Chapter 43 Red Coffin
"Aunt, when did I practice evil magic and harm people? I am the guardian deity, you know I have a vicious temper. If I want to improve my cultivation, I will go and become a spirit medium. Who can beat me?" Bai Du was beaten for no reason and was wrongly accused. He was a little furious.

Huang Daxian raised her front paws again and hit Bai Du. Bai Du did not dare to dodge and was hit again. He said aggrievedly: "Auntie, just tell me what happened. You want me to die with a clear conscience?"

"I used the method of retrospection to see with my own eyes you went to the home of Liu the Hunter in Changlong Village at the foot of the mountain to borrow a womb and plant evil seeds. What else do you have to say? Do you want to reincarnate or practice evil magic?" Huang Daxiangu said angrily.

Bai Du's scales all exploded: "Aunt, I didn't. I have been sleeping here since I was driven away by my ancestors yesterday!"

Huang Daxian sneered: "Okay, it seems that only your ancestors can cure you. Come on, follow me back to Wuxian Cave."

"I say, can you take him away?" Zheng Wenjie's somewhat indifferent voice came from the cave entrance. His original good impression of Huang Daxiangu disappeared completely. Although he was not a good person, he had double standards, and he would not harm others for no reason.

Bai Du was facing the cave entrance. When he heard the voice, he looked at the murderous green eyes and the fangs that seemed to want to bite him to death. He was so scared that he almost turned around and ran away. He said with tears in his eyes: "Why don't you believe me! I really didn't do anything!"

Huang Daxian Gu also hurriedly said, "Senior, calm down. I was the one who helped Bai Du awaken his spiritual wisdom. It has been more than 200 years. I know exactly what kind of snake he is. There must be some misunderstanding. I want to take him back to Wuxian Cave first to find out more clearly. If he really has fallen into evil ways, I will definitely bring him to you to atone for his sins."

"Yes, yes, I have evidence too, the backtracking technique. Auntie, just use the backtracking technique on me again." Bai Du said, mustering up the courage as if he was fighting a desperate battle. He walked past Huang Daxian and said respectfully to Zheng Wenjie: "Senior, if you believe me, I can also produce evidence that I have been sleeping all the time."

Zheng Wenjie nodded expressionlessly and made way. He was not afraid of Bai Du escaping at all. Instead, he left the cave, which was more to his liking.

Bai Du came to the snow, opened his mouth wider and wider, spit out a black coffin, turned to Huang Daxian Gu who followed him out of the cave and said: "Auntie, please use the backtracking technique again, I have been sleeping on this coffin."

Zheng Wenjie felt a little weird. This coffin had some similar aura to the ghost weapon hemp rope he saw last night, but the hemp rope was like Huang Daxian's nearly a thousand years of Taoism and Bai Du's more than two hundred years of Taoism.

Zheng Wenjie touched the coffin. There were words engraved on the coffin lid that Zheng Wenjie did not recognize. They were clearly visible, as if they had just been carved.

"This is a coffin made of ebony. It has become a ghost weapon, a very spiritual ghost weapon, but it has fulfilled its original obsession and is not very harmful. It is the same as the ghost weapons in the Wuxian Cave." Huang Daxiangu came over.

Zheng Wenjie nodded. He now believed that Bai Du really didn't know the situation. He picked up Huang Daxian Gu and asked, "Do you know what the words engraved on the coffin cover mean?"

Huang Daxian Gu took a look and nodded her head: "This is old Manchu, also known as uncircled Manchu. It roughly means that you can't leave me. I want to be with you forever."

Bai Du shrank aside and dared not speak. When he heard that the coffin was a ghost weapon, he knew he was in trouble. For the first time in his life, he regretted not practicing well in the Five Immortals Cave. Why did he only know how to eat and sleep?

Zheng Wenjie tried to push open the coffin lid with one hand, and the coffin emitted a black light, and began to wrestle with Zheng Wenjie. Zheng Wenjie used 80% of his strength, and was about to roar and emit a battle pattern, before he opened the coffin lid, and the black light disappeared.

Looking at the lifelike man and woman in the coffin, Zheng Wenjie felt a little strange. The original owner of the coffin was a man, and the woman should be the one who carved the words on the coffin lid, because the dagger in the woman's hand stabbed into her heart.

What Zheng Wenjie found strange was the clothes they wore: "These clothes are somewhat similar to Manchu costumes, but also a bit strange."

"This is the clothing of the Haixi Jurchens. They must have been dead for more than 400 years. This coffin is the most powerful ghost weapon, even stronger than the ghost weapons in our Wuxian Cave." Huang Daxian Gu sighed. "The ghost weapons in your Wuxian Cave are probably more than 400 years old, right?"

Huang Daxian Gu nodded and said, "The oldest ghost weapon is in my grandmother's hands for more than 3,000 years. Ghost weapons are not more powerful with age, but with obsession. Whether a ghost weapon is powerful or not depends on the love and hate in the obsession. In ancient times, the gods on Kunlun Mountain regarded love as the root of all evil, because love can bring freedom and powerful power."

"Can we use ghost weapons too?" Zheng Wenjie became interested.

Huang Daxian Gu nodded as a matter of course: "Of course, as long as the ghost weapon's obsession is fulfilled, it is very likely that the ghost weapon will directly recognize its master."

"No need for demonic power, magic power, or spiritual power?"

"Of course, the power of ghost weapons is different from that of cultivation. They are two different systems. However, ghost weapons are rare, and powerful ghost weapons are even rarer. For thousands of years in our Shamanism, the only ghost weapon that can be used in battle is the one my grandmother has."

Zheng Wenjie was a little excited. He had no cultivation and could not cast spells, but he did not expect that he could use magic tools: "How can I make it recognize its master?"

Bai Du shrank back again, wanting to cry but without the tears. This black coffin must have recognized him as its master.

Huang Daxian Gu stretched out her little claws and scratched her little head, glanced at Bai Du, and said to Zheng Wenjie in a tangled manner: "This black coffin is not aggressive, it should have recognized its master."

Zheng Wenjie took a look at Bai Du and understood: "Bai Du completed the obsession of the black coffin and reincarnated in the womb? The woman's obsession was to stay with the man forever. Then the man's obsession was to let the woman live well, so the black coffin controlled Bai Du to complete the reincarnation for the woman. But the reincarnation failed, so how could it recognize the master?"

"Ghost weapons are ghost weapons, but they have spirituality, not ghosts. They cannot think and have no emotions." said Huang Daxiangu.

Zheng Wenjie was silent for a while, he had already formed the intention to kill. If he killed Bai Du, the black coffin would naturally have no owner. However.

Zheng Wenjie suddenly remembered that his blood could turn people into zombies and spread like a virus. He wondered if it could infect the spirit of the black coffin.

Zheng Wenjie did it as soon as he thought of it. He put down Huang Daxian Gu and cut a hole on his fangs with his thumb. He just pressed his hand on the coffin and withdrew his hand awkwardly. The wound on his hand had healed as before without a drop of blood.

"Give me my knife." Zheng Wenjie looked at Wong Tai Sin Gu who was standing up to his knees like a human.

Huang Daxian opened her big mouth and spit out "Thousand Birds"

Zheng Wenjie didn't hesitate. He wanted to test his idea, so he cut his palm and quickly pressed it on the black coffin.

The black coffin was stained with blood and began to shake constantly. Zheng Wenjie pressed it hard, and the area where his palm was located began to slowly turn red, and continued to spread to the entire black coffin. No, it should now be called a red coffin.

(End of this chapter)