Chapter 872 Wujin Stone

Liu Erguang took the people back, leaving only a few tools.

Tianlei and I helped Wuwen in the mud, and Wuwen's voice became more and more determined.

"The stench is getting more and more obvious."

At least three meters of the paddy field were dug out, and the shovel suddenly made a crashing sound.

Tianlei turned to look at me: "I dug something hard."

The three of us immediately quickened our speed, and within a few clicks, a blue-black stone slab appeared in the mud.

Tianlei threw the shovel away, knelt on the stone slab and knocked hard several times.

"What is this? Treasure?"

I took off my coat and wiped the slate carefully, finally revealing its original appearance.

Painted on it is a pattern called Taotie pattern, which can be traced back to the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

At first, this thing was just an accessory for nobles, but later it gradually appeared in funerals.

Could it be that we really dug a grave?

Wuwen reached out and touched it, muttering: "It doesn't look like metal."

"Boppers and irons will rust. This place is buried deep and paddy fields are planted on it. It shouldn't be so clean."

I looked sideways and saw a black matte reflection on it, and there were honeycomb-shaped holes on it.

I think I know what material this is.

As I picked up the shovel, I shouted, "Get out of the way."

"Ding!"

I picked up the shovel and slammed it forward. The head of the shovel immediately turned into a C shape, leaving only a white mark on the black board.

I rubbed the marks carefully and found something like gold powder inside.

I guessed it right!

"It's a stone."

Tianlei looked at me suspiciously: "The stone has been soaked for so long. The structure inside must have become loose. How can it still be so strong?"

"It's the Wujin Stone."

I pointed my hand to the ground and explained: "This thing is also called gold-plated stone. It likes a humid environment. The wetter it is, the stronger it is."

Turning around, I looked at Tian Lei and Wu Wen: "Wujin Stone, Taotie Pattern, what did you two think of?"

Tian Lei chuckled and waved his hand quickly: "Don't ask me, I don't understand this."

Wuwen thought for a long time: "Evil corpse."

"Why?"

"Ugum traps evil corpses, and gluttony swallows up hundreds of disasters. This is what the burial scriptures say."

Wuwen lowered his eyes and looked at the Wujin Stone: "The things inside must have made trouble before, and were later suppressed by the masters."

At first, I just thought Wuwen knew the rules, so I wanted to take him with me.

Several things happened one after another, which made me admire him more and more.

"Tianlei and I will help each other and lift up the coffin first."

Turning around, I looked at Wuwen and said, "Contact your family and send some manpower."

"Let's do it now."

Wuwen turned around and made a call while Tianlei and I cleaned up the mud around us.

Ten minutes later, a coffin larger than a double bed appeared in front of me.

Wuwen stepped forward and said, "Our people will be here soon."

"You two are watching here."

Turning around, I found Liu Erguang again and called all the people in the village who were born in the year of tiger and dragon.

The Taoist priest arrived very quickly. Ten minutes later, everyone had arrived. Including the villagers of Wangzhuang, there were at least forty or fifty people standing at the scene.

The Taoist priest who led the team was really from Hui'an. He stood out in the crowd with his fat body.

I walked up to him in a few steps and said, "Can your ghost control techniques be used during the day?"

A look of disdain appeared on Hui'an's face: "How about you guys are amateurs?"

"It is said that the Qingwei sect practices the art of controlling ghosts, but the one we hired is not a ghost at all! It's Da Luo."

Damn it.

Da Luo is the first of the eight great protectors of Taoism, and his status is second only to the thirty-six meritorious officials.

I asked with some doubt: "Did you invite the real person?"

"T-That's definitely not the case."

Hui'an cleared his throat with some embarrassment: "It's the incense chanting in the temple."

Gee, I overestimated.

The memory of incense is a trace of divine power left in the temple by the righteous god, not even a clone.

But it should be enough to deal with an ordinary brat.