Chen Mo pushed open the main door of the bamboo house alone, and heard several continuous "squeaks". The door shaft and the door frame rubbed against each other, making a harsh sound. Pieces of dust fell from the top of the door and hit the ground, making the house filled with dust. , vision is unclear.
Chen Mo frowned, waved his sleeves and robe to suppress the musty smell that hit his face, and stepped cautiously into the house.
The furnishings of the bamboo house are very simple. The most intuitive thing he saw when he entered the door was a blocked portrait. Under it was a mahogany Eight Immortals table, with a bamboo and cane-backed chair on the left and right sides. There was also a table on the table. The style of tea cups made thousands of years ago is completely different from those made today.
Chen Mo looked around. There were only two halls here. On the east side was an empty room. When he saw the west side, Chen Mo's eyes narrowed and he seemed very surprised.
It was a gray-black coffin, which was placed quietly in the west side of the room. Before he walked over, Chen Mo could already feel the cold and biting breath. Just from the material it was made of, he made a visual estimate. Chen Mo guessed that it was worth tens of thousands of spiritual stones.
"Brother Chen, how are you? Is there anything?" Lin Yuqin stood at the door, slowly turned around and whispered to Chen Mo in the room.
"Shh, it's okay for now..."
The bamboo forest in the distance was still making the sound of the wind blowing. Chen Mo stepped forward and shook the teapot. Not even the water was empty. He then looked up at the covered portrait with strong curiosity. His heart drove him to take off the covering and take a closer look.
Chen Mo flicked his fingers, and two swift spiritual blades hit the fulcrum where the black cloth was hanging. The black cloth immediately fell down, revealing the true face of Mount Lu in the portrait in front of him.
A phoenix silhouette as white as a waterfall hovers and soars in the sky above the portrait. The golden light that falls is just reflected on the fluttering red silk and satin of the woman's skirt. The beauty of heaven and earth is like this, with a long eyebrow and a pair of beautiful eyes. Staring into the distance like autumn water.
The figure of this woman disappears and appears like a light cloud enveloping the moon, floating and erratic like the returning wind and swirling snow. The shoulders are as narrow as cut, the waist is as thin as a bundle, and the beautiful neck reveals fair skin. Neither grease nor powder was applied, her bun was as high as a cloud, her red lips were bright and moist, and the three-petaled lotus between her brows was decorated with the blood-colored light and shadow, which made her look extraordinarily otherworldly.
Chen Mo is also an expert in ink painting, but after seeing this painting, his heart was suddenly shocked. The coordination between the colors and the background was natural. Without hundreds of years of experience and experience, he would not be able to show the woman's peerless elegance at all. But this man did it perfectly.
But except for the lifelike woman in the portrait. There was nothing special about it. After Chen Mo admired it in his heart, he turned around, holding the white deer umbrella in his hand, and walked warily towards the coffin room on the west side.
The closer he got, the more Chen Mo could feel the coldness coming from the coffin, "Maybe there will be a dead body lying inside..." Chen Mo thought to himself, as to what magic weapons and elixirs there would be in the coffin. , he has never considered, how could normal people put these two types of things here?
Chen Mo stood in front of the coffin and took a deep breath. He slowly pushed the coffin lid, but there was no abnormal sound. He stopped and looked forward. What was placed inside was actually a piece of women's clothing. Judging from the material, It also looks like it was a long time ago.
"Wow..."
Chen Mo directly pushed the coffin lid open. As he had seen before, this was a tomb. Maybe there was some reason why he didn't have time to bury it.
"Oh? What is this?"
Chen Mo looked at the back of the coffin lid in surprise. Seven murals were carved on it. He quickly moved over and examined it carefully.
The pattern in the first picture is of four little people with only a few strokes. It can be seen that two of them are husband and wife holding hands and bidding farewell to their children. The smaller child is with the other little person. Gradually went away.
Chen Mo turned to look at the second painting. I don't know how many years have passed. The child who was taken away grew up and was imprisoned in a cave. There were countless others imprisoned with him. The little figures...
"How is this going?"
Chen Mo noticed something was wrong. His scalp began to tingle and his neck became stiff. He turned to the third picture, which was a picture of a child kneeling to an old man. There was also a woman about the same age as the child standing next to him.
The fourth painting shows a child kneeling to a cloud with other little people. Then, the fifth painting depicts a child and a woman entering a valley somewhere!
Chen Mo was so frightened that his hair stood on end. This was clearly a reflection of himself over the past few decades! No one cares about this place. Could it be that someone had planned everything thousands of years ago and knew that he and Lin Yuqin would come here! !
Chen Mo looked back and saw that the surroundings were still quiet. He suppressed his violently beating heart and looked at the sixth and last picture.
The story on the coffin lid has changed here. The remaining two pictures correspond to different results. The sixth picture shows the child being framed by the female companion, and the head and body are completely separated. The woman floated away with many treasures.
