General Jiuyou instinctively looked at the decorations on the copper coffin, shuddered, and sat down honestly.

"The copper coffin is not to prevent people from stealing the corpse inside, but to prevent the things inside from coming out. The Ziwu Tianji Lock and the Yin and Yang Soul Suppressing Coffin are so cruel! This is the secret of Lu Ban's art that makes people never reincarnate!"

The old Taoist Tongshen couldn't sit still for two minutes before he felt really uneasy. He simply went to the tomb passage where stones were disassembled piece by piece, and counted the Qimen Dunjia in it with his fingers.

Others were leaning against the copper coffin, sitting with their eyes fixed. It was not that they were unaware of the strangeness of the copper coffin, but that the blood, water, flesh and mud was always squirming a few feet away from the copper coffin.

After a while, Fan Cun suddenly raised his head and asked, "Have you heard the music?"

Ku Geng tilted his ears slightly and sneered: "You have evil thoughts in your heart, it is inevitable that you will hear ghost music and evil sounds..."

But the old Taoist Tongshen came over with a serious face. He held the compass and stared at the floating needle: "Although I didn't hear it, the floating needle looks a bit weird..."

General Jiuyou hurriedly came over. He first looked at the bronze mirror and then at the life lamp.

"The mirror light did not shake, and the lamp flame was very stable. Although the color of the lamp was different, with a bloody light, it should be because Xue Taisui was not far away... What is the difference?"

The old Tongshen Taoist looked strange and said: "The pointer is vibrating too rhythmically, as if someone is playing music next to it?"

There is no mistake, every song is published and every content is read one by one!

Look down and take another look.

"It's still five-tone music!"

At this moment, there was suddenly a very short sob in the underground palace, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Someone said with a cry: "I...I heard it right!"

"There seems to be crying!"

At this time, the melodious and melancholy sound of the pipa seemed to come from afar, and everyone felt shuddering.

Because of the sound of the pipa and the sound of crying, it seemed that Ku Geng was staring at the copper coffin with his eyes fixed on the copper coffin. He held his own magical weapon, the copper smoke pot, in his hand, ready to knock it down at any time.

Fan Cun shook his head: "It didn't come from the coffin."

His eyes stared in one direction, locking the source of the cry, but Kugui shrank his eyes and asked, "Why did you hear the sound that we couldn't hear first? And when you said it, we all heard it!"

Fan Cun did not answer, but stared at a paper doll Gong'e who raised her sleeves and covered her face like a dancing girl.

"Do you doubt him?" General Jiuyou said coldly: "But if it hadn't been for him just now, we would have been swallowed by the Blood Tai Sui!"

"I have no doubt." Ku Geng said calmly: "But sometimes, hearing, seeing, and knowing is also a danger in itself. It can allow some things to cross the border with the help of our perception... Moreover, it seems that Xue Taisui

I have a different kind of 'interest' in him."

General Jiuyou was speechless for a moment. With his eyesight, he could naturally see Xue Taisui's "preference" for Fan Cun.

At this time, Fan Cun was still staring at the palace maid. At this time, maybe it was the wind blowing, or maybe they disturbed the air in the underground palace, the sleeves of the paper man standing in front of him began to tremble slightly.

At first it was the trembling of the paper in the wind, and soon the trembling turned into the softness of the fabric.

The remaining stiffness and incoordination on the paper man's body turned into softness...

Gong'e slowly lowered her sleeves, revealing a pair of red eyes that were full of tears. They were full of sincere sorrow and looked more like a living person than a living person.

At this time, the paper figures began to move one after another. Some were stroking the pipa, some were playing drums, the dancing maids lowered their waists and danced their sleeves, and the musicians were playing drums and singing. A palace band gradually came to life in front of everyone.

Whoosh!

General Jiuyou held the smoke pot that Ku Guangtan had brought.

Kugen still said calmly: "I just asked him not to look at those things. Haven't you noticed? Those things are all because he came back to life!"

However, General Jiuyou glanced at him with contempt, stared at the paper figures that came to life, and whispered: "Put away your little thoughts, these things are all old things, and they come from the lower levels of the secret history. It should be noted that the tombs

I'm not afraid of evil spirits, I'm not afraid of corpses turning into corpses, I'm just afraid of old things coming to life!"

"Ghosts, zombies and even evil spirits are all alive. They have come from history. But old things are things that have been sealed in history!"

"One of the taboos of the paper mantra is that if the paper man is stored for too long, he will become psychic! The superficial reason is that he is afraid that after the paper man's eyes are decorated, he will become a climate and steal people's creation. But the real reason is because the paper man

The figure looks like a person, but it is a dead thing. So it remains in the past, but it may also 'live' into the present, and it may be forgotten in the secret history!"

