Burning Incense In The bedroom Was Mistaken As A Fortune Teller

The young Taoist's tone of voice was very tight, and no matter what Du Ruoxi did, he couldn't understand it at all.

Since the mouth of the young Taoist priest can't tell anything.

Du Ruoxi's eyes turned to the sarcophagus in the middle of the field.

He asked curiously, "Where did this sarcophagus come from?"

"When I was in the Shangqing Palace before, why didn't I see it?"

"Don't ask more, I'm doing it for your own good."

"It's not good for you ordinary people to know so much about this matter."

The young Taoist glared at Du Ruoxi.

Du Ruoxi didn't care, but walked towards the sarcophagus.

"What are you going to do?"

The young Taoist saw Du Ruoxi's hand on the sarcophagus and stepped forward to block it.

"There is something in this sarcophagus. I feel the sound of breathing, do you listen?"

Du Ruoxi had a smile on his face, not caring about the expression of the young Taoist priest.

He put his ear on the sarcophagus, and signaled to the young Taoist priest to come and listen.

After listening to Du Ruoxi's words, the young Taoist hesitated for a while.

To be honest, he was also curious about this sarcophagus.

At the moment, he put his ear on the sarcophagus and listened.

Sure enough, after listening carefully, the young Taoist heard a long breathing sound.

At the moment, the young Taoist stared at the boss and exchanged glances with Du Ruoxi.

"Let's open this sarcophagus and have a look. I suspect that there is someone inside this sarcophagus."

Dorothy suggested.

"No, the master explained that this sarcophagus cannot be opened."

"And this sarcophagus is not something in our view, it was brought by that person, and we have no right to open it."

"Let's open it secretly, your master and they don't know, if there is really a person inside."

"You will suffocate in a sarcophagus, and you will be a murderer then."

Du Ruoxi instigated the young Taoist priest.

Young Taoists grew up in Taoist temples.

In terms of communicating with people, how can he compare to Du Ruoxi.

However, the young Taoist priest was very firm on this point.

Resolutely do not allow the sarcophagus to be opened.

Du Ruoxi was helpless, the young Taoist was unwilling, even if he didn't stop him.

Their group couldn't open the stone slab of the sarcophagus.

Du Ruoxi turned back and glanced at the three boys, still shivering.

The young Taoist did not agree to open the sarcophagus.

Du Ruoxi had no choice but to comfort her roommate there. As for those boys, forget it.

"Master.~!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of crying in the Sanqing Hall.

When the young Taoist priest heard these cries, they all fell to their knees and wept bitterly.

"What's wrong with this?"

Du Ruoxi looked suspiciously at the young Taoist priests who were kneeling on the ground.

He turned his eyes to the door of the Sanqing Hall.

"On that day, Patriarch Qiu Chuji said that the underground palace was opened."

"That's when my thousand-year luck in the Shangqing Palace disappeared."

"This seat uses the body of the Tao, in exchange for my nine hundred years of luck in the Shangqing Palace."

"This is a matter of great merit, you don't have to do this."

A majestic voice sounded from the hall, it was Hao Shou Lao Dao who spoke earlier.

Du Ruoxi asked the young Taoist curiously, "What happened inside? What do you mean by teaching?"

"In order to preserve the luck of my Shangqing Palace, the headmaster chose to emerge."

The young Taoist choked and replied.

"Feathering?"

Du Ruoxi murmured softly, and then his pupils dilated.

The voice involuntarily doubled: "Isn't that dead?"

"The headmaster won't die, the headmaster has become a feather, and I'm going to look for the ancestors of my Shangqing Palace."

The young Taoist roared angrily.

Du Ruoxi felt that she had said the wrong thing, with a sad expression on her face.

She knew that the Taoists didn't know the word death yet.

Just like the death of an eminent monk, it is not called death, it is called death.

Lao Dao is not called death when he dies, it is called feathering.

I have touched the bad head of the young Taoist priest.

Squeak!

The door of the Sanqing Hall opened, and a group of Taoist priests filed out.

The leading Taoist priests were carrying the old Taoist head, and the old Taoist hand twisted the seal at this moment.

There was a smile on his face, his eyes closed slightly.

The only difference from the previous one was that the whisk in Lao Dao's hand was broken.

It was broken into two pieces and held in the hands of a Taoist priest.

Seeing the headmaster, the young Taoist priest outside the door kowtowed again, his voice choked.

A sad breath began to flow in the courtyard.

Even Du Ruoxi, who had nothing to do with the headmaster, was affected by this emotion.

Kneeling down unconsciously.

These Taoists directly carried Lao Tao out of the hall.

And the Taoist priests of the past year also wanted to follow the past.

But a voice came from the door of Sanqing Hall: "Niandao, you stay."

The one who spoke was one of the other two old Taoists who stood beside the headmaster at the beginning.

When the young Taoist heard this, he immediately turned his head and replied, "√Respect the order of the great uncle. "

In the entire courtyard of the hall, there are only Taoist priests who read the Dharma, and Du Ruoxi's group.

There are also two old Taoists standing at the entrance of the main hall, oh yes, and the sarcophagus.

One of the old people stepped forward to the sarcophagus.

In the shocked eyes of Du Ruoxi and others, they pushed the stone slab on the sarcophagus away with one hand.

"This slate weighs at least a thousand catties. This old man pushed it away with one hand. What a lot of strength."

Du Ruoxi couldn't help but sigh.

"Master Uncle is a cultivator, what is it to push a stone slab?"

The young Taoist said with some pride.

"Cultivation, is there really a so-called immortal in this world?"

"Little Taoist priest, are you also a practitioner?"

Du Ruoxi's eyes lit up, cultivating immortals, flying through the clouds and driving the fog, how cool and unrestrained.

"Why do you care so much!"

When the young Taoist heard Du Ruoxi's words, it seemed that something was wrong.

said impatiently.

But Du Ruoxi didn't have time (very good) to think about the reason for the sudden change of tone of the young Taoist priest.

Her eyes were fixed on the sarcophagus.

Because she had previously determined to hear breathing inside the sarcophagus.

Now that the sarcophagus is opened, she wants to know immediately what kind of existence is inside the sarcophagus?

A living zombie?

Or is it the same weird looking "person" as the previous weirdo?

Du Ruoxi's expression is full of excitement, the more strange things are like this.

The more exciting she is.

At this moment, she couldn't wait, and ran to the side of the sarcophagus to take a few glances into the sarcophagus.

However, the next scene made Du Ruoxi fall through the glasses.

There was a strange look on his face, as if he had been deceived.

Inside the sarcophagus, a hand first stretched out, which was the hand of a man.

And still very young, and then a young face emerged from the sarcophagus.

Then a young man stood up from the sarcophagus. .

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