My disciples have hidden identities

"Sovereign, did you already know that the old Sect Master's coffin is gone?"

"Why are you hiding it from us!"

"When did it disappear? Where did you fly?"

There was dissatisfaction and doubt in their tone, and they were very emotional.

"Don't get excited."

After comforting his disciples, Ji Pingsheng said: "A few months ago, I dreamed about the old man. In the dream, he said that he was lonely and wanted me to accompany him."

"I thought the old man was dreaming, and I couldn't ignore it, so I quietly dug out his coffin, put it under the stone bed, and slept with him for a while."

"Originally, I wanted to spend a few days with him and bury him, but then I forgot."

"Thinking about it, the old man's coffin should still be under my bed."

Jing Osmanthus: "..."

Qi Luo: "..."

You Kun: "..."

Chi Zhengyang: "..."

They looked at Ji Pingsheng with disbelief and exclaimed loudly.

"You slept with a coffin for half a year?!"

Chapter 272 The old suzerain is still lost!

"Your eyes are so rude!"

Ji Pingsheng stared at the group of disciples with strange eyes with an ugly expression, and said, "I'm just being filial, understand, this is filial piety!"

"Is the filial piety of a normal person to sleep in the coffin for half a year?"

Jing Muxi complained that he never wanted to use rude words to describe his suzerain, such as mental problems, such as a hole in the head or something.

but!

Ji Pingsheng often has some behaviors that break his psychological bottom line, so he can't help but think about it.

Which normal person is so filial!

"Bullshit!"

Ji Pingsheng slapped the table with a dark face, and retorted loudly: "I didn't sleep with the coffin in my arms, I just put it under the bed."

"It doesn't seem to make any difference."

Qi Luo made another cut, making Ji Pingsheng's complexion even darker.

"A few of you, one counts as one. After I sit down, I want you to sleep with my coffin one by one, each for half a year."

"That's the decision, this article has been added to the Zongmen's regulations, and it will be passed down forever!"

Ji Pingsheng said very arrogantly.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and said in unison: "Please think again, suzerain!"

"Don't talk about it, let's talk about it and I will immediately disappear!"

Ji Pingsheng's expression of exasperation frightened them into silence.

If the suzerain gets excited and commits suicide on the spot, that would be fun.

"Brothers, don't worry, this regulation cannot succeed."

Bodhi said calmly: "As the saying goes, good people don't pay for their lives, and bad people live for thousands of years."

"With the behavior of the suzerain, it will be long live."

Disciples: "..."

Ji Pingsheng: "..."

"Don't let anyone stop me! I'm going to ascend to heaven right now!"

After making a fuss for quite a while, these disciples calmed down Ji Pingsheng who was making trouble.

Chi Zhengyang looked at Ji Pingsheng who was furious, and said cautiously: "Sovereign, you have fulfilled your filial piety for half a year, should we bury the old suzerain back?"

"That's right. After all, it's safe to bury it in the ground. Let's dig it out and give it a hug next time when you have time."

As Ji Pingsheng said that, he jumped off the table and walked out of the Bronze Hall alone, regardless of his disciples.

After the disciples looked at each other, they showed wry smiles, and then followed, preparing to help Ji Pingsheng carry the coffin, so that the old suzerain could be buried for the second time.

however.

The premise of carrying the coffin is that there is a coffin to carry.

5 minutes.

Ji Pingsheng's house.

A group of people huddled in front of the stone bed in Ji Pingsheng's room, looking at the stone bed that had been lifted in a daze.

The bed was empty.

Nothing.

Ji Ping was stunned.

The disciples were also dumbfounded.

The entire room was silent for a moment, as if time had stood still, and the sound of rapid breathing and rapid heartbeat could be clearly heard.

After a full ten seconds of silence, Chi Zhengyang looked at the empty stone bed dully, and asked dryly, "Sect Master, where is the coffin?"

"Who the hell do I know!"

Ji Pingsheng roared with a look of collapse on his face.

His body stiffened, and he stepped into the stone bed like a machine, and kept groping in the open area that was only two meters long. What about the big coffin?"

Don't touch it, there is nothing left at a glance.

