Wang Chen felt like he had passed through a long period of darkness. His spirit was blurry, as if he had lived longer than his life. All he could remember was a click and the soft sound of a mechanical lock opening. That muddle-headedness gradually left him. He could vaguely see a white light before his eyes, and a vague voice reached his ears.
'Am I dead?'
'I don't think so!'
In his memory, fireballs fell from the sky and burned everywhere as if doomsday had come. He stood on the street in despair, waiting for death to come. But what happened next? 'I don't remember!'
He seemed to be lying in a narrow but comfortable iron box. 'Is it a coffin?' He should thank the country for not cremating him. Wang Chen had woken up, but he did not want to open his eyes. Now, someone was talking in his ear. A young boy whose voice had not changed yet said fearfully, "Master! The Great Heavenly Lord Wei Sheng's body coffin is glowing! "
"It's the Great Heavenly Lord of Salvation's dharma body!" An old voice was heard, followed by the sound of him slapping the boy's scalp.
"You rascal!" Then, the old voice scolded, "Everyone told me that this iron coffin is the most precious treasure of our Mao Mountain lineage. It is an ancestral magical item. Our Mao Mountain's patriarch had obtained this coffin of the Celestial Lord of Salvation, the Life-Sustaining Celestial Lord of Salvation, and that was how he came to understand the art of refining and controlling corpses. How dare you touch the ancestral magical item … I will beat you to death, you evil disciple!"
"Didn't I just want to comprehend the patriarch's spell from this iron coffin?" the boy said, feeling wronged.
"Master, you said that we're the direct descendants of Lower Maoshan, but the Taoist priest from Tai Qing Monastery on Mount Phoenix said that we're imposters of their Maoshan spell scrolls. He even said that you don't even have an identity certificate, and that you're a fake Taoist priest. He said that we're just picking up the bones of the dead, and that we're not from Maoshan at all."
"Nonsense!" The old man was so angry that his eyes widened, and he said breathlessly, "They lost the spell passed down by Patriarch Duke Jiu and let those people from Nanjing's Skyward Palace take it away, and now they blame us for being the direct descendants and chased us out of Shangqing Palace. Originally, Maoshan's forte was the Yin God Corpse Dispelling Spell, but now they're saying that those of us who still adhere to our patriarch's teachings are crooked! How dare you! "
"Even if I, Shigong, die, I want to see the day when we descend from Mount Mao, retrieve our ancestral master's magic, and drive the Elite Metal Zombie into Shangqing Palace!"
When the young man heard this, he said angrily, "If Ancestral Master Duke Jiu can comprehend spells from Great Monarch Yan's corporeal body coffin, why can't we?" He said excitedly, "When we comprehend the Thirteen Techniques of the Corpse Path from the treasures left behind by our founding master, we will be able to recreate the grand occasion when we descended from Mount Mao and ruled the three provinces in the southeast! If we still care about our ancestors' rules, when the people from the Shangqing Palace come knocking on our door, are we going to let them humiliate us? "
"The Shangqing Palace paid a visit?" The old man, Shi Shigong, was keenly aware of something and anxiously asked, "You evil disciple, what trouble did you cause this time? Why would the Shangqing Palace come knocking on our door for no reason at all? Did you tell them about the ancestral treasures? "
The young man suddenly became terrified. He stammered, "That Shangqing Palace side courtyard's Taoist priest laughed at us. In a fit of anger, I …"
In a fit of rage, Shi Shigong slapped his little disciple and roared, "You … You're a fool! We have no power and influence, and the Shangqing Palace knows about it. Do we still have the lives of master and disciple? You despise us for picking up the bones of the dead. Do you think Master will forget about you when he has a bite to eat? With this little bit of skill left behind by our founding master. Although we, master and disciple, have been despised by others, we don't have to worry about food and clothing. "
"But you, rebellious disciple, have caused a great disaster. Do you want to take my old life?"
