptuous laughter erupted from the blood coffin in the air, which made grandpa and the others shudder.

Soon, a cold voice came out from inside the blood coffin: "Since you don't have the good fortune to receive it as a gift, then let's bury it here!"

After a while, a mist of blood overflowed from the copper coffin, covering Grandpa and the others in an instant.

Zhu Laoba and the others felt that their lives were in danger, so they plopped on the ground again in fright, kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Ah, we were wrong, we were wrong, don't kill us, don't kill us. The method you said will help you break through."

The man in the coffin sneered and said, "It's too late! You have already missed the best time to attack, and now I'm exhausted. If I don't kill you, it will be hard to relieve my hatred!"

The blood mist was even worse, Qin Changfeng and the others felt their whole bodies became hot, and the clothes even started to melt.

But at this moment of life and death, grandpa took a step forward.

Take a step forward, and lotuses grow under your feet.

Going forward, lotus will grow step by step, and lotus will bloom.

In the end, the lotus flowers on the soles of the feet gathered together and turned into a golden lotus, which was printed on Grandpa's back.

A golden lotus and a door.

Grandpa stepped into the heavenly master.

(End of this chapter)