Chapter 455 Suolong Village!

"You're not joking, are you? When is it? I have to leave a message before leaving, so don't leave any ink." Master Wang and Feng Minglong stood in front of the coffin. They stared at me, wondering why I was so crazy all of a sudden. , actually wanted to look for something in a strange ruined temple.

"We can't escape. We are outsiders and unfamiliar with the place we live in. Even if we escape for a while, we will probably be caught by the villagers soon. Why ask for trouble?" I held my mobile phone from the underworld show. Wander around the temple and use your judgment eye to scan every inch of the land.

"That's true, but I'm just not willing to accept it. They forced us to carry the coffin when we first came here. We don't know how they will treat us later. It's all because of that little brat, he talks so fast!"

"It's useless to complain, but it's good to delay here for a while. If we can find out the secrets of the village, maybe those people outside will use caution and don't dare to do too much to us." Master Wang seemed to understand me. He also walked around the temple in a decent manner.

Time was limited, so in order to prevent villagers from coming in to check, I accelerated my search progress.

I searched inside and outside, including the Buddha statue in the main hall and the blind spots of the beams, but unfortunately I still didn't find anything.

"The show text message was sent after I entered the temple. Assuming that the people in the underworld show have been monitoring me through the live broadcast, then they should not have mistaken the location. The relic is in the temple." I frowned slowly. He frowned, and his eyes finally landed on the only place he hadn't looked for yet - the coffin behind the Buddha statue.

"You two come here and help me, I want to open the coffin!"

As soon as I said this, the expressions of Feng Minglong and Master Wang changed.

"This place is very evil. There might be something hidden in the coffin. If you let it out, all three of us might be dead."

"Yes, this doesn't look like a tomb. The deceased is the most important. If you do this, you will make people and gods angry."

Master Wang and Feng Minglong both disagreed, and I couldn't insist on having my own way. Just as I was about to convince them, the clan elder from the village walked in.

He was very old, hunched over, and the pale paper mask on his face could not hide his gray, knotted beard.

"It's a step too late." I sighed to myself. It's a pity. With this clan leader here, I would never dare to open the coffin in front of him. I waved to Master Wang and Feng Minglong, and I took the lead in grabbing the tail of the coffin: "Don't be stunned. Now, take it out first and then talk."

The three of them worked together to lift the coffin. After a lot of effort, they could only just carry it out of the main hall.

"What kind of wood is it made of? Is it so heavy?" Fortunately, Master Wang and Feng Minglong shared the burden. I carried the end of the coffin alone, and my arm muscles swelled, which was very difficult.

The hunchback always followed us and stared at us. He wore a mask, so I couldn't see his expression. I could only grit my teeth and move the coffin outside the temple.

After crossing the threshold of the temple, as soon as the coffin landed on the ground, the surrounding villagers spontaneously gathered around.

They didn't speak, they all stared at us, danced weird and exaggerated dances, and swung their colorful costumes.

"Get out of the way." Lu Shan stood next to the clan elder, acting as a translator. The three of us outsiders stepped aside, and four sturdy men walked out of the team to welcome the gods. They were topless, and they hugged each other. A dragon pole was tied with hemp rope to fix the four corners of the coffin. Then four people squatted down and easily lifted the coffin.

"The technique is professional, are they the coffin bearers in the village?" I silently hid my phone behind my back, trying not to let the surrounding villagers see me taking pictures. This was very disrespectful to them.

The coffin was lifted, and the four people walked at the front of the procession, followed by the music group playing and playing, followed by the four people carrying the soul sedan, and at the end of the procession were three of us outsiders and some village women and children.

"This custom of welcoming the gods is quite interesting. It's part coffin carrying and part soul sedan. It's half joy and half mourning." I kept staring at the coffin at the front of the line. There was an 80% chance that the mission target of the underworld show would be among them: "See the opportunity." Just do it, I will be lucky if I get it, but I will lose my life, so I can’t force it.”

The procession to welcome the gods did not encounter any obstacles on the way here, but as the saying goes, it is easier to go up the mountain than to go down. I don't know whether it was because the coffin was unlucky and the soul sedan conflicted, or because of other things, the procession moved very slowly.

