The piece of tortoise shell was placed on the head of the coffin. The moment Nanfeng saw the tortoise shell, he took it in his hand and looked at it eagerly. The tortoise shell was hard and gray with ancient characters on it. It was exactly what he was looking for.
Fatty and Zhuge Chanjuan were not interested in the tortoise shell. They were interested in the other objects in the coffin. Since the sarcophagus was tightly sealed, the things in the coffin were relatively well preserved. In the center of the sarcophagus was the skeleton of an adult man, wearing a double-dragon method. He wears a golden crown on his head, a black silk whisk on his left hand, and a long sword on his right hand.
"Nan Feng, is he wearing a Taoist robe?" The fat man pointed at the bones in the coffin.
Nanfeng nodded, "Yes, this is the double dragon robe. Usually only the headmaster or the headmaster's disciples are qualified to wear it."
The fat man solved his doubts, took out the whisk from the coffin, flicked it, and dispersed it.
"It's rotten," the fat man said to himself, threw away the whisk handle and went to get the long sword again. I don't know if it was rusted over time or because he couldn't find the pin spring for drawing the sword. He pulled it out twice but couldn't pull it out.
"How old was this person when he died?" Nanfeng looked at Zhuge Chanjuan.
Zhuge Chanjuan grabbed the skull and looked at it, "More than forty years old, less than fifty."
"Can you tell something about his life?" Nanfeng asked again. The Taoist exhaled and practiced Qi. His Qi was pure and his body was pure. He usually lived a long life. Since this person was wearing a double dragon robe, he at least had purple Qi cultivation and was less than five years old. It's unreasonable to lie down at ten.
Zhuge Chanjuan first looked at the teeth and said, "The diet is very careful and the tooth wear is not very serious."
After saying this, he looked at the left and right phalanges again, "This person probably rarely worked during his lifetime."
Looking at the sternum and vertebrae, "the meditation time is longer."
Finally, he picked up the skull and examined it, "This person is a Han Chinese."
"It's a pity that you don't do Qihuang." Nanfeng was convinced. As the saying goes, Zhuge Chanjuan specializes in Qihuang and knows both bones and organs very well.
"Now you know I'm useful." Zhuge Chanjuan did not hide her pride.
Nanfeng glanced at Zhuge Chanjuan, then turned his attention to the sarcophagus again, looking for things that should exist in it, such as the seals, and Taoist priests should have the seals.
The fat man couldn't pull out the long sword, so he put it aside, turned around and walked towards the west area.
Zhuge Chanjuan walked to the sarcophagus on the right side and picked up the various jewelry in the coffin to look at it carefully. She was similar to Fatty but different. They both took the burial objects, but Fatty picked out the valuable ones, while she only took the ones she liked. , but her taste is really not high, and she usually likes colorful things.
"Wow, there is also wine, can I drink this wine?" the fat man shouted from the west.
Nanfeng and Zhuge Chanjuan were both busy, and no one answered.
"Zhuge, come here and see if you can still drink this wine?" the fat man shouted again.
Zhuge Chanjuan took a red bracelet, looked at it, and walked towards the fat man.
"Can I drink it?" the fat man asked.
"No one can die." Zhuge Chanjuan said casually.
"What do you mean you can't die?" the fat man asked.
"It will hurt your stomach." Zhuge Chanjuan said.
While the two were talking, Nanfeng carefully searched the sarcophagus in the middle. Except for a few pieces of jade without words, there was no seal.
"Why don't you see the seal?" Nan Feng frowned slightly.
Fatty and Zhuge Chanjuan were busy looking for novel artifacts and had no time to answer the conversation.
It is better to ask for help than to ask for yourself. After a short period of thinking, Nanfeng thought of the answer. To be precise, he thought of a reasonable explanation. In the Zhou Dynasty, the three sects only had the prototype of the three religions, and the heaven and the underworld had not yet taken shape at that time. Taoist practices may not require sacrifices. In Heaven, there is no need for the Dharma Seal.
