For this kind of coffin, it can be said that it is extremely rare in our country, but there are such things in the pyramids of ancient Egypt.

  Coffins are used as a place to sleep after death, generally made of wood, and some nobles use stone or bronze. Coffins are also commonly known as "ten-page tiles" or "ten big pieces" in rural areas, usually made of ten pages of wood, but there are also those made of twelve pages of wood, which is commonly known as "twelve yuan".

  The usual appearance is also similar, with a rectangular wooden coffin and a lid on top. The more particular ones have some crane and pine carvings on the coffin, which are meant to help the deceased ascend to the afterlife. The ordinary ones are painted with oil paint, and it's rare to see bare wood without any paint. Since ancient times, the dead have been treated with great respect, and even if they wore tattered clothes and lived in a thatched hut when alive, their descendants would often borrow money to prepare a decent coffin for them after death.

  This humanoid coffin obviously goes against China's traditional funeral customs, which is why Chao Tzu found it strange.

  There was a sound from inside the coffin, but Cha Wenbin sat still in front of it. Was there some direct connection between them? Had the zongzi in the coffin killed Cha Wenbin?

  It may be somewhat inappropriate to describe these two brothers as "courageous and daring", they can only be said to have a pure big guts, if you say open coffin, they will definitely do it immediately.

  The specifications of the humanoid coffin are much smaller than those of an ordinary coffin, but this coffin lid is not generally heavy, possibly due to the material.

  The two of them were prying and shifting, and after great difficulty, they finally found a foothold. They exchanged a glance, then shouted in unison: "One, two, three, heave!"

  With a creak of metal friction, a series of heavy gasps came from inside the coffin, a sound that made people feel like an old man who had been suffocating for a long time finally saw fresh meat being delivered to his doorstep and couldn't help but make a noise. This also really scared the two of them, and they took a step back, their eyes fixed on the coffin.

  Before long, a pair of hands slowly stretched out from the coffin, and then grasped the edges of the coffin. Judging from that posture, it seemed like the corpse was about to rise at any moment.

  Chao Zi's head was numb, this kind of zombie plot that can only be seen in Hong Kong movies, could it be that he really had to experience a real-life version in this haunted place?

  The dagger was clenched tightly in his palm, and sweat was about to flow out. The tense atmosphere naturally didn't need any words; they were just waiting for the master in the coffin to reveal his true self, and then it would be a fight to the death.

  "I'm suffocating!" Suddenly a voice came from the coffin, and it was quite familiar. If it wasn't Zhu Wenbin's voice, whose could it be?

  Take another look at the master of this temple, and listen to that voice. The two people are simply Zhang Er and Mo Bu Zhi Tou, could it be that Cha Wen Bin's ghost is shouting?

  Just as the two were staring at each other in dismay, a person suddenly sat up from the coffin, and it was Cha Wenbin!

  At this time, Cha Wenbin no longer had the slightest bit of elegance and refinement, his face was covered in black stuff that looked like the residue left at the bottom of a pot, but he still looked human, and his clothes were the same as before. Then how did he get into the coffin, and who is this Cha Wenbin outside?

  Having seen the strange and bizarre Superzi and Zhuo Xiong, he didn't dare to take it lightly for a moment. Who knows if this is another illusion or formation? How could Cha Wenbin, a big living person, bury himself there? So Superzi raised his voice and shouted: "Who are you?"

  This time it was Cha Wenbin's turn to be stunned, you two little guys worked together to pull me out of the coffin, and now you don't recognize me? Thinking again, yes, there is another master outside, not to mention them, I myself still can't figure out what the situation is, but he can at least confirm who he is, that's for sure.

  "Superior son, stop talking nonsense, first pull me up. If you're late for a while, I'm afraid I won't have any breath left."

  "It's really Wenbin." Chaozi said to Zhuoxiong, who also nodded at him. The two of them were overjoyed and helped Wenbin out of the coffin. Wenbin's body was covered in a foul odor, as if he had crawled out of a ditch filled with rotting garbage and filthy water.

  Both of them had the urge to cover their noses, but they endured it for the sake of politeness. However, this also made Cha Wenbin feel somewhat embarrassed. At this moment, what he wanted most was to hurry out and find a bathhouse to wash himself thoroughly. As a cultivator, one must avoid being unclean, as it would affect their judgment of the atmosphere. Therefore, many high-ranking cultivators rarely indulged in wine or smoking, for they needed a heart that was always pure and untainted by odors.

