After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 297 The coffin under the main hall!

Chapter 297 The coffin under the main hall!
"However, this coffin fungus can cure diseases, but it can also kill people. He absorbed the energy of the coffin fungus, and the toxins of the coffin fungus also accumulated in his body. Over the years, I often prescribed some medicine for him to regulate his body and suppress the toxins. However, as the toxins accumulated in his body, the toxicity became stronger and stronger. In recent years, it has become difficult to suppress it..."

The two were surprised to hear this, because it turned out that all the talk about coffins, ghost wives, and those so-called anecdotes actually originated from a coffin fungus.

"Then their family doesn't let him get married, isn't it because his evil wife doesn't agree?" Huang Can said.

"Where is the ghost wife?"

Huang Daolin shook his head. "With his physical condition, he can't get married. He is poisonous. Which woman can withstand it? What's more, even if he gets married, he can't have children. He might die of the poison at any time. If other girls get married, they may live forever. They may become widows at any time. Isn't this harming people? So I explained the situation to their family early on..."

Huang Can was stunned when he heard this explanation.

In this way, Huang Fei's parents prevented Huang Fei and his sister from getting married and ruined their marriage. It was not an unforgivable sin. Instead, it could be said that they did a good thing?

What kind of ghost daughter-in-law? Maybe their family deliberately spread the rumor in order to give their son a reason to feel at ease with not getting married.

"That blood mushroom, weren't you also finding it for him?" Chen Yang asked.

"You understand it immediately."

Huang Daolin showed his admiration without reservation. "Coffin mushrooms, also known as corpse mushrooms, grow with corpses. Corpse mushrooms and blood mushrooms are mutually reinforcing and mutually exclusive. Both are highly poisonous. However, when these two highly poisonous mushrooms are put together, it is like fighting poison with poison. There is nothing to worry about..."

"I have been looking for this blood mushroom for many years. I only discovered its traces by accident last year. I refrained from doing anything until it became powerful enough to catch it."

……

It turned out to be the case.

Chen Yang suddenly understood, and then his eyes lit up, "In other words, blood mushrooms can detoxify coffin fungi?"

"Ah."

Huang Daolin nodded slightly, "You can say that. You can also say that the coffin fungus can detoxify the blood mushroom. The two are of the same grade and are equally toxic. One plus one equals zero."

Chen Yang felt like he had discovered a new world.

He Shiwu agreed to get him some coffin fungus so that he could use its toxins to strengthen his body, but the only difficulty was that he had to detoxify it in time.

The tourmaline toad was still frozen by the ice silkworm, and there was no telling when it would wake up. Even if he had obtained the coffin fungus, he would not dare to use it rashly.

But if blood mushrooms can neutralize the toxicity of coffin fungi, that would be a different story.

However, Huang Daolin only got one blood mushroom. Could there be any left?
"Uncle, have you used up all your blood mushrooms?" Chen Yang asked immediately.

Huang Daolin looked at him strangely, "Why, you want it?"

Chen Yang said, "I heard that this kind of highly poisonous thing can be used to temper the body and improve the physical strength quickly."

"Ah."

Huang Daolin smiled when he heard this, "It is true that there is such a saying. People have tried to use poison to strengthen their bodies since ancient times. However, this is an extremely dangerous method. If the poison cannot be suppressed or detoxified in time, the consequences will be terrible."

"Whether you want to use the poison of blood mushrooms or coffin fungi to refine your body, it will work, but you must first have a way to detoxify. Blood mushrooms alone are not enough, you must also get coffin fungi first."

"Coffin fungus is not easy to deal with."

Huang Daolin shook his head repeatedly.

"Didn't you say that there was a flower in the coffin at Brother Fei's house?" Huang Can asked.

Huang Daolin waved his hand. "After so many years, I'm afraid that the coffin fungus has been drained of its energy by Huang Fei and has withered long ago."

Huang Can raised his eyebrows, "Then where did you move the coffin back from?"

"Where did you move back from?"

Huang Daolin smiled when he heard this, "Help me this time, and you will understand."

