"This is Shoucai from Prince Zhou's residence. Mr. Qin, is there any problem?"
"It looks like the craftsmanship is pretty good. Let's go ask the master who made it. I'm going to go to the purchasing point and give it away if needed in the future." Qin Yang replied casually.
The expressions of the people under his command froze, and their bodies became a little stiff.
Lord Qin's hobby of giving away coffins is really strange. I have heard other colleagues say before that when I was working with Lord Qin, Lord Qin seemed to have a special preference for coffins and liked to collect all kinds of coffins.
Not to mention dozens of coffins of various kinds in his hands.
I didn't expect that the rumors were true, but Master Qin's real hobby is probably delivering coffins to the enemy.
"Is there a problem?" Qin Yang looked at his subordinates with some confusion.
"No, no problem, I'll go and ask now." The subordinate was excited, shaking his head like a rattle, turned around as if being chased by a dog, and ran away.
Qin Yang looked at the backs of his men and sighed.
"Rumors hurt people. Look how scared they are."
He turned around and looked at the coffin in the mourning hall. It looked like it was made of wood and had been painted with a shiny layer of paint, giving the coffin a metallic feel.
However, Qin Yang could tell without even using it that the coffin was definitely not made of wood.
One of them is obscure and difficult to distinguish, with a hint of the charm of the sycamore sacred wood, which makes people think that it is made of a subspecies of the sycamore sacred wood.
But Qin Yang was sure that it was definitely not the case, because the Wutong Flame in his body had no reaction to this material.
Wutong Flame has a natural affinity and attachment to the Wutong Divine Wood, including all its subspecies. The most common way to improve Wutong Flame is to add firewood, and add the Wutong Divine Wood and its subspecies.
Even though his Wutong Flame has turned into a magical power and its power continues to evolve in his hands, this innate characteristic will not change.
Just by sensing and seeing, without using it personally, you can still distinguish several materials, which are the materials needed for the Sky Stealing Coffin.
He has seen more than 800 kinds of coffins, if not a thousand. The variety of coffins he personally selected are definitely more than what most people have heard of.
There's something wrong with this coffin.
Besides, the elders who were closer to King Zhou had died long ago, and he himself was in the prime of life, so what kind of longevity materials had he prepared?
Qin Yang waited quietly, and no one thought anything was wrong. He was in charge of all the funeral ceremonies. The servants sent by the palace also took care of them with a wink, without giving any instructions at all.
Waiting until nightfall, when the few worshippers had left and the people keeping vigil were still here, Qin Yang stepped forward and touched King Zhou's coffin with his own hands.
Walking forward and looking at King Zhou's body, Qin Yang narrowed his eyes and took out a pile of materials.
The person keeping watch raised his head and looked at Qin Yang, but hesitated to speak.
When they saw Qin Yang's serious look on his face and how he meticulously applied makeup for King Zhou's burial, the person watching the funeral immediately lowered his head and ignored it.
Qin Yang touched the corpse of King Zhou, and his skill showed that he could touch the corpse, and his heart was put back into his stomach.
No matter what you want to do, before the King of Zhou enters the Dragon Vein Ancestral Court, he will be saved and cut off from the root. If there are other abnormalities, Quan is not aware of it.
The previous dynasty was so joyful that it seemed like he had been killed long ago. Let's give them some superficial thoughts, so as to save the day when the dharma body of the former dynasty became so angry and angry that he no longer cared about the overall situation.
I want to kill him.
Not having saved King Zhou for the time being, Qin Yang left King Zhou's Mansion.
His chief officer was waiting outside the door. After seeing Qin Yang, he quickly came over.
"My lord, I have already found out that he is a craftsman from Dongcheng. He has the same surname as your lord, and has been passed down from generation to generation. They both make coffins."
"Do you know the exact location?"
After asking about the location, Qin Yang took a jade chariot and set off at night, heading straight for the east city.
At midnight, Qin Yang finally came to the place mentioned by his men. On the edge of a large building complex, there was a very inconspicuous small courtyard with two entrances.
It looks gloomy from the outside, without any candlelight or life. When you open the wooden door in front, you will see the darkness in front of it, like an abyss, dead and gloomy. It seems that even ghosts dare not appear in such a place.
Qin Yang stepped into it, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a little golden light flashed deep in his pupils.
"Boss Qin, are you at home? Qin Yang, the right servant of the hotel's etiquette department, came here specially to purchase a batch of coffins."
In the darkness, a hunched figure walked out of a room.