Wanting to understand the reason, Nanfeng casually took the long sword that Fatty had tried to pull away before. After taking it, he found that the long sword looked ordinary but was very heavy, weighing at least fifty or sixty pounds.
The long sword has a scabbard, which is dark red in color and looks like gold but not gold. It looks like stone but not stone. After looking carefully, I finally determined the material of the scabbard based on its lines. This scabbard is actually made of cinnabar.
Common cinnabar is mostly powder with bright red color, which is the result of processing and rolling after mining. In fact, the real raw cinnabar ore is dark red, mostly in small pieces, and rarely so complete.
Cinnabar is a purely yang thing. There are two possibilities for using it as a scabbard. One is that it can be used to exorcise evil spirits and shock ghosts. The other possibility is that the long sword itself is a yin evil weapon and needs to be wrapped and suppressed with cinnabar.
With the mentality of doing more than doing less, Nanfeng did not try to pull out the long sword, but took it in his hand and walked out of the cave.
"What are you doing?" the fat man asked.
"Help you get the hammer back." Nanfeng said casually.
By the time he brought Fatty's hammers out from under the stone wall, Fatty and Zhuge Chanjuan had already sat down against the coffin. They had not slept well in the previous two nights and both of them were tired.
Nanfeng threw the hammer to the fat man and walked towards the two of them.
"Have you seen the way?" The fat man pointed at the long sword in Nan Feng's hand.
Nanfeng shook his head, "This long sword is a little weird. The scabbard is actually cinnabar."
The two of them were not interested in this. The fat man took out the dry food and handed it to Zhuge Chanjuan. Zhuge Chanjuan was looking at the jewelry and waved her hand without taking it.
"Have you ever thought about it?" Nanfeng sat down next to Zhuge Chanjuan.
"What?" Zhuge Chanjuan asked.
"Earth Immortals decompose corpses and become immortals, while Celestial Immortals ascend physically. No matter what the situation is, no bones will be left behind. The existence of bones here means that the people who lived here did not have a glimpse of the great road." Nanfeng said.
"Are you implying that Gao Pingsheng was not this Taoist in his previous life?" Zhuge Chanjuan asked.
"You can't say that," Nanfeng pointed back at the sarcophagus behind the three of them. "Maybe he was this Taoist in his previous life, but he may not be an immortal."
After saying that, Nanfeng explained, "The immortals who come to the world can only have a little spiritual light in their hearts, but they should not have complete spiritual consciousness. There are two possibilities at the moment. One is..."
"Start counting again." The fat man looked at the items he had collected.
Nanfeng ignored him and continued, "The first possibility is that Gao Pingsheng was an immortal who came to the world, but he was not this Taoist in his previous life. The second possibility is that Gao Pingsheng was this Taoist in his previous life, but he was not an immortal who came to the world."
This question was a bit complicated. Fatty didn't listen carefully and didn't understand it, but Zhuge Chanjuan understood it. "Which one do you think is more likely?"
Nanfeng didn't say anything. There were two possibilities, and it was hard to say which one was more likely.
Seeing that he was silent, Zhuge Chanjuan said, "Gao Pingsheng is very familiar with this place, and he can still find it accurately after thousands of years, which shows that he probably lived here in his previous life."
"Do you think the second possibility is more likely?" Nanfeng asked.
"Yes," Zhuge Chanjuan nodded slowly, "It's just your guess that he is an immortal. I think he was this Taoist in his previous life, but he did not ascend."
Nanfeng shook his head, "You are not a member of the Taoist sect and do not understand the laws of heaven and earth. If he were not an immortal, his spiritual consciousness would not have been preserved to this day, and he would have been reincarnated long ago."
"I told you two to stop guessing," the fat man interjected, "We've already got the stuff, and we're not afraid of offending him. We can just hold it and question it."
