Chapter 1389 Casting coffin, inscription coffin, burial coffin, leading coffin
Chapter 1,389 Casting a coffin, inscribing a coffin, burying a coffin, and guiding a coffin
Walking on the dark ancient road, in the silence, the only sound was the footsteps of three people.
The bride who called herself Gu Qinghuan walked in the front, while Ye Xuan and Zhou Youwei walked side by side.
Although he was a little surprised, Ye Xuan still admitted this fact.
This guy named Gu Qinghuan is really alive, not a ghost but not a ghost, a spirit but not a spirit, as Ye Xuan said before.
Logically speaking, Gu Qinghuan is just a manifestation of the Yin Bowl, not a real existence.
But Gu Qinghuan's response to Ye Xuan made Ye Xuan know that Gu Qinghuan really existed.
But at the same time, Gu Qinghuan is still with Yin Wan.
That thing is an inherited artifact of the line of Xiling coffin bearers. There must be some reason why the Xiling Coffin King actually allowed Gu Qinghuan to exist.
Ye Xuan came here this time to ask for a coffin from the Coffin King of Xiling, and to broaden her horizons with Youwei.
So Ye Xuan didn't delve into the matter.
"Isn't sister going to Nanling Mountain?"
As they walked, Zhou Youwei felt that the atmosphere was too dull, so she took the initiative to talk to Gu Qinghuan.
Previously in the Star Hall of the Burial Dragon Courtyard, the Burial Dragon Courtyard talked about the Great Emperor's Machine, and the bride named Gu Qinghuan was also among them. Logically speaking, they were going to the Dragon Burial Courtyard together. I don't know why they appeared here.
this.
"...I won't go."
Gu Qinghuan replied stiffly.
Zhou Youwei's beautiful eyes rolled and she smiled slightly and said: "Sister, don't be angry, my husband speaks like that, I will teach him a lesson later."
Ye Xuan couldn't help but roll his eyes at Zhou Youwei, "What are you talking about?"
Zhou Youwei's eyes signaled Ye Xuan not to interrupt.
Ye Xuan was happy and at ease.
Gu Qinghuan didn't reply.
Zhou Youwei said again: "Sister, can you also carry a coffin?"
Gu Qinghuan said stiffly: "No."
Zhou Youwei said in shock: "Aren't you a coffin bearer?"
"..." Gu Qinghuan said: "The heritage of coffin bearers is ancient, but not everyone is a coffin bearer."
"Aside from the coffin bearers, what else is there?" Zhou Youwei asked doubtfully.
"The one who casts the coffin, the one who inscribes the coffin, the one who buries the coffin, the one who leads the coffin." Gu Qinghuan said truthfully.
"So many..." Zhou Youwei secretly smacked her tongue, this was different from what she imagined.
Ever since, Zhou Youwei stepped forward to talk to Gu Qinghuan again.
Gu Qinghuan seemed to have a good impression of Zhou Youwei, and he knew everything he wanted to say.
During the conversation with Gu Qinghuan, Zhou Youwei finally learned that the lineage of coffin bearers was indeed profound and profound.
The coffin bearers will not say anything.
Coffin makers are a lineage of coffin bearers who specialize in making coffins.
The person who inscribes the coffin is responsible for tracing the inscriptions on the coffin.
The coffin bearer is responsible for the burial.
The coffin bearer is quite special. Among the coffin bearers, there has always been only one coffin bearer who is responsible for the transaction.
Gu Qinghuan is a coffin usher, holding a Yin bowl and ushering in people who need to buy coffins.
She is also the only coffin bearer in the lineage of Xiling coffin bearers.
Ye Xuan looked at the two people chatting happily, and his thoughts had already drifted to a far away place.
Throughout the ages, coffin-bearers, a lineage of coffin-carriers, are actually the Yin Bowl.
In these long years, there are many cases where the Yin Bowl transforms into a spirit, and the end is often the destruction of the coffin bearers along with it.
