In 1975, Han Chou Village, E County.

It was drizzling in the sky, and Kang Dalong hid in Yanjun Temple, which was a young temple.

"Big Song! Big Song!"

Kang Dalong lay outside the hall, calling the name of the temple Zhu. The temple Zhu was Gu Dasong, who was about the same age as Kang Dalong, and both were under 20 years old and young.

"Dalong? Don't you go to work?"

Gu Dasong found that his friend had arrived and asked in a low voice.

"I won't go! Let's go and shoot birds!" Kang Dalong lifted the oil cloth, and inside it was a cluster of new bird guns.

Gu Dasong's eyes lit up, and he was moved, but he was worried: "It's not possible today. Master is here to receive guests and let me keep this."

"Guest? There are also guests in the ghost temples like you?"

Kang Dalong couldn't touch his mind.

Gu Dasong looked at him angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, my master heard it, be careful of being beaten."

"What are you afraid of! There must be a great person who asks your master to kill the coffin. Let's go and listen!"

"Isn't this good?" Gu Dasong felt sorry for it.

"What's wrong, let's go!"

Kang Dalong glared at him angrily, touched the window of the wing room, and eavesdropped on his ears, and Gu Dasong followed.

Gu Dasong's master is both the old temple Zhu of Yanjun Temple and the old coffin maker in Han Coffin Village. The current coffin maker is the most powerful master!

In addition to Gu Dasong's master, there was also an old man who broke the window and found that the old man was 60 or 70 years old, in good spirits, and his words made people feel like spring breeze and very kind.

"Zun Yun, condescend to my small temple and is flattered." Gu Dasong's master, Lao Miaozhu, owed his body restrainedly.

The old man returned the gift and was equally respectful: "I dare not, the successor of the coffin maker is too polite. They are both life and death, and you and I should be friends with each other."

The two of them greeted for a while, and the old temple said politely: "I don't know if Yun Zun surrenders to stay in the small temple, what's the point of doing?"

The kind old man frowned and nodded: "It's really something."

The kind old man whispered: "I have something to go to Sangyu City, and I want to borrow your life cone to use."

Lao Miaozhu was stunned, pondered for a moment, and smiled apologetically: "May not work. Every generation of life-caught cone will be buried in the tomb of the coffin maker with the previous generation of coffin maker. Who can get it? It is the true teaching of the coffin maker. This magic weapon only kills coffin and does not kill ghosts."

The kind old man offered a condition: "I can allow you as a disciple and practice with me."

Lao Miaozhu shook his head: "Yun Zun loves you, my disciple is actually just a country craftsman. If you don't have that lucky life, you can't afford to climb."

The old temple prayed firmly, while the kind old man sighed regretfully: "Since that's the case, then take care of yourself."

The kind old man left, but the old temple did not send any blessings.

After a long time, Gu Dasong and Kang Dalong came to the wing room.

"Master, who is that?" Gu Dasong asked curiously.

Lao Miao Zhu came back to his senses and sighed: "A miserable person."

"Hard-hearted?" Gu Dasong was puzzled. The man dressed and demeanor obviously looked like a big man from the city. If he was a miserable person, what would he be?

Lao Miaozhu looked at Kang Dalong and suddenly said, "Dalong, you are not working! A coffin maker, who kills birds every day, how can you get married when you grow up!"

Lao Miaozhu obviously had a different relationship with Kang Dalong. He came back to his senses and cursed in pain.

Kang Dalong was speechless and was talking about the miserable man, why did he get involved in himself again?

He rolled his eyes: "I earn much less money from killing birds than working. Besides, coffin maker, coffin maker, is so unlucky, so I don't want to be a coffin maker!"

"Nothing nonsense, this is the craft of our village! If you don't learn crafts, will you drink the northwest wind in the future?"

"The country has implemented cremation, and no matter how bad it is, it is a wooden coffin. Who is now buried in a sarcophagus?"

Laomiao Zhu was furious: "Your father died early, your uncle had no son, so he raised you as his own son. Look at this kind of virtue now? Craftsmanship cannot be lost! My friendship with your uncle since childhood. From now on, you and Dasong will follow me to learn craftsmanship!"

