On the night of the third day, Miao Miao arrived as promised, and she was still having dinner at my house.

After eating, I walked with her to the timber warehouse, and slowly opened the door of the warehouse, and a cold breath came to my face, like the frost wind in the morning, which made me shiver; I don't know if it's because of the cold of the body, or because the soul is cold.

After opening the door, I saw the cyan sarcophagus lying quietly in the center of the warehouse from a distance, swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty and following Miao Miao in, closing the door again.

Recalling the muffled sound made inside the coffin when it was at the entrance of the village, I still feel terrified, there are things in this coffin that are not necessarily alive, but they obviously move; I had already seen it when I transported the coffin back to Hong Village that day.

Miao Miao was also very cautious, and carefully observed the flashlight for a while before slowly approaching.

As I got closer, I was able to take a closer look at the coffin, which had been too hastily excavated and transported last time to take a closer look.

The coffin is boxy and rectangular, but it is not particularly long, and it is shorter than the ordinary coffin, which should be used to bury those who are young or short.

The appearance of the coffin is very similar to a box like a draw-on, and at the end there are two triangular clips that drill a hole from the end of the rib, just stuck in the slide, and I don't know what it is made of, like jade, and like some kind of bone, the color is a very penetrating bone white.

And what attracts me the most is the relief on the coffin and a very strange inscription, which is carved up, and after carving it, it is painted with a layer of dark and reddish things, which looks like black at first glance, but if you look closely, you will feel like dark red, showing a very strange visual error.

Those inscriptions are crooked, a bit like square characters, but the lines are very strange, obviously not Chinese characters.

"Clean up the dust, starting on the left, and I'll see what the hell says about it." At this time, Miao Miao instructed me.

I nodded, took out the stiff-bristled brush that I had prepared a long time ago, and cleaned the remnants of the reliefs and inscriptions piece by piece, which had been in a hurry last time, and thick layers of dirt stuck to many places.

Miao Miao also squatted next to me with a flashlight, and while I was cleaning up, she looked at the inscription on it, and she could see that she seemed to have some difficulty seeing.

"This is a very old Sanskrit, and it seems to have a relationship with Sanskrit in the Western Regions." Miao Miao read a paragraph and explained to me.

"The Western Regions, is it Central Asia?" I wondered.

Miao Miao paused for a moment and said, "This is the case in terms of geographical concepts, but there are some differences in cultural concepts. ”

I nodded in a daze, but I didn't understand.

Miao Miao glanced at me, as if to see that I didn't understand, so she explained: "This Sanskrit script was created by the Aryans when they entered India, and it is very ancient. ”

"Aryan? Sanskrit? I muttered for a moment, and suddenly I had a flash of inspiration and said, "You mean, this thing still has something to do with Buddhism?" ”

"Looks like you're not that stupid." Miao Miaoqiao said with a smile.

I rolled my eyes, I was not angry, but I actually admired her very much, and her intellectual time was the most exciting moment for me.

After Miao Miao looked at it for a while, I couldn't help but ask: "What did it say?" ”

Miao Miao frowned slightly, and said: "The coffin is the owner's name is Zhang Fan, the fourth son of Emperor Daxi." ”

"Zhang Fan?"

This name made me speechless for a while, if the coffin is really Zhang Xianzhong's son, it must be an early death, the "sail" in the name represents the meaning of smooth sailing, but the result obviously did not meet the expectations of the name.

But after thinking about it, Zhang Xianzhong has a loyal character in his name, but he has rebelled for half his life, and it seems to be understandable. If there is a father, there must be a son.

Then I cleaned up another piece, and Miao Miao continued to read: "He was young and fought in the south and north with the Great Western Army, and was almost killed several times. ”

"What do you mean by dancing spoons?" I asked.

"It's fifteen years old." Miao Miao Road.

"Given death before fifteen?" I was dumbfounded, tiger poison doesn't eat children, a father actually gave a son who is less than fifteen dead? The Demon King really deserves to be the Demon King, with personality!

"Did you say why you were given death?" I pressed on.

"Nope." Miao Miao shook her head intently.