After the Yin Bowl transforms into a spirit, there will be subjective consciousness, and in this case, 'they' will resist and will not accept the coffin buyer.
Once this situation occurs, the luck of the coffin bearers' lineage will disappear, and the coffin bearers of this lineage will also die mysteriously one after another.
No matter what state of existence you are in, you cannot escape.
This is a taboo.
Therefore, later on, many coffin bearers would pay special attention to the situation of the Yin Bowl, and if there were any signs of spiritual transformation, they would obliterate it.
Someone like Gu Qinghuan not only exists, but also has self-awareness. In addition to being a coffin bearer, he is also the head of the line of coffin bearers in Xiling. This is really rare.
Ye Xuan could tell that this woman named Gu Qinghuan was not the spirit of the Yin Bowl, but more like an unconscious body, serving as the object of the Yin Bowl.
This is also why Ye Xuan would initially say that it is a ghost but not a ghost, and it is a spirit but not a spirit.
However, since Gu Qinghuan exists and has self-awareness, all of this must be related to the Xiling Coffin King.
After all, the Coffin King of Xiling is the leader of the coffin bearers in Xiling.
"arrive."
While Ye Xuan was thinking to himself, Gu Qinghuan spoke.
Ye Xuan retracted his thoughts and looked up.
All he saw ahead was a dark gate.
There is also a plaque on it, but there is only one word on the plaque - coffin.
In addition, the dark gate has an extremely strange shape.
At first glance, it looks like two coffin lids standing there.
Gu Qinghuan walked to the door.
It was as if two coffin lid doors were slowly opening.
A pungent and unpleasant smell hit my face, as if there were a thousand flavors mixed together.
Zhou Youwei lightly covered her mouth and nose and looked at Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan nodded slightly.
The two of them followed behind Gu Qinghuan.
After walking through the gate, I found a simple town behind the gate.
Zhou Youwei looked around and found that the people in the town and the ordinary monks were not interested, but they were all doing what they were supposed to do and said very little.
It is obviously a lively town, but it seems particularly quiet, with no sound of people.
There were roaring sounds from time to time, which was the coffin being built.
When someone met Gu Qinghuan on the road, they only saluted and did not say anything.
I didn't look or ask too much about Ye Xuan and Zhou Youwei.
Soon, the three of them came to a simple courtyard.
There were knocking sounds from the inner courtyard, as if a coffin was being cast.
Gu Qinghuan led Ye Xuan and Zhou Youwei to the inner courtyard.
In the inner courtyard, there was a nine-foot-tall middle-aged man with bulging muscles all over his body. He was holding a hammer and pounding a black iron divine coffin.
The power of each hammer is extremely violent. At least in Zhou Youwei's opinion, its power far exceeds that of the Supreme, no, even far exceeds the Great Supreme!
However, there is no sense of cultivation in this middle-aged man.
Like a mortal.
If he were walking on the street, no one would think he was a master.
"father."
Lu Qinghuan shouted softly, his voice finally less stiff and much softer.
The middle-aged man who was casting the coffin put down the hammer, looked at Gu Qinghuan, and said with a smile: "Huan'er is back, take your friend to rest, I will be back soon."
"Yeah." Gu Qinghuan walked towards Zhou Youwei and said, "Follow me."
Zhou Youwei looked at Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan waved his hand gently, signaling Zhou Youwei to follow Gu Qinghuan first.
Zhou Youwei nodded gently and followed Lu Qinghuan to leave first.
After the two left, the middle-aged man stopped, looked at Ye Xuan, and said with a cold expression: "Finding this place is enough to prove that you are extraordinary. Tell me, what kind of coffin do you want?"
Ye Xuan casually pulled the bench next to him and sat down. He crossed his legs and said with a smile: "I asked why this woman can exist. She is your daughter."
The middle-aged man glanced at Ye Xuan coldly and said calmly: "If you keep talking nonsense, I don't mind giving you two coffins for free."