Ma Hongjun no longer gave Chong Mingniao a chance to continue asking questions, took back the Yin Yang Fire Phoenix Sword, bowed to the exquisite golden nanmu coffin, held the lid of his grandfather's coffin with one hand, and gently lifted it, carefully.
Set aside.
The coffin cover is nearly two feet thick and made of golden nanmu. It is deep and heavy, but in Ma Hongjun's hands, it seems as light as nothing.
During this process, neither Ma Hongjun nor Chongmingniao felt any obstruction from the force.
But it was obvious that after Ma Hongjun removed the lid of his grandfather's coffin, his and Chongmingniao's spiritual consciousness was still unable to penetrate the coffin inside.
Ma Hongjun looked at the white candle, which still had normal light and was burning vigorously. He gritted his teeth and said to himself, "Continue to open the coffin. I still don't believe it."
"Yeah!" Chongmingniao nodded quickly.
"Chongming, you said it's true that my grandfather didn't leave a clear message to my only grandson if he had anything to say. Even if it's inconvenient to leave a last message, he could just leave it to me in a dream, but I would have to disturb his sleep.
Rest, you said you did this, ugh."
While Ma Hongjun was complaining to Chongmingniao, he used the Yin-Yang Fire Phoenix Sword as a crowbar. With several more boom-boom sounds, the delicate coffin lid inside the coffin was pried open.
At this time, a magical scene appeared in front of Ma Hongjun and Chongmingniao.
Ma Hongjun's heart was pounding, and he allowed the Yin Yang Fire Phoenix Sword to turn into little sparks and return to his body, and said blankly, "Chongming, do you feel it? The resistance that hindered our spiritual consciousness has disappeared."
"I feel it, open it and take a look."
Chong Mingniao's heart was like a deer bumping around, he was restless and a bit anxious.
It can feel that something seems to be attracting it inside the coffin in front of it.
Similarly, Ma Hongjun also felt this kind of throbbing feeling, which was like a heartbeat, and it was even stronger than the feeling of Chongming Bird.
"good."
Ma Hongjun let out a heavy breath, said nothing more, continued to hold the coffin lid with one hand, and gently put it aside.
The tomb was repaired until the moon was high in the sky, and the two lids of the coffin were lifted. Ma Hongjun and Chongmingniao were looking forward to what would be inside.
However, what he saw was that inside the exquisite golden nanmu coffin, an old man with gray hair, dressed in simple new clothes, was lying peacefully inside, as if he had just fallen asleep.
In this world, there is no shroud like Ma Hongjun's previous life, which is the left-fold collared robe that Ma Hongjun knows.
As the saying goes, the left is Yang and the right is Yin.
The clothes Ma Hongjun usually wears, if they have a folded collar, must have the left side pressing the right side of the collar, which means that the yang covers the yin, and it is the clothes worn by living people.
But the dead man's is just the opposite, meaning that the yin covers the yang, so it happens to be the left collar.
But Douluo Continent does not have such funeral rules, so what Ma Hongjun sees now is his grandfather wearing a simple new suit, lying peacefully inside, with his hair carefully taken care of.
Like an old man who has just fallen asleep, compared to when Ma Hongjun separated from his grandfather when he was six years old, the face of his grandfather he sees now has not actually changed much.
His wrinkled face was like the rough bark of an old tree, and his rosy old face was covered with wrinkles that were neither shallow nor deep.
Just like a healthy old man sleeping peacefully, seeing him again after nearly nine years, Grandpa Ma Hongjun's body not only has not changed at all, but even his complexion is still rosy.
"The body does not rot? Or the body does not deteriorate?"
Ma Hongjun was surprised. It was really unimaginable that his grandfather had been buried for almost nine years and his face was even more rosy than the sallow-faced Tang Hao.
What is this concept?
You know, if ordinary people are buried in the soil, even if there is a coffin to isolate the outside air and the microorganisms in the soil, after two or three years, the person will turn into a skeleton of white bones.
But now, nearly nine years later, Ma Hongjun's grandfather is still fine, as if he had just fallen asleep.
"Ah, this."
"Chong Li, what's going on with your grandfather?"
"Chongli, my aunt is a little scared..."
