"It's the longevity of King Zhou's mansion, Lord Qin, is there any problem?"

"It seems that the craftsmanship is good, go and ask which master is the handiwork, I am going to go to the purchase point, and give it away when I need it in the future. Qin Yang replied casually.

The faces of the men under him stiffened, and their bodies became a little stiff.

Giving people coffins, Lord Qin's fetish, it is really a bit peculiar, I have heard other colleagues say before, when I followed Lord Qin to do things, Lord Qin seemed to have a special preference for coffins, like to collect all kinds of coffins, not to mention dozens of various coffins in his hands.

I didn't expect the rumors to be true, but Lord Qin's real habit is probably to send coffins to the enemy.

"Is there a problem?" Qin Yang looked at his subordinates with some confusion.

"No, no problem, the lower official will ask now. The spirit of the man, his head shook like a rattle, and when he turned around, as if he was being chased by a dog, he spread his legs and ran out.

Qin Yang looked at the backs of his subordinates and sighed.

"Rumors are harmful, look at what they have scared people into. ”

Turning his head to look at the coffin in the mourning hall, it looked like it was made of wood, and it was brushed with a layer of oily and bright lacquer, giving the coffin a metallic texture.

However, Qin Yang could tell that this coffin was definitely not wooden.

Among them, there is one, obscure, with a slight hint of the charm of the sycamore sacred wood, which makes people think that this is a subspecies of sycamore sacred wood.

But Qin Yang dared to be sure, absolutely not, because the Sycamore Flame in his body had no reaction to this material.

Sycamore Flame has a natural affinity and attachment to the Sycamore Divine Tree, including all subspecies, and the most common way to promote the Sycamore Flame is to add firewood, and the addition is the Sycamore Divine Wood and its subspecies.

Even if his Sycamore Flame had turned into a supernatural power and his power was constantly evolving in his hands, this innate characteristic would not change.

Just sensing and looking, without getting started in person, you can distinguish several materials, which are the materials needed for the coffin.

He has seen eight hundred kinds of coffins, if not a thousand, and the various coffins he has personally selected are definitely more than ordinary people have ever heard of.

Something wasn't quite right with this coffin.

Besides, the elders who were closer to King Zhou had already died, and he himself was in the prime of life, so what kind of longevity material did he prepare.

Qin Yang waited quietly, and no one felt that there was anything wrong, all the funerals were in charge of him, and the attendants sent by the palace were also very eye-catching, and they didn't point fingers at all.

Waiting until nightfall, when the few worshippers were gone, and the people who kept the spirit were still here, Qin Yang stepped forward and touched King Zhou's coffin with his own hands.

Walking up to look at King Zhou's body, Qin Yang squinted his eyes and took out a bunch of materials casually.

The person guarding the spirit looked up at Qin Yang, and stopped talking.

When he saw Qin Yang's serious face and the meticulous makeup for King Zhou, the person guarding the spirit immediately lowered his head and ignored it.

Qin Yang touched King Zhou's corpse, and his skill showed that he could touch the corpse, and a heart was put back in his stomach.

No matter what he wants to do, before King Zhou entered the Dragon Vein Ancestral Court, he overtook it and cut it off from the root, and the other abnormalities were not known.

The previous dynasty was so happy, it was like killing him, let's give them some superficial thoughts, one day the Dharma body of the emperor of the previous dynasty in the province was annoyed and angry, and he wanted to kill him no longer caring about the overall situation.

For the time being, he did not surpass the king of Zhou, and Qin Yang left the palace of the king of Zhou.

The chief secretary of his subordinates was waiting outside the door, and after seeing Qin Yang, he hurriedly came up.

"My lord, I have already inquired, it is a craftsman in Dongcheng, with the same surname as the adult, and it has been passed down from generation to generation, and they are all coffins. ”

"Do you know the exact location?"

After asking the location clearly, Qin Yang took the jade chariot, set off at night, and went straight to Dongcheng.

When he arrived, Qin Yang finally came to the place that his subordinates said, on the edge of a large complex of buildings, a very inconspicuous two-entry small courtyard.

From the outside, it looks gloomy, there is no candle flame and no life, push open the wooden door in front of you, the darkness in front of you is like an abyss, dead and gloomy, it seems that even ghosts dare not appear in this kind of place.

Qin Yang stepped into it, his eyes narrowed slightly, and in the depths of his pupils, a little golden light flashed.

"Boss Qin is at home, Qin Yang, the right attendant of the Rite Department of the museum, specially came to purchase a batch of coffins. ”

In the darkness, a hunched figure stepped out of a room.

