Whenever Daoist Chu saw a burial site, he simply could not walk away. He stared fixedly at the ancient tree, black as charcoal, his feet pattering forward with the stubborn air of a child with an intellectual disability.
Ren Ye called to him several times, but he paid no attention, merely wiping the drool from his mouth as he walked.
Ren Ye could not see the coffin Daoist Chu had mentioned, and the chilly gusts around him gave him the creeps. He immediately stood up, limped over twenty meters away, and furtively crouched behind a rock to watch.
Daoist Chu reached the ancient tree. Gazing at its pitch-black trunk, which looked as though lightning had struck it, he could not help marveling, "Four hundred years of barren earth for a thousand li, eight hundred years of lush oasis-the Hidden Sea Dragon Cypress. What an absolutely peerless coffin!"
He sounded thoroughly knowledgeable, but Ren Ye did not quite understand. After all, his knowledge still fell somewhat short of this grave-robbing bastard's.
Still, seeing him talk about a coffin while staring straight ahead, Ren Ye suddenly caught on. Hmm...? Could that tree be the coffin he was talking about?!
With that, Daoist Chu became extremely respectful. First, he formed hand seals and chanted incantations for the ancient tree called the Hidden Sea Dragon Cypress, scattering offerings along the way.
Once everything was ready, he respectfully bowed to the Hidden Sea Dragon Cypress and murmured, "Senior, to keep my Order Supreme Treasure from gathering dust here, this junior has no choice but to break open your coffin and disturb you. Please don't hold it against me."
"If you must blame someone, the brat behind me put me up to all of this. Heavenly Venerable of Boundless Blessings...!"
As he murmured, he turned his