Wang Chen felt that he had spent a long darkness and his soul was vague, as if he had spent a longer time than his life. He only remembered that he heard a click, the slight sound of the mechanical lock opening, and the chaotic feeling gradually left him. He vaguely saw a white light in front of his eyes, and a vague sound came from his ears.

Am I dead?

It seems not yet!

In his memory, fireballs from the sky were burning everywhere, as if they were doomed, and he stood in despair on the street waiting for the arrival of death, but what happened later? I don’t remember it!

He seemed to be lying in a small but very comfortable iron box. Is it a coffin? Thanks to the country for not forcing him to cremate. Wang Chen was awake, but he didn't want to open his eyes. Now someone was talking in his ear. A young, unchanged boy said in panic: "Master! The body coffin of the Great Heavenly Venerable is shining!"

"It is the Dharma Body of the Great Heavenly Venerable and Saving the World in China!" A slightly old voice sounded, and then the slap he slapped the boy hard on the scalp.

"You evil disciple!" Later, the old voice scolded: "Everyone told us that this iron coffin is the treasure inherited from the Maoshan lineage. The ancestors of Maoshan were the ancestors who obtained the coffin of the heavenly realm to save the world and then realized the magic of corpse refining and driving corpse. You dare to move the ancestor's heavy weapon... I won't beat you, the evil disciple to death!"

"Didn't I just want to re-understand the ancestor's magic from this iron coffin?" the young man said aggrievedly.

"Master, you said we are the direct descendants of the Xiamaoshan lineage, but the Taoist priest from the Taiqingguan Villa on Phoenix Mountain said that we impersonate them Maoshan Dharma Talismans, and said that you don't even have a certificate of tribute. You are a fake Taoist priest. You said that we are just eating the food of a dead person and picking up bones for people. We are not from Maoshan at all."

"Nonsense!" The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him, and he said unevenly: "They lost the magic handed down by the ancestor of Jiugong, and let the people in Chaotian Palace in Nanjing take it away. Instead, they blamed our direct lineage and drove us out of Shangqing Palace. Originally, our Maoshan best-known was the Yin Shen Corpse Destruction Spell, but now they say that those of us who still adhere to the magic lineage of the ancestor are evil ways! It's outrageous!"

"My teacher's palace is dead, and I will see us going down to Maoshan lineage, find the magic of the ancestor, and drive away the golden armored corpse to the Shangqing Palace on the day!"

When the young man heard this, he said angrily: "The Nine Lords Patriarch can understand magic from the coffin of the body of the Emperor of Life, why can't we do it?" He said excitedly: "When we understand the thirteen corpse methods from the treasures of the ancestors, we will definitely be able to reproduce the grand occasion of our descending to Maoshan and governing the palaces of the Zheng and One Sect of the Southeastern provinces! Taking into account the rules of the ancestors, and when the people from Shangqing Palace come to the door, do we still have to let them humiliate them?"

"Shangqing Palace comes to the door?" The old teacher Gong keenly noticed something and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with you, a villain? Why did you come to the door for no reason? Have you told the ancestor's treasures about you?"

The young man suddenly became panicked and hesitated: "The Taoist priests from the Shangqing Palace laughed at us, and I was so angry..."

In a hurry, the master palace shook his hand and slapped his little disciple. He roared: "You... are confused! We have no power and power, so let Shangqing Palace know. Are we still the lives of our master and disciple? You dislike us for picking bones for the dead. Did the master forget you if he had eaten in one bite? With this little trick left by the ancestor, our master and disciple were disliked a little, but they had no worries about food and clothing."

"But you, a rebellious disciple, want to be your life as a teacher?"

As he said that, the Master Palace ran all the way and said to his apprentice: "If I weren't you, you are my poor sister and only son," he said, "I'm fine! Get your stuff up and run away before the people from Shangqing Palace come."

The little disciple said with no lord: "Uncle... no, Master! Where is the treasure of the ancestor?"

