The coffin was covered with mud. Xiaoqi suggested that it should be cleaned with water to show respect.
Ye Xiaochuan turned to look at Patriarch Xian Yao. Xian Yao didn't speak, which meant that his ancestors didn't have this rule for cleaning coffins.
However, the ghost girl deeply respects her great-great-grandfather, so she creates this rule herself without any rules.
Not only do you have to wash the coffin, but you also have to wash yourself, who are covered in dirt.
The ghost girl insisted, and Ye Xiaochuan and others had no choice but to comply.
After cleaning up the people and the coffin, the ghost girl pushed Ye Xiaochuan to open the coffin and have a look. Ye Xiaochuan didn't want to be fooled. He was not a direct bloodline of the Yun family. At most, he was the son-in-law of the Yun family, so he didn't want to make the first move.
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He said: "Sister Gui, you have to do this kind of thing. It's against the rules for others to do it. Who knows that you are the great-granddaughter of great-great-grandfather and the last guardian of the mausoleum of the family."
The ghost girl said: "I am not the last guardian of the tomb." Ye Xiaochuan said: "Why aren't you? Grandpa is your mother's only granddaughter, and your mother is your only daughter. When you were in Kunlun Wonderland, you were the last one.
Isn’t it very carefree and happy to claim the identity of a mausoleum keeper? Why don’t you deny it now?
Do you think you are not the last guardian of the tomb?"
The ghost girl said: "There are many things involved in this. My mother is probably not the guardian of the tomb. Forget it, even if you tell me, you don't know!"
Then the ghost girl walked to the nanmu tree coffin, knelt down, kowtowed to the coffin, and said: "Little girl just wants to find out the truth of what happened back then. She wants to open the coffin of great grandfather. Don't blame me!"
After kowtowing and saluting, she stood up and was about to open the coffin, when suddenly her expression wrinkled.
Previously, the nanmu tree coffin was covered with mud. Now it is washed and wiped clean with water, and the outline of the entire tree coffin is revealed.
It is indeed a tree coffin made by hollowing out a thick nanmu tree trunk, and it is also topped with nanmu wood.
The ghost girl said: "That's wrong! This is golden nanmu!"
Xiao Qi said: "Golden nanmu is not the best wood. Considering your great-grandfather's status, using Kunlun sacred wood as a coffin is a bit unworthy." The ghost girl said: "My parents said that my great-grandfather died suddenly.
Before he died, he said he only needed a three-inch-thick coffin. At that time, my father casually cut down some crooked old pine trees in the back hill and built a coffin for my great-grandpa. After my great-grandpa was buried, there was no coffin.
The grave was moved but not reburied, so why did it become a golden nanmu coffin?"
Ye Xiaochuan became interested and said: "Senior Xian Yao, is it one of our Cangyun Sect ancestors who once dug up Grandpa Grandpa's grave? Seeing that the old man's longevity coffin was shabby, he replaced it with a golden nanmu coffin?
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Master Xian Yao shook his head slightly and said, "No, no one has touched this tomb since Cangyun Sect discovered this bamboo forest illusion."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "That's strange."
Yun Qiyou said: "My great grandfather was buried here 24,000 years ago, and 14,000 years passed before the Shushan sect was destroyed. Could it be someone from the previous Shushan sect?"
Ye Xiaochuan thought it was possible. Since it wasn't someone from Cangyun Sect who dug up Xu Tiandi's grave, it must be someone from Shushan Sect.
Xiao Qi said: "It's no use guessing. Let's open the coffin lid now and take a look. There may be clues inside."
The ghost girl walked around the coffin and sucked out the funeral nails one by one with her palm.
A total of nineteen funeral door nails were sucked out. Perhaps because it took too long, the coffin lid was still tightly closed on the tree coffin. Even if I tried to lift it, I couldn't lift it up.
So the ghost girl called Ye Xiaochuan and others to come and help. Xian Yao did not watch the four young people hoisting coffins to make a fortune under the clear sky and bright daylight. She walked to the big pit dug out with a pillar and crutches, and squinted.
Staring at the big pit, it seems that there are secrets hidden under the big pit.
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When Xian Yao turned around, he saw Ye Xiaochuan and four other people trying hard to lift the coffin board.
It's a pity that these four extremely powerful cultivation masters couldn't lift the weird coffin board even with their combined efforts.
Xian Yao stepped forward and motioned for everyone to stop. She stretched out her withered fingers and grabbed a corner of the coffin board. When she lifted it up, a gap opened up in the coffin board.
Everyone's expressions changed.
The four of them tried their best to prevent the coffin board from separating from the nanmu tree coffin. However, as soon as Xian Yao started to use his hand, he just lifted his fingers slightly and created a gap.
This is the terrifying gap between the Lingji realm and the Sumeru realm.
The gap was not big, only less than three inches. A biting cold air emanated from the gap. The illusion of spring all year round immediately became extremely cold.
Xian Yao's face darkened, and he only lasted three breaths before closing the coffin lid again.
At the same time, Samsara Peak, the top of the mountain.
Zhao Zian is studying cavalry combat with several werewolf leaders in northern Xinjiang, and is rehearsing the battle in the wilderness of southern Xinjiang to see if he can sum up better strategies and tactics from experience to deal with the Celestial Storm Legion.
Suddenly, the Phantom Princess standing behind him shook her wrist.
The Phantom Princess was startled, looked down, and found that her right wrist seemed to be emitting a faint light.
She gently rolled up her sleeves and found that the light was emanating from the string of gray-white rosary beads on her wrist.
The phantom is very strange. This rosary was given to her by an expert in the heaven. She has been carrying it with her for a long time. This weird situation has never happened to her before.
However, the change in this rosary did not take long, only three breaths.
Not far away, in the crowd, the old storyteller who was touching the bones of a beautiful fairy suddenly noticed something and slowly raised his head.
Hua Wuyou, who was shaking a disgusting peony folding fan, was chatting with two white-clothed young heroes from an unknown sect, and raised his head.
Yao Xiaoyu, who was standing at the entrance of the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall in Houshan, also raised his head.
The direction the three of them looked up was the back mountain of Samsara Peak.
At this moment, these three people seemed to feel a mysterious power fluctuation that ordinary cultivators could not feel.
Yao Xiaoyu and Hua Wuyou were both muttering secretly to themselves at this moment: "What a weird cold air."
The old storyteller's inner thoughts were different from those of the two. He secretly said in his heart: "What a familiar power."
He stopped rubbing his hands at the pretty girl, said sorry, then took his bamboo pole and cloth curtain and wormed his way into the crowd.
After a while, he found the phantom standing behind Zhao Zian.
Looking quietly, I saw Phantom looking at the string of rosary beads on his wrist with a puzzled expression. The old storyteller murmured: "The mysterious power just now is indeed related to the Nine Turns of Taiyin Beads."
