The Purple-Robed Celestial Master has turned into a zombie?! Who can stand that?!

Chapter 34 I Have a Bold Idea! (Third Update!! Please Read On! Please Vote!)
Zhang Xiangwei is a 30-year veteran carpenter; he can tell the quality of wood at a glance.

He could tell at a glance that the large piece of wood in front of him was the legendary ebony, which was said to be "better than a chest of treasure."

Moreover, this is not ordinary ebony.

Ebony is also classified into different grades depending on the type of wood.
Judging from the cross-section of the large piece of ebony that the three ghost kings took out, it is black on the outside and yellow on the inside.

This is ancient golden nanmu wood, which has been buried underground for at least four thousand years to develop this color!
Ebony is formed from the sedimentation of Phoebe zhennan wood over thousands or even tens of thousands of years!

This is worth a fortune!

Zhang Xiangwei's hands were trembling. He had made coffins all his life, but he had never used such good wood.

However, he still had some questions to ask.

That is, although ebony is precious, it has been used as an amulet for warding off evil spirits since ancient times, and has been used to make handicrafts, Buddha statues, and amulets.

I've never heard of anyone using it to make coffins or place corpses. Moreover, the ebony formed from ancient golden nanmu wood is too precious and rare to find.

Even the emperor's coffin shouldn't be hit with this thing.

Furthermore, placing something meant to ward off evil spirits on a corpse is inauspicious, isn't it?
Zhang Xiangwei voiced his question.

Are you sure you want to use this thing to build a coffin? Aren't you worried about the corpse and the coffin being incompatible?

The eunuch ghost king sneered upon hearing this.

You have no idea who my master is.

The third-generation ancestor of the Dragon and Tiger Celestial Master has turned into a corpse. This coffin is meant to help my master's cultivation. Is this a clash?
Can he overcome the Celestial Master?

The eunuch ghost king said, "Stop talking nonsense. I'll give you one day. After one day, we'll come and collect the coffin. If you don't do a good job, you can just wait to die."

After saying this, the three ghost kings left behind the ebony and drifted away to return and report back.

Back to where Zhang Tianlu was.

They reported this to the Celestial Master.

"Master, the coffin has been handed over to the carpenter to make. We will pick it up in a day."

Zhang Tianlu nodded.

Although these three ghost kings are not particularly strong in combat, they are quite capable in their work.

A day later, the coffin that could accommodate his cultivation was finished.

Zhang Tianlu closed his eyes and continued refining the Myriad Soul Banner.

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No sooner had the three ghost kings left than Wang Zhihao and Zhang Xiangwei got into a fight in the yard.

Zhang Xiangwei: "Wang Zhihao, I've always treated you well, you've got something to hide here. If I die, you're not getting any better!"

Wang Zhihao protested, "It's not my fault, Brother Xiangwei. They asked me who makes the best coffins around here, and of course I'd say you. Didn't you say you'd be the first person I recommend if I got any business?"

Zhang Xiangwei: "Get lost! You need to consider what kind of business it is! Can you even take this business?"

"Stop cursing Xiangwei, hurry up and make the coffin. If it's not finished in a day, we're all doomed."

Zhang Xiangwei put on his work clothes while cursing.

one day!
It takes him at least three days to make even the simplest coffin.

A top-quality ebony coffin can be made in a single day.

What's the difference between this and Zhang Fei ordering Fan Qiang and Zhang Da to make 3 white helmets and armor within three days?
Zhang Xiangwei glared at Wang Zhihao fiercely: "You fucking don't run away either. Help me out. You pay for it yourself and find me a few more carpenters."

One person definitely couldn't finish it in a day.

To complete this large coffin in such a short time, it would take at least three or four carpenters working through the night.

Wang Zhihao excitedly went to find someone.

Soon, several old carpenters were brought over; they too were astonished when they saw the enormous ebony.

After receiving the money, the old carpenters divided the work and began to plan the wood to make a coffin.

Just as they were making the coffin, Zhang Xiangwei's son, Zhang Hongwei, got out of a Mercedes-Benz and happened to be coming home.

Throughout the journey, Zhang Hongwei had a grim expression and acted furtively.

As soon as he entered the house, Zhang Hongwei saw the busy scene in his yard. He went straight into the house and started crying to his mother.

