Fantasy World Transmigration

Wang Chen felt that he had passed through a long period of darkness, and his mind was lost, as if he had spent a longer time than his life. He only remembered hearing the click, the soft sound of the mechanical lock being opened, that kind of muddled feeling. The feeling gradually left him, he vaguely saw a white light appearing in front of his eyes, and a vague voice came from his ear.

Am I dead?

As if not yet!

In his memory, fireballs fell from the sky, burning everywhere, like doomsday, and he stood in despair on the street waiting for death to come, but what happened afterwards? Can not remember!

He seems to be lying in a small but very comfortable iron box, is it a coffin? That's thanks to the country for not forcing him to be cremated. Wang Chen has already woken up, but he doesn't want to open his eyes, and now someone is talking in his ear. A young man whose voice hadn't changed panicked and said, "Master! The coffin of the Great Heavenly Lord Weisheng is glowing!"

"It's the Dharma Body of the Great Heavenly Venerable of China!" A slightly old-fashioned voice sounded, followed by the sound of him slapping the young man's scalp hard.

"You scoundrel!" Then the old voice scolded: "Everyone tells that this iron coffin is the most precious treasure inherited from our lower Maoshan lineage, the ancestral magic weapon, and our ancestors of Maoshan got this life-sustaining and world-saving Tianzun. Only then did you realize the spells of refining corpses and expelling corpses, you dare to mess with your ancestors' heavy weapons... See if I don't kill you, a scoundrel!"

"Didn't I just want to re-understand the patriarch's spells from this iron coffin?" the young man said aggrievedly.

"Master, you said that we are the descendants of the lower Maoshan lineage, but the Taoist priest from the Taiqing Temple on Fenghuang Mountain said that we impersonated their Maoshan Dharma scriptures, and said that Master, you don't even have a certificate of proof. You are a fake Taoist priest, saying that we are just Those who eat the dead and pick up the bones for others are not from Maoshan at all."

"Nonsense!" The old man blew his beard and stared angrily, breathless and said, "They lost the spells handed down by the Patriarch Jiugong and let those people from Chaotian Palace in Nanjing go away. Kicked out of the Shangqing Palace, our Maoshan was originally best at the yin god's corpse dissolving spell, but now they say that those of us who still insist on the ancestor's lineage are crooked! How unreasonable!"

"My teacher's palace is dead, and we will also see the day when we go down the Maoshan line, recover the ancestor's spell, and drive away the golden armored corpse and set foot on the Shangqing palace!"

Hearing this, the young man said angrily: "The Patriarch Jiugong can comprehend spells from the coffin of the body of Emperor Weisheng, why can't we?" We will definitely be able to reproduce the grand occasion when we went down to Maoshan and ruled the Zhengyi palaces in the three southeastern provinces! Taking into account the ancestors' rules, when the people from the Shangqing Palace come to the door, should we let them humiliate us?"

"Going to the Qing Palace?" The elder teacher Gong Min keenly noticed something, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with you, you evil disciple? There is no reason for the Shangqing Palace, why did you come to the door? Did you tell me about the treasure left by the patriarch?" Did you say it?"

The young man suddenly panicked, he hesitated and said: "The Taoist priest from the other courtyard of the Shangqing Palace laughed at us, and in a fit of anger I..."

Master Gong was so angry that he slapped his little apprentice with his hands, and he roared: "You...you are confused! We have no power and power, let Shangqing Palace know. And the lives of our master and apprentice are at stake." Do you despise us picking up bones from the dead to restrain yourself, did the master forget you? With this little skill left by the patriarch, although we master and apprentice have been despised a little, we have no worries about food and clothing."

"But you, a traitor, caused a catastrophe because you want to be a teacher?"

Talking about the teacher's palace trotting all the way, he said to his apprentice: "If it weren't for me, you would be an unworthy apprentice, and you are my poor sister, the only son... I... Sigh! Pack up quickly, there is no one in Shangqing Palace. Before you come, run away and talk."

The little apprentice Liushen Wuzhu said: "Uncle... no, master! What about the treasure left by the ancestor?"