After that, I sped up the cleaning speed, and soon cleaned the left side, Miao Miao frowned deeply after reading it, and said, "His mother was also given death." ”

I was completely speechless, both mother and son were killed, how much more can a tyrannical father do? It seems that the folklore is true, Zhang Xianzhong is a murderer. Although the authenticity of Tu Chuan's incident is debatable, the point of murder is absolutely indispensable.

"Let's go see the other side." Miao Miao got up.

I nodded, went around to the right side of the coffin, and quickly cleaned up the remnants of the coffin.

Miao Miao didn't explain to me one by one this time, but slowly read out the entire inscription, the rhythm was very strange, the rhythm was very strong, and it seemed like she was chanting softly.

After reading for a while, Miao Miao's face suddenly became solemn.

I was suddenly attentive and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Miao Miao frowned deeply and said, "This is a resurrected secret coffin!" ”

"What?!" My hands shook in shock, and I almost threw away the flashlight and brush.

Another resurrection coffin!

This is already the third bite, and it is endless!!

The first one was dug up in Hai Meirong's clothed mound, and then it was carried away by Hong Qingsheng and the coffin guard, and I asked Brother Gua, and he said that he didn't chase it far at that time, and he didn't know where they went.

The second is the big white coffin inside the ghost mound, which is also inexplicably said to be a resurrection coffin.

Now here's the third bite!

Co-authoring birth, old age, sickness and death are all jokes, saying that resurrection is resurrection?! Then what do you need to do with the Heavenly Dao Cycle?

I couldn't help but feel a flurry.

Miao Miao's face was very solemn, and she said: "It is different from the previous white coffin, it is a very ancient Sanskrit secret method, and I don't understand it very well, it is obvious that it is not our Eastern Taoist thing." ”

I couldn't help but curse in a low voice, and said, "Why are there so many strange things in Hongcun, even the Sanskrit of the Buddhists come to participate in it, what do they want to do?" ”

"I don't know."

Miao Miao shook her head, pointed to the last line of Sanskrit and said to me: "I recognize this line of Sanskrit characters, but I don't understand what it means when they are combined." ”

I was stunned and said that there is still such a thing?

Miao Miao nodded, and then read it to me word by word, the rhythm was very folded, and the rhythm was obviously different from the previous one like chanting, just listening to it knew that it was very awkward, and I quickly finished reading.

But at this moment, suddenly......

"Bang!"

The bluestone sarcophagus shook violently, and the residual dust on it rushed to the face.

"Holy!"

I threw away all my frightened brushes, kicked back, and sat on the ground. Miao Miao's face also changed greatly, and she took several steps back one after another, concentrating on vigilance.

"Bang!"

Second tone.

"Bang!"

The third tone!

"What's the situation?!"

I can't help but feel weak in my legs, this is clearly the rhythm of something to come out of the coffin, is this coffin really a secret coffin of resurrection?

Soon, the dull sound of impact inside the coffin became more and more intense, and the sound became more and more violent.

"Click!"

After a few clicks, I heard the first crack suddenly appear in the two triangular clips behind the coffin cover, and then the crack gradually spread, and finally quickly turned into a fine sand and fell to the ground. The next moment, the sliding lid of the coffin shook violently, and a small hole slipped out.

"Your uncle!"

My eyes widened, and cold air was swishing from the cracks in my bones. This thing is about to come out of rhythm, and even the coffin lid has been shaken open.

"Uh......h Woo...... Woo......"

At this time, there was a very deep sound from inside the coffin, as if it was filled with thousands of crows, whining in unison. As soon as the sound entered my ears, I felt my heart pounding, as if my heart had been summoned to jump into the coffin.

"Miao Miao...... What to do? "My mouth was dry, and I asked tremblingly, if Miao Miao wasn't still there at this time, I would have run away in the wilderness.

"Ah Chun, I may have made a mistake."

Miao Miao's face turned pale, and she said, "The last line of Sanskrit may not have a specific meaning, but a line of mantras. ”

As soon as I heard this, I had a very bad premonition in my heart, but I still didn't give up and asked, "What secret spell?" ”

Miao Miao swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty and said, "The secret spell of opening the coffin." ”

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