Before leaving Nanzhou City, Zhang Peng first went back to the power plant compound and wanted to take Li Chunsheng and Lao Huangpi with him. Now that he has no two sisters, he has to bring more people to feel safe. But when he arrived at Li Chunsheng's commissary, he heard from his younger brother that their mother was hospitalized and was accompanying him in the hospital.

It seems that Li Chunsheng will not be able to come back for a while, so Zhang Peng has no choice but to leave with the old yellow skin. Zhang Xuan and Zhang Sheng took turns driving, and finally arrived at Baishui Village at nine o'clock in the morning of the next day. The two cousins drove continuously, both of them were a little tired, Zhang Peng asked them to go home to rest, and then he took the old yellow skin to the camp himself.

From afar, workers are busy on Zhupai Mountain. The crane has been repaired, and there are several steel wires hanging from it, which should be used to hang the coffin lid.

Zhang Peng took the old yellow skin and climbed the bamboo pai mountain. On the fourth floor, I met Professor Fang, Xiao He, Director Dai, Xue Bai, Zhou Fuyuan, Huang Mao and others. They were all wearing masks and hard hats, Xiao He saw the two of them, went down and took two sets, and handed them to them separately, "When the coffin is opened later, there may be corpse gas spewing out, pay attention to avoid." ”

The two nodded, put on hard hats and masks.

"Pedal Pedal ...... Stomp ...... Pedal ......"

As soon as Zhang Peng put on his mask, he felt the bamboo under his feet vibrate rhythmically. Turning his head, on the other side of the coffin, four nuns with swords on their backs were rising in the air, stepping vertically on the outside of the bamboo pai mountain, and jumping directly from the ground to the fourth floor. It is the four positions of Mingxin, Miaoyue, Qinglian, and Rufeng. When they came up, they stood in a row opposite each other, and their cold eyes swept over.

After seeing Zhang Peng, they were all a little stunned, but they didn't come over to ask. I guess I thought it was a little surprising to see him here.

"Professor Fang, I don't know what kind of wood this coffin is made of, we have broken several drilling machines to get these holes." A middle-aged man who looked like a contractor walked up, and the professor complained.

"Master Chen, we will compensate for the damaged part according to the price." Professor Fang said. Receiving a clear answer, the foreman nodded and smiled, and went down.

The specific plan for the construction is to drill holes in the coffin lid, then drive in the explosive screws, and then wrap the steel wire and lift it up with a crane. After a few moments, everything was in place and the crane began to exert its power.

"Cluck-la-la-la...... Gurrah...... Gur-la-la-......"

As the wire tightened, the coffin made a crisp wood cracking sound and shook slightly.

"Cluck-la-la-la...... Gurrah...... Gur-la-la-......"

On the third floor of Zhupai Mountain, dozens of workers hold crowbars and exert force in the gaps. The sawdust continued to crack out, but I saw several steel wires snap violently and break one after another.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The first time the coffin was opened, the workers re-drilled the holes, punched the blast screws, and tied the steel bars.

"Come again!" The foreman of the contractor held a megaphone and shouted loudly.

The crane is working again, and the workers are also helping below.

"Cluck-la-la-la...... Gurrah...... Gur-la-la-......"

"It's open, it's open!" The foreman shouted.

In the scattered wood chips, the coffin lid lifted a corner slightly.

"Sneer......"

A mist of water erupted, accompanied by an indescribable stench. Although everyone was wearing masks, they all stinked so much that they covered their mouths. The workers below were disgusted by the stench and were in a mess.

After a while, the stench gradually dissipated. The crane continued to exert force, and the coffin lid slowly rose. But just as it was about to rise to a meter or two, the workers below suddenly screamed.

"That'...... What is that! "Dead people, dead people!" "There's a dead man under the lid!"

When the coffin lid rose above the fourth floor, Zhang Peng couldn't help but take a breath. I saw that under the lid of the coffin, there was a white-soaked corpse. They were men and women, their hands and feet nailed to the bottom of the coffin lid, their eyes and mouths sewn with black threads, and their shapes were horrific.

As the lid of the coffin rises, water droplets keep falling. Fortunately, there was still a meter or two away from Zhupai Mountain, and the water droplets did not drip onto it, otherwise I would have died of nausea. After rising to a certain height, the boom moves sideways to lift the coffin lid away from the bamboo pai mountain.

Looking down, the coffin was full of green water, like a turbid pond, and it was impossible to see what was under the water.

"Probe it with a bamboo pole and take some samples for testing." Professor Fang instructed Xiao He.

After a while, several workers stood on the edge of the coffin with a seven- or eight-meter-long bamboo pole and a safety rope tied around their waists, and probed into the water.

"There's something down there!" After a moment of probing, a worker raised his head and shouted at Professor Fang above.

Then, he stirred it so hard that something seemed to float up.

"Goo-dong...... Gollum ...... Gollum ......"

Bubbles the size of bowls floated on the surface of the water, and the stench was unpleasant. And then something floated up. As far as the eye could see, there were whitened corpses, and there were more and more of them. In a few moments, the water was covered. It's dense, and it's terrifying to see and your scalp tingling.

"It looks like a coffin." Professor Fang said calmly.