As he said this, Shi Shigong jogged all the way and said to his disciple, "If not for you being my only unfilial disciple, and you being my poor sister's only son … I … Sigh! Quickly pack your things. Before the people from the Shangqing Palace come, let's run first. "
The little disciple was at a loss. "Uncle … No, Master! What about the ancestral treasures? "
"Back then, Grandmaster Jiu saw a comet falling to the ground at night. He entered the mountain for three days before he found this coffin. From the corpse of the immortal inside, he comprehended our corpse path's magic … This coffin is entirely made of Grand White Adamantine and weighs more than eighteen thousand jin. Grandmaster Jiu spent a lot of effort to dig it out from the mountain. Now that he's in a hurry, how can he move it? Just leave it here! Later, find a hidden place and bury it here! "
"I'll come back to look for it in the future … Anyway, I can't let it fall into the hands of those traitors."
Inside the 'coffin', Wang Chen slowly opened his eyes and let out a deep breath. Is it a TV series outside? And it's a stereo surround sound system. How generous! He had heard that some funeral businesses had developed refrigerated coffins and internet-connected coffins to meet the needs of various customers after death. There was a joke that went like this: Even if I die, I'll use my withered throat to shout, "Cell phone, charge, connect wifi."
Who would have thought that there would really be such a service inside a coffin!
Wang Chen opened his eyes and saw a Taoist child with a Taoist bun on the glass plate less than thirty centimeters from his chest. The child widened his eyes and looked at him in horror. Before he could praise the high-end atmosphere of the coffin and its built-in 3D screen, he saw the Taoist child scream.
"Master, the Grand Heavenly Venerate's corpse has come back to life!"
Wang Chen found it funny when he saw the little Taoist child's face covered in tears and snot. He reached out and pushed the screen in front of him. Suddenly, a gap the size of three fingers slid open. The little Taoist child quickly held the 'coffin' against it and shouted.
"The corpse has come back to life! Oh my god! The Great Heavenly Venerable Wei Sheng's coffin can't hold on any longer! "
"Brat! Why are you so flustered?! " Shi Shigong rushed in from the front hall angrily. Just as he was about to scold his little disciple, he saw the Heavenly Venerable's dharma body inside the ancestral treasure push open the crystal lid on the surface of the iron coffin and sit up.
Shi Shigong's eyes rolled back and he was about to pass out.
The little disciple quickly ran over and pinched his master's philtrum. He cried, "Master, you can't die … What am I going to do if you die? In our Mao Mountain, even Ancestral Master Jiu, we only managed to cultivate a flying yaksha. Now, even the god we worship has come back to life. What can I do, disciple? Master … "
Wang Chen didn't know if he should disturb the master and disciple when he saw the little Taoist child crying his heart out. He looked back and realized why the master and disciple called him the Chinese Great Heavenly Venerable of Salvation! On the lid of the iron coffin were the words — Chinese Multiverse Dimensional Republic, Salvation Army Rescue Warehouse.
Although it was written in simplified Chinese, the two people in front of him were dressed in ancient Chinese attire and spoke in a familiar dialect. They should be able to understand the words.
"Ahem!" Wang Chen coughed twice and said, "Sorry to disturb you. May I know what dynasty it is now? "
"Don't eat me!" The little disciple wailed and collapsed on Shi Shigong's body. Shi Shigong's philtrum was pinched so hard by the ground that he woke up from the pain. When he heard the Great Heavenly Venerable who had come back to life speak the human language, and it was even in the capital's accent, he wasn't that afraid anymore! If he could speak the human language, he wouldn't be a zombie. If he wasn't a zombie, the master and disciple could still live.
He cupped his hands to Wang Chen tremblingly and said, "Great Heavenly Venerable, this is the Great Ming Dynasty …"
Wang Chen's eyes lit up when he heard the words "Great Ming Dynasty" … Did I … time-travel?
But looking at the "iron coffin" under him, the shape of the warehouse didn't seem too sci-fi. But from what the master and disciple said, it seemed that he had been sleeping in the warehouse for a long time. This kind of technology tree, the hibernation chamber, was not something that he, who was born in the first half of the 21st century and encountered a major disaster, could use.
And what the hell was this Chinese Multiverse Dimensional Republic?
What was the Salvation Army? Another name for the People's Liberation Army?
I time-travel in a warehouse … It's a bit unconventional! And what kind of Taoist magic could that Ancestral Master Jiu learn from the warehouse?!
"Zhu Yuanzhang's Great Ming Dynasty!" In case there was another Great Ming Dynasty in the other world, Wang Chen specially asked, "What era is it now?"
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