Qin Yang looked at the other person's face and his pupils shrank. The old man's skin was covered with wrinkles and his old and decaying aura could no longer be hidden. He looked like a corpse.
Qin Yang used two pupil skills and peeked without regard for etiquette, and finally confirmed that the old man was still alive, but his vitality was like a dim firefly as big as a grain of rice, in the darkness of the whole world.
shine.
"Oh, it turns out that Mr. Qin, who is in charge of the temple's sacrifices, came to the humble residence. I'm so rude. Mr. Qin, please come in and choose whatever coffin you want."
The old man staggered, turned around slowly, and led Qin Yang into one of the rooms.
The space inside is much larger than the outside, and there are thousands of coffins of various sizes and materials densely packed.
There is also a corner where there are sets of coffins.
When Qin Yang saw it, he was astonished. This old man was one of those he couldn't compare to, a professional boss who was not an ordinary person.
Without being in a hurry to get down to business, Qin Yang first purchased hundreds of coffins as backup.
After the purchase was completed, I asked casually.
"Boss Qin, I saw a coffin in Prince Zhou's Mansion before. The craftsmanship is much better than these, and the materials and patterns are very particular. I wonder if you still have any in stock? I want to prepare one."
"No, there's no more material. If you want, you can make a reservation."
"what price?"
The old man raised his head and stared at Qin Yang for a long time with his cloudy eyes.
Qin Yang squinted his eyes and looked at this old man who was about to die and looked older than he had ever seen before.
"Can I use treasure instead?"
"It cannot be replaced. The old man has a poor life and cannot be blessed."
Qin Yang thought for a while.
"With such a high price, seniors should at least explain why it is sold at such a high price, right?"
"a hundred years."
"Twenty years, it's just a question. Senior, you don't have to provide any materials, and you don't have to waste time and effort." After Qin Yang said this, he thought for a moment: "Forget it, fixed price, fifty years."
"You come with me."
The old man took Qin Yang to another room. This room was not expanded. There was only an incense table with a dim oil lamp on it.
There was no lamp oil visible in the oil lamp, only the remaining lamp oil seemed to be hidden in the wick.
"Blow into this lamp."
Qin Yang stared at the oil lamp twice, then leaned forward and blew a breath.
In an instant, the candle flame that was blown not only did not go out, but became a little brighter, and there was also an undetectable trace of lamp oil at the bottom of the oil lamp.
Qin Yang also noticed that there was something in his body. As he spit it out in one breath, his vitality returned to calm in a flash. The loss of fifty years of life was insignificant to him now. He could just cultivate for a day or two.
, you can easily replenish it by taking any elixir.
The old man's aura of age also weakened a bit, and his vitality, which was as dim as a candle in the wind, also recovered a little.
The old man took a breath and said directly without making any excuses.
"That set of coffins is called Black Wutong."
"Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a divine bird named Mingfeng, which was immortal and immortal. When its life span was exhausted, it was the time of Nirvana and rebirth. Mingfeng soared in the nine heavens and fell with the parasol tree. There were also soul-eating beasts in the sea. The same
Immortal and immortal, but since ancient times, both have disappeared without a trace.
The so-called phoenix resides in the phoenix tree. Firstly, it means that the phoenix tree does not live in the phoenix tree. This phoenix tree is the sacred tree of the phoenix tree. Secondly, it is the black phoenix tree, which is the place where the phoenix lives in nirvana when it reaches nirvana.
The set of coffins you are asking about is called Black Wutong, and this is where it comes from.
If you want to be reborn after a calamity, the black phoenix tree is the place of nirvana."
The old man shook his bottom clean in one breath, while Qin Yang listened in confusion.
This old man seems to be a bit too talkative.
The old man glanced at Qin Yang, seemed to be aware of Qin Yang's thoughts, and sneered.
"I have been working hard all my life, and I am an honest craftsman. The guy who placed the order in front of me took the goods without paying the bill, and even wanted to kill me and silence him.
Oh, they are unkind. They broke the rules first, so don't blame the old man for being unjust. The black phoenix tree was given to the King of Zhou. It must have been done by those unscrupulous turtle sons in the previous dynasty.
I will send you a message for free, crush his body into ashes, refine it into bricks, press it at the gate of Lidu City, let thousands of people trample on it, and see how he rises from the ashes and is reborn!"
"..."
Qin Yang came out of the old man's house, said a few polite words in a friendly voice, and then introduced business to the old man.
