A few of them were discussing, and I couldn't make any constructive suggestions, so I just listened. According to Mustache, this coffin would rather be destroyed here than let it fall into the hands of others. They made a detailed plan
, it would definitely not work to just get the coffin down in the normal way, so Xiaozhu said, let Jiang Chen bring the rope up, try to find a place on the cliff to borrow strength, and use the rope to tie the coffin around the waist. In this case, the coffin will be forced.
When you push it down, there is a buffering process in the middle, so it will not be damaged beyond repair.
Jiang Chen took the things and went up, climbing up little by little. We tried our best to provide him with light on the spot. Once we climbed to the coffin, we couldn't see anything clearly. We could only vaguely see Jiang Chen holding the rope there with difficulty.
Busy work.
There are very few places to borrow strength on the cliff. It took Jiang Chen a long time to tie a knot around the coffin. He is a calm and cautious person. Even if he takes risks, he will be careful, so we
He wasn't too worried about his safety, he was just thinking about whether the coffin could fall down completely as planned. But just after Jiang Chen tied a rope, the wooden stake on the right seemed to be a little overwhelmed, and the coffin suddenly tilted.
Once such a heavy thing becomes unstable on the cliff, there is no way to stop it. The tilted coffin slides faster and faster, and soon the wooden stake is completely broken and it falls from the cliff.
Bang......
The fallen coffin bumped against the cliff and made a rattling sound. Jiang Chen couldn't stand still in that situation, but he reacted very quickly. When his body started to fall downwards, he stretched out his hand to catch the coffin.
There are no broken wooden piles, and the whole figure is like a pendulum, swinging back and forth on the cliff.
Everything happened in an instant, very fast, almost in the blink of an eye. The coffin bumped several times in succession, and then it was about to approach the ground. The rope Jiang Chen brought up was calculated and did not wait for us to react.
, the rope tied to the coffin suddenly became very tight. The huge coffin was like a person bungee jumping. It went up and down several times, and finally stopped at less than one and a half meters above the ground.
on the height.
At this moment, Jiang Chen completely controlled the situation from above. He still didn't panic too much and climbed down along the original path. We approached the coffin that was stopped against the cliff. No matter how calm a person is, it is impossible to remain calm.
, this is Lu Xiuhuang’s coffin after all, and it may well hide the ultimate secret.
At this height, many things became easier. We worked together to lower the coffin to the ground. It was a coffin painted pure black, and the material was golden nan. The coffin was slightly damaged in the bumps of the ups and downs, but it was damaged a little.
Overall, it was quite complete. When the coffin was completely displayed in front of us, Bloomberg looked at it carefully. After that, he wiped off a layer of dust on the coffin lid, and six walnut-sized characters appeared on the dark and shiny patent leather.
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No past life, no future life...
Six simple words, but they carry the greatest truth of this mysterious Taoist priest's life. I have to admit that Lu Xiuhuang is an advanced person. As early as nearly ten centuries ago, he understood that there is no such thing as human beings.
There is no past life and no future life. People can only live one life, whether rich or poor, rich or noble. As long as life ends, the emperors and generals will be nothing.
What he has been pursuing all his life is eternal life in this life. If there is no hope in this life, there will never be hope. Therefore, his tomb and his coffin are out of the norm.
"Open the coffin!" Mustache endured the pain of the wound under his armpit and said two words quietly. Without saying a word, Jiang Chen carried the guy up. I was also thinking about the road repair in the coffin.
What would it look like? Does he have a secret technique to keep the body from rotting? Or has it rotted into a pile of bones?
The cliff and the ground are completely different concepts. For people like Jiang Chen, opening a coffin on the ground is as simple as drinking water and eating. Soon, the heavy coffin lid was completely lifted off. This was the opening of a coffin.
It was a very ordinary coffin, although the material was good, but after the coffin was opened, everything was calm as if there were no waves or wind.
The moment the coffin was opened, there was a force in my body that I couldn't control. It moved my legs and approached it step by step. My eyes were completely focused on the things in the coffin.
The road is repaired! The road is repaired!
When I saw the corpse in the coffin, my mind felt as if I had been hit by a violent storm and could no longer calm down. Deep in the coffin, there lay a corpse wrapped in a torn garment.
There are pieces of Taoist robes, but the corpse itself has almost no decay. It was preserved by a very special method.
The corpse was completely dehydrated. It looked like there was only a short section left. It had lost its life and vitality, just like a piece of dry wood. But the eyes on the corpse's hardened face seemed to be still alive.
of.
This is Lu Xiuhuang! This is the Lu Xiuhuang who has made the wheel of immortality stir up the world for ten centuries!