"Sure enough, is it still lost?"

Qi Luo sighed with a sullen face, she has already been hit once, and she will not be hit a second time.

If you lose it once, it's not unacceptable to lose it a second time, right?

"Shouldn't it? Isn't it right? How could it not be?"

The highlights in Ji Pingsheng's eyes gradually disappeared, and the black pupils became even darker.

"Senior sister, the suzerain is broken."

You Kun touched Qi Luo and whispered.

"The relationship between the suzerain and the old man is the best. Losing the old man's coffin is a bit unbearable for him. I have no choice but to think of a way."

Qi Luo analyzed with a solemn face.

"To find ways to?"

You Kun suggested in a low voice: "Did the big black dog dig it? It's not here anyway."

Dahei in the hidden world:? ? ? ?

Just when Qi Luo and the others were about to speak to comfort Ji Pingsheng, Ji Pingsheng suddenly turned his head and burst out with a green light in his eyes.

"Is it that one of you was stolen home and hugged to sleep!"

Everyone looked at Ji Pingsheng speechlessly.

You think everyone is as perverted as you!

"Let's look for any clues first, a big coffin can't just disappear, right?"

Chi Zhengyang put forward reliable opinions.

Then, a circle of people searched around Ji Pingsheng's bed, not sparing any corner.

"Hey, suzerain, why is there a small dry spot on your mattress?"

You Kun touched Ji Pingsheng's bed curiously, and said doubtfully.

Ji Pingsheng's face froze slightly, but he quickly recovered, and said calmly, "I just accidentally spilled water on the bed."

"Will water on the bed make it dry?"

"Oh, maybe it's not water."

"what is that?"

"Jewel."

"Then what is the dry paper ball in the corner used for?"

"The sun and the moon gain and lose, and the energy overflows. If children don't understand, don't ask questions!"

A group of people turned Ji Pingsheng's room upside down, but they couldn't find any clues, as if the coffin had disappeared and disappeared out of thin air.

Even without these useless people, Ji Pingsheng searched for fingerprints, footprints, dust and traces according to his superficial detective knowledge.

Indeed, nothing was found, which made him disappointed and sad.

"The old man's coffin, can't it be the way of transformation?"

Ji Pingsheng frowned and muttered to himself.

Transformation is also equal to death, but it is different from ordinary death. After a monk transforms into Tao, his body, soul, etc., all return to the Mysterious God Realm.

Use as much as you want, Hua Dao is such a concept.

But what puzzled them most was.

The old suzerain is already dead, how could he die a second time, using a corpse to transform into a dao!

Could it be that the coffin has become enlightened?

"Sovereign, this is the end of the matter, I still want to open something."

Qi Luo comforted Ji Pingsheng softly.

"That's right, maybe it's just that the coffin is bored, maybe it's okay to go out for a walk."

You Kun hastily agreed.

"Hey."

Ji Pingsheng sighed deeply, rubbed his sad face, squinted at You Kun and said, "The coffin is not you, how could it be possible to walk around!"

"Okay, okay, what should you do, let me think about it myself."

Ji Pingsheng drove everyone away impatiently.

Although they were worried about Ji Pingsheng's situation, they hesitated for a long time before dawdling away.

After everyone left, Ji Pingsheng stared blankly at the empty bed for a few seconds, then closed the stone bed.

After the stone bed was closed, he tidied the mattress again, dry-cleaned the somewhat stained mattress with spiritual energy, and crushed the paper balls from a long time ago.

"It's careless."

Ji Pingsheng lay on the clean bed and sighed.

But he didn't care too much, and he wasn't shy either.

Self-overflow, all self-overflow, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

"How did the old suzerain's coffin disappear, and why did it disappear?"

Ji Pingsheng lay on the bed, frowned and closed his eyes, constantly recalling the memories of the old suzerain in his mind.

One after another was ignored by him, but very bizarre memories flooded into his mind.

Among them, the most outrageous is.

"Because Mao Laozi travels to the wilderness, he can be picked up in seconds!"

The disciples who were kicked out by Ji Pingsheng looked at each other at the door, and didn't know what to do next.