Tomb raiding: Carrying a coffin during a funeral procession, rewarded with the Dragon Elephant Prajn

Li Changsheng stood on the pier, looking down at the sky.

Below the Lingyun Immortal Palace lies a deep green pool.

The pool wasn't very big, about the same size as a typical village pond.

However, it contains patches of green algae, so you can't see the bottom at a glance.

However, looking down from above, one can vaguely see a rather large shadow in the pool.

In addition, there was indeed a small hill on the sunny side of the pool.

The hillside is covered in lush green grass, and the environment is beautiful; it is indeed a suitable place for burial.

Li Changsheng nodded, and then walked along the boardwalk to the hillside beside the pool.

Although he didn't understand the secret techniques of tomb raiders in finding auspicious burial sites, the area around the pool was surrounded by a water dragon halo, which was considered the best of the best feng shui. Therefore, he didn't dwell on it too much. He simply chose a spot on the hillside and then turned to instruct Wu Xie and Ma Liang to dig a pit there.

Upon hearing this, Wu Xie immediately understood that Li Changsheng wanted to bury the witch's human skin, and he immediately nodded in agreement.

So he and Ma Liang became laborers, working hard to dig the pit.

The two dug from sunset until nightfall.

Seeing that the two of them wouldn't be able to finish in a short time, Sun Xiaomei simply went to collect some dry firewood, started a campfire, and set up a tent.

By the time she had finished her work, Ma Liang and Wu Xie were almost done as well.

After Wu Xie finished digging the last shovelful of soil, he poked half his head out, turned around and shouted to Li Changsheng, who was sitting in front of the campfire and had somehow managed to put up a recliner.

"Brother Li, the grave is dug."

Li Changsheng nodded and leisurely sat up from the recliner.

He arrived at the large pit that Wu Xie and Ma Liang had dug, and after confirming that it was more than a meter deep, he nodded in satisfaction.

Ma Liang didn't understand why Li Changsheng insisted that they dig a pit more than a meter deep.

In his view, this place was a dead end, where you couldn't even find a wild rabbit, and digging a few dozen centimeters deep would be enough.

Wu Xie took a deep breath and asked cautiously, "Brother Li, shall we bury him now?"

"No rush."

Li Changsheng shook his head, and a moment later, Sun Xiaomei brought over a box.

This box is neither gold nor stone; it is entirely black.

It was the box containing the spirit of the mountain demon that was inside the gourd cave.

Upon seeing the box, Wu Xie's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in surprise, "So that's what my little sister was doing all this time! She went to get this box!"

Ma Liang also suddenly realized, "I understand now, my brother is going to use this box to seal the witch's ghost."

But to his surprise, as soon as he finished speaking, Sun Xiaomei rolled her eyes at him.

"Don't talk nonsense. Master Li said that this witch's background is actually very pitiful. She was even skinned alive by the King of Xian. If this box is sealed, it can indeed trap evil spirits, but if it is not sealed, it is a treasure chest that can warm evil spirits."

Li Changsheng nodded slightly and explained to the group, "The eight murals in the Shangzhen Hall are a soul-locking array, and the witch is the key to it. She is sealed inside the hall and can never be reincarnated. Over time, she naturally developed boundless resentment! To remove the resentment from her, we need two things: the feng shui layout of the water dragon halo and the special material of this box, which can nurture her yin spirit."

As he spoke, Li Changsheng opened the box and placed it at the bottom of the pit.

Then, she tossed the bright red robe made from the witch's skin into the air.

He muttered incantations, reciting a section of the Maoshan Rebirth Mantra.

As he finished uttering the last word, his sleeve fell into the square box.

After doing all this, Li Changsheng opened the black coffin and released the witch's yin spirit that he had put inside.

As soon as the witch's spirit appeared, her face was cold and pale, but before she could react, she was sucked into the human skin sleeve inside the box.

A moment later, a series of mournful howls came from the box where the sleeve was, and plumes of black smoke billowed out from it.

A full quarter of an hour passed, and as the black smoke gradually dissipated, a beautiful young woman, around sixteen years old, suddenly appeared above the box.

The girl had delicate features, with a touch of innocent charm reminiscent of the mountains and fields.

This girl was none other than the spirit of the witch from before. However, after being tempered by the water dragon and the square box, she had regained some of her senses!

Upon regaining her senses, the priestess immediately bowed gracefully to Li Changsheng.

Although he couldn't speak, his meaning was clear: he was grateful for Li Changsheng's kindness.

Li Changsheng nodded and said softly, "In just seven days, your resentment will dissipate, and you will be able to reincarnate."

The witch's spirit nodded and bowed to Li Changsheng once more.

But before she left, she glanced at Wu Xie one last time, her eyes filled with longing, as if she still felt a little reluctant to part.

A moment later, after the witch had completely disappeared, Li Changsheng had Wu Xie and Ma Liang seal the tomb with earth. Then he found a wooden plaque with the simple words "Tomb of the Witch" engraved on it.

After finishing his work, Ma Liang returned to the campfire and sat down. He first took the water bottle that Wu Xie handed him, gulped down a mouthful of water, and then made a slightly amused and teasing remark.

"Old Wu, I think that witch has taken a liking to you."

"Go away, don't talk nonsense."

Wu Xie ignored Ma Liang, but felt quite annoyed.

Ever since arriving at Zhelong Mountain, Li Changsheng has always sent him to open any coffins or other strange objects he encounters.

Even if Wu Xie was slow on the uptake, he had figured it out by now.

He discovered that every time he went to open it, something would always happen—either a zombie would rise from the dead, or a mountain goblin spirit or a witch's ghost would appear…

"Could it be that I am truly an unlucky person, always causing corpses to rise when I open coffins and encountering ghosts when I go into tombs? Did Brother Li see this, which is why he insists that I open the coffins?"

Wu Xie felt something was wrong the more he thought about it, but he was too embarrassed to ask Li Changsheng for the reason, so he could only keep it to himself.

He thought that if all else failed, he would ask Fatty Wang privately when he had time.

Fatty Wang is a genuine tomb raider. Although he can't compare to Li Changsheng, he has a wide network of connections and knows a lot about strange and unusual things, so he might know something.

In fact, Wu Xie's best choice is his third uncle. In Wu Xie's memory, his third uncle seems to be omniscient and omnipotent.

Unfortunately, after they parted ways in Yizhou, his third uncle seemed to have vanished into thin air, and he couldn't contact him at all.

Wu Xie sighed and couldn't help but lie down on the grass on the hillside.

He put his hands behind his head and looked at the twinkling stars in the night sky.

Before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep!

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when Wu Xie woke up again, he found that he was already wearing a coat.

At this time, the sun was already rising.

"How come I slept all night?"

"I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't disturb you."

Ma Liang was by the campfire not far away, roasting a pheasant over the fire.

Yesterday he was still saying that there were no wild rabbits in this valley, but this morning he found pheasants in the woods behind the hillside.

The valley is flanked by sheer cliffs, making it inaccessible to large animals, but pheasants are different; pheasants can fly.

That's why there are pheasants in the forest.

However, these pheasants all benefited Ma Liang, who caught several early in the morning and roasted them.