Fantasy World Transmigration

Wang Chen feels that he has spent a long darkness, and the spirit is as if he has spent more time than his life. He only remembers the sound of the slamming, the mechanical lock, the kind of sly Feelings gradually drifted away from him, and he faintly saw a white light in front of his eyes, and a vague voice came from his ear.

Am I dead?

It seems that it is not yet!

In his memory, the Fireball is falling everywhere, burning everywhere, like the end, desperately standing on the street waiting for the death’s coming, but then? –Can not remember!

He seems to be lying in a small, but very comfortable iron scorpion, is it a coffin? Thanks to the country for not forcing him to cremate, Wang Chen has already woken up, but he did not want to open his eyes, and now someone is talking in his ear. A young, unrecognized teenager screamed: “Master! The body of the living Buddha is shining!”

“It’s the Chinese life-saving salvation big heavens!” A slightly old-fashioned voice sounded, and then he heard the slap of the teenager’s scalp.

“You are a gangster!” Later, the old voice yelled: “All told that this iron coffin is the treasure of our lower mountain lineage inheritance, the ancestral rituals, our ancestor of Maoshan is the coffin of this heavenly life and salvation Only then did you realize the smelting of the corpse, the slaying of the corpse, and the ancestors of the ancestors, and you dare to move… See if I don’t kill you as a gangster!”

“I don’t just want to re-understand the ancestors’ spells from this iron coffin?”

“Master, you said that we are the rumors of the lower mountain lineage, but the Taoist priests in the Taiqingguan Temple on the Phoenix Hill said that we impersonated them to replace them. We also said that Master did not even have a singer, it was a false priest, saying that we only eat. The dead man’s meal, the bones that give people into the shackles, are not the people of Maoshan at all.”

“Nonsense!” Old man’s blown beard blinked, and his breath was not even. “They lost the spells passed down by the nine ancestors and let the people of Nanjing Chaotian Palace get rid of them. Instead, they blame us for rumoring the lineage and putting us Driven out of the Shangqing Palace, the best thing we used to be in Maoshan was the sacred corpse, but now they say that we still insist on the ancestral rituals of the ancestors! This is true!”

“My teacher’s palace is dead. I also want to see our lower mountain lineage, find the ancestral magician, and drive away the day when the golden armor stepped onto the Shangqing Palace!”

The boy listened and angered: “The nine ancestors can make the magic from the living emperor let the flesh squat, why can’t we?” He is excitedly said: “When we learn from the ancestors’ legacy, the corpse is thirteen, We must be able to reproduce our Shangmao Mountain and control the grand palace of the three provinces in the southeast. We will take care of the ancestral rules and wait for the people in the Qing Palace to come to the door. Do we still have to let them be humiliated?”

“The Shangqing Palace is on the door?” Old man, the master of the palace, noticed something, anxiously asked: “What kind of setback did you make this gangster? The Shangqing Palace has no reason, why should you come to the door, are you the treasure of the founder? Did things go out?”

The boy suddenly became scared and shouted: “The Taoist priests in the Qing Palace are laughing at us, I am angry…”

Under the urgency of the teacher’s palace, the pickpocket gave himself a small disciple. He yelled: “You… you are confused! We have no power and no power, let the Shangqing Palace know. And our mentor and the two are in life.” Do you dislike us to converge on the bones of the dead? Does the Master forget you with a bite of food? With the skill of the little master left by this ancestor. Although our masters and apprentices have been dismissed a little, they are safe to eat and wear.”

“But you are a sinister sinister, do you want to be the teacher’s old life?”

Said the teacher’s palace trotting all the way, said to the discipline: “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be a disciple, you are my poor elder sister, the only son… I… Hey! Pick up the things, people in the Shangqing Palace Before you come, let’s run and talk.”

Small discipline stunned Road: “Oh… no, Master! What is the treasure of the founder?”

