Next.

The group came to the white coffin.

The white coffin was used quite ceremoniously.

The coffin looks very thick at first glance.

The old Taoist priest seemed to see the thoughts in Jin An's eyes, and took the initiative to explain:

"Looking at the texture of this coffin, it should be made of iron birch. ”

"Iron birch is known for being as hard as iron, and is mostly used in the construction of palaces, temples, and mansions of wealthy families, so it is also known as the king of wood, and the number is scarce. ”

"The number of scarce iron birch has long been scarce, so iron birch is not something that ordinary people can afford. ”

"People who can afford to use iron birch are either rich or expensive. ”

"Therefore, the person who can make a coffin out of iron birch, the identity of the person buried in this coffin must be extraordinary. ”

"This is also the reason why I didn't let the Lin family dig up the coffin and burn the corpse, and the bones were scattered. First, strange things will happen to the rich and noble, and I am worried that the people buried in this coffin will die unexplained and easy to get up; second, I am worried that I will really do too much, in case the family of the owner of this coffin will come to the door one day later, and the Lin family may not be able to prevent the catastrophe......"

After hearing this, Jin An couldn't help but glance at the old god stick beside him.

Although the other party was a little unreliable, he actually looked for him, an ordinary person, who ran to the grave in red clothes in the middle of the night to carry the corpse......

Whether he has real skills, he is still skeptical.

But the old god's heart is actually not bad.

Suddenly!

Jin An looked at him in surprise!

Because the white coffin seen from a close distance has many small details that I didn't notice before when I looked at it from a distance.

"How can there be on this white coffin... Ink fountain line?"

"Did you play it, Dao Chief?"

There were outsiders present, and Jin An did not call the old Taoist priest an old god stick.

Although Jin An has not really seen what the ink fountain line looks like, he has watched the Ninth Uncle movie.

As long as you know Uncle Nine, you know what this thing looks like, and you don't need to popularize science at all.

So Jin An recognized the traces of the ink fountain at a glance.

It's just that the ink fountain elastic line on the surface of the white coffin has faded a lot.

It's no wonder that Jin An didn't pay attention to it at first.

Faced with Jin An's question, the old Taoist priest's answer surprised Jin An, because it actually involved Shakya's people.

The old Taoist priest bent down, scraped a piece of wet grave soil on the surface of the white coffin with his little finger nails, and then handed it to Jin An, asking Jin An what he found?

Jin An'an thought that the old god stick would not do useless work to joke with him, so he fixed his eyes and looked carefully, and this look really found the difference of this wet grave soil.

Jin An was surprised: "How can there be pigment particles like gold paint in this tomb?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head: "This is not ordinary gold paint, nor is it the cinnabar ink bucket elastic line that Taoists are accustomed to, but the golden body of the monk after sitting on it." ”

"The disciple of Shakya, who pays attention to the rigidity to the yang to the fierce, is known as the Mahayana Buddhism Vajra God who does not take the six dusts and ten thousand laws, and cannot be destroyed. The little brother can imagine that the golden body of a generation of high monks is so strong that it has the purest yang energy to ward off evil spirits and punish demons, and the effect of warding off evil spirits is not worse than that of cinnabar. ”

Jin An felt the same way.

Buddha: Fahai, you are too angry

Fahai: I can see at a glance that you are not human!

🤘 Great Mighty Dragon!

World-honored Jizo!

🤙 Da Luo Mantra!

Prajna Buddhas!

Prajna Ba Ma coax!

🐉 Flying dragon in the sky!

Go!

Buddha suddenly

Lingshan Buddhas: Bold Fahai!

Fahai: Bold and demonic! Dare to pretend to be the Great Lei Yin Temple!

🤘 Great Mighty Dragon!

World-honored Jizo!

🤙 Da Luo Mantra!

Prajna Buddhas!

Prajna Ba Ma coax!

🐉 Flying dragon in the sky!

Go!

The Buddhas of Lingshan are sudden

No way! Jin An has Fahai BGM coming out in his mind, and he can't go away!

"The gold paint in this tomb is glued from the ink fountain elastic line on the surface of the white coffin. ”

"There was once a Buddhist monk who used the golden body left by the monk Shakyamuni after sitting down to fill this white coffin with ink fountain lines, sealing the contents of this white coffin and preventing the corpses inside from escaping. ”

As soon as Jin An heard the words of the old Taoist priest, the cold hair on his back erection neck stood upside down like a needle.

"This gold paint, shouldn't it be the ashes of the golden body?" Jin An subconsciously took a few steps back, away from the grave on the old Taoist's little finger.

In any case, the living have an innate diaphragm and creepiness for the dead.

"Although Taoist disciples and Buddhist disciples will use the ink bucket line in the method of suppressing corpses and sealing coffins, Taoists make good use of cinnabar ink bucket line, and Buddhism makes good use of gold lacquer ink bucket line. If the little brother encounters a sealed coffin that has been handled by a master in the future, he can use this detail to identify whether it is a Taoist disciple or a Buddhist disciple who has taken action to suppress evil spirits. ”

"Dao Chief, that's not right, how do I think the ink fountain elastic line on the lid of this coffin is broken? Did you open the coffin?" Jin An noticed another detail.

When the old Taoist priest heard this, his expression was awe-inspiring and serious: "When the Lin family dug up the coffin, the old Taoist had already discovered this detail, but now it is ready to be sent, since the coffin has been dug out by us, we can only carry the coffin back first, and then the old Taoist will re-tie the cinnabar ink bucket line." ”

Jin An: "......"

Why did he suddenly feel like he was on a thief ship?

Obviously, it looks like an ordinary white coffin from a distance.

Who would have thought that there would be so many troubles.

This is another Buddhist monk to seal the coffin, and it is the cemetery of someone else's house that occupies the magpie's nest, and the coffin lid has been lifted by someone......

Accidents one after another, Jin An suddenly had a bad premonition!

"Although man-made good fortune has not come, it has been far away, and man-made evil disasters have not been ......blessed, and it has been far away," Jin An's mouth chattered for a while.

"Little brother, what are you grunting out of?"

Jin An didn't answer.

He took a bamboo stick handed by the Lin family and prepared to carry the coffin with the Lin family.

To be cautious.

The candidates for carrying the coffin this time are still six people.

Jin An replaced one of them, and he became the leader at the forefront, and according to the words of the coffin bearer, he is now the head of the dragon.

The old Taoist priest became a mage for a while, reciting a few passages of excessive scriptures, which roughly meant that he did not intend to offend the deceased in the coffin, but just moved the cave for him, and he would definitely have a good life and a good burial, and he would not treat Yunyun badly.

Anyway, start with a lot of good things.

As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling man.

Because this process has already been done once when the coffin was lifted for the first time before, this process is simple.

The old Taoist priest hastily finished the rituals, and this time he also learned to insert three incense sticks in the coffin, and shook the requiem bell in his hand: "Get up the coffin!"

The six people squatted on the horse, and under the leadership of the dragon head of Jin'an, they all worked together to carry the coffin, but they didn't know, there was a sudden accident!

The white coffin, which was firmly bound by six two-finger thick hemp ropes, shook violently in the air, and the six people were unsteady in their steps, their bodies swayed, and they saw that the white coffin was about to fall to the ground again.

The old Taoist priest was so frightened that his lips trembled.