Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 341: Pretending to be dead is a must-try part of opening the coffin

"Whose hand is this?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ze came to the side of his junior sister and looked at the place she pointed.

There was indeed a handprint there, the shape of the handprint was complete and the five fingers were clearly visible.

The handprint is located on the outer edge of the coffin lid.

Judging from the marks, the owner of the hand seemed to be doing an upward pushing motion at the time.

"Isn't it yours, senior brother?" asked the younger sister.

Zhang Ze shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be." Then he put his hand on it and compared it, and found that the handprint was a circle smaller than his hand.

"Regardless of the size, I should have been in the coffin at the time. How could I have left handprints outside the coffin?"

A'li was also bored. When he saw Zhang Ze comparing the size of his handprint, he crawled over and stretched out his chubby little hand to compare.

"It's not mine either." After saying this nonsense, it crawled back to the middle of the coffin lid and continued to study the black tiger pattern.

"Isn't it yours, Junior Sister?" Zhang Ze ignored A Li and turned to look at the junior sister beside him.

"How could it be mine? This is my first time here." Chen Qin glanced at Zhang Ze, then put his hand on it.

Still not worthy.

Compared with the junior sister's hand, this handprint is a circle bigger.

"Perhaps after ten thousand years, you subconsciously missed me too much, so you sleepwalked here, wanting to see if you could wake me up with a deep kiss.

"Just like the story of Sleeping Beauty and the Seven Warlords of the Sea." Zhang Ze said casually.

"Heh." The younger sister was already used to her senior brother's occasional awkwardness and didn't respond at all.

Ignoring her senior brother, she took a look into the empty coffin. The inside was as smooth as a mirror, without any mechanisms or formations.

The coffin lid wasn't sealed in a way that made it possible to open it from the inside.

The younger sister pondered for a moment and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. I'm actually more curious about how you got in back then. How about you perform another show?"

"I don't want to. It's unlucky." Zhang Ze shook his head and refused.

But even though he said this, he was actually curious about this matter.

When I opened the coffin a few years ago, it was actually done in a hurry and I didn't see many things clearly.

When he closed his eyes and opened them again, he found himself trapped in a small box. But before he could scratch the lid of the coffin, a white light flashed before his eyes, the lid of the box flew off, and he was teleported out.

When he regained consciousness, Zhang Ze found himself lying naked in the mountains.

As for what happened later, Zhang Ze went to Xiaotun Village to steal clothes. After being taken in, he foolishly wanted to dominate the world by brewing white wine, but he found out that this was a world of cultivating immortals. He was then picked up by Lao Li, but that’s another story.

And during such a long time, Zhang Ze had never thought about where he came from.

After all, according to the rules of the martial arts world, the origins of time travelers are not questioned. Since you are here, don't ask too much about time travel and just cheat honestly.

Zhang Ze was thinking about these random things, but the junior sister thought he was hesitating, so she continued to persuade Zhang Ze in his ear.

"That's nothing. It's something you become accustomed to the first time you do it. Why don't you just perform it again? Maybe if you simulate the burial process again, you can find some new clues."

Zhang Ze shook his head and said, "I shouldn't be buried here."

Chen Qin was puzzled. "Why? Isn't this the Baiyu County of the past? As a county magistrate, you live with the people. It doesn't make sense for you to bury yourself here."

"It's reasonable, but impossible." Zhang Ze looked up at the wet cave ceiling washed out by the water.

"This is just an ordinary cave. In the past, there was a dark river flowing here. Who would put a coffin in such a place?

"Besides, this place is like a toilet. Anyone can come in if they want. If I really buried myself here, after all these years, I'm afraid someone would have dug it out and used it as a toy."

"Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it here. Let's put my coffin away first and study it slowly somewhere else. It's quite damp here."

As he said this, Zhang Ze was about to lift the coffin and put it into the treasure bag, but when he stretched out his hand to lift it lightly, he heard a clicking sound.

"Hmm? Is there something connected underneath?"

Zhang Ze and his junior sister looked down and found that there seemed to be something under the coffin.

A corner of a white object emerged from the mud. The two had seen this thing a long time ago, but they didn't pay much attention to it at the time, thinking it was just a piece of a broken bowl.

Zhang Ze flicked his fingers and controlled the air to remove the mud and rotten filth around the "broken bowl", and then he could see the true appearance of the object.

It was a skeleton, and the bright white thing just now was the skull of the skeleton.

The skeleton was clean, without a trace of rotten flesh left on it, and no foul smell. It looked as smooth as jade, as if it had been polished by someone.

Judging from his bone age, the deceased was probably about thirteen or fourteen years old, and should have been a teenager when he was alive.