Qin Yang looked at the other party's face, his pupils shrank, this old man's skin was full of wrinkles, and the aura of old decay was no longer hidden, and he escaped a corpse.

Qin Yang performed two pupil techniques, and he couldn't care about the peeping of the number of courtesies, so he was barely sure that this old man was still a living person, but his vitality was like a dim firefly as big as a grain of rice, shining in the darkness of the whole world.

"Oh, it turned out to be Lord Qin, who was in charge of the ancestral sacrifice, came to the cold house, the old man was rude, what coffin Lord Qin wanted, come in and choose it yourself. ”

The old man faltered, turned around slowly, and led Qin Yang into one of the rooms.

The space inside is much larger than the outside, densely packed with thousands of coffins of various sizes, different materials.

There is also a corner where complete sets of coffins are placed.

Qin Yang looked at it and was shocked, this old man is the one he can't compare, not a professional boss of ordinary people.

Without rushing to ask about business, Qin Yang first purchased hundreds of coffins for backup.

waited until the purchase was finished, and then asked casually.

"Boss Qin, I saw a coffin in King Zhou's Mansion before, the craftsmanship is much better than these, and the materials and decorations are very particular, I don't know if you still have stock here? ”

"It's gone, there's no material, if you want, you can book. ”

"What price?"

The old man raised his head, his cloudy eyes, and stared at Qin Yang for a long time.

"Three thousand eight hundred. ”

"Sixth-grade spirit stones, seventh-grade spirit stones?"

"Three thousand eight hundred years of life. ”

Qin Yang squinted his eyes and looked at this old man who was about to die, and his old aura had never been seen before.

"Can I replace it with a treasure?"

"It can't be replaced, the old decay is thin, and there is no blessing to suffer. ”

Qin Yang thought for a moment.

"With such a high price, the old-timers should at least tell me why it can be sold so expensive, right?"

"A hundred years. ”

"Twenty years, just asking, senior, you don't have to produce any materials, and you don't have to spend time and effort to do it. When Qin Yang said this, he thought for a while: "Forget it, a fixed price, fifty years." ”

"Come with the old man. ”

The old man took Qin Yang to another room, this room was not expanded, there was only an incense case in it, and there was only a dim oil lamp with a candle flame on it.

In the oil lamp, there is no lamp oil to be seen, only the wick seems to have a residual lamp oil.

"Blow on this oil lamp. ”

Qin Yang stared at the oil lamp twice, leaned over and blew a breath.

Suddenly, the blown candle flame was not extinguished, but exuberant, and there was a trace of undetectable lamp oil at the bottom of the oil lamp.

Qin Yang also sensed that there was something in his body, and as he spit it out in one breath, his vitality regained his calm in a slight flicker, and he lost fifty years of life, which is very small for him now, just cultivate for a day or two, and he can easily make up for any elixir.

The old man's aura was also weakened a little, and the vitality that was as dim as a candle in the wind also recovered a little.

The old man took a light breath, didn't sell anything, and said directly.

"That set of coffins is called Black Sycamore. ”

"Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a divine bird named the phoenix, immortal and immortal, when the longevity was exhausted, it was the time of nirvana rebirth, the phoenix soared for nine days, and the sycamore fell, and the sea soul devouring beast, also immortal and indestructible, but after ancient times, both disappeared without a trace.

The so-called phoenix sycamore, one of which is that the non-sycamore does not inhabit, this sycamore is the sycamore sacred tree, and the second, this black sycamore, is the place where the phoenix is nirvana, and it dwells in nirvana.

The set of coffins you are asking about is called the Black Sycamore, and this is where it comes from.

If you want to be reborn after the catastrophe, the black sycamore is the place of nirvana. ”

The old man shook the old bottom clean in one go, and Qin Yang was puzzled when he listened to it.

The old man seemed to be too talkative.

The old man glanced at Qin Yang, seemed to sense Qin Yang's thoughts, and sneered.

"The old man has been diligent and diligent all his life, but he is a craftsman who is not deceived by Tongsuo, and the turtle son who ordered the goods in front of him did not settle the bill, and he wanted to kill the old man.

Oh, they are unkind, they broke the rules first, don't blame the old man for being unjust, the black sycamore was given to King Zhou, it must have been done by those unethical turtle sons in the previous dynasty.

I will send you a message for free, crush his body and scatter ashes, refine it into bricks and stones, press it at the gate of the capital, and let thousands of people trample it to see how he can be reborn from the ashes!"