When I looked at Lu Xiuhuang's body, I suddenly felt that all this was really fate. Starting from the fight between him and Shi Pan, countless people with six ring-shaped fingers were walking on this road. In the end, I was the only one facing each other.
I saw his body. Moreover, this major event that lasted for ten centuries seemed destined to be ended by me.
He is such a person. When I look at Lu Xiuhuang who has been sleeping here for a long time, there seems to be a whirlpool rolling back and forth in my mind. The whirlpool spans time. I seem to see the most real past, the wheel of wheels, the wheel eye, and blood.
.....
Uh-huh...
My mind was confused again in an instant. The body lying quietly in the coffin suddenly opened its eyes again. I was completely confused, but there was an indescribable clarity in my subconscious. I knew that all this was
The illusion was that it was dead, completely dead. I desperately tried to remove my eyes from staring at the corpse, but was unable to do so. The corpse was infused with a kind of magic power, which attracted my gaze.
A pair of hands suddenly pulled me back from where I was. My eyes returned from confusion to clarity. The first thing I saw was Mustache's face. He shook his head gently at me and said, "Don't look anymore.
.”
I shook my head, my eyelids were heavy, and I felt like I was waking up from a coma. What Lu Xiuhuang controlled was not just the wheel of wheels, he might have some incredible secret skills. I felt scared again, if
If I keep staring at it, I will become more and more unable to stop myself, until I finally drive myself crazy.
I stepped aside, and Peng Bo and the others began to clean up and look for the things in the coffin. It was impossible for people like Lu Xiuhuang to leave too many things for themselves to be buried with them, so there were not many things. Soon after, Peng Bo came to Lu Xiuhuang’s
Under the body, a row of flat pottery plates was found. The pottery plates were very thin, but very hard. They had been corroded for countless years in this environment, but the body still did not suffer any damage.
"This is a very important thing!" Bloomberg suddenly trembled, and he put the flashlight directly underneath to look at the ceramic plates.
Preserving information on pottery boards is a method that both Lu Xiuhuang and Shi Pan have mastered. From a scientific point of view, any method of preserving information cannot last more than 100,000 years, but ceramics and stones can, even if it lasts more than 100,000 years.
Years later, the writings on ceramics and stones still exist and will not disappear.
"Codices! Lu Xiuhuang's codices!" Peng Bo carefully confirmed it for a while, then shouted excitedly: "The complete codices!"
The manuscripts left by Lu Xiuhuang are all filled with very strange symbols. Only through systematic and in-depth interpretation can we know their meanings. Lei Yingxiong has some fragments of the manuscripts, and Bloomberg has seen them, so he can be sure that this
It is the complete version of Lu Xiuhuang's Codex, which carries a very large amount of information. If you have the complete Codex, you can know almost everything you want to know from it.
The ceramic plates were almost embedded in the bottom of the coffin. After the previous violent collision, some of the ceramic plates had broken. Bloomberg began to take them out piece by piece, and then sorted them in order.
"I don't understand a bit." I lit a cigarette and looked at the mustache who came to me. After these things, I seemed to have less of a barrier to him. I have to admit that there are some people I want to hate.
I can't even hate it.
"This big event is heading towards the end and will never return to the starting point."
"It's not that I don't understand this." I took a deep breath from my cigarette and couldn't help but turn my head and glance at the coffin over there: "Some of the manuscripts have been scattered into the hands of many people many years ago, why is there still one?"
Leave the complete set of notes here?"
"There were many things in the past that are no longer clear to us now." Mustache smiled faintly: "All we can do is look forward."
Peng Bo got all the pottery boards, but apart from that, there was almost nothing else in the coffin. Lu Xiuhuang's body was dragged aside by Jiang Chen. When he was about to leave, I asked him to drag the body back into the coffin.
After that, I took a lot of solid fuel and threw it all in.
"Ashes return to ashes, soil returns to soil..." I lit a piece of solid fuel and threw it into the coffin. The flame gradually burned like a huge torch, jumping in the darkness. Lu Xiuhuang's body turned into
Fei Ash, his era, the era he influenced, until this moment, has completely ended.
"Go back and meet Thirteen."
When our thoughts were completely freed from Lu Xiuhuang's coffin, a potential sense of crisis immediately filled our minds. Ma Dad's shadow swayed back and forth in front of my eyes. Whether I admit it or not, but Ma Dad
It has revealed an unpredictable side.
The part of my memory about Ma Dad was completely opened up. As I walked, my steps became heavier and heavier, and suddenly I pulled my mustache and said to him: "Can you promise me something?"
"What's the matter? Tell me."
"If you meet Ma Dad." I hesitated, not daring to raise my head to look at Mustache's eyes: "If you meet Ma Dad, don't kill him..."