"Everyone, be careful and be careful around you." My senses were extremely sharp, my back felt chilly, and I always felt like something else had gotten mixed up in the team to greet the gods.

After going down the mountain and about to enter the village, another accident happened.

A coffin bearer holding a dragon pole slipped and fell to the ground. The boxy coffin was originally four people bearing the weight. When he let go, the hemp rope broke and a corner of the coffin hit the ground.

The clan elder was furious. He walked over and kicked the strong man several times. Then he carefully took out a piece of white cloth and put away the soil where the coffin touched the ground.

The strong man was limping, and it looked like he had a sprained foot. He also felt that he was quite innocent. He seemed to have tripped over something for no reason. You must know that these coffin bearers are all very capable, and they pay attention to staying steady, no matter it is a mountain road. , or mud puddles, you can walk freely.

The clan elder cursed for a while, called Lushan, and then pointed at me. Across the crowd, I suddenly had some bad premonitions.

Not long after, Lu Shan ran over and conveyed the clan elder’s wishes to me.

One of the pallbearers was injured and I was asked to take his place.

There were not many men in the village. I looked at Master Wang and Feng Minglong. They looked like they had nothing to do with me. I was so angry that my teeth itched.

It was unlucky for the coffin to be parked at the entrance of the village. With Lushan's persuasion, I put on the loose clothes of a coffin bearer, took the paper mask given to me by the clan elder and put it on my face. I held up the dragon pole and replaced the injured person. That person's position.

The dragon bar is thick and cleverly designed with short sticks and hemp ropes. The four people evenly share the weight of the coffin without feeling too tired.

I thought it was nothing at first, but as I walked, I gradually felt something was wrong. I don’t know if it was an illusion. The closer I got to the village, the heavier the coffin became.

By the time we arrived at the entrance of the village, my shoulder had already been pressed with red blood marks. But what I found strange was that, except for me, the other three looked at ease and moved smoothly, without any signs of difficulty.

"Is this coffin aimed at me? Is there a corpse inside?"

I endured the pain in my shoulders, kicked deep and shallow, and finally made it to the end.

The long procession to welcome the gods stopped in front of a stone building in the center of the village. This stone building occupies the largest area. On the door beam is an old handmade wooden plaque with three ancient characters written on it. The middle character is Dragon, the remaining two words were a bit blurry, and I didn’t read them carefully.

The coffin could not fall to the ground during the ceremony. Under the leadership of the clan elders, only the four of us carrying the coffin and Lu Shan entered the stone building.

The swaying flames of white wax reflected the rows of lacquered wooden tablets on the altar table. I took a quick look and saw that all the names on them were named Lu.

"Is this place the Lu family's ancestral hall?"

Under the order of the clan elder, the four of us placed the coffin on the bluestone floor tiles, and he pushed open the coffin lid himself.

I stood on tiptoes and took a peek. There was no body in the coffin, only a double-sided Buddha statue carved from white jade.

This Buddha statue is extremely magical. The most special thing is the heart of the statue, where a black and white heart is sealed.

"Good and evil relics?!"

Made of white jade for the body and Buddha bones for the heart, this Buddha statue is carved so lifelike that the two completely opposite faces seem to be alive, making people dare not look at them.

"It turns out that the god to be welcomed in the village is the Two-Faced Buddha. Now that I have found the good and evil relics, the next step is to determine the escape route." I concealed the surprise in my eyes and remained calm.

The clan elder instructed several other people to move the statue out of the coffin and place it on the altar table in the ancestral hall. The moment the white jade Buddha statue was pressed on the altar table, all the tablets on the entire table trembled slightly, seeming to have caused some kind of resonance, and then the entire temple A slight earthquake could be felt on the ground in the village. The only thing that remained unchanged was the fire on the white wax roof, which was still burning.

When the shaking stopped, the clan elder led several men out, leaving Lu Shan alone in the ancestral hall.

The door of the ancestral hall was closed. I returned to Master Wang and Feng Minglong and looked at the stone tower silently. My eyes gradually solidified on the wooden plaque on the top of the door beam. I studied Miaozhen classics and Bengquan boxing manuals. I also did some research on ancient Chinese characters. The three words on the plaque became more familiar to me as I read them. A fragmentary memory suddenly appeared in my heart, and I blurted out three words: "Suolong Village?"