"No! I won't learn..."

Lao Miao Zhu was very strong, and he carried Kang Dalong and Gu Dasong, and threw it in the house like a chicken: "You can't help but learn!"

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In a flash, nearly 50 years have passed, and Old Man Kang is very strong and wants to catch Qin Kun back like a chicken, or take back the life-caught cone. Unexpectedly, Qin Kun is even stronger.

"I said Mr. Kang...you can do it, can you let me go?"

Qin Kun cut the old man Kang's hand back, and the old man Kang shouted: "Young Master, let me go! What do you want to do?"

"Uncle, I found this thing, how to use it is my business. Do you want to take it back and daydreaming? Don't make trouble..."

Qin Kun did not expect that the thirty-six volumes of the "coffin" in the heavenly book were actually in the hands of Old Man Kang! He did not expect that he was also a person in the path of life and death.

However, the word "Coffin" belongs to the second twenty-one volumes and is not powerful. Qin Kun has the word "Array" volume, so he is not interested in learning another craft.

In the end, Old Man Kang struggled ineffectively and chose to give up.

At night, at the entrance of Han Chou Village, Qin Kun and his group carried backpacks, and Old Man Kang and a group of black geese stood by the roadside to see Qin Kun and the others off.

"The true teachings of the coffin maker were originally the ones I or the old man in the temple prayed to inherit, but neither of us found the life-caught cone, and the true teachings were put on hold. Do you really don't think about it?"

On the side of the road, Old Man Kang was holding the cigarette handed by Qin Kun, feeling a little sighing.

In fact, after Gu Miaozhu's master died, the two of them entered the coffin maker's tomb more than once, but no one found the life-caught cone. So the coffin maker's heritage was basically broken. This time, Qin Kun gave them surprises, but he was unwilling to learn the word "coffin" scroll, which hurt Old Man Kang very much.

"Don't worry, if I find a suitable successor, I will introduce you to you. There may not be many coffin craftsmen who are interested in the craftsmanship, and some people like the craftsmanship of stone carving. Old man Kang, sometimes you can change your ideas, and the times are different."

Old Man Kang was furious. When was Qin Kun's turn to educate him?

In the distance, the midnight hearse slowly drove over.

It was the first time that Old Man Kang saw such a hearse, and was stunned. Seeing the midnight hearse carrying several people away, Qin Kun waved goodbye to him at the window.

Old Man Kang was sure that there was a car of ghosts in the car. He was shocked. When would the ghosts drive and take the car?

It seems... the times are really different.

...

This car is no longer the one that leaves Linjiang City, but may be a hearse near E County, but it is still a gas bag and black curtains. Qin Kun paid the money to buy the road. It was the first time in the car... Oh no, it was full of ghosts.

A group of ghosts were sitting in the bus like a corpse, with hands on their knees and eyes straight ahead, silent, and the hearse was also silent. Sometimes when the bumps came, these ghosts would shake back and forth like water plants.

Qin Kun frowned. The expressions of these ghosts didn't look very friendly. They looked at them greedily, and the sound of people swallowing silently made people feel a little creepy.

"Director Qin... I'm afraid..." Tu Xuanxuan saw a man with a purple face, sitting upright, but with a needle-like pupil, looking at her side, looking at her a little guilty, fearing that the other party would pounce on her and bite her at any time.

"Don't be afraid, who dares to do anything randomly, I'll kill him." Qin Kun comforted roughly.

After Qin Kun said that, the ticket seller suddenly coughed and stared at Qin Kun.

Qin Kun smiled and replied, and the ticket seller found that there was a special power on Qin Kun and said, "Yin and Yang complement each other, Yin and Yang are at peace, young people, don't be arrogant."

Qin Kun nodded: "No, it's just..."

Qin Kun discovered that the man with a purple face next to Tu Xuanxuan just now became more and more arrogant and began to greedily absorb the yang energy. Qin Kun was a little dissatisfied and pinched his head and lifted him up.
Chapter completed!