After being wronged and rehabilitated

The secret realm at a height of ten thousand feet is almost connected to the sky. A towering giant tree soars straight into the sky, standing lush and straight, with luxuriant branches and leaves, like a ladder that is accurately placed at the entrance of the secret realm.

There is a pavilion on a branch of the spiritual tree ladder, and the rhinoceros shines on the stone table with a dark fire burning fiercely.

Su Cansheng sat on the stone bench in a straight voice, listening to Xuelang's divine sense with lowered eyes: "That coffin is full of spells, and I can't open it."

Su Cansheng's eyes flashed like frost, and said coldly: "Then bring the coffin back together."

Decades have passed, and Su Cansheng, who was still a young disciple back then, has become the head of the Three Schools revered by thousands of people. He wears a snow-white robe, and his face is indifferent and majestic.

Snow Wolf responded and then fell silent.

The rhinoceros horn used by the disciples to enter the secret realm is only half the size of a fingernail, and it is already a life-saving talisman in the secret realm, while the rhinoceros horn on Su Cansheng's table that is only used for lighting is as long as an arm, which is extravagant.

Su Cansheng stared blankly at the You Huo.

Back then when he entered the secret realm with Xiang Chongjing, the Xizhaoyouhuo distributed was only the size of a fingernail, and it was always going out from time to time, and it seemed to be broken.

Xiang Chongjing caught a glimpse of it by accident, and exchanged his photo with him indifferently.

In the end, Su Cansheng drew his sword with his own hands and cut off his own Xizhaoyouhuo with a single sword.

Thinking of this, Su Cansheng took a choked breath, and a pained look of regret finally appeared on his indifferent face.

At this moment, someone came happily stepping on the branches, but he could hear the person humming a joyous... mourning song without seeing him.

Su Cansheng didn't even need to think about who had arrived, he frowned and looked coldly.

Soon, the man jumped all the way over.

This man was dressed in a very weird way, half of his clothes were red and half were white, and his wide sleeves fluttered wildly with his bouncing movements. He could vaguely see "Dian" embroidered with red thread on the white part and "Hi" embroidered with black thread on the red part. ".

A bunch of palm-sized wooden boxes were strung up on this strange man with red thread, and it looked like a coffin, with ties all over his body, and the frames rattled when he walked around.

"I've seen Su Shouzun." The man quickly jumped all the way to Su Cansheng, the smile on his face couldn't be stopped, "I came to collect the body of Xiangjian Zun in person, I didn't know you came earlier In three days, have you found the body?"

The man looked beaming, he didn't look like he came to collect the corpse, but he seemed to come to drink a wedding.

When Su Cansheng heard the word "corpse", his expression turned colder: "He's not dead yet, so you don't need to collect it for him..."

He couldn't say the word "corpse".

"Tsk." Song Youqiu sat across from Su Cansheng, took out a piece of paper from his white sleeve, flung it away, pointed to the black and white letters on it, and said, "Look, Xiang Chongjing left me with my life 60 years ago. The lights went out, and I never falsify in the funeral pavilion."

As he spoke, he rummaged through the pile of small coffins on his body for a long time before he found a small golden coffin, and put it in the palm of his hand to show Su Cansheng.

"This was decided by Xiang Chongjing himself when he came to the Funeral Pavilion."

Su Cansheng was taken aback, stared at the coffin, and said in a daze, "Why... is he going to the funeral hall?"

Song Youqiu's funeral pavilions are all over Kyushu, and they specially handle funeral affairs for those casual cultivators who have nothing to worry about, so as not to be unable to burrow into the ground and become lonely ghosts.

Casual cultivators enter the Funeral Pavilion, provide their heart and soul to make a natal lamp, and then pay all the spirit stones, and everything will be worry-free.

After a person dies, and the natal lamp in the funeral pavilion goes out, someone will travel all over Kyushu to retrieve the body and pay him a funeral.

Although Song Youqiu looked crazy and abnormal, the most convincing thing was his keeping promises. No matter where Sanxiu died in Kyushu, he would keep his promise to find the corpse and bury it.

Because of this, the business of funeral pavilions has continued in recent years, opening all over Kyushu.