"When Patriarch Jiugong saw a comet falling to the ground at night, he found this coffin after entering the mountain for three days. From the corpses of the gods inside, he realized our corpse magic... The whole coffin is made of Taibai fine gold,

It weighs more than 18,000 catties, and Patriarch Jiugong spent a lot of effort digging it out of the mountain. Now that he is in a hurry, he can move it. Put it here! Find a hidden place and bury it on the spot! "

"I'll come back to look for it in the future... Anyway, it must not fall into the hands of those traitors."

Wang Chen in the 'coffin' opened his eyes quietly, and let out a deep breath. Is this a TV show outside? Or stereo surround sound, a big deal! I heard that some funeral industries have developed refrigerated coffins and networked coffins to meet the needs of various customers after death. There is a joke: even if I die, I have to use my withered throat to shout: mobile phone, charge, Even wifi.

Unexpectedly, there is really such a service in the coffin!

Wang Chen opened his eyes and saw a glass plate less than 30 centimeters away from his chest. A Taoist boy wearing a bun stared at him with a look of horror. He didn't have time to praise the high-end atmosphere of the coffin. Upscale, with its own three-dimensional 3D large screen, I saw the boy screaming.

"Master, the Great Heavenly Lord has cheated the corpse!"

Seeing Xiaodaotong's snot and tears running down his face, Wang Chen somehow found it funny. He stretched out his hand and pushed, and the screen in front of him suddenly slid open a gap the size of three fingers. road:

"The corpse is fraudulent! It's a short life! The coffin of Weisheng Tianzun can't hold it down!"

"Stinky boy! Surprised!" Master Gong walked in from the front hall angrily. Just as he was about to scold the young apprentice, he saw the Dharma Body of Heavenly Venerable in his patriarch's legacy pushing away the crystal cover on the surface of the iron coffin and stood up. sat up.

Master Gong rolled his eyes and was about to faint.

The little apprentice hurried over, strangled the master tightly, and howled: "Master, you can't die... If you die, what should I do? Our Maoshan, even at the place of Master Jiugong, can only practice After passing a flying yaksha, now even the gods offering sacrifices are deceitful. What can I do, my apprentice? Master..."

Seeing the Xiaodao boy crying to death, listening to the Hokkien-like dialect, Wang Chen didn't know whether to disturb the master and apprentice. He looked back and realized why the master and apprentice called themselves Zhonghuawei. The Great Heavenly Venerate is alive and saving the world! On the lid of the iron coffin, it is impressively written that the Republic of China Multiverse Dimension, the Salvation Army rescues the life support warehouse.

Although it is simplified Chinese characters, they should be able to understand the two people in front of them with their ancient Chinese costumes and familiar dialect.

"Ahem!" Wang Chen coughed twice, and said, "Excuse me. What dynasty is it now?"

"Don't eat me!" The little apprentice wailed, and collapsed on the body of the teacher's palace. Instead, the people in the teacher's palace were pinched by the ground, and woke up from the sudden pain. Hearing the deceitful 'Da Tianzun' say The human language is still the accent from the capital, but it is not so scary! Those who can speak human language are not zombies, and if they are not zombies, their master and apprentice can still live.

He clasped his fists tremblingly towards Wang Chen and said, "Tianzun, come on again, now is the Ming Dynasty..."

Wang Chen's eyes lit up when he heard 'Da Ming Dynasty'... Am I time travelling?

But look at the 'iron coffin' under him, the shape of the life support cabin is not too sci-fi, but from the words of the master and apprentice, it seems that I have been sleeping in the life support cabin for a long time, and this kind of space travel can be pointed out. The life dormancy chamber of the technology tree is not something that he, who was born in the first half of the 21st century and suffered a major disaster, can use.

And what the hell is this Chinese Multiverse Dimensional Republic?

What is the Salvation Army? Another name for the People's Liberation Army?

Traveling by yourself in a life support cabin... It's a bit unorthodox! And that Patriarch Jiugong can comprehend the Taoism of woolen yarn from the life-support warehouse!

"Zhu Yuanzhang's Great Ming Dynasty!" In order to prevent another Ming Dynasty from another world, Wang Chen asked, and then asked, "What is the current year name?"

"Revelation to Tianzun." The old Taoist priest in Shichang Gong frowned slightly when he heard Zhu Yuanzhang's three words, and imitating the appearance of a high-ranking official in a drama, he bowed his hands and said: "The current year name is exactly Wanli. Forty-one years!"