Chapter 230: Getting Rich by Raising the Coffin

Chapter 230: Getting Rich by Raising the Coffin

Chapter 230: Getting Rich by Raising the Coffin
"Two zombies were lured out, but unfortunately only one was caught."

Tian Lin had torn a zombie into pieces, but he didn't intend to tell the two people present.

He changed the subject and said to Zhou Jin and Old Man Ran, "The most urgent thing is for Fellow Daoist Ran to heal his wounds first. Let's see if we can catch two more zombies in the next few days."

"Alright, then I'll have to trouble you two Taoist friends to protect me."

Old Man Ran picked up the black coffin and dragged it out of the dense forest.

He first buried the black coffin into the ground, and then began to sit cross-legged to expel the corpse poison.

Zhou Jin was not idle either. Although he was on the outskirts of the mass grave, he could not avoid inhaling a small amount of corpse gas, so he still had to sit cross-legged and meditate to expel the corpse poison.

Only Tian Lin was completely fine, but he didn't want to appear too abnormal.

He simply sat cross-legged in meditation, but he did not expel the corpse poison. Instead, he took out the Earth-Sealing Pill from his storage bag and continued to practice the Earth-Sealing Technique.

After a few hours, the sky darkened. It was only then that Old Man Ran opened his eyes.

A lot of the white hair on his body has faded, but if he wants to completely eradicate it, he has to rest for half a year.

However, this minor injury is really worth it compared to getting a medium-sized zombie.

Thinking of the many zombies in the mass grave, Old Man Ran became eager to try.

But Tian Lin and Zhou Jin did not plan to take risks at night, because the yin energy in the Xiangxi Sect's territory was the strongest at night, and the zombies were more active.

The mass graves at this time were extremely dangerous.

"Why don't we carry the coffin back to my village first, rest for a night, and then come back to this mass grave tomorrow?"

Old Man Ran also felt that it was not appropriate to enter the mass grave at night, so he made a suggestion.

"Alright."

Tian Lin nodded and said, "I think Ran Daoyou's clansmen must be very worried about your safety. Only if Ran Daoyou goes back in person, they won't have any wild thoughts."

As the three of them were talking, they started digging out the black coffin from the ground.

But this time, one person led the way, and two people took turns carrying the coffin.

The black coffin was extremely heavy and could not completely suppress the zombies inside.

Carrying a coffin by two people is not much easier than carrying a mountain.

Because Old Man Ran and Zhou Jin were both in the middle stage of foundation building, the two of them carried the coffin.

But as the two of them carried the coffin, the mud went deep into their ankles with every step.

Tian Lin thought, it was so difficult for two people to carry the coffin, let alone flying with the coffin on a sword? Unless there was a way to completely suppress and seal the zombies in the coffin.

The mountain road was difficult to travel and was pitch black. Tian Lin was in front, holding a fire and using his sword to cut away the dead branches to create a wide path.

Behind him followed the coffin bearers, Old Man Ran and Zhou Jin.

The three of them walked for several miles before a gust of cold wind blew out the fire stick in Tian Lin's hand.

In the gloomy wind, several pieces of paper money fluttered down and were buried in the soil under their feet.

At this time, Old Man Ran suddenly said, "Be quiet and stop. Don't speak or move."

Tian Lin had originally planned to escape on his sword, but after hearing what Old Man Ran said, he forced himself to control his muscles so that he would not react at all.

At this time, the sounds of suona and trumpets rang out from a distance.

In the dark forest, on the dilapidated official road, a line of zombies in mourning clothes approached from afar.

Among these people, apart from the one playing the suona in the front, there are the people crying mourners in the back, and then the people carrying the coffin.

The person playing the suona in the lead suddenly stopped when passing by Tian Lin, and stared at Tian Lin with a pair of green eyes.

Just one glance from him was enough to make Tian Lin's heart tighten, not to mention that following his glance, the rest of the people in mourning clothes all stared at Tian Lin?
Tian Lin had no idea where these zombies came from, and he was being stared at by so many of them. How could he not be nervous?
He thought of what Old Man Ran said and forced himself not to take out his flying sword to risk his life.

At this time, Old Man Ran walked up to Tian Lin, took out a stick of incense from his storage bag, lit it, and then inserted the incense stick into the soil on the side of the road.

The smoke from the incense stick rose up rapidly. The suona player took a puff of the smoke, then continued on his way, playing the suona again.

As the suona player moved, the zombies in mourning clothes behind him also moved.

Tian Lin had studied funeral studies for many days, but it was only at this time that he understood the essence of mourning.

Looking at a group of ghosts crying, Tian Lin felt like crying himself.

There are so many ghosts that everyone who passes by the fields and forests will involuntarily take a sip of the incense sticks on the roadside.

The incense sticks burned and consumed at a very fast speed, and Old Man Ran quickly drew out new incense sticks for the road sacrifice.

In just half a quarter of an hour, he had already used up more than a dozen incense sticks.

At this time, people carrying the coffin began to appear. The heavy pressure made Tian Lin feel frightened.

He subconsciously looked at the large red coffin carried by the pallbearers.

The red coffin was lifted up by eight evil spirits using six thick wooden poles. Even though the wooden poles were as thick as a man's arms, they still creaked and seemed to be about to break under the red coffin as big as the room.

And the overwhelming pressure came from the big red coffin that seemed to be dripping with blood.

Tian Lin noticed from the corner of his eye that Old Man Ran looked at the big red coffin with both fear and intention.