But Xiang Chongjing is a disciple of Yizong, even if he dies, he will naturally go to Yizong to be buried. Why did Xiang Chongjing go to the funeral pavilion and use his heart and blood to make the natal lamp?

Song Youqiu hummed a funeral song: "Of course Yizong didn't make a natal lamp for him. It's strange to say that the majestic Kyushu Sword Master doesn't even have a natal lamp."

When Su Cansheng heard these words, his heart trembled, and an inexplicable sourness welled up in his heart, which made him have mixed feelings for a while.

As Song Youqiu said, he casually threw the coffin that Xiang Chongjing had fixed on the ground, and the palm-sized coffin instantly returned to its normal size.

Song Youqiu walked around the coffin several times: "This Jinsinan coffin is so precious, Xiang Chongjing is really willing to give it up. Forget it, since he takes good care of my business, I'll give him a tablet."

Su Can's voice finally couldn't bear it any longer, he got up and said coldly, "He's not dead yet, so there's no need for a coffin."

Song Youqiu turned around in surprise: "You didn't kill him back then?"

Su Cansheng glared at him coldly: "Not yet."

Song Youqiu: "Not even Jin Chuling?"

Before Su Cansheng could speak, Song Youqiu suddenly clapped his hands and laughed. He said cheerfully, "Since Xiang Chongjing wasn't killed by the two of you, it's a happy funeral! It's a great thing!"

He patted the coffin while talking, and a bright red "Happy" character appeared on the coffin instantly, and even the lines became beaming, as if he was going to be married in the dark.

Su Cansheng: "..."

Su Cansheng suddenly raised his eyes, his frosty pupils looked at Song Youqiu indifferently, and his spiritual power swept towards the coffin like a tidal wave.

Song Youqiu was still happily engraving a memorial tablet, which read "The beauty of Xiangda sleeps here forever", when the coffin on the side exploded into sawdust in an instant, fell to the ground with a rustle, and was blown by the wind, and disappeared.

Song Youqiu: "..."

Song Youqiu was so distressed that he burst into tears: "Are you crazy?! Do you know how much spiritual stones this coffin is worth? Xiang Chongjing almost sold himself to buy this coffin..."

"I will pay you back." Su Cansheng said expressionlessly, "Xiang Chongjing is not dead yet, the snow wolf has chased his spirit, and he is still in the soul coffin."

At this moment, a wolf howl suddenly came from the entrance of the spiritual tree ladder not far away.

Su Cansheng suddenly got up.

Soon, a snow wolf descended from the sky, just as its four claws hit the ground, the white jade coffin on its back slid straight down from its waist and abdomen, and landed heavily on the ground with a bang.

Xiang Chongjing inside was dizzy from the fall, lay dying at the bottom of the coffin, and said in a breathless voice: "Sooner or later, I will kill that wolf."

The soul-fixing coffin is separated from the outside world, except for the howl of the snow wolf with all its strength, it is difficult to hear the sound outside. The huge coffin only has the sound of your own breathing and the sound of the burning fire, and you can only vaguely glimpse the outside a ball of light.

The light seemed to be a ball of fire, and it was so dazzling that Xiang Chongjing had never seen it 60 years ago.

Xiang Chongjing looked at it for a long time, then stretched out his hand gently to touch the ball of light through the white jade coffin wall.

"Is it sunrise?"

After finishing speaking, Xiang Chongjing woke up like a dream.

Just after the third watch, where is the sunrise?

It's not the sunrise. The only thing that can penetrate through the white jade is the rhinoceros glow that illuminates all the demons and ghosts in the world.

In the vast Kyushu, there is such a place where a rhinoceros shines like a dark fire...

Phase Mirror: "..."

That nasty wolf cub actually brought him to Su Cansheng's side!

Just thinking of this, the coffin shook again, as if someone wanted to forcefully break open the coffin door.

Xiangzhong lay expressionlessly on the mirror, motionless, and thought: "Smash it, I have been smashing it for 60 years and haven't been able to break open this broken coffin, I'd like to see how capable your silkworm voice has grown in these years. "

Unless the person who set the seal came to untie the magic circle in person, the door of the coffin would not be broken at all.