Chen Yang asked in confusion, "Uncle, what do you want us to do for you?"

Huang Daogong smiled and said, "You two will go to their house with me tomorrow and dig out the coffin first..."

Digging a coffin?
Chen Yang's face twitched slightly.

Huang Can said, "Uncle, I don't mind, but isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to let Chen Yang do this?"

"I don't need your help digging!"

Huang Daolin shook his head and said, "After the coffin is dug out, you two just need to help me carry it up the mountain."

puff!
Huang Can almost vomited blood.

"Uncle, digging the coffin is already too much, and you want us to help carry the coffin?"

"lift?"

Huang Daolin shook his head again, "I'm afraid you can't lift the coffin..."

As he said this, he looked towards Chen Yang and said, "There are a lot of coffin fungi growing in that place. If you want to use the fungus poison to refine your body, uncle can help you."

Chen Yang laughed dryly, "Uncle, where is the place you are talking about?"

"On Bamian Mountain, there is a place called Laoguan Mountain."

"This……"

Chen Yang was a little stunned when he heard Huang Daolin's words.

Old Coffin Mountain?
Was that coffin brought down from the Old Coffin Mountain by Huang Daolin?

Are you kidding me?
He felt scared just by looking at the Old Coffin Mountain from a distance, but Huang Daolin said that he brought back a coffin from the Old Coffin Mountain?
Is Huang Daolin crazy, or is this world crazy?
Is this old man in front of me really so capable?

"Have you heard of Laoguan Mountain?" Huang Daolin asked.

Chen Yang nodded. "It is said that there are many hanging coffins in Shiwang Valley of Bamian Mountain, and many terrifying things are hidden in them. Uncle, are you kidding? Are you really asking us to send the coffins to Laoguan Mountain? It is very dangerous there."

Huang Daolin smiled and said, "It's dangerous, but with me here, what are you afraid of?"

Chen Yang's face trembled slightly. He never expected that Huang Daolin was actually related to Laoguan Mountain.

"I borrowed that coffin from Old Coffin Mountain more than 20 years ago. Now it's time to return it. I'm old and weak now and can't carry it anymore. I can only ask you for help."

At this point, he looked at Chen Yang and said, "Xiao Yang, you won't refuse, right?"

Chen Yang's heart was filled with turmoil at this moment.

This old man not only went to Stone King Valley, but also borrowed a coffin back. It’s incredible to think about it.

But he knew that there were people in the realm of creation in the Stone King Valley, and that one was in the underground palace and the other was on the Old Coffin Mountain.

Is this old man so fierce?
He can borrow things from a strong man in the realm of creation, and he can borrow them. How can he be so proud?

Chen Yang opened his mouth slightly, feeling incredible.

After a while, Chen Yang asked, "Uncle, what realm are you in now?"

"As for realm or something, it's enough as long as it's sufficient. We are from the Duangong lineage and don't care about realm."

Huang Daolin waved his hand and said, "Anyway, I will take you there intact and bring you back safely. As for the corpse mushrooms and blood mushrooms you want, uncle can help you get them..."

"what about me?"

Huang Can pointed at his nose and said, "Don't just talk about what benefits I will give to Chen Yang. After all, I call you uncle, so don't forget me."

"What do you want?" Huang Daolin looked at him.

Huang Can was stunned for a moment.

What does he want? What can he want?
"money."

Huang Can uttered a word without hesitation.

Huang Daolin almost rolled his eyes to the sky. He thought this kid would want something meaningful, but the result was purely hilarious.

"That's all you're after?"

Huang Daolin shook his head and said, "I have a few gold bars stored in my room. I'll give you two when I'm done."

bullion?

Huang Can's eyes sparkled with gold when he heard this. "If you say so, then I have no objection. Let's see what Chen Yang says. If Chen Yang agrees, I'll do it..."

Huang Daolin looked towards Chen Yang.

Chen Yang was a little hesitant.

Stone King Valley is indeed a dangerous place.

And it is a danger that can be felt personally.

Liu Jianguo also said that there is a realm of creation there, and there is more than one.