"Mom, I owe someone money. Can you give me some?"

Zhang Hongwei's mother spoiled her son since he was a child.

This directly led to Zhang Hongwei's bad behavior from a young age; he smoked, drank, fought, and ended up in jail, making him a typical street thug.

Two months ago, he suddenly ran away from home, saying he was going out to make money with his friends.

He hadn't been home for two months, and now he's suddenly back claiming he owes people money.

Zhang Hongwei's mother panicked as soon as she heard that.

Didn't you say you were going out to make a fortune? How come you owe people money?
Zhang Hongwei said, "I went to Macau and made a fortune. I was making money, winning over 200 million, but then my luck ran out and I lost it all. Now I'm in debt. Don't worry about me, just give me some money. My creditors are waiting outside. Those guys are ruthless; they'll kill me if I don't pay." "How much do you want?"

"Let's start with 20," Zhang Hongwei said.

Upon hearing this number, Zhang Hongwei's mother immediately became anxious.

"How much? 20?"

Zhang Ma got up and went directly to call Zhang Xiangwei, who was outside making coffins.

Zhang Xiangwei was busy planing the coffin at the moment. In order to save time, the carpenter's plane in his hand was almost sparking.

He was impatient when his wife called him in.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw that my son had returned sometime earlier.

Zhang Xiangwei asked irritably, "You good-for-nothing, what are you doing back here?"

My son has been gone for more than two months and hasn't called back once. How come he's suddenly back?
Zhang Xiangwei: "You're back just in time, come out and help."

Zhang Xiangwei was about to call his son out to help.

At that moment, his wife whispered a few words in his ear.

Zhang Xiangwei's face instantly turned ashen.

He turned around and went to find a knife.

"20? How much do I make making a coffin? You've been gone for two months, and I'm supposed to give you 20? Why don't you just die out there?"
I'll fucking kill you! Get the hell out of here!

Zhang Xiangwei grabbed a knife from the kitchen and kicked his spendthrift son out.

If he had 20, would he still be in the coffin business?

Why don't you just die if you're willing to use your life savings to pay off your debts?

Zhang Hongwei was kicked out, and he was cursing under his breath.

He came back to collect the money; his creditors came back with him and are waiting at the village entrance.

If he can't come up with 20, he'll be chopped into a human stick.

He had witnessed the methods those people used.

But now his father is unwilling to spend money.

Just as Zhang Hongwei was contemplating going in to steal...

Suddenly I overheard a conversation between several carpenters.

"I wonder who is so rich. This is ebony that is thousands of years old, and it is made from the base of Phoebe zhennan wood. Every inch of this wood is worth its weight in gold, more valuable than gold. It is such a waste to use it to make a coffin."

"Who can argue with that? You can get rich just by casually buying some bracelets and amulets."

"It's a pity, but if this coffin were made well, it would be valuable. I estimate it would cost tens of millions to buy."

"It's not just tens of millions; it's a rare find—a golden nanmu wood that's been around for ten thousand years. If this piece is crafted well, it will be even more luxurious than what the emperors used to be made of. We've truly had our eyes opened."

I listened to the conversation of several carpenters in the courtyard.

Zhang Hongwei's eyes lit up immediately.

He was born into a family of carpenters.

Through exposure and learning, one comes to know which type of wood is the most precious.

The book "Bowu Yaolan" records: "Golden thread wood comes from the river streams. The wood has golden threads, and the most beautiful nanmu is the golden thread nanmu." It is named golden thread nanmu because its wood has golden threads and a satin-like luster.

Historically, nanmu, camphor, catalpa, and cassia were known as the four famous trees, with nanmu being considered the foremost.

In ancient times, only royalty and nobles could afford to use Phoebe zhennan wood.

Moreover, this kind of wood grows extremely slowly; even after 20 years, it is only as thick as an arm, and it takes a hundred years to barely become usable timber.

Zhang Hongwei peeked through the crack in the door at the piece of wood being made into a coffin in the yard.

Such a large piece of Phoebe zhennan wood must be at least several hundred years old!
And most importantly, it's ebony!

Settled in the mud and sand for thousands of years, ebony and golden nanmu.

This is extremely valuable.

Zhang Hongwei's eyes lit up immediately: I have a bold idea!

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