In the seventh painting, the child strikes first, killing the woman in front of the bamboo house, and leaves here with countless treasures.
"Does this mean I have to choose by myself?!"
Chen Mo swallowed hard. He had quietly tested Lin Yuqin at least twice, but the other party didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Could it be that she really saw the Three Color Xuantian Lotus and wanted to take her life? !
The predictions engraved on the coffin lid are extremely accurate. The first few patterns perfectly correspond to his life experience. I guess the last two patterns can't be wrong either!
"Brother Chen, what are you doing?"
At this moment, a sudden greeting came from not far behind him. Chen Mo looked back and saw that Lin Yuqin had entered the house. He glanced at Chen Mo on the west side and said doubtfully.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just stay there and don't move. I'll be there right away."
Chen Mo's expression returned to normal in an instant, and he immediately left the coffin and walked to Lin Yuqin's side. Suddenly, when she was unprepared, he slashed her neck with a knife and knocked her unconscious. He carried Lin Yuqin out of the bamboo house and restrained her. After gaining cultivation, she was tied to a thick bamboo.
He didn't want to kill Lin Yuqin directly as described on the coffin, but planned to ask clearly.
Within a moment of burning incense, Lin Yuqin slowly woke up. When she saw the rope on her body, she still didn't understand what had happened. She gritted her teeth and said, "Brother Chen! What are you going to do?"
Chen Mo did not speak, but kept stroking the long sword in his hand, which made Lin Yuqin curse loudly: "You bastard! I really made a mistake! Could it be that you want to kill me so that you can take this place to yourself?" Thousand-year-old herb!!"
"You want to take it all to yourself!" Chen Mo glanced at her with a gloomy face, and immediately took out the three-color Xuantian Lotus in the jade box: "What is the name of this spiritual thing? I think you should know why you and Chen playing dumb!!"
"It's Xuantianlian..."
Lin Yuqin resisted the tears in her eyes and said aggrievedly: "Of course I know this is Xuantian Lotus! It can enhance the monk's spiritual consciousness, but I have no hope of getting it! I know you are familiar with various medicinal herbs. I have no intention of fighting with you, so I just pretended not to notice and ignored it. Will I end up being silenced if I do this?"
The more Lin Yuqin spoke, the more she became choked with sobs. Finally, she said intermittently: "Chen Mo! I curse you...you will not die!! You despicable person..."
When Chen Mo heard this, he still had a vigilant look on his face, but he was shocked in his heart. To be fair, Lin Yuqin had no intention of harming him from beginning to end, but was counterattacked by him.
Is the pattern engraved on the coffin lid wrong?
With a thought in his mind, Chen Mo turned around and returned to the bamboo house. Seeing that the seven paintings were still engraved on the coffin lid, he directly picked up the coffin boards and returned to the bamboo forest, showing it to Lin Yuqin: "I, Chen Mo, have lived a good life." If you do it straight, even if I kill you, I will give you a reason. See for yourself what this is!"
"Kill if you want!! Who are you showing a broken coffin board!!" Lin Yuqin just glanced at it and shouted again. Because her spiritual power was restrained, she could only spit at Chen Mo. Every opportunity to resist was exhausted.
When Chen Mo heard her words, he suddenly became confused. He leaned forward and took a look. Under the light of the bamboo forest, there was nothing on the back of the coffin lid, and it was completely black.
"Oops! I've been hit by the ecstasy!"
Chen Mo's expression suddenly changed. He picked up the coffin board and returned to the bamboo house. The seven portraits were revealed on it again. After Chen Mo separated the coffin lid from the main body by a certain distance, the portraits on it slowly disappeared.
Chen Mo yelled angrily: "What an insidious thing!! It actually used the imagination in my heart to destroy my Taoist heart! It almost caught its trick!"
It is conceivable that if Chen Mo really couldn't help but kill Lin Yuqin with one blow, it would cause a huge flaw in his state of mind when he broke through. It would be possible for him to suffer a regression in his cultivation, or to die on the spot in the worst case.
The unparalleled and elegant woman was still looking down at everything in the bamboo house, but Chen Mo felt that it was too gloomy and did not dare to touch the strange coffin. He ran out dejectedly. When he saw Lin Yuqin still tied to the bamboo and crying, Chen Mo She gave an embarrassed forced smile, because he was proficient in calculations, and at this moment, he was like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to look directly into her eyes.
"I'm sorry...Junior sister Lin, this is all a misunderstanding. Let me untie you first. After you listen to my explanation, you can pay for your spirit stones, or you can give you a beating if you don't relieve your anger. I will never say anything. That's it." Is that okay?" Chen Mo said apologetically.
Lin Yuqin turned her head away, neither agreeing nor rejecting. Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief and lifted the restriction on her.
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