Big sister is going against the sky

Chapter 62 The So-Called 【Capturing Longevity in a Coffin】 (3 more)
Bamboo pie.

The Bamboo Cen School is located in a deep valley surrounded by mountains, filled with dense fog, and clear springs in front of the mountain gate. The only entrance is formed by two huge stone tablets, and there are some cyclones densely distributed between the stone tablets. These cyclones are like silver moons. Killing people in a blink of an eye.

Xin Wu looked at the dense cyclone on the light curtain of the stele in front of her, a solemn look flashed in her eyes.

"What's going on inside, even if people can't get in, even the consciousness will be melted if they go in?"

Shen Zhui also withdrew his consciousness at this moment, frowning deeply.

"The monks of this sect are all women. Although they are gloomy all day long and don't go out or talk to others, they still have a pleasant face when they meet my Cangshan sect disciples. I have practiced and entered this sect when I was young, and I know several of them. Disciple, I have sent out the signal for so long today, but for some reason no one has come out to take us into the valley!"

"Is it all women's sect?"

Xin Wu was stunned, and for some reason, the Acacia School of Harvest Yin and Yang came to mind, perhaps in this world... with different names?
"Look at my memory, I forgot to tell you..."

Shen Zhui slapped his head violently, only then remembered that Xin Wu didn't know much about these ancient sects when he went out for the first time, and was about to teach Xin Wu some science, but Su Che stepped out from behind and walked to the rock standing beside the mountain gate, Reach out and pat the pattern on the fast mountain wall...

The impartial figure just blocked Shen Zhui's sight.

He could only withdraw his gaze, wandered his gaze and began to look for a way to break the barrier.

"The disciples of the Bamboo Cen Sect are all women, and they all carry coffins on their backs!"

"A coffin?"

Xin Wu's eyes widened: "...the coffin?"

The length of the coffin is made according to the dead person. If the height of an adult plus the weight of the coffin is added to the weight of the coffin, how much strength will it take to walk on the back? The girls of the Bamboo Cedar Sect are all King Kong Barbies...?
Shen Wu just guessed in her mind and didn't ask, Shen Zhui began to look for a way to enter the mountain gate while talking to her.

"They carry dead people in their coffins, some are deceased husbands, some are deceased parents, or close people."

When Shen Zhui came to a pause, Shen Wu finally asked.

"What's the use of carrying a dead person on your back, the coffin is so big, won't your cultivation be affected?"

Shen Zhui laughed when he heard this, and felt that this powerful junior sister still had a cute and innocent side: "The people in the coffin are all people they cherish, and these people can be turned into their obsessions, let them be their obsessions." Cultivating immortality by thinking, ha ha... As for the coffins you mentioned, their coffins are naturally not that huge, but they are only the size of an ordinary backpack!"

Xin Wu thought to himself: People say that cultivating the truth shields the seven emotions and six desires, but this Bamboo Cen School is obsessed with cultivating immortals, and regains the life span of the person in the coffin.

"The people inside them call this [Capturing Life in a Coffin], and they all firmly believe that the higher their cultivation level, the person in the coffin can be resurrected."

"Then why not seize the house before death, or gather the souls of the dead to reincarnate?"

Shen Zhui was a little surprised that she knew this, but still explained patiently: "They think that after taking the house, they will be affected by the consciousness of the original owner. After reincarnation, it is already another new soul, so they would rather keep the old one as it is..."

"Has anyone ever succeeded?" Xin Wu hit the nail on the head.

Shen Zhui smashed the curved sickle at some rune array disks on the stone wall of the mountain gate, and there was no sign of breaking the barrier except for some sparks, "It is said that the founder of the Bamboo Cen Sect reached the Great Sage Realm with his obsession , his deceased husband was resurrected by her for more than a month!"

"One month? And then?"

"Yes, January. It's no different from a real person. You can eat, drink, sit, and lie down. But a month later, the ancestor of the Bamboo Cen Sect disappeared with his husband for no reason. No one knows what happened..."

Xin Wu laughed twice,...he must be dead.

In front of the mountain gate, besides the two huge stone monuments, there are also many stone lighthouses lined up on the left and right sides. She looked around, walked straight to the front one, bent down to hold up the lighthouse, and walked to Su Che Put the lighthouse on the spring spout in front of the slapping stone wall to block it.

Then he clapped his hands lightly.

Then, in Shen Zhui's expression of 'sad, as big as milk'.

The enchantment disappeared.

　Cheer yourself up: Crispy rice, come on.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)