"At that time, when the Nine Lord Patriarch saw a comet falling to the ground at night, he found this coffin three days after entering the mountain. He learned the magic of our corpse from the corpses of the gods inside... The whole body of the coffin was cast by Taibai Jingjin and weighed more than 18,000 kilograms. The Nine Lord Patriarch spent countless effort to dig it out of the mountain. Now in a hurry, move it. Let it be here! I will find a hidden place to bury it on the spot!"

"I'll come back to look for it in the future... Anyway, I must not fall into the hands of those traitors."

Wang Chen Youyou opened his eyes and breathed a deep breath. Is this a TV series outside? Or is it a three-dimensional surround sound, a big deal! I heard that some funeral industries have created refrigeration coffins and connected coffins to meet the needs of various customers after death. What does a joke say: Even if I die, I will roar with my dead throat: mobile phone, charging, and wifi.

I didn’t expect that there was such service in the coffin!

Wang Chen opened his eyes and saw a Taoist boy with a Taoist bun on the glass plate less than 30 centimeters away from his chest. He stared at him with a terror. Before he could praise the coffin for its high-end, elegant and elegant style, and its three-dimensional 3D large screen, he saw the Taoist boy screaming.

"Master, the Great Heavenly Lord is cheating on the zombie!"

Seeing the little Taoist boy's face flowing with tears in his eyes, Wang Chen felt funny inexplicably. He stretched out his hand and pushed it. The screen in front of him suddenly slid open a gap of three fingers. The little Taoist boy's eyes were quick and fast, and he pressed the "coffin" tightly, shouting:

"It's a corpse! I'm dying forever! The coffin board of the Great Heavenly Lord of Life cannot be suppressed!"

"Boy! It was shocking!" The Master Chief Palace angrily walked in from the front hall. Just as he was about to scold his little apprentice, he saw the Heavenly Lord Dharma Body in the treasure of his ancestor pushed open the crystal treasure cover on the surface of the iron coffin and stood up.

The teacher's eyes turned pale and he was about to faint.

The little disciple hurried over, pinching his master's people tightly, and cried: "Master, you can't die... What should I do if you die? Even if we are in the ancestor of the Nine Lords, we have trained a flying yaksha. Now even the gods who offer sacrifices are deceiving the corpse. What can I do, my disciple? Master..."

Looking at the little Taoist boy crying to death, listening to the dialect that looked a bit like Minnan, Wang Chen didn't know whether he should disturb the master and apprentice. When he looked back, he realized why the master and apprentice called him the Great Heavenly Lord of the Chinese Life and Saving World! The lid of the iron coffin clearly stated that the Chinese Multiverse Dimension Republic, the Savior Army Rescue and Saving Warehouse.

Although it is simplified Chinese, they should be able to understand the ancient Chinese costumes and familiar dialects of the two people in front of them.

"Cough cough!" Wang Chen coughed twice and said, "I'm disturbing. What kind of dynasty is it now?"

"Don't eat me!" The little apprentice wailed and collapsed on the teacher's palace. Instead, the master and the palace were pinched by the land and woke up from the pain. When he heard the zombie-scam "Da Tianzun" speaking human words, he was still the accent of the capital. Instead, he was not so scared! If he could speak human words, he was not a zombie. If he was not a zombie, his master and disciple could still live.

He clasped his fists to Wang Chen and said, "The Heavenly Lord is coming again, now it is the Ming Dynasty..."

When Wang Chen heard the "Ming Dynasty" his eyes lit up... Am I traveling through time?

But looking at the "iron coffin" under me, this life ware shape is not too sci-fi, but from the words of the master and apprentice, it seems that I have been sleeping in the life ware for quite some time. This kind of technology tree life dormant warehouse, which can be pointed out by space travel, is not something I can use when I was born in the 21st century ago and suffered a major disaster.

And what the hell is this Chinese multiverse dimension republic?

What is the Salvation Army? Is it another name for the People's Liberation Army?

Sitting in the life ware and traveling through time by myself... it's a bit non-mainstream! And that Master Jiugong can understand the Tao of yarn from the life ware and it's so easy to understand!

"Zhu Yuanzhang's Ming Dynasty!" In order to prevent another Ming Dynasty from happening in another world, Wang Chen asked in particular, and then asked: "What is the year name now?"
Chapter completed!