Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

Zhan Ying's body is still waiting for the ministers to pay their respects. Daqian has only had two emperors in total. If this coffin does not belong to Zhan Ying, it can only belong to Zhan Ying's old mother.

That is Wei Chenfeng’s biological grandmother.

Du Manzhi was completely confused. She held down the little dragons surrounding her and waited for Wei Chenfeng to explain.

Wei Chenfeng woke the guard up, and before the other party showed any horror, he calmly made a "get out" gesture.

The two men obediently went to stand guard in the distance, and he explained: "The people sent to the imperial mausoleum have returned and brought back the body of the late emperor."

Du Manzhi: "..."

Good guy.

This body must have been buried for twenty or thirty years.

The mausoleum was full of traps, making it easy to get in but difficult to get out. That group of people not only got out, they even dug out the late emperor!

What’s the difference between this and a tourist group forcibly snatching the big boss as a souvenir!

The closer they got to the main hall, the more restless the little golden dragons formed by dragon energy became. They all crowded towards the coffin, regardless of being led by their tails.

It's like a child who has suffered a great injustice outside and is eager to go back to complain to his parents.

They had never reacted so enthusiastically to Zhan Yingke.

What was it like back then?

He handled his business in a businesslike manner, as perfunctorily as if he were a corporate slave who hadn't had a vacation for a month. His rage was enough to kill ten evil sword immortals.

Du Manzhi narrowed his eyes.

In her eyes, the coffin looked unusual.

Resentment and vitality blend together, despair and hope coexist, and there is a sign of harmony between yin and yang.

If it is simply evil spirit, the things in the coffin must be extremely evil and need to be eliminated immediately.

But the group of people pulled the coffin and walked back to Kyoto safely, which was enough to show that this person had no ill will towards the living.

The reaction of the dragon energy also illustrates one point:

The person lying in the coffin is the master they truly recognize.

"The late emperor was buried after his death. Logically, after she left, Longqi should have found another wise master... I thought Longqi had already recognized Zhan Ying."

Leading this group of happy "puppies", Du Manzhi instantly understood who was accepted by Long Qi and who was accepted reluctantly. This was another strong evidence that Zhan Ying's position was not legitimate.

She pushed the coffin lid, but it didn't move.

"It's sealed so tightly, even if she was put into the coffin alive, she would have starved to death..." Strange, very strange.

Du Manzhi suddenly remembered something and secretly glanced at Wei Chenfeng's expression.

Fortunately, the other party did not blame her for being offensive.

Considering the relationship between herself and the Wei family, Du Manzhi coughed lightly and felt that she should be more respectful to the old senior in the coffin.

Wei Chenfeng didn't meet her gaze this time, because he was examining the edge of the coffin, pointing out some blood-red spikes.

"You are knowledgeable. Can you identify these nails and see if they have the effect of locking souls?"

Du Manzhi bent down to take a closer look.

A strange fishy smell wafted past my nose, which was unique to the blood-colored nails and was not caused by the rotting bones.

The nails were driven into the wooden board from above. She squatted down and discovered that because the nails were longer than ordinary coffin nails, the tip of the nail was tilted and exposed under the wood.

The first thing I noticed was the old paper talisman hanging under the nail.

She pushed aside the talisman paper and made another discovery.

There are some patterns carved on the surface of the long nail using micro-carving technique, vaguely resembling an evil ghost wielding a whip!

Du Manzhi became serious: "What a vicious mind!"

The long nails are soaked in blood, with curses on them and yellow talismans on the bottom... This is to lock the soul of the late emperor inside, with no way to go up to heaven or down to earth, and can only be tortured day and night until it completely dissipates.

"It must be Zhan Ying! He did something bad and was afraid that the late emperor would come to him in his dreams, so he actually used such dirty means to torture the late emperor's soul!"

Wei Chenfeng was also moved after hearing her words. He paused and asked, "Is she still there?"

At this time, the little golden dragon that followed Du Manzhi closer to the coffin went crazy.

The dragon energy banged hard on the edge of the coffin, trying to pry open the lid and release the owner inside - it had been forced to be separated for so long, and it had not yet properly explained its grievances and depression to the late emperor.

Du Manzhi brushed away the anxiously dancing head of the little golden dragon: "It's still there, but the situation may not be good."

In the past, she had only heard about the late emperor's deeds, but until today, seeing his devastated soul still tenaciously alive, her admiration for the late emperor reached its peak.

She pointed to the center of the coffin lid.

With this line as the boundary, she and Wei Chenfeng each took half and used their own methods to pull out the blood-red spikes and restore freedom to the soul of the late emperor.

The noise on the palace road grew louder and louder.

The number of officials entering the palace is still increasing, and they don’t have much time left.

Du Manzhi cleared his mind of distractions, and a ghost pattern appeared on his left palm, communicating with the trace of divine consciousness left by Nu Qing.

Under the shining divine light, the evil spirits and blood seemed to have met their natural enemy, and melted away in the blink of an eye!

The blood-red color on the long nails faded quickly, the nails became thinner, and passed through the holes in the coffin lid and fell to the ground, making a clinking sound, and soon all the nails fell down.

Du Manzhi was not in a hurry to open the coffin.

She looked at the progress on the other side.

An arm condensed with black energy emerged from Wei Chenfeng's heart. He exerted force with his fingertips and steadily pulled out each long nail. He threw the nails aside one after another, and the sound of them falling was very rhythmic.

The result was that he was only three spikes behind her.

After the restraints were removed, a slight cool breeze wafted out from the seams, the temperature around them dropped, and they all felt like someone was watching them.

The man seemed to be lying behind the crack in the coffin, peeking through the hole.

Wei Chenfeng thought for a moment, performed the salute as a junior, and introduced himself.

The coldness no longer spread, but only lingered around him. It must be the old lady looking at her little grandson carefully.

In fact, Du Manzhi had already confirmed that although this guy controlled a human skin mask workshop, he himself had never worn one, so this was his original face.

As the grandson of Duke Dingguo, no one, whether in Huangsha Pass or in Kyoto, could tell for many years that he was a descendant of the Wei family.

Because he looks like his mother.

Even if you pull his brother Wei Jingchuan over, the two of them don't look like real brothers.

It is conceivable that it was basically impossible for the late emperor to read anything from his face.

Du Manzhi was lost in thought when she suddenly received a look.

Wei Chenfeng probably wanted to tell the late emperor's spirit something in private that only his family members knew.

She straightened her collar and walked out, ready to put on the airs of a Yuxu Palace charlatan: "Everyone who should be here should be here, I'll go and delay them for a while."

Wei Chenfeng's eyes moved slightly, and he said in a very considerate and gentle tone: "It has been a long time since you, my lords, have discussed matters with Taizu in the same hall. Why not invite them here to comfort the relationship between the monarch and his subjects?"

Du Manzhi almost tripped over the threshold: "Are you serious?"

The late emperor has been buried for many years. The old minister who discussed matters with her back then? Ha...

Two died of illness, two died of overwork, and four officially retired...

There were three others who wanted to retire and return home, but Zhan Ying wouldn't let them go, including Old Tutor Yan.

Du Manzhi looked back in surprise.

The man kneeling in the candlelight looked at her, with a faint smirk on his lips.

Their eyes met, and she touched her chest, feeling like a scholar who had strayed into an ancient temple and met a wild mountain fox that had just transformed. Unfortunately, the fox had no idea how attractive he was.

She soon laughed too.

Even though they are separated by death, they are still superiors and subordinates who have worked together. I wonder how those pedantic old ministers who think they are noble will react when they see their former boss?

"That's a good idea. Wait here!"