That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Ming Qiao bent over and stood in front of the tombstone, carefully identifying the words on the lower right corner, and after a while, he nodded to Zhong Xun who was beside him, turned around and said to several people: "It is indeed the monument set up by Master Lingjun, this should be the demon Dragon's Cloak Tomb."

"En." Zhong Xun replied deeply, and found three sticks of fine incense from nowhere, lit a fire, lightly fanned the open flame, stood in front of the tombstone with a serious expression, bowed down and worshiped three times. Worship, three sticks of incense were solemnly lit.

The wind blowing on his body was mixed with a faint smell of incense, Si Huaihuan raised his hands and leaned against the big tree behind him, staring thoughtfully at the incense in front of the grave, frowning slightly.

He didn't do anything to the world at all, but when they heard that the demon dragon appeared in the world, they were terrified. No matter it was true or not, they hoped that he could die thoroughly. No one would think of burning incense for him. The person who came to dig the grave could actually light a stick of incense for him.

"Sect Master Ming..." Ming Qiao was a little puzzled by his actions, subconsciously called out, and felt that something was wrong, so he didn't say anything further.

Zhong Xun knew what he was going to say, so he looked back at Dongyangyan and Sheng Lanchu, and saw that they also had doubts on their faces, so he smiled and said in a calm tone: "It's dead after all, we want to poach them You can’t even offer a stick of incense to the grave.”

He gently patted the incense ash off his hands, walked around the tombstone to the edge of the stone grave behind, stretched out his hand to grab a little bit of old soil that fell on it, and rubbed it in his hands.

"The rumors only say that Master Lingjun committed suicide in front of the Clothes Tomb, but there are also rumors that he walked into the tomb before committing suicide. What kind of tomb can be determined only by digging up this tomb. If the underground is really built If we entered the tomb, then this stone tomb should be the passage to get in."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Xun raised his hand and pulled out the saber that he was carrying with him. The dark Shen Yuan sword came out of its sheath, and a dazzling aura shot out, like an electric light flowed on the tip of the sword, and it fell on the stone grave and hit a crack.

Seeing that he couldn't split the stone grave with one blow, Ming Qiao quickly ran to the other side with his eyes sinking, turned around and pulled out the streamer sword from his waist, and chopped down the stone grave in front of him with all his strength. .

Zhong Xun raised his sword to cooperate with his second blow, and the two sharp sword qi made a collision and whistling sound in the silent mountain forest. In response to a loud cracking sound, the two cracked stone cracks spread to the entire building. The graveyard rolled down to the ground with the dust accumulated on it.

The expressions on the faces of several people sank little by little. After the stone was cracked, there was no passage into the tomb as Zhong Xun expected, but an earthen tomb exuding an old earthy smell.

Sheng Lanchu frowned and walked around the earthen tomb, and said to herself: "Could it be that we are wrong, this clothes mound really only buried that monster's clothes?"

Her voice was not loud, but the few people present could hear it clearly. Zhong Xun put Shen Yuanjian back into the scabbard, and said nothing with a sullen expression.

"No..." Ming Qiao poked the sticky Chen soil with his scabbard, and suddenly interrupted Sheng Lanchu's murmur, saying, "If you just bury a coffin with clothes and hats, why bother to bury it on top of the earthen grave?" Put stones on it? The demon dragon has long since lost its reputation, so we can't expect future generations to look decent when they worship."

Zhong Xun raised his eyes to look at him, was silent for a while and didn't know what he thought of, leaned his sword on the tombstone in front of the grave, turned around and went into the small mountain forest, picked up a few strong thick branches and returned, and distributed them to everyone. hand.

Without waiting for the others to ask, Zhong Xun poked the soil of the grave with a thick branch in his hand, and said, "Sect Master Ming is right, Master Lingjun probably wouldn't do such unnecessary things, maybe there is something buried inside. It's not about clothes, but what we're looking for."

"Sect Master Zhong means..." Sheng Lanchu turned her head and glanced at Dong Yangyan next to her, and asked with some uncertainty: "The so-called Demon Dragon Clothes Tomb is just a cover, Master Lingjun's purpose is to bury his Zen staff in the This underground?"

"It's not impossible. No one has found this place in the past 300 years. It shows that people are afraid of the dead dragon, and even disdain to worship him. It is the safest place to hide the most important things here." Ming Qiaoshun After analyzing her words, she also put down the saber in her hand, and went forward holding the branch to get busy.

