Chapter 287 Millennium Coffin

The next day, in front of the gate of Kaihua Temple, hundreds of meters of forbidden line were pulled out from afar. Several policemen maintained order and prevented idlers from entering. Zhang Ping and Liu Dahai are circling around the loquat tree, while the three women, Ouyangqing and Gao Xiaojin Yili, looked at Zhang Ping pointing fingers over there with skeptical.

"Yili, what did Zhang Ping see? Why did he tamp on this loquat tree?" Ouyangqing was very puzzled. Last night, Liu Dahai told her about this. She only regarded it as a joke, but now it seems that it is really true. Although she has known Zhang Ping for a long time, she is certainly not as familiar as Ellie.

"Who knows? This person has always been a little strange. I don't understand. Take your time." Eli was also a little curious, holding Gao Xiaojin's arm. The two are not like the swordsmanship when they quarreled last night, and now they look more like a couple. Gao Xiaojin stared at Zhang Ping's figure, who kept walking around, and wanted to know what this guy wanted to do.

Zhang Pinggao made two laps, pointed to a ground about two meters away from the loquat tree, and signaled to start digging from here. Several migrant workers picked up tools and began to dig pits as Zhang Ping said. Zhang Pingren sat next to him, drinking tea and chatting. This scene is like a few supervisors. In fact, it is not bad to supervise the work. These migrant workers and the police who maintain order naturally have a lot of benefits. Of course, it is Zhang Ping who pays for it. For the sake of money, these people still work very hard.

During the banquet, Liu Dahai was like a curious baby, asking Zhang Ping why he was interested in this loquat tree. Zhang Ping looked at the people with confusion and knew that the question mark had been hovering in their minds for a long time, so he smiled strangely and said, "Do you still remember the coral tree? Li Weizhang's death's autopsy report can be said that his lower abdomen was like freezing, which shows the importance of his yin. Before, I felt a terrible gloomy spirit on the coral tree, so I wanted to remind him. It's a pity, it's a pity.

Liu Dahai asked puzzled, "That's a coral tree. This is a loquat tree. How can it have anything to do with it?"

Ouyangqing also echoed, "That's right. What's more, one is in the sea and the other is on land. It's even worse. I don't understand."

Zhang Ping looked at them and noticed that Gao Xiaojin seemed to nod slightly, so he asked him, "Xiao Jin, what do you think? Let's talk about it."

Gao Xiaojin glanced at him and said angrily, "What else can I do? You must have felt something evil again, so it's a mystery!"

Ellie patted her thigh and shouted, "Yes, Zhang Ping, how do you feel? Why can't I feel it?"

Zhang Ping pretended to be an old man and said with a smile, "This is a heavenly chance. Hey hey, you don't have enough cultivation, so naturally there is no chance. Eli, I have taught you magic skills. As long as you practice continuously, well, in less than 20 years, you will have a little feeling. Haha"

Ellie was so angry that she pinched Zhang Ping and said, "What's more, you don't feel anything about your kung fu until now. At best, it makes me a little tired and sleep quality is better."

Zhang Ping dodged her attack, watched everyone staring at him, and stopped joking. He said in a low voice, "Xiao Jin is right. I did feel a strong evil spirit on this loquat tree. I have also found someone to know about it before. Many people say that this Kaihua Temple is haunted, and this loquat tree is, the old people say that it is better not to get close to pregnant women or babies, otherwise there will be some accidents. So I suspect that there must be something strange under this tree.

After listening to Ouyangqing, he glanced at the loquat tree and suddenly found that there were a few yellow orange loquat fruits scattered in the middle of the thick leaves on it. He quickly called out and pointed it out to everyone to watch.

Zhang Ping remembered the consequences of eating loquat fruit that day and quickly said to them, "This fruit is also very strange. Wait a minute. I'll pick it."

After a while, Zhang Ping picked all the loquat fruits, with a total of five loquat fruits. After showing it to everyone, he admitted, "Guys, to be honest, I have eaten one of this fruit, but what about this effect? Hey hey, it's extremely cold. Fortunately, it has been eliminated by my internal strength. In addition, I'm afraid there are other side effects. Anyway, it's better not to try this fruit.

Gao Xiaojin reached out and grabbed a fruit and said coldly, "Anyway, I have a share in it. I'll take one back and study it."

Seeing that he stretched out his hand, Liu Dawu was also a little hesitant and wanted to take one, but it hindered Zhang Ping's face. What kind of person Zhang Ping is. He has long looked at everyone's expressions carefully and said with a smile, "In this case, that's good. Everyone takes a piece of fruit, just one for each person. It's also arranged by God. However, I can warn everyone in advance that it is better to be careful. The cold power of this fruit is not small.