Most of the skeleton was buried under the coffin, with only the head and one hand sticking out.

It looks like he was crushed to death by this coffin...

"Who is this?" The younger sister glanced at the skeleton, then at Zhang Ze, "Did you kill him by smashing him?"

"What do you mean I was the one who smashed him to death? Wasn't it my coffin that smashed him to death?" Zhang Ze defended.

Junior Sister, "What's the difference?"

Zhang Ze, "...It seems so. What should we do?"

Junior Sister, "You are fully responsible."

Just as Zhang Ze was thinking about how to determine the responsibility for the accident, A'li, who had not figured out the black tiger pattern, crawled over again.

It stepped on Zhang Ze's shoulders and climbed onto his head, lying there and using its limited intelligence to think with Zhang Ze.

Then, it suddenly said "Oh".

Ah Li, "I have a bold guess, would you like to hear it?"

Zhang Ze, "No."

Ah Li ignored Zhang Ze and continued to talk to herself, "Do you think it's possible that this person is you, and the person in the coffin is someone else?"

A'li pulled Zhang Ze's hair.

"You were actually the one who was crushed to death, and the you now is actually someone else. The one who was crushed to death is the you in the coffin. How should I... put it?"

As A-Li was talking, he got himself confused and began to move his fingers, trying to sort out the mess of relationships.

"I told you to read less of my crappy books, but you didn't listen. They were all made-up nonsense. There's no way things are that mysterious. But A-Li, you did give me a heads-up."

Zhang Ze took A'li off his head, then bent down, picked up the skeleton's palm, looked at it for a while, and aligned it with the handprint on the coffin lid.

In comparison, they fit perfectly.

"Ah, this"

Although he thought of this possibility, Zhang Ze was still a little surprised when he found out that it was true.

"Is this person so powerful? He can actually leave handprints on this coffin?" A Li asked curiously, while lightly biting the coffin lid with her mouth.

"It's time to break the coffin, but it's still hard." A'li said vaguely.

"Oi! Stop chewing on my coffin! Don't you feel uncomfortable chewing on this thing?"

Zhang Ze stepped forward, picked up A Li and started to scold her.

"It's okay. What's so disgusting about your food? But the taste of this coffin lid is really not good. It's unpalatable." Ali looked at the small tooth marks left on the edge of the coffin and spat twice.

Zhang Ze, "..."

The junior sister ignored the antics of the man and his pet. She used her Qi to lift the coffin and put it aside.

The skeleton was exposed from the neck down.

It was wearing a piece of clothing, and judging by the attire, it looked like a Taoist robe from Mount Longhu.

Or is it a new model from the past few decades...

"It's over. You're in trouble. You've crushed your own people to death." A'li climbed onto Zhang Ze's shoulders again and pulled his hair.

"Stop it." Zhang Ze pushed A'li down again.

The junior sister squatted down and turned up the collar of her Taoist robe, and saw that there was no name embroidered on it like Brother Feng's.

He stretched out his hand and drew a circle, lit a little spiritual fire, and swept it over the bones. There was not a trace of soul left on it.

For a moment, I didn't know who he was.

"Do you think it will be like this?" Chen Qin squatted there and thought for a while, then stood up and looked at Zhang Zedao.

"This Taoist priest accidentally entered this place, and your coffin happened to appear here, so he was accidentally crushed to death by your coffin.

"Before he died, he slapped the bottom edge of the coffin lid. This triggered some kind of restriction in the coffin, which is why you woke up a few years later."

"This Taoist priest is so unlucky. He died at his doorstep and no one knew about it after so many years." A'li said as he blew a mouthful of fire and lit a piece of paper money.

It had set up a small altar at some point and was offering sacrifices to the unfortunate Taoist priest.

"Why don't we ask Old Tang to go back and check it out?" asked the junior sister.

"We have to investigate, but it's a bit troublesome to have only one skeleton.

"There are actually quite a lot of Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain and Bugui Mountain. Most of them are fine, but just like Old Tang, they don't like to go home."

"Then let Maomao come to find it?" asked the junior sister.

"If Maomao comes, I'm afraid he'll see the bones and chew on them. If he breaks them, it would be disrespectful to the deceased. Well... I'll reconstruct his appearance first, and then I can just look for him in the roster."

After saying that, Zhang Ze patted his treasure bag and took out a scroll.

Chen Qin, "Brother, can you do this?"

Zhang Ze, "I can't, but this guy can."

He opened the scroll in his hand, and two rows of large characters were beautifully written on it.

[Cultivating immortality will make you poor for three generations, while painting will ruin your life]

The surrounding area is an ink painting of green mountains, green waters, small bridges and houses.