With his strength, going to Stone King Valley now would be tantamount to seeking death.

But Huang Daolin was very confident and seemed quite awesome.

Besides, the time for his appointment with He Shiwu was approaching, so he was indeed going to Bamianshan.

Isn’t this a coincidence?

"Uncle, can you really guarantee safety?"

Huang Daolin said calmly, "Thirty years ago, I could come and go freely in Stone King Valley. If I hadn't been so old now, I wouldn't have bothered you. I've dealt with that thing on Old Coffin Mountain before, so we have some friendship. It can't harm you."

"Okay, but let me be clear. If there is any danger, I will be the first one to give up and run away."

After weighing the pros and cons, Chen Yang agreed.

Since Huang Daolin is so confident, and I really have to go to Bamianshan, then it’s just right. With Huang Daolin leading the way, it might be safer.

Huang Daolin nodded and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

……

——That night, Chen Yang and his companion stayed at Huang Daolin’s house.

Huang Daolin was married in his early years and had a daughter, but his wife thought his business was unlucky and ran away with their daughter.

He is still alone.

Living alone in this huge two-story villa, he must be quite lonely.

The next morning, Huang Daolin took down the jar from the incense table.

The blood mushroom in the jar had already turned bright red. He cut off a small piece with scissors and put it in a medicine bottle that had once contained painkillers.

The smell of blood filled the entire room.

Even the fragrance of the osmanthus tree outside can’t cover it up.

He crushed the small piece of blood mushroom, poured some wine into the medicine bottle, added some unknown herbal powder, covered the bottle cap, and shook it for a while.

He opened the bottle cap again, sniffed it, nodded slightly, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Then he went out with Chen Yang and walked towards the west end of the village.

Huang Fei's home is on the hillside at the west end of the village, a little far from the main road of the village.

A newly built bungalow courtyard is located on a hillside, with only a few households around it.

There is a high embankment and a flat concrete yard on top. In the yard, a hen and a few chicks are leisurely wandering.

It can be seen that this family should be living a very wealthy life.

Huang Fei went out fishing early in the morning, leaving only his parents at home.

His father's name is Huang Fugui and his mother's name is Zhang Xiaofang.

They both look honest and loyal. They are both in their sixties. Huang Fei was born when the couple was in their thirties. In that era, it was considered a late-born child, so naturally they doted on him.

It is not an exaggeration to say that if you hold it in your hand, you are afraid it will fall; if you hold it in your mouth, you are afraid it will melt.

In the early years, when pension system was just emerging, any teacher who had taught in the village had a benefit where they could pay off their employees' pension system at their own expense in one lump sum and start receiving money when they retired.

Huang Fugui used to teach in the village primary school. Although he only has a high school education, he still had a place and now earns more than 3,000 yuan a month.

In the countryside, a monthly pension of more than 3,000 yuan is already a lot, and not all of it was spent on my precious son.

Some people who had quotas back then but thought the fees were too high and gave them up to others are now regretting it as they see others collecting the money.

Huang Fei's grandfather, Huang Dagen, passed away a few years ago, and these two old people are the only ones left at home.

They knew Huang Daolin was coming, so they made tea and waited for him.

Although Huang Daolin is only a dozen years older than them, in terms of seniority, Huang Fugui is Huang Daolin's nephew, and his father, Huang Dagen, is Huang Daolin's cousin.

In terms of blood, we are still close.

Otherwise, Huang Daolin probably wouldn't have been so dedicated to Huang Fei's affairs, for 27 years, and even provided after-sales service.

The couple respectfully served tea to Huang Daolin and chatted about some family matters.

About half an hour later, four more people came into the yard.

An old man in his fifties or sixties, plus three men in their forties.

They are all brothers from the Huang family, and the couple specially invited them to help.

When everyone arrived, Huang Daolin started to get busy.

They had a shed built in the yard, and lit a stick of incense and burned some paper money in front of the main hall.

Maybe it's to seek peace of mind.

In the hall.

Their house was newly built not long ago, but the strange thing is that the other rooms in the house and the yard are all hardened, and several bedrooms are paved with tiles.