Tian Lin couldn't help but think of Old Man Ran's black coffin——

The black coffin is more valuable than the mummy, so what about this red coffin dripping with blood? It must be a magic weapon that the corpse driver envied. But what kind of corpse is in such a magic weapon? It must be at least a walking zombie - Old Man Ran would definitely not dare to think of a walking zombie.

At this time, Tian Lin only hoped that this funeral team composed of evil spirits would leave as soon as possible. Fortunately, this funeral team composed of zombies finally carried the coffin and was about to leave Tian Lin and his companions.

Before Tian Lin and Zhou Jin could breathe a sigh of relief, a voice suddenly sounded in front of them.

Then a woman's voice was heard saying, "A note of peace incense, wishing you all good luck."

When the woman's voice sounded, the funeral procession suddenly stopped.

Tian Lin and Zhou Jin's faces changed and they looked at the woman who was blocking the road in the distance.

The woman was dressed in a white Taoist robe, and she was none other than Elder Gao, who was supposed to be sitting high up on the ship.

I saw Elder Gao holding three incense sticks as thick as candles in his hand, and he inserted the three incense sticks into the ground.

"How can Ping An Xiang force peace? What is she doing?"

Old Man Ran asked Zhou Jin and Tian Lin, but although Tian Lin and Zhou Jin were disciples of the Wendao Sect, they were not proficient in funeral studies.

How could the other two know something that even Old Man Ran himself didn’t know?
After three burning incense sticks were inserted into the ground, the zombies started to move, starting with the zombies that were blowing trumpets, followed by the zombies that were crying.

These zombies fell to the ground in an instant.

Seeing the zombies falling down like dominoes, Zhou Jin couldn't help but ask, "Three incense sticks can make the zombies fall to the ground. Is this funeral science?"

Old Man Ran shouted, "The red coffin cannot fall to the ground, or it will take root."

He let out a strange cry and raised his hands to lift the coffin.

Tian Lin and Zhou Jin reacted quickly and rushed to the coffin and supported the bottom of it when it fell to the ground.

But the heaviness of the red coffin was beyond the three people's imagination. Tian Lin used the free Buddhist magic power. Although he was not the reincarnation of the devil, he had the ability to control a mountain.

But it was only a moment, and the magical powers of the three people were crushed by the coffin, and their backs were bent by the red coffin.

The red coffin fell towards the ground with an unstoppable force, but Elder Gao's voice shouted, "Lift the coffin to make a fortune!"

As soon as she said this, the red coffin flew high into the air, and Tian Lin, Zhou Jin and Old Man Ran took the opportunity to retreat to the side of the road.

"The soul lamp leads the way, and the coffin brings wealth!"

The three of them only saw Elder Gao shout, and Elder Gao, who was dressed in white, turned into a shadow, and a Kongming lantern floated towards the sky above the coffin.

The Kongming lantern was suspended above the red coffin, and its light covered the entire red coffin.

The red coffin flew along with the Kongming lantern, following Elder Gao towards the high-altitude ship.

At this moment, there was a sudden "chi" sound under the night sky. Someone poked the Kongming lantern and the candle in it went out.

The soul lamp can no longer lead the way, and the spell of raising the coffin to make money has also been quietly broken.

The red coffin fell rapidly, and Elder Gao, who had already flown onto the ship, turned his head, looked at the dark night sky and shouted, "Who dares to ruin my good deeds?"

In the darkness, an old man's voice rang out, "You are asking the elders of the Dao Sect, why did you come to my Xiangxi Sect to steal the coffin? Who is ruining whose good deed?"

"The coffin was on the road. I found it. How can it be considered stealing?"

"What a joke! This bunch of zombies are delivering coffins and corpses to my Xiangxi Sect, and you dare to attack them? Seeing that you are from the Wendao Sect, I will let you go this time, and leave quickly!"

Will Elder Gao give up?
He flew towards the red coffin below, and an old man appeared on the top of the hill where the red coffin had originally fallen.

The old man raised his hand and the red coffin flew towards him.

He went to where Zhou Jin and the others were originally, raised his hand and swept away the peace incense sticks on the ground.

As the peace incense was destroyed, the zombies on the ground stood up one after another.

The old man rang the Sanqing bell in his hand, and he said, "Please carry the coffin!"

The red coffin fell down, and the zombies carried it up with their bodies.

At this time, old man Gao Chang had already caught up.

The old man turned around and faced Elder Gao, and asked him, "Fellow Daoist, do you want to fight me?"

Elder Gao said with a somewhat ferocious expression: "I was the first to discover this red coffin. Give it to me."

The old man sneered and said, "I told you, this red coffin and the zombie inside the coffin are all from my Xiangxi Sect. The zombie inside is a villager in my jurisdiction. When he was about to die, he prepared his own coffin.

Now that his time has come, it is time for him to return to my Xiangxi Sect with his body and coffin. You are blocking a dead man from his way, are you tired of living?"

"There is no point in saying more. I want this red coffin. You must keep it today!"

"Okay, if you want a red coffin, I'll give it to you!"

The old man raised his hand and the red coffin flew up from the zombie's hand and smashed straight towards Elder Gao.

Elder Gao lifted up the coffin with both hands, but half of his body was smashed into the ground like a nail.

Not far away, Zhou Jin looked at Tian Lin and asked, "What should we do now? Should we go forward to help?"

Old Man Ran said, "When gods fight, the little ghosts suffer. Why should we help? We should carry the coffin and run away first!"

As he spoke, he really picked up the black coffin, dragged it and was about to leave.

(End of this chapter)