They didn't bring digging shovels, they only relied on a few branches and didn't know how long it would take to dig. Sheng Lanchu and Dong Yangyan glanced at each other, and rolled up their sleeves to help together.

Wu Nian has been standing not far from the tombstone reading the scriptures, and stopped when he saw them bent down and dug the grave together, picked up the branch left by Zhong Xun at his feet, and was about to step forward when his eyes suddenly glanced aside Si Huai was still leaning on the tree trunk with his arms around his chest.

Si Huai's eyes kept falling on the overlapping peaks on the other side of the cliff. When he saw Wu Nian approaching, he withdrew his wandering thoughts, smashed the wooden stick in his hand to the ground, and straightened his crooked body. , asked: "Have you finished reading the scriptures?"

"I have done ceremonies for many families. I have guarded the coffin beside the coffin, sent the dead to the ground with relatives, and performed ceremonies for moving the grave. I have never dug someone's grave. Even if I am a heinous person, digging the grave and opening the coffin This kind of thing is always uneasy, and it is better to read the scriptures once to make the dead souls peaceful."

Revenant?Si Huai's eyes fell on Wu Nian's face, and suddenly he laughed softly.

His soul is gone, his bones are smashed, and he has no soul left.

If he hadn't left a wisp of soul in the world, he wouldn't be able to piece together his soul, let alone follow others to dig his own grave after 300 years.

Wu Nian thought about what I said just now, I really didn't know which sentence made him laugh, and I didn't intend to pursue it further, so I just asked: "Are you not going to help?"

Si Huai turned his head and glanced at the suzerains and young suzerains who were working hard to plan the mound with branches, shook his head decisively, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "My son is also a gentleman Mr. Feng Yajia, I don't do such things as digging graves."

"..." Wu Nian seemed to have gotten used to his occasional indecency, reached out and took the branch that Si Huai was leaning on as a crutch, turned around and walked towards Zhong Xun.

The smile on Si Huai's face solidified bit by bit behind him, the blackness in his eyes was so thick that Yong Ye couldn't melt away, and finally he only let out a very soft sigh, and turned his face to look at the group in the distance. on the hill.

He didn't care whether what Lingjun buried under this earthen grave was just a coffin with clothes or a Zen stick hidden under his name.

He just didn't want to dig his own grave with his own hands, and he didn't want to break through the superficial barrier to reveal the things hidden underneath that made him extremely fearful and flustered...even though he didn't know what was inside.

Even the masters of the Immortal Sect did it themselves, only relying on a few thick tree branches in their hands, and dug for two or three hours before digging up the mound of soil on the surface, and finally relied on the mobilization of the puppet spell, At the same time, he urged more than a dozen branches and boulders to move together with his cultivation, and then he accelerated his speed. When the sun in the sky was about to set, he dug up the black wooden coffin buried underneath.

Opening the coffin was much easier than digging the grave. When Si Huai woke up from a sleep and heard the movement walking slowly, the crown had already been pried off by them, revealing the inside of the coffin.

What was placed inside was not a Zen staff, but a neat set of blue and white clothes.

Si Huai recognized that suit, and it was his favorite set of clothes when he was a teenager, but his body soon grew to be as tall as Lingjun, and this set of clothes couldn't fit anymore.

"It seems that our thinking was wrong. It is indeed just an ordinary tomb..." Ming Qiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, leaned against the tree trunk behind him a little tiredly, and said apologetically: "We are tired of you!" I made this trip for nothing."

"Sect Master Ming doesn't need to blame himself. This is a matter of luck. No one said that the Zen stick must be inside." Dong Yangyan said a word of relief, seeing that Zhong Xun and Sheng Lanchu were silent, he also shut up and didn't do anything else. Voice.

Si Huai didn't pay much attention to them. He stood beside the big pit they dug and looked at the coffin underneath. The suit of clothes was placed too flat, which reminded him of Lingjun who used to fold it for him in the meditation room. The appearance of the clothes.

Nothing is what he hoped for, but at this moment, his own empty coffin, he felt that this place should not be just a coffin with clothes, otherwise he wouldn't be here when Wu Nian said he was going to come here Sometimes, there is that extremely strong feeling of uneasiness in my heart.

He knew what he should do at this time and didn't know how to turn around and walk away, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move half a step away. A very absurd idea appeared in his mind, and there was something in his heart that didn't seem to belong to him. The voice was telling him that there was something else underground, which was left to him by Lingjun.

"Lingjun..."

Si Huai recited the name in his mind, turned around and took a branch from Wu Nian who was next to him, jumped to the side of the wooden coffin without saying a word, and picked up the clothes neatly placed inside with a calm face.