After so many years, Xiang Chongjing doesn't even remember who made the seal.

Outside the soul coffin, Song Youqiu endured the pain and took another mouthful of Jinsinan coffin and put it down. He sat on the coffin and watched with great interest that Su Cansheng tried every means to open the coffin door.

But the soul-fixing coffin, which couldn't even be moved by a dragon, couldn't be opened casually.

Most of the spiritual power in Su Cansheng's body was consumed, and the white jade sarcophagus was still as new, without even a scratch.

The snow wolf turned into a half-human wolf, and squatted aside aggrieved, clawing at the gap in the coffin lid with its claws, as if trying to stuff itself in.

"Forget it, Su Shouzun." Song Youqiu propped his chin, and smiled lazily, "Since you trapped him in the secret realm with your own hands, why are you pretending now?"

Su Cansheng's eyes were dark, and he didn't answer his words, but just tried to break open the coffin with countless magic weapons.

Song Youqiu still had an exquisite smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes: "It's not enough for you to torture him for 60 years, are you planning to add another sword to make him die without a place to bury him?"

As soon as these words came out, Su Cansheng's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he looked at Song Youqiu with dark eyes: "Nonsense! How could I..."

How could you hurt him again? !

Song Youqiu looked at him with a half-smile.

Su Cansheng didn't say anything more, he took a deep breath, and said coldly, "How do you open this soul-fixing coffin?"

This person has played with the coffin for so many years, so he should know the way.

Song Youqiu crossed his legs and said with a lazy smile, "My coffin is only buried, it is never opened."

Su Cansheng was silent for a long time, turned his head to glance at the faint red figure in the white jade sarcophagus, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and he forced himself to look away.

Su Cansheng told Xuelang beside him, "Go find Jin Chuling."

Snow Wolf let out an "owwow" and flew into the air again, this time flying towards the spirit tree.

Song Youqiu jumped down from the coffin, strolled to the white jade sarcophagus, smiled and said to Su Cang who had an ugly face beside him: "Su Shouzun, can I have a look at this coffin?"

Su Cansheng ignored him, turned around and stood at the entrance of the secret realm to look in, wondering what he was thinking.

Song Youqiu took his reaction as an acquiescence, and walked around the white jade sarcophagus twice, with a blaze of fire in his eyes.

"This is a high-quality white jade crystal. It seems to be hundreds of thousands of years old. It should be the requiem coffin of some powerful monk." Song Youqiu marveled, "If it is sold outside, it may be sold for a sky-high price—— —Su Shouzun, let’s discuss, giving this coffin to Xiang Chongjing is really cheap for his poor devil’s life, when the time comes, you drag him out and flog his corpse, and sell this coffin to me at a low price.”

Su Cansheng: "..."

Su Cansheng glanced at him expressionlessly, unable to hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

Song Youqiu was able to bend and stretch, and immediately persuaded: "I'm joking."

Su Cansheng was too lazy to be familiar with him, so he turned his gaze away and waited for Jin Chuling to come over.

While Song Youqiu fondly touched the lines on the white jade sarcophagus back and forth, while taking advantage of the silkworm's sound, he took a burning rhino horn and gently scratched the coffin wall twice.

Even though the enemies were outside, Xiang Chongjing was still sleeping heartlessly. You Huo noticed something strange outside the coffin, and quickly woke Xiang Chongjing up.

Xiang Chongjing was sleepy, yawned, and frowned, looking at the place Youhuo was pointing at.

Song Youqiu used the rhinoceros to shine on the dark fire and wrote a line of words on the coffin wall outside.

"That lunatic Jin Chuling is coming, run away."

Xiang Chongjing was taken aback.

Probably because he was afraid that Xiang Chongjing would not see it, Song Youqiu paused for a while, and wrote it again.

Xiang Chongjing reacted for a while before he vaguely remembered who "that lunatic" was.

Jin Chuling, a demon cultivator, is an unmarried Taoist couple who had a marriage contract with Xiang Chongjing.

The magic circle on the coffin of the fixed soul was engraved by Jin Chuling.