As Zhang Ze cast the spell, the ink in the scroll began to fade, and a somewhat dull soul condensed and took shape from the ink. After the two complaints and the ink-painted man disappeared, the soul also stood in front of Zhang Ze.

"What is this?" The junior sister stretched out her hand and waved it in front of the soul, but the soul was dull and did not respond at all.

"Remember Muyu Taoist and his team? This is their new business."

When Zhang Ze and Chen Qin sneaked into Tianzong, they not only obtained the little earth immortal, half of the star map, and the Xiantian Dao Pill.

They also brought back over 300 Muyu Sect soul cultivators, all of whom were moral role models after being separated into good and evil.

After these soul cultivators settled down in Qianji Pavilion, in addition to adding two new professions, Soul Swordsman and Soul Thousand Machine Master, to the Sword Sect and Qianji Pavilion, they also developed many personal businesses.

For example, he controls his soul box to float around Qianji Town, serving as security during the day and night watchman at night.

It was also proposed to install more soul boxes in the high places of Qianji Town to build a soul-connected skynet to contribute to the fight against piracy and speculation.

In addition to patrolling, their other business is to rent or sell themselves.

No one knows how these soul cultivators conduct their research, but they can cut off a part of their soul and seal it in a scroll or jade slip.

While completely cutting it off from the main body, it can retain some of its abilities for people to control.

The person in front of Zhang Ze specializes in painting.

Observe the bones and depict the soul, and it will be easy to capture.

"Please help me restore this Taoist priest's appearance."

After hearing Zhang Ze's order, there was some light in the soul's eyes. It reached out and took the scroll from Zhang Ze's hand, and used its finger as a pen to begin to reproduce the appearance of the young Taoist priest when he was alive.

After finishing the painting, the soul bowed to Zhang Ze, returned the scroll to Zhang Ze, and then went back into the scroll.

It became a small signature next to the portrait.

I love painting

Zhang Ze and his junior sister looked at the person in the portrait and fell silent.

It was a very familiar face. Although it was not bald, the two of them would definitely not mistake it for that innocent look.

"Master Huixuan? Little monk? That Budai Arhat? Isn't he a monk? How did he become a Taoist priest?" The little sister was puzzled.

The junior sister looked at Zhang Ze and thought to herself, "Maybe the little painter you rented is broken? Should you rent a more expensive one next time?"

"Maybe it really is Master Huixuan." Zhang Ze looked at the portrait and suddenly remembered something.

"When I was chatting with him before, he told me that in his previous life, he was abducted and taken to Longhu Mountain by mistake.

"But he died outside in the second year of his training in the mountains. Master Huixuan didn't tell me the details of how he died at the time, but I heard from his big black disciple that he seemed to have been crushed to death..."

"Oh, what a sin..." Zhang Ze sighed.

"Senior brother, you are really sinful." The younger sister also sighed and patted Zhang Ze's shoulder.

Although this may sound a bit ridiculous, it is very likely to be the truth.

"Forget it, forget it. If it really is the little monk, I'll make amends when I see him again. Let's collect his remains from his previous life first."

"Ari? What are you doing over there?"

Zhang Ze was about to call A Li to help, but found that A Li was not around.

At this time, A'li was squatting in the corner, fiddling with something.

"Ari! Mani?" Zhang Ze shouted.

"Coffin." A'li said softly without turning around.

"Isn't the coffin right here?"

Zhang Ze's heart tightened, thinking that maybe A'li had just bitten his coffin and got poisoned, and now he had turned into a fat dragon corpse demon and was looking for coffins to eat.

This seems to be how it's written in tomb-raiding novels.

"It's not yours. I found another one exactly like it here."

Fat Dragon A'li, who did not turn into a corpse demon, turned around, made way for him, and at the same time stretched out his hands and raised them, and the mud was moved to both sides.

The second black tiger coffin appeared in front of Zhang Ze.

It was exactly the same as the one Zhang Ze had uncovered from the coffin.

The coffin was inserted diagonally into the mud, and the lid was closed tightly. There were no fingerprints and it had not been opened.

Zhang Ze was also stunned when he saw this. He really didn't expect this development.

"What should we do?" Ali looked at Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze looked at the new coffin, then at his own, and after hesitating for a moment, he said, "Open the coffin."

Ah Li, "Aren't you afraid that another you will emerge from there? Resurrect and create a backup body. I think you can do it."

The junior sister pinched her chin and said, "I think there might be someone else lying in here, Xiao Qingyun, or Xiangxiang? No, no, the time doesn't match."

"No matter who he is, whether he is afraid or not, whether it is me or someone else, we have to open it and take a look." Zhang Ze waved his hand, dug out the new coffin from the mud, placed it in front of himself, and prepared to open the coffin to make a fortune.