"Nowadays, those psychic paper figures are stained with blood, Tai Sui and other human-created things, and they look like humans but not monsters!"

"The characteristic of the Immortal Realm is the demon!"

At this moment, the old Taoist master's thoughts flashed like lightning. With the devil's instinct, he guessed many things from General Jiuyou's words.

"Are you saying that being human but not human and coming out of history are the two major conditions for achieving the holy realm of immortality?"

The old Taoist Tongshen's eyes flashed and he suddenly asked.

General Jiuyou frowned and looked at Tongshen.

"It seems that the Holy Land of Immortality is not just as simple as transforming oneself into a monster for the sake of immortality. The method for those people's achievements is not corpse dismemberment. Therefore, the key is not immortality, but history. The Holy Land of Immortality also relies on the power of secret history.

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General Jiuyou said solemnly: "That's right, my secret burial path's path to immortality is very simple, that is, living in the 'secret history' and living in the tomb!"

"Heaven and earth are a big tomb, and the tomb is a small world."

"So, is the dusty tomb in the present or in the past?"

"Those who seek to ascend are on the wrong path! The farther they go in this world, the more false they become, and they cannot cultivate the truth in this world! Therefore, the Taoism that truly seeks to transcend is all about 'history', 'official history' and '

"Secret History". The Secret History is alive, so the older the history, the smaller the change and the more real it is closer to the source. The false monks carved a boat to seek a sword, but the real monks buried themselves in their graves and sealed them in the Secret History."

"The holy realm of living immortality is all false immortality that falls into illusion."

"The real holy realms of immortality are buried in tombs, and the present world is just their shadow! The so-called magical powers and spells are all changes of shadows. The only way to truly seek the truth is truth." General Jiuyou sighed: "So those who make clay figures

, those who sing operas, those who suppress treasures, those who practice Taoism... they can all be the shadows cast by certain people in the secret history."

The old Taoist Tongshen's eyes flashed: "So the tomb is both in the past and in the present. It allows the tomb owner to 'live' in the past! When we break in, the past and the present overlap, and the tomb owner can still take action from the past.

This tomb is just like its domain and world. It can change 'reality' with just a thought!"

"He lives in the past and cannot face us directly, but he can manipulate the ancient objects in the tomb and make the shadow reflected in the present move by changing the secret history."

"This is equivalent to an Immortal Holy Realm taking action, it's weird and unpredictable!"

"These paper figures are people who changed reality in the past and in the secret history..."

"Ghosts are building graves? It's obviously ghosts who are building graves!"

It is not the ghosts who are building the tombs, but the ghosts who are cultivating the tombs...

A flag flew out from behind General Jiuyou and broke a paper figure. In the blink of an eye, the paper figure had recovered and even looked more like a living person. The originally broken corpse was half paper and half flesh, but as the wound healed quickly,

Turned into complete flesh and blood.

General Jiuyou reminded as he watched the old Taoist master of Tongshen kneading the secrets and reciting the incantation.

"Our magic can't hurt them, so it's better to use weapons, because they are more 'real' than us!"

"reality?"

The old Taoist master of Tongshen smiled faintly, and sprayed Samadhi fire from his mouth, instantly igniting all the paper figures.

Looking at the paper dust all over the sky, General Jiuyou was horrified: "Why can your magic..."

The hard-working old farmer smiled coldly: "Because our magic is more real!"

But paper ashes were flying all over the sky, but they gathered together again. This time, the dozens of paper figures completely merged with the bloody Tai Sui on the ground, who were like dirty blood and flesh. They all attacked the hard work, spitting out smoke all over the sky.

The fire clouds fell on the paper figure, burning holes one after another.

But visible to the naked eye, the effect is getting worse!

The paper man took action and clashed with the smoke pot in Ku Geng's hand. He could only hear the hunting sound of the paper breaking through the wind. Within a few moves, Ku Geng was broken from the protective body, and a zombie-like sharp claw pointed at his heart.

Catch.

The old Taoist master of Tongshen popped up a copper coin and landed on the ground. The distance between the paper man and Ku Gu suddenly increased by three feet.

But the clothes around his heart had been torn, and even a trace of flesh had been scraped off.

"Impossible, my Baina Zenyi..."

Ku Geng lowered his head and looked at it. The Baina Zen robe taken from hundreds of Buddha cassocks was like paper. It was extremely thin. When he tore it casually, a piece of it was actually torn off like paper.

Even the scratched wound did not feel any pain, but was like a scratched piece of paper, with dozens of layers of flesh turning up from the shallow wound.

"I also turned into a paper man?"
Chapter completed!