Taoist Temple of Time and Space

Chapter 648 Li Bai's coffin can't be held down anymore
The trunk was tall and straight without any bend. Under the big tree with dense branches and leaves, Chu Feng stood up and walked out.

"Zhang Wei, go out with Pindao."

"Yes"

Zhang Wei stood up.

Outside Changsheng Temple, Chu Feng stood quietly on the wide flat ground.

Zhang Wei stood aside with his hands down.

Chu Feng said: "Yesterday, you said that you don't want the systems tied to your body anymore?"

A look of bitterness suddenly appeared on Zhang Wei's face. These days, he has been tricked by these systems. He is an honest person, a successor, and a happy father. He can drive normal people crazy.

"Pindao understands, you can relax"

Chu Feng stretched out his hand to grab it, and the suction came from his palm, and several crystals of different shapes emerged.Immediately, the light flashed, and everything disappeared.

Zhang Wei, without the system binding, suddenly felt relaxed.

Chu Feng closed his eyes and looked at the captured system in the system space. In the dark world, solid forms were floating, without any luster.

In the outside world, each system is a sky-reaching thing, but here it is just an ordinary thing.

"Host, after many days of research, I can now confirm that the system inside is not all made by Han Ruo."

The mechanical sound of the Taoist inheritance system appeared in the system space.

Chu Feng's mind moved. When he came back from the small world, he asked about the inheritance system of the Taoist ancestors. There are endless systems in the world. The system was not sure at the time, and gradually he forgot it.Unexpectedly, the system always remembered.

According to the system, Han Ruo, who seems to be the big boss, is just a relatively strong existence—similar to Skynet.

Who is the person hiding at the end, and how strong is it?For example, the person who created the myth descending into the reality system.

You must know that so far, the host of the myth descending reality system has not yet appeared.There has been a lot of movement.

"Host, there is an anomaly in the west."

The Taoist inheritance system suddenly reminded.

Chu Feng suddenly looked to the west, and there was something abnormal happening in a tomb hundreds of miles away.

Hmph, another person has been resurrected.

After a while of silence, Chu Feng raised his head and told Zhang Wei to call everyone out.

Soon, the staff arrived, Hui Hai, Su Shi, Black Cat, Xu Jiarong.

"Go see another poet."

With a wave of Chu Feng's hand, everyone including himself disappeared.

At the west foot of Qingshan Mountain in the southeast of Dangtu County, the beautiful landscape, buildings with southern colors, quiet and elegant archways and corridors, and lampposts embedded with twelve shallow stone statues embellish the tranquility and atmosphere of Li Bai's cemetery.

I don't know when it was dusk, and the number of tourists gradually decreased. Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed into the cemetery, and there were lightning flashes in the sky.

Tourists mistakenly thought it was going to rain and left one after another.

The staff of three or two kittens and mice are also busy cleaning up.

Suddenly, a gust of cool wind swept into the cemetery, ignoring the continuous buildings, and went straight to the ground. In a not-so-large space, an ordinary-looking coffin lay quietly.

The cool wind shook, stopped, and turned into six figures.Five people, one cat.

"This is Li Bai's tomb, a generation of poets, it's so shabby!"

Zhang Wei, who was standing on the far side, leaned against the wall of the tomb, with a look of emotion on his face.

The black cat jumped onto Li Bai's coffin and turned to look at Zhang Wei with disdain.

"Li Bai has a cemetery that occupies a large area. If you didn't pay homage to the Taoist priest by chance, you probably wouldn't even be able to afford a tomb after you die."

Hui Hai, who is never late to add insult to injury, added: "It doesn't matter if you have background but not background, if you need connections, it doesn't matter, if you need money but not money, if you need contribution but not contribution, it is best to be buried at sea after death, and place your soul in the sea to save space."

Zhang Wei: "..."

Boom, boom... There was a sound of knocking on the coffin board.

Everyone didn't speak, and after waiting for a while, the voice died down again.

Zhang Wei walked to Chu Feng's side and said in a low voice: "Master Daoist, do you want to take action? The person has finally been resurrected, so don't suffocate to death inside."

A smile appeared on Chu Feng's face, "It's rare for you to care so much about others."

Zhang Wei straightened his face, and said solemnly: "Li Bai is my idol. When I was in school, I liked watching him brag the most. Uh, no, I read his poems."

By accident, I spoke my mind.

Chu Feng shook his head lightly, "A resurrected person like him will not suffocate for a while."

Zhang Wei groaned and stopped talking.

After a while, the sound of knocking on the coffin board appeared again, and just when everyone thought Li Bai was about to come out, the sound disappeared again.

With a wave of Chu Feng's hand, the lid of the coffin fell off, and the nails on the coffin inside also shot out.

If Li Bai figured it out, he could remove the coffin lid with just a little force.

After about ten breaths, the coffin lid moved a little, revealing a gap.

Zhang Wei probed over, and suddenly there was a sigh from the coffin, and the lid closed again.

"Daozhang, what does he mean by this?"

Zhang Wei looked at Chu Feng puzzled.

"Li Bai is conceited of his literary talent, each of you recite a poem, try it"

Chu Feng said with a smile.

As soon as Zhang Wei heard the poem, he became interested. He walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Thousands of hammers gouged out the deep mountain, and the fire burned... Don't be afraid of breaking your bones and breaking your body, you must stay innocent in the world."

This is a poem by Yu Qian, a famous minister of the Ming Dynasty, expressing the poet's willingness to not be afraid of sacrifice and his determination to stick to noble sentiments.

As soon as this poem came out, the coffin lid immediately opened a little gap, and there was a vaguely deep eye moving.

Hui Hai, who has already practiced once, is also very poetic.

"Shengri seeks the fragrance of the Surabaya shore, a boundless scene for a while... When you know the east wind side, it will always be spring with all kinds of purple and red."

This is a poem by Zhu Xi in the Southern Song Dynasty, and the last two lines are famous lines handed down from generation to generation.

Unexpectedly, the coffin lid closed a little more.

Huihai's face darkened, and he was about to recite another poem when the black cat pounced on him and knocked him away.

"Eastern wind blows flowers and thousands of trees at night. More blows fall, and stars rain. BMW carved cars are all over the road...Suddenly looking back, the man is there, in a dimly lit place."

The lid of the coffin suddenly cracked a big gap, obviously because of the high evaluation of this poem.

The black cat glanced at Hui Hai triumphantly, as if I was still awesome.

Under Chu Feng's signal, Xu Jiarong stepped forward and said: "Li Du's poems have been passed down by mouth, and it is not new. Talented people come out from generation to generation, and each has been in the limelight for hundreds of years."

The lid of Li Bai's coffin couldn't be held down anymore, so it was lifted directly.

With a wave of his hand, Chu Feng pushed back the coffin lid.

"Who did it?"

A hoarse voice came from the coffin.

"Don't worry, there is one more"

Chu Feng glanced at Su Shi.

"I"

Su Shi woke up in shock, just now three people and one cat chanting poems really shocked him, forget about people, even cats chanting poems are so good, what kind of world is this?

"Why don't you just recite poems, don't ink."

The black cat shamelessly pretended to be aggressive in front of Su Shi.

Su Shi thought for a while and said: "The great river goes east, the waves wash away, and there are people who have been romantic through the ages. The west of the old base... Life is like a dream, and one statue is still in the river and the moon."

After being silent for a while, Li Bai in the coffin sighed: "I didn't expect that Li would meet so many talented poets and poets when he was reborn. I'm so lucky."

(End of this chapter)