But the main room is not paved with cement, but filled with soil. Although it is compacted and flat, it is somewhat out of tune with the style of the entire room.

Under the tablets of Tiandi Guoqinshi in the main hall, there is another tablet on a wooden table.

The tablet was covered with a red cloth, but no one knew who it belonged to.

There was half a carrot placed in front of the tablet, with incense sticks burning on it, adding a bit of mystery to the room.

Several men worked together to move the tables, sofas and other miscellaneous items in the main room. Without saying anything or asking any questions, they just picked up their hoes and shovels and started working.

Chen Yang and Huang Can just watched from outside.

The main room was too small to accommodate so many people. They couldn't help and would only cause trouble if they went in.

Huang Fugui and his wife stood beside Huang Daolin, looking towards the main hall, their faces full of tension.

It has been twenty-seven years. That thing has been buried there for twenty-seven years. When the family was building a new house and laying the foundation, they didn't dare to move that piece of soil. Now, is it finally going to see the light of day again?

Sweating profusely, several people worked for more than an hour and dug a large pit two meters long, wide and three or four meters deep in the middle of the main room.

"Uncle Wu, I found it."

The old man who was in the lead climbed out of the pit and shouted to Huang Daolin who was sitting in the yard.

Huang Daolin took a sip of tea, then stood up and went to the main room.

Chen Yang also followed behind.

I came into the main room and looked into the big pit.

A coffin, about two meters long and more than one meter wide, lay quietly at the bottom of the pit.

It looks like a big box.

The material of the coffin seems to be nanmu. Although it is covered with soil, it has a faint golden color.

There were several iron chains tied outside, and who knows how many years they were, they had all rusted.

There were three men standing in the pit, all holding hoe handles, waiting to see what Huang Daolin would do.

The coffin has basically been dug out, and the next step is to get it out of the pit.

"Bring a rope and hang it up." Huang Daolin gave the order directly.

Huang Fugui hurried to get the rope.

After a while, he took out a hemp rope and threw it into the pit.

The three men took the hemp rope and tied it to the iron chain on the coffin.

Then he climbed out of the pit and passed the rope through a pillar about two or three meters long and more than ten centimeters in diameter.

Two men stood on one side, carrying the pillar on their shoulders.

"rise!"

The four men shouted slogans and pushed hard to try to lift the coffin out of the pit.

However, the coffin only moved slightly, and then stood firmly in the pit like a Mount Tai.

I tried several times but couldn't shake it.

"Uncle Wu, something strange is going on. Is there water inside? It's so heavy." The old man in the lead said to Huang Daolin with a serious face.

They were all strong men who had done hard labor and could normally carry 200 kilograms on their shoulders. The four of them together had a strength of at least 800 kilograms, but they only made the coffin shake a little.

What the hell is this coffin? Why is it so heavy?
Back then, my fifth uncle brought this thing back from the mountains by himself. It's so heavy, how could one person do it?

If there was water in the coffin, it would be possible.

After all, it has been buried underground for nearly 30 years, and there is no guarantee that water has seeped into it.

Huang Daolin walked over, held the pillar with one hand, and lifted it slightly.

The coffin moved slightly.

"Oh."

The two people on the opposite side couldn't bear it anymore. Huang Daolin exerted force on one end, and the other end pressed directly on their shoulders with such great force that their shoulders hurt.

Huang Daolin stopped and looked up at Chen Yang, "Xiaoyang, come and try."

Chen Yang didn't say much. He stood opposite and took the bar from the two men.

In the end, he couldn't escape the task of carrying a coffin.

An old man and a young man squatted down and put the bar on their shoulders.

"If you can't bear it, shout."

Huang Daolin gave a reminder, fearing that Chen Yang would suddenly let go and hurt his old waist. At his age, he couldn't stand the hardship.

"bring it on."

Chen Yang nodded.

"rise!"

Huang Daolin shouted.

Chen Yang tensed his body, stood firmly in a horse stance, and together with Huang Daolin, lifted the bar and slowly stood up.

The hemp rope was stretched straight, and the grinding bar made a crackling sound.