Seeing that Zhang Ping didn't mind, everyone was not polite. They each took a loquat fruit and put it away. At this time, the migrant workers who are digging the pit over there have dug more than two meters deep, and there are four square pits of nearly two meters in length and width. Among them, many branches of loquat trees were cut off by migrant workers.

Zhang Ping told him in advance that he needed to pay attention when he dug more than two meters. The migrant workers were more obedient. When he dug to this depth, he not only began to be cautious, but also called Zhang Ping over and watched.

With a bang, a migrant worker's shovel hit something and bounced high. Zhang Ping saw that there was a movement and quickly stopped the migrant workers from continuing to move. Instead, he jumped into the pit and slowly dug away. The rest of the people looked carefully. Under Zhang Ping's action, a rectangular object slowly appeared under the deep pit. The whole body was a little pale black, and there were a lot of earth embroidery on it. Obviously, it had been many years. At this time, only half of them appeared in their eyes, and the other half was hidden in the soil, which was close to the direction of the loquat tree. Even on this half, there are many vines around this object, which is obviously the root of the loquat tree.

Everyone looked at this thing with great interest, and Zhang Ping carefully cleaned up the earth embroidery on it, revealing its original appearance. The whole body of such an object wrapped around the root of the tree is black and purple. The Buddha is carved into a whole piece. Looking closely, you can see that it is actually made of a wooden board. However, there are some rare lines on the board, like running water, simple, clear and full of dynamic beauty. The color of the same wooden board is the same, and these flowing lines are also purple and black. It can be seen that they are originally born on the wooden board. On the corner of the ground, the board looks a little rough, and it seems that it has not been carefully polished, let alone paint.

Zhang Ping liked this pattern very much. He reached out to touch it and suddenly felt a chill coming in along his fingers. He quickly let go of his hand and said in surprise, "What a cold force. It seems that the coldness of this loquat tree comes from this thing."

Ouyang Qing suddenly screamed: "This is a coffin, a cold iron coffin! How can it be like this?" There was a trembling in the tone, which sounded like some fear. Liu Dahai quickly hugged her body and asked what was going on?

Ouyangqing pointed to the coffin and said, "In the early years, I read my father's travels. It said that this kind of wood is called cold iron wood. As Zhang Ping just said, this cold iron wood is extremely cold. It is mostly born in bitter cold places or underground caves. The wood is extremely hard, like a raw iron, which is difficult to damage. In ancient times, some people used it to make a cold iron coffin, which could keep the body last for a long time. However, my father's travel notes are not very detailed. It's just that if you encounter this kind of coffin, it's better not to touch it. There may be some accident.

Hearing what she said, everyone couldn't help stepping back half a step. Only Zhang Ping, who was left in the pit, said with a smile, "It's daytime now. Even if any thousand-year-old zombies come out, you don't have to be afraid."

Eliya jumped out of the distance. Obviously, she was shocked by the four words "thousand-year-old zombie". She said to Zhang Ping in fear: "What's not good, what to say about zombies. What if it's really this thing?

Zhang Ping laughed and continued his sorting out work indifferently. After finishing almost, he told the migrant workers to continue to dig out the remaining half, and the reward was doubled. Although the migrant workers were afraid, they could not stand the charm of money. They dared to jump into the pit and continue to dig the other half of the coffin.

With a goal, digging is naturally fast. In less than half an hour, it has been hollowed out around the coffin, and according to Zhang Ping's instructions, the other direction has been dug out three meters long, which is enough to move the whole coffin out.

At this time, Liu Dahai had already told his eldest brother Liu Dawen by phone. When the latter heard that he had dug out a coffin, he had a lot of interest. He immediately informed the experts of the city museum and went to the scene to investigate. Zhang Ping got the news and knew that it was inevitable, so he moved the coffin out and then stopped to wait for the arrival of the expert.

Two experts came quickly. One was Jin Rong, the curator of the museum, and the other was Milan's father, the famous collector Mi Changqing. After coming to the scene, he saw the coffin, his eyes were shining, and he ignored Zhang Ping. He rushed directly to the edge of the coffin and began to investigate and research. Zhang Pingren is also familiar with the hobbies of these old experts and stays quietly, waiting for the conclusions of the two experts.

Soon, after a careful investigation, the two put forward their own conclusion: this coffin is at least thousands of years old, and its material, as Ouyangqing said, belongs to the best cold iron wood production. This cold iron coffin alone is already worth a great value. Among them, I don't know what kind of treasure there is. At present, it is still indistinguishable. Only by opening it can we know what is going on.