Wang Chen felt that he had spent a long time in darkness, as if he had spent a longer time than his life, he only remembered hearing a click, the soft sound of the mechanical lock opening, and the muddy feeling gradually left him, he vaguely saw a white light appear in front of him, and a vague sound came from his ears.

Am I dead?

It doesn't seem to be there yet!

In his memory, fireballs fell from the sky, burning everywhere, like the end of the world, and he stood on the street in despair waiting for death to come, but then what? - I don't remember!

He seemed to be lying in a small, but very comfortable iron box, was it a coffin? Thanks to the state for not forcing him to be cremated, Wang Chen was already awake, but he didn't want to open his eyes, and now someone was talking in his ear. A young boy who had not yet changed his voice said in fear: "Master! The flesh coffin of the Great Heavenly Venerable of Life is glowing! ”

"It's the Dharma Body of the Great Heavenly Venerable of China's Life Conservation and Salvation!" A slightly old voice rang out, and then there was the sound of him slapping the boy's scalp hard.

"You scoundrel!" Later, the old voice scolded: "We all told us that this iron coffin is the treasure of our Xiamaoshan lineage, the ancestral magic weapon, our ancestor of Maoshan got this coffin of the Heavenly Realm to support life and save the world, and only then did he comprehend the magic of refining corpses and driving corpses, and you dare to move with the ancestral heavy weapons...... See if I don't kill you, a scoundrel! ”

"Didn't I just want to re-comprehend the ancestor's spell from this iron coffin?" The young man said aggrievedly.

"Master, you said that we are the descendants of the Xiamaoshan lineage, but the Taoist priest from the Taiqingguan Courtyard on Phoenix Mountain said that we impersonated them as the Maoshan Dharma Urn, and also said that Master, you don't even have a degree, you are a fake Taoist, saying that we are just eating the dead and collecting bones for burial, and we are not from Maoshan at all."

"Nonsense!" The old man blew his beard angrily and glared, panting unevenly and said: "They lost the spell passed down by the ancestor of the Nine Princes, and let those people in Nanjing Chaotian Palace take it away, but instead blamed us for passing on the lineage and driving us out of the Shangqing Palace. Outrageous! ”

"My division commander's palace is dead, and I want to see the day when we go down to Maoshan Mountain, retrieve the ancestor spell, and drive the golden armor corpse to the Shangqing Palace!"

When the young man heard this, he said angrily: "The Patriarch of the Nine Princes can comprehend the spell from the body coffin of the Emperor of Life, why can't we?" He said excitedly: "When we comprehend the thirteen methods of the corpse path from the treasure of the ancestor, we will definitely be able to reproduce the grand occasion of our Xiamao Mountain and the Zhengyi faction of the three southeastern provinces!" Considering the rules of the ancestors, waiting for the people from the Qing Palace to come to the door, do we still want to let them be humiliated? ”

"Shangqing Palace?" The old man's division commander Gong was keenly aware of something, and asked anxiously: "You scoundrel, what is going on again?" Shangqing Palace has no reason, why did you come to the door, did you tell the matter of the ancestor's treasure? ”

The young man suddenly became frightened, and said hesitantly: "The Taoist priest in the Shangqing Palace laughed at us, and I ...... in a fit of anger."

The division commander Gong was angry, and he slapped his little apprentice with a shake of his hand, and he roared angrily: "You...... You're confused! We have no power and no power, let the Shangqing Palace know. Is there still the life of our master and apprentice? You don't like us to pick up the bones of the dead, can the master forget you when he has a bite to eat? With this little bit of skill left by the ancestor. Although our master and apprentice are a little disliked, we don't have to worry about food and clothing. ”

"But you, a rebel, have you caused a catastrophe, do you want to be a teacher?"

Saying that, the master palace trotted all the way, and said to the apprentice: "If it weren't for me, I would be a bad apprentice, and you would be my poor sister, the only son...... I...... Alas! Quickly pack up your things, and before the people from the Shangqing Palace come, run first. ”

The little apprentice Liushen said without a master: "Uncle...... No, Master! What about the patriarch's relics? ”

"Back then, the Patriarch of the Nine Princes saw a comet fall to the ground at night, and it took three days to find this coffin in the mountain, and comprehended our corpse path spell from the corpses of the immortals inside...... The whole body of this coffin is cast of too white fine gold, weighing more than 18,000 catties, the ancestor of the Nine Princes does not know how much effort it took to dig it out of the mountain, and now in a hurry, it moves it. Put it here! I'll find a hidden place and bury it on the spot! ”

"I'll be looking for it in the future...... Anyway, it must not fall into the hands of that group of traitors. ”

Wang Chen, who was inside the 'coffin', opened his eyes and exhaled deeply-is this a TV series playing outside? It's still stereo surround sound, and it's a big deal! I heard that some funeral businesses have developed refrigerated coffins and networked coffins to meet the needs of various customers after they die, and there is a joke about how to say: even if I die, I have to use my withered throat to roar: mobile phone, charging, even ifi.