“In the same year, the nine ancestors saw the comet fall to the ground, and found the scorpion on the mountain for three days. From the corpse of the gods inside, we realized our corpse spell… This coffin is cast by Taibai Jingjin, weighing more than 18,000. Jin, the nine ancestors did not know how much effort they took, and then they took it out of the mountains. Now, in a hurry, move it. Let it be here! Wait for a hidden place to be buried!”

“I’ll be looking back in the future… Anyway, I can’t fall into the hands of the traitors.”

Wang Chen in ‘Coffin’ opened his eyes and sighed deeply. Is this a TV show outside? Or stereo surround sound, big hand! I heard that some funeral industries have created refrigeration coffins and networked coffins to meet the needs of various customers after death. There is a joke saying: Even if I am dead, I will use my dead throat: mobile phone, charging, Even wifi.

I did not expect that there is such a service inside the coffin!

Wang Chen opened his eyes and saw a glass plate less than thirty centimeters from his chest. A Taoist boy with a donkey licked his eyes and looked at him with horror. He did not have time to praise the high-end atmosphere of this coffin. On the top grade, with the stereo 3D big screen, I saw the boy screaming.

“Master, big day demon corpse!”

Looking at the little boy’s nose and tears flowing, Wang Chen was so funny, he reached out and pushed, the screen in front of him suddenly slipped open the gap of three fingers, the child’s eyes were fast, and the ‘coffin’ was resisted, yelled:

“The scam is smashed! I am alive! The coffin board of the living room is not pressed!”

“smelly brat !frightened and flustered!” The commander’s palace rushed in from the front hall, just want to swear the little discipline, and saw the gods in his own ancestor’s treasure, pushing the crystal treasure cover on the surface of the iron coffin, and got up and sitting. It’s up.

The teacher’s palace turned white and fainted.

The little discipline hurried over and screamed at the Master. He cried: “Master, you can’t die… you are dead, what can I do? Let’s Maoshan, even if it is in the Jigong ancestor, it will be trained. After a flying night fork, now the gods of the confession are all scams. Disciple What can I do? Master ……”

Looking at the little child who was crying hovered between life and death, listening to the dialect that was a bit like Minnan, Wang Chen didn’t know that it would not be a good beating. They looked back and saw it. The two called themselves a life-saving salvation for China! On the cover of the iron coffin, it was written – the Chinese multi-dimensional dimension republic, the Salvation Army rescues the living warehouse.

Although it is a simplified Chinese character, they should also be able to understand the two ancient Chinese dresses and familiar dialects.

“Cough cough!” Wang Chen coughed twice and said: “Excuse me. What is the dynasty now?”

“Don’t eat me!” The little disciples mourned and stumbled on the teacher’s palace. Instead, the teacher’s palace was stunned by the land, and the forcibly was sober. He heard the scam’s ‘Da Tianzun’ opening the mouth. Words, or the accent on the other side of the capital, not so scared! Being able to speak people is not zombie, not zombie – then they can still live.

He trembled and screamed at Wang Chen: “Tianzun is on, now is the Ming Dynasty…”

When Wang Chen heard that the ‘Da Ming Dynasty’ eyes were bright… I was – crossed?

But look at the ‘iron coffin’ underneath, this kind of living warehouse shape is not too sci-fi, but listening to the teacher and the two, it seems that you can sleep in the living room is not short, this kind of space travel can point out The technology tree – the sleep of life, is not born in the front of 21st Century, and can be used by a major disaster.

And what is the ghost of this China multi-dimensional dimension republic?

What is the Salvation Army? Is the other name of the People’s Liberation Army?

Sitting in a living room through the … I am a little non-mainstream! And that the nine ancestors can understand the way of the wool from the living room!

“Zhu Yuanzhang’s Da Ming Dynasty!” In order to prevent the outside world from being a big Ming, Wang Chen asked a special question and then asked: “What year is it?”

“reporting to Tianzun.” The old Taoist priest heard the words Zhu Yuanzhang, and his brow shook twice. He also learned the appearance of the official in the drama. He bowed his hand and said: “The current year is exactly Wanli 41 Year!”