Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 705

The two looked at the wooden house in silence.

“Are you in there?” the leader asked softly.

Luo Jiutian tightened his lips and nodded.

“Otherwise, I will put a spell to explore…”

“No,” Luo Jiutian lifted the Taoist leader on his back, “Let’s go straight.”

“Wait, nine days, you let me down.”

“Can you?” Luo Jiutian asked, turning his face to the side.

“My strength has recovered a bit, which is really inconvenient.”

Luo Jiutian put the Daoist down, and the Daoist tried hard to support his legs, barely able to move slowly.

Dao Master looked at his trembling legs and feet, after a while, he raised his head and said confidently, “Let’s go.”

The two stepped across the wet soil, stepped on weeds and dry vines, and supported each other, and came to the front of the wooden house.

It was dark in the wooden house, the door was closed, and there was no movement inside.

Luo Jiutian took a look at Dao.

“Otherwise…”

“No, let’s go in together,” the Taoist chief guessed what Luo Jiutian wanted to say, and rebuffed, “No matter what, two people are safer.”

“……okay then.”

The two got to the window first.

“Is that a coffin?”

The glass on the window only left fragments on the edge. Through the empty window, the two saw the coffin placed in the center of the wooden house at a glance.

“That’s right,” Daochang stretched his hand on the window frame, and the thick dust immediately rose, “And it has been here for a long time.”

Luo Jiutian’s brows clenched, and suddenly felt that it was not easy.

“How can there be a coffin?”

“Is your Panlong Pond in it?”

“The problem is here,” Luo Jiutian pointed to the room, “I feel Panlong Pond is inside the coffin, but you see, the dust around the coffin is so thick that no one should have been here.”

“No one has been here,” the Taoist chief corrected Luo Jiutian’s words, “In this case, let’s go in.”

Luo Jiutian carefully opened the wooden door. The connection between the wooden door and the door frame had been rusted to death, making an unpleasant sound.

The choking dust flew up in front of the two of them.

“This…this door is really difficult to open.” Luo Jiutian fiddled with the door.

“Just remove it.” The Taoist suggested.

“Is this okay?”

“Nothing is impossible, remove it.”

The rusty metal joints were already fragile. Luo Jiutian went three times and divided five by two. He only heard a bang, and the wooden door covered with moss was thrown aside.

In the billowing dust, the coffin waited for them quietly.

The two approached step by step.

Luo Jiutian stretched out his hand and pushed on the closed coffin lid. With a creak, the coffin lid moved to the right.

“careful.”

“Um.”

The lid of the coffin gradually opened.

The light spilled into this corner where the sun had not been seen for a long time.

The things inside    come into view.

The two are not surprised.

There is even a feeling of “it really is so”.

“Is he okay?”

“Still alive,” Luo Jiutian said lightly, “The breath is normal.”

Lying in the coffin was Zhang Boyin who was unconscious. Panlongchi was held in his hand and floated up and down steadily following his breathing.

The gloss is flowing, the breath remains the same, it is his living Panlong Pond.

Luo Jiutian stretched out his hand and tested it on the Panlong Pond with only his fingertips.

“His consciousness is still in it,” Luo Jiutian said, “It’s okay, okay.”

“Can you take it out?” The Taoist leader said while observing the surrounding movement.

“It looks like…” Luo Jiutian directly stretched out his hands and grabbed the edge of the Panlong Pond, “but… strange, he caught it hard.”

“Take Zhang Boyin out together.”

Luo Jiutian accepted his opinion, grabbed Zhang Boyin’s wrist with his backhand and lifted it forcefully.

“Daoist!” Luo Jiutian suddenly exclaimed, “There is something below!”

The Taoist who was watching the door quickly turned his head to look.

A few white Sensen things were exposed under Zhang Boyin.

This is unexpected.

The two looked at each other in surprise.

“It’s a bone.” said in the same voice.

“Hold Zhang Boyin out first.”

Except for the Panlong Pond in his hand, the other parts of Zhang Boyin’s body were still obedient. After a while, Luo Jiutian and the Daoist chief lifted it to the ground.

In the coffin, there is also a complete human skeleton.

“What’s that?” Dao Chang pointed at the hip of the bone.

A dusty turquoise jade pendant fell from between the bones to the cushion below.

“It seems that there are words on it.”

Luo Jiutian bent over to pick it up, stretched out his hand and rubbed a few times on the blurred surface, the words on the jade pendant finally appeared.

“Lian.”

The single word, lotus.

The two said in unison, “Prophet!”

“This is the corpse of the Prophet of Longevity,” Luo Jiutian looked at the skeleton, “Why is he here?”

“Huolian brought it here?” The Taoist leader raised a possibility.

“I don’t know,” Luo Jiutian thought for a while, and put the lid back on the coffin, “I can’t control that much, let’s find someone else first… if we can find it.”

“That Bo Yin…”

“Let me carry him on my back,” Luo Jiutian gestured, “Forget it, hold it, otherwise Panlongchi will hold my back.”

After finishing reorganization, the two turned their heads together.

stunned.

The door is back.

Luo Jiutian immediately became vigilant, “What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know,” the Taoist commander stood behind him, “Our eyes have only moved away for less than a minute.”

“Is anyone here?”

“I don’t feel anyone,” the Taoist leader paced to the window and looked out the window, “No one.”

Luo Jiutian hugged Zhang Boyin and walked to the door, raised his leg and kicked the door.

Door does not move.

“Can’t open it, something is wrong.”

“Let’s walk through the window,” the chief Tao took off the coat soaked in blood and put it on the broken glass beside the window, “Nine days, let me go out first, and then you hand me Zhang Boyin.”

“Okay, are you okay, Master?”

“fine.”

Dao Chang’s body was still a little trembling, but his movements were still neat. He supported the window frame with his hands, raised his long legs, and moved his body outwards.

Plop!

Dao Chang fell on the floor of the wooden house dumbfounded, looking up at Luo Jiutian who was also dumbfounded.

“You obviously went out! Your legs are going outside!” he shouted.

“I see…” The Taoist leader got up from the ground, “It is the same trick that I used in the first place.”

“What’s the meaning?”

“The fire lotus can control the space here, just like at the very beginning, she closed us into the village where the timeline was messy,” the Taoist leaned his right hand out of the window frame, and the sunlight outside the window shone from the front. But it didn’t leave any shadow on the wall behind, “This time, she sealed us into this house.”

(End of this chapter)