"Chong Li, your grandfather has become a god, right?"
"Chong Li, do you think your grandfather is not dead, but just asleep?"
"Chongli,..."
"Chongli,..."
"Bah, bah, bah,..."
"..."
Chongmingniao stood on the edge of the coffin, staring blankly at the old man Ma Daochu who was sleeping inside. Question after question kept coming out.
"Stop it."
"Don't ask me, I don't know either."
"I have a headache, please let me think about it."
"Grandpa, you really can scare people, oh no, surprise."
Ma Hongjun rubbed his eyebrows as he spoke. Like Chongmingniao, he was somewhat frightened by his grandfather.
"well!"
"What to do?"
One person and one bird looked at each other and sighed heavily. They were almost the same size, both ends were as big as each other.
"How about giving it a try?" Chongmingniao asked tentatively.
Ma Hongjun was convinced, gritted his teeth and said, "You will die if you try."
With that said, Ma Hongjun stretched out his sinful claws and carefully reached towards his grandfather's body.
First poke it gently, it's fine, it's not broken or stiff.
It feels like this:
The skin is wrinkled and saggy; the muscles are shriveled, but slightly elastic and not stiff, which feels very good.
Ma Hongjun was slightly reassured, then poked it gently and touched it again, and his whole body was suddenly frightened.
Of course, Ma Hongjun was not afraid, but surprised.
"Chongming, there is warmth."
Ma Hongjun swallowed, and while he was shocked, he suddenly became excited.
Is it really like what Chong Mingniao said just now, that his grandfather is not actually dead, but just asleep?
Ma Hongjun knew that since he named the Chongming bird Chongming, it liked to call him his pseudonym, Chongli.
In the words of Chongmingniao, Chongli and Chongming sound like a family.
However, the name was just a code name, so Chongmingniao kept calling him Chongli, and Ma Hongjun didn't care.
Call it whatever you want.
"Yes, is there a temperature?"
"Is he really still alive?"
Chong Mingniao was also shocked for a moment, paused, and said in confusion, "Chong Li, try to see if your grandpa is still breathing?"
"Um!"
Ma Hongjun nodded, took a slight breath, suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, and reached under his grandfather's nose.
After a moment, Ma Hongjun took back his slightly trembling arm with difficulty.
"well!"
Ma Hongjun sighed heavily, shook his head with disappointment and said, "Chongming, he's not breathing."
Although her complexion is so rosy and her skin is still the same as when she was alive, why is she not breathing?
What makes Ma Hongjun even more puzzled is that even if he can touch his grandfather's skin, as long as his spiritual consciousness touches his grandfather's body, it will be bounced away without warning.
This is simply puzzling to Jun.
"Condolences!"
"Chong Li, use your soul power to feel it again." Chong Mingniao said.
"good!"
Ma Hongjun nodded. In fact, there was nothing to be disappointed about, it was just that his mood was a bit low.
After all, Ma Hongjun already knew that his grandfather had passed away nearly nine years ago. Even if he was deeply saddened, he was almost relieved now.
Ma Hongjun gently took his grandfather's wrist, and with the movement of Tai Chi, he carefully inserted his soul power into his grandfather's body.
At this moment, as he probed his soul power into his grandfather's body, a sudden change occurred.
Teng!
Fierce golden-red flames suddenly rose up on Grandpa Ma Hongjun's body.
Although these flames did not harm Ma Hongjun and Chongming Bird, they also frightened each of them.
Moreover, this huge change happened so fast that Ma Hongjun and Chongmingniao had no time to react.
In an instant, accompanied by the dazzling golden-red fire, Ma Hongjun could only watch as his grandfather's body was reduced to a handful of ashes in the scorching flames.
The next moment, a golden-red feather that was more than a foot long and two fingers wide, shone brightly and dazzlingly, like a feather-edged dagger made of divine gold, slowly rising from the ashes at the bottom of the coffin.
Float slowly and rise.
"What's this?"
Ma Hongjun looked confused and said to himself, "Why does it look a bit like the feathers of a phoenix?"
Chongmingniao nodded and said, "Yes, this is the feather of the phoenix, and it is also one of the most important nine phoenix feathers."
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