area51novel Chapter 4, This Taoist Priest Knows How to Cultivate Immortality [New book, please read!]
Chapter 4, This Taoist Priest Knows How to Cultivate Immortality [New book, please read!]
Pang Bo turned his head.
In the darkness, he couldn't see Su Ye's face clearly, only the outline of her Taoist robe.
The man leaned against the coffin wall, motionless.
Around me were classmates huddled together for warmth, some were sobbing softly, and others were desperately trying to find even a single bar of signal on their phones.
Only the Taoist priest remained quietly in the corner, as if separated from everyone else by a pane of glass.
Pang Bo swallowed hard.
"This person... is not simple."
He turned his head and met Ye Fan's eyes.
"Let's not offend him, but let's not get too close either, lest we find out his true colors."
Ye Fan nodded.
"Just watch."
The two said nothing more.
The coffin traveled through the void, and occasionally a muffled thud came from the bronze coffin walls.
At that moment, someone used the dim light from their mobile phone to explore everything inside the museum and was surprised to discover a mysterious object.
When they finally saw the object in front of them clearly, many people gasped in shock.
"A coffin within a coffin—it's another bronze coffin!"
In the very center sat another bronze coffin, less than four meters long and less than two meters wide.
Ancient and somber, engraved with ancient images, covered in verdigris, and etched with the marks of time, it inspires a chill and awe.
"It's not a coffin within a coffin; this is the real coffin, the container for holding the corpse."
"The outer bronze coffin is called the outer coffin, which is a nested coffin. The two together are called the coffin and outer coffin."
Ye Fan explained to the few people who didn't quite understand the meaning of the coffin.
Upon hearing that the coffin within a coffin ahead was the actual container for the corpse, many people immediately retreated, terrified.
Who was buried in this mysterious bronze coffin?
The crowd felt a mixture of surprise, doubt, and fear.
All the archaeological secrets and ancient tombs I had heard about before were utterly insignificant compared to this bronze coffin before me.
Has anyone ever seen a bronze coffin that is twenty meters long?
Has anyone ever seen a mysterious giant coffin that fell from the sky?
Has anyone ever seen nine dragon corpses pulling a coffin?
It makes one wonder if the body inside is actually a person; it's simply unimaginable what might be buried inside the coffin.
The World Tree seed in Su Ye's Bitter Sea was still spinning quietly, its golden light swirling in and out, neither hurried nor slow.
almost.
Yingluoguxing.
Ancestor of crocodiles.
Great Thunder Temple.
Five-colored altar.
He mentally went through the sequence of events that would happen next.
In the original story, the person in the coffin lay in darkness for an unknown amount of time before being greeted by tremors and light.
Nothing happened during this time; there was only fear and waiting.
Then wait.
Su Ye closed her eyes again.
Lin Jia lay on her side among a group of girls, but her gaze was always fixed on Su Ye.
Zhou Yi sat on the outermost edge of the crowd, his gaze always fixed on the direction of the coffin door.
And in the darkness outside the coffin, something awaits them.
After Lin Jia settled the girls who were crying loudly, the coffin finally became quieter.
She crouched down in the middle of the crowd, placed her hand on the shoulder of a girl who was still sobbing, and patted her gently.
After patting it a few times, she raised her head and looked into the depths of the coffin.
Su Ye leaned against the wall, her face expressionless, as if she were asleep.
Lin Jia stood up.
She walked slowly, and people around her began to notice the direction she was heading.
Some people stopped talking, and others followed her gaze.
She stopped two steps away from Su Ye.
I didn't dare go any further.
"Taoist Master..."
The sound wasn't loud, but the coffin was very quiet, and all the students around could hear it.
"You have that kind of power... could you lead us away from here?"
Su Ye opened her eyes.
The moment their eyes met, Lin Jia unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.
She couldn't quite describe the feeling; it wasn't fear, but a sense of trepidation.
Those eyes were so calm, so calm, unlike someone trapped in a coffin.
"Su's abilities are limited."
Six words, neither too heavy nor too light.
After saying that, he closed his eyes again and leaned back against the coffin wall.
Lin Jia opened her mouth.
His lips moved, but he swallowed the words back.
She stood there, silent for a few seconds, then turned and walked back into the group of girls.
But her words, "The Taoist priest has that kind of power," have already taken root in the coffin.
After a brief silence, a boy wearing glasses leaned close to another person's ear and whispered something.
"A stone? How big?"
"Such a large rock fell from the top of the cliff and hit him. He turned around and punched it, and the rock turned to dust."
"Just like Superman," someone next to him corrected.
"I saw golden light on his fist," a third voice added, "like...golden light coming from his fist."
"Does it glow?"
"Really?"
"I saw it with my own eyes; I thought I was dreaming."
The words took on a different meaning after circulating among the twenty-odd people twice.
Some people say, "This Taoist priest knows martial arts."
Some say, "He is an immortal who cultivates immortality."
Another girl whispered to the person next to her.
She saw Su Ye look up at the sky before the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin appeared. "He knew all along that the nine dragons were coming."
Zhang Ziling squeezed through.
Among Ye Fan's classmates, he was considered the boldest, quick-tongued, and always the first to speak up.
He walked past the two classmates who were squatting on the ground and plopped down next to Su Ye, so close they were almost touching.
"Master, if you really have the ability, please help us."
Su Ye did not open her eyes.
"Yes, Taoist priest, if you can break stones, you can surely open this coffin, right?"
Two more boys gathered around, and since they couldn't squat down, they stood up bent over, chattering amongst themselves.
"Is there a monster? Are you here to exorcise it?"
"Is this coffin sealing away some kind of monster?"
"Master, please say something."
Su Ye ignored them.
They didn't even move their eyelids.
The people who gathered around looked at each other.
Zhang Ziling scratched the back of his head and awkwardly took half a step back.
The other two boys who were standing waited for a while before stepping aside.
Someone muttered under their breath, "Quite the airs," and turned back to their original spot.
The crowd dispersed again.
But that "hope" did not dissipate.
More than twenty pairs of eyes would occasionally glance into the depths of the coffin, filled with both expectation and dissatisfaction.
Lin Jia sat among the girls, her head down as she scrolled through her phone. The signal remained zero, and she didn't say anything more.
……
The two people in the corner didn't move.
Liu Yunzhi leaned against the coffin wall, one leg bent, his arm resting on his knee.
His gaze passed through the crowd and landed on Su Ye.
"An immortal?"
Li Changqing kept his voice very low, but the disdain at the corners of his mouth was very obvious.
"If they're so amazing, why are they locked up here like us?"
"If you're so capable, open the coffin and fly out!"
Liu Yunzhi did not respond.
"Maybe it's just a charade..."
Li Changqing continued to mutter under his breath, "These days, all sorts of monsters and demons can pretend to be experts."
Liu Yunzhi's lips twitched slightly.
"It's just a gimmick."
His voice was very soft, so soft that only Li Changqing could hear it.
"Just kidding those idiots."
After a pause, Liu Yunzhi added, his tone more somber than before: "However, this person is close to Ye Fan."
Li Changqing glanced at him and asked, "You mean...?"
Be careful.
Liu Yunzhi did not continue.
He shifted his gaze from Su Ye to the other end of the coffin.
Ye Fan and Pang Bo were squatting in the corner, shoulder to shoulder, whispering something.
He stared at it for a few seconds, then looked away and leaned back against the coffin wall.
……