Zha Wenbin was a Taoist priest, and he had naturally done many white rituals. In his eyes, this coffin was no different from opening an ordinary cabinet. After prying open the lid with the steel nail that came with it, he prepared to move the coffin. He lifted one end and found it very heavy, not budging at all. He called over a butcher to help him, and the two of them, each lifting one end, were just about to exert their strength when they suddenly discovered that the incense stick inserted in front of the painting of Tai Shang Lao Jun had gone out.

  Zha Wenbin quietly called out, "Not good!" He signaled to the pallbearers to put down the coffin lid and lower their heads to take a look at the incense sticks inserted in front of the coffin. Although they had not been extinguished, they were about to burn out soon.

  This is strange, as he was also a Taoist apprentice, this incense was offered to him, the dead man had no opinion, but why did his ancestor have an opinion? Cha Wenbin walked over to the mural.

  Just as he was walking towards the mural, a gunshot suddenly pierced the sky. In the middle of the night, in the dark and vast hall, the sound of the gunshot was shocking, so everyone turned to look at my dad. My dads eyes were fixed on the direction where Wen Bin was walking, the position where the gun was pointing was right at that wall, and the shotgun pellets instantly filled the wall with holes.

  Zha Wenbin asked me what was going on, and my dad said that there was an old man with a white beard who was about to touch your head. I saw the situation wasnt right, so I directly fired the gun.

  Cha Wenbin immediately retreated, and the two butchers who heard the gunshot also stood up together. The four men were in the temple like this. Cha Wenbin took out the compass and put it down, only to see that the needle on the compass was shaking back and forth continuously. This shows that there is indeed something around that is affecting it, but he, a cultivator, has not noticed it yet. Old White Beard?

  Just as he was thinking, a voice rang out: "Look quickly!" It was Chen Yao, the butcher from our village. Everyone looked in his direction and saw that the bullet holes on the wall had started to ooze a dark red liquid, just like blood. The scene was so shocking that not only the butcher and my dad were frightened, but even Cha Wenbin was startled, let alone being in this mysterious General Temple.

  Four people stood still in the temple, not daring to move. After the smoke dispersed, besides the lingering smell of gunpowder, there was an endless bloody smell accompanying the four people. Two slaughterhouse workers were used to the smell of blood every day, but at this moment, they also covered their noses. One of them could no longer hold back and started dry heaving because of the overwhelming bloody smell.

  Wen Bin furrowed his brow, holding the thing in his hand and was about to move forward. Three high-brightness mining lamps shone on the wall, the snow-white light mixed with the mottled wall and the gurgling blood water, and an inexplicable chill rose from my dads spine. He quickly changed into a deer bullet and followed up. This deer bullet is usually used for hunting wild boars, 300 kg of wild boar, within 50 meters, it will definitely die if hit. He was also a bold man, but at this moment, his legs were trembling slightly.

  Chen Bin, who walked to the edge of the wall, did not dare to be careless and directly recited one of the Taoist divine spells, the Jing Tian Di Sheng Zhou: "Heaven and earth naturally disperse the filthy air in the cave, the mysterious void is bright and vast, the great origin"

  The Eight Trigrams Mighty Spirit Orders Me: The Natural Lingbao Talismans Mandate is Universally Announced in the Nine Heavens.

  Gan Luo replied: "The cave of Taixuan beheaded the demon and bound the evil, saving millions of people."

  Zhongshan divine incantation Yuanshi Jade Scripture recite once and prolong life by delaying illness

  The five mountains and eight seas know of my fame, the demon king binds his head in servitude, I am the master of this chariot.

  "Evil spirits disperse, the Ways energy remains, urgent as a law enforcement order."

  After the three recitations of the incantation, the bloody smell in the temple seemed to have decreased a lot. Wen Bin called out to the slaughterhouse worker to come over and took the crowbar prepared for opening the temple. He inserted it into the bullet hole and pried with force, and sure enough, a brick wall came crashing down. The scene that followed caused everyone present to change color, and my dad and one of the slaughterhouse workers immediately vomited.

  Only to see that in the wall, there was a wax cocoon in the shape of a person. The blood was flowing out from several bullet holes on top. Why is there a wax cocoon in the wall of this ancient temple? Things have reached this point, and its probably beyond everyones imagination. Could it be that the wax cocoon actually contains a real person?

  Just then, a creaking sound of wooden planks moving suddenly came out. Before everyone could react, the wax coffin opposite had already collapsed under the force and fell down with a loud bang, right in front of Wen Bin. Wen Bin shouted loudly: "Not good!" He quickly turned his head to look back, and that previously unmoving coffin lid now had a slight gap.