Everyone was a little confused about what he was doing, so they were about to ask questions when they heard the sound of the mechanism. The tombstone in front of the grave slowly moved and made the sound of rubbing against the ground, and the stone bricks on the ground were pulled by the iron chain underneath. A hole the size of a person was exposed.

Sheng Lanchu, who was closest, poked her head and took a look into the dark hole, and said in disbelief, "There really is a tomb under here..."

"It's a mound of earth and a coffin. It almost deceived us all. If the clothes are buried outside, there must be something important hidden in the tomb." Ming Qiao stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand and pulled Si Huai away. He asked, "How does Mr. Si know that there are organs in the coffin?"

"It's just luck." Si Huai replied perfunctorily, secretly glanced at Wu Nian nervously, and was relieved to see that he wasn't looking at him.

He originally thought that the coffin board under the clothes would be a partition, but he didn't expect to bump into the mechanism by mistake. Lingjun spent so much effort, if he said that there was nothing else inside, even he wouldn't believe it.

But...is he doing this right?

Si Huai's heart was extremely disturbed, yet extremely relaxed. No matter what was inside, it was a foregone conclusion, allowing him to stay by Wu Nian's side with peace of mind in this life, or he was found to be the demon who was resurrected after death. dragon.

Ming Qiao picked up the branches that were still on the ground, broke them into small pieces and bundled them together, tore a large piece of cloth from his robe and wrapped it around, lit a fire talisman to light the cloth, and made it into a small torch. He was about to go down ahead when Zhong Xun reached out and stopped him.

"I'm the last senior among the few people, and I'm older than you. I'll go ahead. If there's anything wrong with you, you immediately withdraw." Zhong Xun didn't have any expression on his face, and reached out to take the torch in Ming Qiao's hand, not letting it go. The others said something, turned and walked away.

Seeing this, Ming Qiao didn't say much, and followed him down.

Sheng Lanchu looked down, and was about to follow, but was dragged behind by Dong Yangyan and took the lead. Before he could swear, Dong Yangyan turned his head and smiled at her, saying: "You follow me , so that I can protect you in front."

"Did you hear that?" Si Huai turned his head and looked at Wu Nian casually, leaned over and lowered his voice, "Go ahead of me, and I will protect you at the end."

Just as Wu Nian was about to say something, Sheng Lanchu's figure had disappeared at the entrance of the cave. Si Huai pushed him lightly from behind, and then forgot what he was about to say, and followed in with a low body.

The entrance of the passage is very narrow, and only one person can pass through. The few people who came down in front were waiting in front. Seeing Si Huai swaying down slowly, I was relieved to follow up.

The cave walls on both sides are uneven and rough, but the floor tiles are neatly covered under the feet. By the light of the torch, you can see that the paintings on them are all lotus flowers in different colors and shapes.

Looking at the lotus flowers all over the ground, Si Huai paused for a while on the narrow stone steps. There was always an inexplicable feeling in his heart, but he couldn't tell what it was, so he could only temporarily put aside his messy thoughts and walk down quickly.

The moment his feet stepped on the ground, there was a loud bang from the top, the hazy light above was suddenly blocked, and a round boulder rolled down from the cave entrance, smashing towards Si Huai with a thunderous posture.

Si Huai's eyes froze, and he flew down quickly, but the stone rolled rumblingly along the narrow passage as if being pushed by something. The man rushed back, while pulling out the Flying Flower Moon-by-Moon Fan at his waist to block it.

The folding fan in his hand swirled and struck the boulder, bursting out a very strong murderous aura, and the whole ground trembled violently in an instant.

The big stone stopped five steps away from Si Huai, and there was a horizontal gap in the middle where it was hit by the fan, and it seemed to be broken into two parts.

"Are you okay?" Wu Nian walked up quickly and patted his shoulder lightly.

"It's okay." Si Huai replied a little stiffly, turned around after being frozen for a while, gave him a helpless smile, raised the broken folding fan in his hand, pointed his head at the people behind him and said, "Go out and you You have to pay me a weapon."

Wu Nian looked around and saw that there was no abnormality in his expression, and heard several suzerains agree loudly, so he was relieved and continued to follow.

Si Huai looked at Wu Nian's back, and when no one was paying attention, he turned his head and glanced at the boulder, the cracks on it were still cracking.

If it is not an illusion, he seems to have sensed the aura of Shanhejian in the chilling aura that burst out just now, and it is so fleeting that it is almost undetectable.

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