"Ahh

At this moment, the bamboo pole under the water seemed to be pulled by something, and the worker happened to exert downward force, but he lost his balance, plopped, and fell into the coffin.

Zhang Peng, who was above, saw that his stomach was churning, and he spit out a large mouthful of sour water. Falling into the coffin of so many dead people and soaking for an unknown number of years makes me feel disgusting just thinking about it.

The worker had a safety rope tied to him, and the two workers in the rear immediately tightened the rope and tried to pull him up. But suddenly there was a huge force from below, pulling the rope. The power was incomparably huge, and it instantly scraped the palms of the two people into blood.

"Click!"

Only a cracking sound was heard, and the rope broke the fixed thick bamboo pole and burrowed into the water. The two workers were immediately shocked and shouted in a panic: "There's something down there, drag the plums down!" ”

The crowd also changed color, and the four nuns poked their heads out and looked into the coffin, but they did not move. The workers on the third floor quickly became a mess, some shouting and screaming, and some running down.

"Save people, find a way to save people!" Professor Fang shouted, but no one responded. The worker was obviously dragged down by something unknown, who would dare to save people.

"Calm down, don't panic!" Professor Fang shouted, but the workers became more and more confused, huddled in the narrow aisles, and scrambled to flee.

After more than ten minutes, there were no further changes in the coffin, and the chaos gradually subsided. No one dared to go into the water to save people, and everyone knew that after such a long time, they would not be able to survive if they were rescued.

Professor Fang squirmed his lips and said after a long while, "Find two pumps and drain the water." Then the group descended the bamboo pai mountain and returned to the camp.

The atmosphere became very depressing, and people died as soon as the coffin was opened, and everyone was in a bad mood. Professor Fang didn't say a word, and the graduate students silently examined the coffin.

After a long time, Xiao He walked over, the expression on his face was a little strange, "Professor Fang, after a preliminary examination, the age of the coffin may be more than two thousand years, or even longer. ”

"Oh my God!" Professor Fang stood up from his position with an expression of disbelief. More than two thousand years, that means, it is a relic of BC.

"Is it possible to be mistaken?" Zhang Peng asked.

"Instruments don't lie." Xiao He shook his head and said, "The villager who found it said that they have lived here for generations, and there is nothing abnormal. A few days ago, I was going to dig a fish pond in the ground, but I suddenly dug up this coffin. ”

"Keep checking and see if there's anything missing." Professor Fang said.

Next, after several tests, the results were approximate each time.

"Hmm......" Professor Fang was pondering, when a worker suddenly ran into the tent and said in a panic: "Professor, come and see, this coffin is a bit evil......

When I went to the scene, two pumping machines were pumping water loudly, flooding a large field behind them. There was a faint rancid stench in the air, which was very uncomfortable.

"It's strange, this water can't be pumped anymore." The foreman said.

"Mustard space?" Zhang Peng and Lao Huangpi thought of this at the same time.

"This coffin is likely to be a magic weapon of some ancient power refining energy." The one at the head, a middle-aged nun named "Mingxin", stepped forward and said.

"Hmm......" Professor Fang nodded and said, "That's the only possibility." Then he asked, "Master Mingxin, what is your opinion next?" ”

"No matter what mustard seed space, there is always a limit to the size, let's pump water first." Mingxin Master said lightly.

"Listen to Mrs. Shi." Professor Fang said, and then instructed Xiao He, "Reflect the situation of the accident and ask for additional manpower." ”

"Okay." Xiao He nodded.

"Also, find a few workers and scoop up two corpses for autopsy." Professor Fang added.

Zhang Peng saw that there was no progress, so he pulled Director Dai, Zhou Fuyuan and others out of Baishui Village, found a food stall on the side of the road, and sat down.

After ordering the food, Zhang Peng took a sip of tea and asked seemingly casually, "Have you ever heard of places like Heaven, Heaven, and the Pure Land of Bliss?" ”

"You mean the spa?" Zhou Fuyuan quipped. Director Dai smiled knowingly.

"No, I mean it literally." Zhang Peng said.

"Myths and legends, you must have heard of it, heaven is the Western Elysium." Huang Mao interjected, looking "I know very well".

As soon as the words fell, everyone laughed, and Huang Mao looked dazed, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"Heaven is heaven, and Western Elysium is Western Elysium, different sects." Xue Bai explained.

"I'm not talking about myths and legends, I'm saying, has anyone ever been to this kind of place, is there a record of it?" Zhang Peng asked.

"Well...... Zhou Fuyuan pondered for a while and said, "In the academic world, no one denies it, and no one affirms it. ”

"That's what I thought too." Director Dai echoed.

"I didn't understand the details." Zhang Peng said.

"I think so......" Zhou Fuyuan paused and said, "Even if there is, we can't know." ”

"Are you talking about the fairy world?" Old Huangpi suddenly asked.

"Pretty much." Zhang Peng said.

"Our authentic ancestor of Maoshan is to ascend to the immortal, step through the void, and enter the immortal world." Old Yellow Peel touched a small strand of beard and said.

"Is there an official record?" Zhang Peng asked.

"Yes, it's written on the wall in our Taoist temple." Old Huangpi said seriously.

Zhang Peng touched his forehead and ignored him. Talking to the gods about science is a pure waste of time. There is a saying that he will pull you to the same height and then convince you with his experience.