"Why don't we go back and open it, and ask my mother to watch over it. Then we can feel more at ease when opening the coffin, and not worry about there being dirty things inside." The junior sister suggested.

"No, let's open it here." Zhang Ze insisted.

"Why?" The junior sister was puzzled.

"If there really is another body of mine in there, then he must be naked. It would be really embarrassing if everyone saw him."

Junior Sister: ".Is this what you're worried about?"

Zhang Ze, "What else?"

The junior sister sighed, "Get up, I'll open it. I've seen everything anyway."

Seeing that the junior sister was about to take action, Zhang Ze changed his mind and said, "Why don't you go back and open it? I'm afraid you'll be in danger."

Junior sister, "."

She waved her hand, motioning Zhang Ze and A Li to stand aside, and then began to take things out of her pocket.

Talismans, jade bracelets, armor, and talismans.

After fully arming herself, the junior sister took out a pure black flying sword, shook it in her hand, and then walked towards the black tiger coffin with the sword raised with some difficulty.

"Where did this sword come from?" Zhang Ze asked.

He had never seen Junior Sister use it before.

"It's my dad's. He went out and didn't bring this with him. I figured he wouldn't need it for the time being, so I borrowed it. It can also be used as a self-defense for both of us."

Zhang Ze, "..."

The little junior sister who had transformed into a leaky cotton-padded jacket had already walked to the side of the new coffin. She raised the black sword in her hand and inserted the blade into the coffin along the seam like opening an oyster.

Then he began to exert force, trying to open the coffin.

The methods are simple and crude.

Zhang Ze was terrified when he saw his junior sister opening the coffin. He was afraid that the black sword would break.

But it was obvious that Zhang Ze was worrying too much. The sect leader's magic sword was invincible in the world. The junior sister twisted a few more times, and the sword energy exploded, and then she pried open the coffin with a click.

The moment the coffin lid was pushed open, the contents of the coffin fell out.

It is not a one-to-one cast of Zhang Ze, nor is it the severed limb of a great emperor, or some other weird thing.

But it is a belated gift package for beginners.

The coffin was filled with magical instruments.

Mainly hammers, the rest are bombs.

The equipment is so luxurious that it can even buy a few small immortal gates.

The junior sister pointed at the box and looked at Zhang Ze.

"What's so strange about that? After being resurrected, it's normal to get yourself some initial equipment. After all, I was also a master of refining in my previous life."

Zhang Ze stepped forward and picked up a cold hammer.
The hammer is crystal clear all over, with the cold light of the moon flowing through it. The head of the hammer is shaped like the spine of a wild beast, with the cold marrow of ice flowing inside it.

As soon as Zhang Ze's hand touched it, he felt a sense of connection and familiarity.

"You know yourself best." Zhang Ze shook it in his hand, turned it over, and found the signature of the hammer.

【Jade Spine Cold Marrow】

Zhang Ze was shocked when he saw the name.

"What's wrong, senior brother?" The younger sister thought something had happened and asked.

Zhang Ze, "Turtle, is this really the name I chose? How can it be so nice?"

Junior sister, “…”

"Let me see this. Xuanshan Locking Dragon? Yin Yang Delivering Evil? Oh my god, I'm such a genius, I'm so good at naming. No one of you is allowed to say I don't know how to name things in the future. Junior sister, take this, I'm giving it to you."

While Zhang Ze was obsessed with looting, A'li was looking at other things.

A'li is no longer the same person she used to be. Faced with the temptation of delicious food, she can now restrain herself, especially when those delicacies belong to Zhang Ze.

Don’t eat it if you don’t give it to me.

However, restraint is restraint, and instinct is instinct. In order to prevent itself from being unable to resist stealing food, it did not come close at all.

So, with nothing to do, A-li decided to collect the remains.

But it didn't know if it was an illusion, but it felt that the skeleton of the little monk in his previous life seemed to have moved by itself.

"Was it there before?"

A'li was also brave. He didn't disturb Zhang Ze from looting the loot and walked towards the skeleton.

But as soon as it took a step, it stepped on something.

Looking down, I saw that at some point, a black 'pipe' had emerged from the mud.

The tube is smooth all over and it shakes a bit.

It seems like a living thing.

Snap! The 'tube' suddenly popped up from the mud and came towards Ah Li, while on the other side, a second tube also popped out.

There are still living things in this cave.

Those two black things are not tubes, but two long and thin tentacles.

At the same time, the corpse of the little monk's previous life also 'stood up'...

　Chapter 72 of the Little Monk's previous life in Longhu Mountain

　　
　
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