"You're sleepy, just take a nap for a while." Nanfeng waved his hand.
"I'm not sleepy." The fat man shook his head.
"You're sleepy. Go to sleep. We'll wake you up when we hit the road." Nanfeng said again.
Zhuge Chanjuan collected her thoughts and said, "This Taoist was addicted to wine and sex, and he must have killed two young women before he died. This shows that this person is not very moral, and such a person can be ranked among the immortals." ?”
"It's hard to say. The heaven was first established during the Zhou Dynasty. I'm afraid the heaven's rules are not very perfect." Nanfeng took a water jug and drank water.
The fat man couldn't help but interrupt again, "I don't understand why you two are so interested in that nerd. What we want is Turtle Shell. Does it matter who he is?"
Nanfeng explained patiently, "If this person was this Taoist in his previous life, he not only knows the contents of this tortoise shell, but may also know the locations of other Taoists during their lives. If he is our enemy, we must get rid of him. If It’s a friend…”
"This guy is not a good guy. He can't be with Big Eyes." The fat man interrupted Nanfeng.
Nanfeng didn't answer. Fatty's statement was one-sided. There is actually no clear boundary between good people and bad people. Human nature is complex. Good people don't necessarily do bad things, and bad people don't necessarily do good things. In addition, there are sometimes differences between good people and bad people. It depends on where you look at it, and you can’t just attack one thing at a time.
Although Nanfeng disagreed with Fatty's statement, Fatty's words reminded him, "Do you still remember the haunted house we met in Yulin Mountain on the way to Qilin Town the year before last?"
"Of course I remember, there are three female ghosts there." The fat man replied. Back then, the two men stole eight golden bodies and wanted to go to Youzhou to find the tiger-skinned cicada. On the way, they encountered a haunted house. They were timid and set fire to the house to show their courage. They were caught by two young female ghosts and handed over to another female ghost. When asked about the crime, the two of them had poor cultivation at that time. In order to resist the enemy, they took off their pants and peed, which was not embarrassing.
"Those two young men are indeed female ghosts, but the middle-aged woman is not a ghost." Nanfeng said. Back then, he used the magic seal of Linglianzi to attack the woman. Not only was the latter not afraid, but she even Knowing that Linglianzi is dead.
"Even if it's not a ghost, it's not a good thing." The fat man said. At that time, the two were captured and the woman was doing the evil thing. Both of them saw it with their own eyes.
"Listen to me and don't interrupt," Nanfeng said, "This person comes from the underworld but is not afraid of the seal. He must be a member of the underworld. I asked the two maids afterwards, and according to them, the woman was I was ordered to garrison there. I have never asked how long the three of them have been garrisoned in Yulin Mountain, but based on their words and deeds, it is not difficult to find that they have been in the sun for a long time."
"What do they have to do with this Taoist priest... OK, OK, go on."
Nanfeng continued, "If Gao Pingsheng's previous life was really this Taoist, then he was not an immortal. After death, he could only be a ghost. Ghosts naturally live in the underworld, but after all, this person is not an ordinary ghost. He may have an official position in the underworld. It is possible to live in the underworld for a long time. In addition, this person was reincarnated in the same year as Big Eyes, so I suspect that Gao Pingsheng and the woman in Yulin Mountain are in the same situation, and they were both assigned to return Yang to do a certain thing."
"These two are not good birds, and they definitely won't be with Big Eyes. Don't worry about it, just kill them." The fat man said.
"How do you know they are not assigned by Big Eyes?" Nanfeng shook his head helplessly, "Fortunately you are not employed in Dali Temple."
"What do you mean?" The fat man was not stupid, and he could hear Nan Feng being sarcastic.
Nan Feng ignored him.
Zhuge Chanjuan didn't understand everything the two said, so she asked in confusion, "Which one has the big eyes?"
The fat man showed up to repay the news, pointed at the south wind and shouted, "His old sweetheart..."