I didn't expect that there was really this kind of service in the coffin!

Wang Chen opened his eyes and saw that on the glass plate less than thirty centimeters away from his chest, a Taoist boy with a Taoist bun stared wide-eyed, looking at him with a frightened expression, he didn't have time to praise the high-end atmosphere of this coffin, with a three-dimensional 3D large screen, he saw the Taoist boy screaming.

"Master, the Great Heavenly Venerable is deceiving the corpse!"

Looking at Xiaodao Tong's snot and tears flowing on his face, Wang Chen inexplicably felt funny, he stretched out his hand to push, and the screen in front of him suddenly slipped open a gap the size of three fingers, Xiaodao Tong's eyes were fast, and he held the 'coffin' against it, and shouted:

"Deceived corpses! It's a dead life! The coffin board of the Great Heavenly Venerable of Life Preservation can't be suppressed! ”

"Stinky boy! Surprised! The division commander palace angrily walked in from the front hall, and just wanted to scold the little apprentice, he saw the Tianzun Dharma Body in his ancestor's relics pushing open the crystal treasure cover on the surface of the iron coffin, and got up and sat up.

The division commander Gong's eyes rolled and he was about to faint.

The little apprentice hurriedly ran over, pinched the master's people, and cried, "Master, you can't die...... What can I do if you're dead? Our Maoshan Mountain, even in the Nine Princes Patriarch, has also practiced a flying yaksha, and now even the gods who are offered are cheating corpses. What can I do, apprentice? Master......"

Looking at the little Taoist boy crying to death, listening to the dialect that was a bit like Hokkien, Wang Chen didn't know whether to disturb their master and apprentice, he looked back, and realized why this master and apprentice called themselves the Great Heavenly Venerable of China for Life Conservation and Salvation! On the lid of the iron coffin, it was written - Chinese Multiverse Dimensional Republic, The Salvation Army Rescue Life Preservation Warehouse.

Although it is a simplified Chinese character, looking at the ancient Chinese costumes and familiar dialects of the two people in front of them, they should also understand it.

"Ahem!" Wang Chen coughed twice and said, "I'm sorry." What dynasty is it now? ”

"Don't eat me!" The little apprentice wailed and collapsed on the body of the division commander's palace, but it was the pain of being pinched by the land among the people of the division commander's palace, and he woke up with a hard pain, and when he heard this 'Great Tianzun' who deceived the corpse open his mouth to speak human words, it was still the accent of the capital, but he was not so afraid! If they can speak human words, they are not zombies, they are not zombies - then their master and apprentice can still live.

He trembled and hugged his fists towards Wang Chen and said: "Tianzun is up again, now it is the Ming Dynasty......"

Wang Chen's eyes lit up when he heard the 'Ming Dynasty'...... I'm - crossed?

But look at the 'iron coffin' under him, this kind of life support warehouse shape is not too sci-fi, but listening to the words of the master and apprentice, it seems that he has been sleeping in the life support warehouse for a long time, and this kind of technology tree that can only be pointed out by space travel-life dormancy warehouse is not born in the early 21st century, and he can use it if he has suffered a major disaster.

And what the hell is this Chinese multiverse dimensional republic?

What is The Salvation Army? Another name for the PLA?

Crossing the ...... by sitting in a living barn It's a bit non-mainstream! And that Nine Princes Patriarch can comprehend the Tao of yarn from the life support warehouse!

"Zhu Yuanzhang's Ming Dynasty!" In order to prevent there from being a great Ming in the other world, Wang Chen asked a special question, and then asked, "What era is it now?" ”

"Qi Qi Tianzun." When the old Taoist priest of the division commander palace heard Zhu Yuanzhang's three words, his brows trembled slightly, and he also learned the appearance of the big official in the play, and bowed down and said: "Today's year name is the forty-first year of Wanli!" ”