The old man also politely sent him to the edge of darkness without sending him out.
Qin Yang looked back at the house that looked gloomy but not dilapidated, but extremely silent.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, Mr. Dai is really not a human being. Not only did he defraud the old craftsmen's wages, but he also defrauded the money for materials.
If you still want to silence me after everything is over, let’s get it over with.
You must be stupid.
No wonder there is only the last trace of vitality left in the old man's body, and it seems that it will be annihilated in the darkness at any time. It is unheard of and unseen that such a weak vitality can still be alive.
The old man's cover is most likely the oil lamp that seems to have been used for a long time.
As long as the oil lamp is not extinguished and the lamp is not destroyed, the old man will not die.
But success is the same as failure. He can't use the life-extending treasure, but he can get other people's longevity.
No wonder this old man is so easy to talk to. With a life span of fifty years, he can shake off any old man's background.
From the time he came, the old man was probably already prepared. Qin Yang would tell Qin Yang the news he wanted to know even if he didn't give the fifty-year life span any thought.
Just sensing the aging feeling on the old guy's body will give rise to an uncomfortable feeling.
I'm afraid he has lived for who knows how long. As a craftsman passed down from generation to generation, this old man is probably the only one from beginning to end.
I have always heard that there are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in Lidu. The Great Ying Dynasty welcomes all these people who are willing to settle here, and no one rushes to provoke them if nothing happens.
Now it seems that this is indeed the case.
So, it’s better to have a good relationship with the old man and introduce him to some business if nothing happens. He will definitely buy a lot of ordinary coffins from the old man from time to time. His level is really much better than him.
As for the special coffins, we can still introduce the business, so I will introduce them.
There is no telling when this kind of strange person will be used.
Most importantly, Qin Youde is also a craftsman who respects the rules.
Early the next morning, Qin Yang went to Prince Zhou's Mansion again.
King Zhou's funeral ceremony this time was not like that of the old prince. The circumstances were special and could be simply omitted.
The step of burying the body for seven days is still necessary.
Qin Yang did his duty faithfully and deliberately scanned all the procedures and everything that would be used to make sure they were correct.
Finally, I naturally saw the set of coffins the old man mentioned.
There are only coffins in the mourning hall, and the coffins have not been used yet.
I personally touched all the coffins and coffin sleeves, but couldn't pick them up.
However, Qin Yang didn't care about it any more. He just followed the procedures and did whatever he wanted.
In a flash, the day of the funeral came, and Qin Yang personally prepared the process. At the last moment when the coffin was sealed and put into the coffin, Qin Yang still checked everything in detail, and at this moment, he quietly saved the king of Zhou.
The two light balls he took out were patted into his head.
After confirming that the remaining parts were correct, he led a group of people, pulling the prepared coffin, to the Dragon Vein Ancestral Courtyard.
This time the battle was much bigger than when the old lady went to the funeral.
There was nothing unusual along the way, no one came to intercept and kill him, and he arrived outside the Dragon Vein Ancestral Court smoothly.
Qin Yang was dressed in a ceremonial robe, solemn and solemn, reciting sacrificial inscriptions.
After completing the procedure, you can see the entrance of the mountain range that looks like a dragon entrenched in front of you, vaguely like an immortal with its dragon's head. The dragon opens its mouth and opens the entrance to the Dragon Vein Ancestral Court.
In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, the sky changed suddenly, and a terrifying pressure suddenly fell.
For the first time, Qin Yang noticed the so-called power of the divine dynasty.
It is something that is like spiritual energy, but is not. It is invisible and has no quality, but it exists.
Anyone who does not have an official position in the Great Ying Dynasty and does not have the protection of the Divine Dynasty's luck will feel like they have entered a quagmire after entering this place, struggling to move forward.
This is the entire Great Ying Dynasty, where the power of the Divine Dynasty is the strongest, and where the luck of the Divine Dynasty is strongest.
Groups of warriors guarding the mausoleum, filled with the breath of death, like gray stone sculptures, walked out of the entrance and lined up on both sides.
King Zhou's coffin flew out, fell onto the shoulders of a group of warriors, and was carried into the Dragon Vein Ancestral Court.
Qin Yang looked solemnly as he watched the group of warriors disappear into the darkness.
When the door closed again, Qin Yang felt relieved.
Still want to play tricks in the previous game? One back move followed another.
Hey, let you play, steal the coffin from the sky, blacken the phoenix tree, and be reborn in Nirvana. What good things are you thinking about?