“......”

Qin Yang came out of the old man's house, said a few polite words in a good voice, and introduced business to the old man in the future.

The old man also politely sent him to the edge of darkness, but did not send him out.

Qin Yang looked back at the mansion that looked gloomy but not broken, but was extremely silent.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, Dai Guogong is really not a person, even the wages of the old craftsmen in the pit are counted, and even the material money is pitted.

I still want to kill my mouth when I'm done, and I'm done.

Silly.

No wonder the last trace of vitality in this old man's body seems to be annihilated in the darkness at any time, and it is really unheard of and unseen that such a faint vitality can still be alive.

Nine times out of ten, the old man's hood door is the oil lamp that looks like it has been used for a long time.

If the oil lamp is not extinguished, and the lamp is not destroyed, the old man will not die.

But success is the same, and defeat is the same, he can't use the longevity treasure, but he can get someone else's longevity.

No wonder this old man is so easy to speak, he has a fifty-year lifespan, and everything is shaken cleanly.

From the time he came, the old man was afraid that he was already ready, and Qin Yang would not give the fifty-year longevity a meaning, but also tell Qin Yang the news he wanted to know.

The old guy's old feeling, just sensing it, will give birth to a feeling that is not very comfortable.

I'm afraid he doesn't know how long he's lived, and I'm afraid that this old man is the only one from beginning to end.

I have always heard that from the capital of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the Great Ying God Dynasty welcomed these people who were willing to come and settle down, and no one rushed to provoke them if they were fine.

Now, it seems, that was the case.

So, it's better to have a good relationship with the old man, it's okay to introduce him to some business, the old man has ordinary coffins here, he will definitely buy a lot from time to time, and the level is really much stronger than him.

As for the special coffin, I can still introduce the business, so I will introduce it.

This kind of strange person may be able to use it at some point.

The most important thing is that he Qin Youde is also a craftsman who pays attention to the rules.

Early the next morning, Qin Yang went to King Zhou's mansion again.

King Zhou's funeral this time is not like the old prince, the situation is special, and it can be omitted briefly.

The seven-day morgue step still has to be had.

Qin Yang was loyal to his duties, and deliberately swept all the procedures and all the things to be used to confirm that they were correct.

In the end, I naturally saw the complete set of coffins that the old man said.

What is placed in the mourning hall is only a coffin, and the coffin has not been used yet.

I touched all the coffins and coffins with my own hands, and I couldn't pick them up.

However, Qin Yang didn't care about it anymore, according to the procedure, he did what he wanted.

In a flash, it was the day of the funeral, Qin Yang personally pressed the formation, at the last moment of sealing the coffin into the coffin, Qin Yang still did everything in detail, and checked it all personally, at this time, he quietly overtook King Zhou.

The two balls of light that he touched out slapped into his head casually.

The rest of the part, after confirming that it was correct, took a group of people, pulled the prepared coffin, and went to the Dragon Vein Ancestral Garden.

This battle is much bigger than when the old prince went out for a funeral.

There was nothing unusual all the way, and there were no more people to intercept and kill, and they went all the way smoothly to the outside of the Dragon Vein Ancestral Court.

Qin Yang was dressed in a ceremonial robe, solemn and solemn, reciting the sacrificial text.

After the procedure was completed, I saw the entrance of the mountain range in front of me, which looked like a divine dragon entrenched, vaguely like an immortal coming out of the dragon's head, and the divine dragon opened its mouth and opened the entrance to the dragon vein ancestral garden.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, the sky changed suddenly, and a terrifying coercion suddenly fell.

For the first time, Qin Yang sensed the so-called power of the Divine Dynasty.

It is something like aura, but it is not, formless and substantial, but it exists.

Anyone who does not have the official position of the Great Ying Divine Dynasty and the protection of the Divine Dynasty's luck will be like entering a quagmire after entering here, and it will be difficult to move forward.

This is the place where the entire Great Ying Divine Dynasty is the strongest, and it is also the place where the Divine Dynasty has the strongest luck.

A group of lifeless warriors, like gray stone sculptures, walked out of the entrance and lined up on both sides.

King Zhou's coffin flew out and fell onto the shoulders of a team of wrestlers, who carried them into the Dragon Vein Ancestral Court.

Qin Yang looked solemn as he watched this team of wrestlers disappear into the darkness.

When the gate closed again, Qin Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

The front dynasty still wants to play tricks? one back hand after another.

Hey, let you play, still steal the coffin, return the black sycamore, and be reborn in Nirvana, what do you want to do.