  Cha Wenbin, a sparrow turned over, flashed to the side of the coffin, and pushed it over with one push, covering the coffin board that had already cracked open again.

  Then he instructed the two pig butchers, one in front and one behind, to hold down the coffin board, and also asked them to insert the sharp knives they were holding into the coffin board. Then, he took out an inkstone and quickly splashed a web onto the coffin at the fastest speed.

  It is said that this ink container was invented by Lu Ban, a master carpenter. The ink container coffin is said to be used to shock the zombies in the coffin, similar to the rope of the immortal.

  After doing all this, Cha Wenbin went to check on the cocoon. Although it was wrapped in a thick layer of wax, he could still vaguely make out that it was a person. He made a backward motion with his hand and locked the door before returning home.

  Before going to my home, we had to cross a bridge. Before crossing the bridge, Cha Wenbin took out three talismans and gave one to each of us, telling us to take them back, burn them, and drink the water to rinse our mouths. After arriving at my home, he told my dad to inform the village chief to report to the police the next day, and then went to sleep.

  The next morning, the director of the police station came to the village with his men. They opened the temple door and the director asked the forensic doctor to uncover the wax layer on site. When they opened it, inside was indeed an old mans corpse, wearing a Taoist long gown made of purple silk embroidered with gold and silver threads, which had been stained black by blood and water. After a night of exposure to air, the skin had begun to turn black. According to later news from the police station, this body was eventually taken away by an archaeological team from the province.

  At that time, my condition was also good and bad. Cha Wenbin said that we had to wait until the archaeological work was finished before we could get an answer, because the answer lay in that coffin, which was now being protected, and outsiders were not allowed to enter the General Temple area.

  The archaeological team stationed in our village for that period of time made a lot of villagers very unhappy. This place was already remote, and after dinner, a group of old men and women would gather there, including many Red Guards who had participated in the burning of the Generals Temple back then. While spitting out foam and boasting about their past heroic deeds, they would also flirt with the village women about stealing husbands, making the archaeological team members from the province also live an uneasy life.

  Less than a month later, people in the archaeological team started to fall ill one after another, with symptoms similar to mine. The leader of the team, who had been dealing with these ancient artifacts for years, took one look and knew that something was wrong. He began asking around the village if there were any others like me, and soon he was directed to my home.

  They all called him Old Wang, a middle-aged fat man with a pair of small round glasses, his neck was so short it almost disappeared into his body, but his eyes were sharp and cunning. Old Wang was also a straightforward person, he asked me directly about that broken thing, after listening to my dads account of the events of that day, he shouted that he wanted to go see Cha Wenbin, and as a result, that night he went with my dad to Cha Wenbins house with several bottles of good wine.

  This old Wang doesnt know how many ancient tombs and wild graves he has been to, and he has also seen a lot of strange things. He usually likes to study some unconventional skills, so when he heard that Cha Wenbin was the leader of the Taoist sect, he was amazed and also had a few points of reverence.

  When they arrived, Zha Wenbin was studying the characters on the wall. It turned out that he had already moved those characters to his own home based on his memory and painted a part of them on the wall, which made Old Wang marvel at how your family also had these things. This made Zha Wenbin feel embarrassed, so he explained the origin of it all, and only then did the few people sit down and start chatting.

  After Old Wang explained the origin, Cha Wenbin also asked directly if he knew the meaning of these characters from his past archaeological experience. Old Wang said that these characters had never been seen before, and based on his decades of archaeological experience, they were likely to represent a lost text. As for whether it was the "Ru Yi Ce" that Cha Wenbin mentioned, he didnt dare guarantee it. However, there was an expert in ancient languages at the Provincial Museum who could try to decipher them.

  Cha Wenbin said that the temple indeed had something strange, but with his current cultivation level, he couldnt find out where the problem was. However, this strangeness seemed to have another kind of mysterious power protecting it, so for now, no ones life was in danger. The answer might be on that coffin and the characters on the wall.

  Old Wang said that the coffin had been taken back to the province and was still waiting for experts to open it. From the shape and material of the coffin, he judged that it had a history of at least over a thousand years, and it was so well preserved, so the province attached great importance to it. They did not rule out the possibility that there might be an underground palace in the temple, but suddenly so many people fell ill, which caused panic among the people, and they dared not continue working, so they had to suspend work temporarily. Having no other choice, they came to ask for Zhang Wenbins help.

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