  "It's really hard to put into words." Cha Wenbin raised his head and looked at the petrified version of himself, sighing bitterly, "What about the great mountains you encountered? I can see them from inside my coffin, but I'm unable to help."

  "It seems like he's been unconscious all along, and I don't know if he's possessed by evil spirits or not." Chaozi went over to take a look at Dashan, but he was still the same, without any signs of improvement.

  "I've told you, don't look back. This child is pitiful, if he didn't have a heart untainted by worldly desires, his fate would probably be similar to mine now. The Gate of Life and Death is not so simple, once you enter, you can only move forward, not backward. Moving forward, regardless of life or death, at least there's still a path for you to walk; retreating backwards, all you see are the debts and sins you've accumulated in your lifetime, these things will all turn into resentment. You also saw that person, who is actually me, another version of myself. This lifetime, I've helped countless people, accumulated many good deeds, but ultimately still offended Heaven's Way, suffered Heaven's punishment, lost my daughter's life, my son followed in suffering, both parents passed away, and even my master left the world."

  "But, Big Mountain Brother, shouldn't be seriously injured, I suppose he just got a fright, won't have any major issues. After we get out, I'll take care of it." As he spoke, Cha Wenbin looked at himself with self-mockery, his disheveled appearance was such that even an evil spirit would probably disdain him.

  "Go out from here?" Chaozi pointed to the door they had just entered, "After you jumped down, we found a hidden door. Following that door, there were countless dry corpses. We walked along that path and finally arrived here. If we go back from there, wouldn't it be going back on our words? But you said before, we can't go back."

  "No need to look back." Zha Wenbin replied, "As soon as I enter the gate of life and death, I will go straight forward, and there must be a new exit. The paths in this mountain are enough for me to study for a while. It's indeed the masterpiece of the Ghost Emperor. Unfortunately, I was brought here by that person, who must have wanted to tell me something. But after arriving here, he disappeared, as if just wanting me to gain some insight. That person is absolutely not Old Knife, and absolutely not humanly possible. I suspect that I encountered an existence beyond humans and ghosts."

  "Beyond human and ghost? What is that thing? Fairy?" In Chaozi's conscious world, only the word "fairy" seems to fit what Cha Wenbin said.

  "I don't know." Zhang Wenbin was also somewhat puzzled, but he knew that the man carried many answers he wanted on his body. It just seemed that there was no opportunity to meet again now, but since he was willing to appear, there would be another chance to appear next time. Rather than looking for him, it's better to wait.

  "Let's go, this place is not suitable for staying long, the resentment is too heavy, comparable to the underworld, ordinary people who stay here for a long time will either get seriously ill or die prematurely."

  "What about him?" Chaozi still had some reservations towards that paralyzed Cha Wenbin, this was also too destructive to people's three views.

  "That person, to be precise, is not me, but has a great deal of connection with me. If I'm not mistaken, he was once the master of this Seven Star Sword and also my past life's friend from many years ago. In short, someone found the reincarnation of that person, which is me, and brought me in front of this body from my past life. I don't understand the meaning behind this, but I think it should be a very difficult thing to do. Judging by the looks of it, at least several thousand years have passed since then, and yet they were able to find the physical body from my previous lives. It seems that there is still an interesting story between me and them."

  "How did you end up in that coffin? Was it that person who put you in there?"

  Caoming Wenbin stroked the Seven Star Sword, and in a profound and elusive tone, he said: "Hiding is futile, everything is predestined, what's meant to come will always come."

  "Let's go, don't look back. This stinking skin bag is nothing but a shell without a soul, and it has no meaning even if it was once my physical body. It's like when you, Superzi, open up an ancient tomb during your archaeological explorations, the owner of that tomb might have been one of your past lives, but you just don't know. Although this sounds a bit awkward, or even absurd, things from past lives should belong to the past and not be brought into the present or future. Why bother entangling yourself in them?

  After finishing speaking, Cha Wenbin raised his head again, made a bow towards the darkness in the distance, and said: "Friend, since you've brought me here to see all this, I'd like to tell you something too. I, Cha Wenbin, am just Cha Wenbin, just a small Daoist priest. No matter what kind of past grievances this person has with you, it should disappear along with his departure. If you must entangle yourself in them, I won't avoid it either. The green hills will remain unchanged, and the clear waters will continue to flow! May we meet again someday!"

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