Those who participated in the construction of the temple suffered from various disabling illnesses one after another, either sudden illnesses, broken legs, broken arms, drowning in the river while fishing, and even worse, being hacked to death by a madman who suddenly broke through the door while sleeping at home during the day. In short, the situation is different, and it doesn't end well.

The people in the village sensed that something was wrong, so they invited a mage to come over, and after the mage checked, he said that there were ghosts under the original land temple, and after the temple was overturned, the ghosts below ran out to make trouble. The mage said that he wanted to help the villagers kill demons and demons, and after nightfall, he told the villagers to stay at home and not come out, and came to the wasteland alone.

The next day, when the people of the village came out, they saw that the person had hardened, his eyes were wide, his mouth was wide open, his seven holes were bleeding, and his face was very hideous. The villagers called the police and took away the body, but the cause of death was unknown.

No one dared to approach that clearing. After that, the people of the village approached the Southern Festival, and the people of the Southern Festival did not see anything famous, but they guessed that there might be something buried in the ground, so they asked them to dig up the soil, and then they found the eight coffins.

I thought that this was the end of the matter, but what people didn't expect was that the people who came from the Southern Festival died violently the next day.

And the same death is different, one is vomiting blood in bed and dies, one is when he gets up at night and crashes into the wall of the toilet, and the other is drowned in a basin of water, which is not big, and the water in it can only soak his cheeks, and he drowns people in a daze.

Later, those who helped dig the coffin died one after another, and the circumstances of death varied. One of them saw that the situation was not right, and wanted to flee to a distant place, but on the way to the train station, he was in a car accident, and his head and body were separated, and he died a miserable death.

This situation is quite similar to the incident of the Eight Coffins that happened in Guangzhou that year. This attracted the attention of the Southern Dharma Society and sent others over, but no matter how capable they were, all those who approached the coffin would die for various reasons. The people in the Southern Festival couldn't see what the coffin was. That's why I released this business and invited these people over.

We followed Qiu Yitong and Chaolin into the color steel plate of the fence, and built a shed in the middle, and there was a big pit under the shed, which was where the eight coffins were. As Qiu Yitong said, those coffins are still in the pit dug out.

We came to the edge of the pit, which was four or five meters deep, and eight coffins were neatly placed under the pit. One bite is like copying and pasting, all the same.

"Once you go down to the pit, you will be hit, so for the sake of safety, if you can't see it, it's better to stay in the pit~" Qiu Yitong said.

The group walked around the edge of the pit, surveying the coffin below.

The coffin is under the pit, and from this angle you can only see the lid of the coffin, and you can barely see the side of the coffin, and the rune paper on it is not as clear as it seems in the picture.

"You really don't see the fame?" I said.

It means that Gu Qihan can't see it?

Chao Lin Mian said in a tone that hid a needle in his mouth: "Maybe they saw it and didn't say it." ”

Qiu Yitong pouted and said unhappily to Chaolin: "How can you say that, you just don't see it." ”

Did the kid say that on purpose, or did he think so? I really don't believe it if everyone can't see it, including the people who are here now, they don't have a clue on the surface, and God knows what they want to write in their hearts.

I looked like Yun Mutian, who, like everyone else, walked along the edge of the big pit, looking at the coffin below.

I also walked around casually, looking at the coffin from different angles, I had already seen it in the photo before, and I couldn't see anything famous when I came to the field. What's sealed inside?

Before the old temple was demolished, it was safe and sound, is it really because the temple suppressed these eight coffins?

Qiu Yitong walked aside, and I asked, "When was that old land temple built?" ”

"I've asked the villagers, but no one knows the exact time, only that it has existed for a long time." Qiu Yitong said.

"Where was the old temple built before?"

"This is it." She said.

That temple is just above the eight coffins! Is it really to calm the coffin below? In Qiu Yitong's account, the situation only appeared after the old temple was overturned, and the situation aggravated after the coffin was dug up.

"But even if you know this, you can't know what's sealed inside." Qiu Yitong pouted and said dejectedly.

She knew this, and she thought they could ask everything they could, but there was still no progress.

"Do you have any pictures of the old land temple from before?" I asked.

"Yes, but I didn't bring it, you want to see it for you tonight." Qiu Yitong said.

Even the photos were obtained, and it seems that they did do a good job of investigating.

"Meow-" A terrible cat meow suddenly sounded.

I followed the sound and saw a flower cat fall on the coffin. I was shocked, where did the cat run out! Everyone was also shocked, staring directly at the flower cat that suddenly appeared.

The cat jumped lightly on the lid of the coffin, quickly climbed up, returned to the pit, and quickly grabbed it with one hand and picked it up. It's the kid with thick eyebrows and big eyes, it's the cat he threw at!

"You've got something wrong with your brain! What a cat to throw at the end of the day! What if it scratches the yellow talisman! A balding middle-aged fat man said angrily.

Another young man said: "I don't know what is sealed inside, the evil nature of the cat is heavy, and it will surprise the things inside." ”

The boy didn't hear it, and his eyes fell on the cat in his arms.

He wanted to test the power of those eight coffins for himself.

"It's the first time I've seen someone try this, what kind of person is that guy." Qu Xinchen muttered to himself.

"His name is Shisan." Chaolin walked over and said.

A baker's dozen? Are you sure you're not mistaken? Is this sure to be his real name?

"What's the way it came from?" Qu Xinchen asked.

"He's a child." Chaolin said.

"He's from the Jing people?" I asked.

Chaolin spread his hands, indicating that he didn't know.

Shengtong, that is, the birth child, is the clergy of the Jing folk religion, and ordinary shamans, is a kind of person who can make the gods possess themselves and thus speak for the gods. This situation is similar to that of Yaban of the Zhuang people and Suni of the Yi people.

Old man Ma said that this kind of person is the day after tomorrow, so that he knows yin and yang, and speaks ghosts and gods. It sounds very powerful, but it is also very helpless, this kind of person has no choice, once he is "chosen", he is destined to be a person in this industry.