Volume 1 Chapter 37 Third Uncle is a Ghost Messenger

  "This is not the small coffin I saw." Hong Jun said to San Shu and Lao Diao. Because, this small coffin, although its shape was almost identical to what he had seen before, but in terms of size, it was a whole centimeter longer than the small coffin he had seen at that time, and its width was twice as large.

  "So there's still a small coffin in the Yang world?" The Third Uncle and Old Di exchanged a glance.

  "I don't know, but these two small coffins look very similar on the outside." Hong Jun said, suddenly having an epiphany, "Third Uncle, Grandmother said you're a coffin guard, guarding the coffin, could it be referring to this small coffin?"

  Third Uncle nodded.

  "Well, since you're the coffin bearer and this is the coffin you're supposed to be guarding, why didn't Lin Daozhang take it with him when he took you away?" Hong Jun asked again.

  "Because, however, the things inside the coffin were in a state of mutual conflict with me, giving rise to a mysterious power. If the coffin was by my side, it would attract me to try and overcome it with all my might, and at that time I was already on my last breath. Even if the great Luojin Immortal had been there, he wouldn't have been able to keep me alive for even a moment longer. With no other choice, Lin Daozhang used his magical powers to seal the coffin and left it at home, taking only me with him." Third Uncle said, "As long as the coffin is a certain distance away from me, there won't be any attractive force, and I'll be able to temporarily avoid disaster."

  Rui Xin rolled her eyes: "Putting this small coffin in the village won't have any impact on the villagers?"

  "Lin Daozhang spent ten years of effort to suppress the small coffin, and within those ten years, the evil spirit was unable to wreak havoc." San Shu said, "So, Lin Daozhang took the small coffin away from the village after ten years. It was also to avoid the evil spirit breaking out of the coffin."

  "This Lin Dao Long is so formidable, the three of you, the guardians of the coffin, barely managed to suppress the demon spirit with your lives on the line, but he actually suppressed it for ten years with his ten years of cultivation." Hong Jun was shocked.

  "This idea of yours is wrong. Do you know the allusion 'the last straw that broke the camel's back'?" asked Third Uncle.

  Hong Jun nodded.

  "We were all the straws in front, and Lin Daozhang was just the last straw." San Shu said, "He simply gave a push when the demon spirit was about to be sealed."

  "Ah." Hong Jun understood. But then he thought of something else: "Isn't the demon spirit extremely formidable? You guys have risked three lives after all."

  "No, although Mo Ling's abilities are profound, there are still those who can restrain him." San Shu said, "In the vast world, a drop of dirty water can curdle a bean curd, one thing can subdue another."

  "Who can stop him?" Hong Jun pursued closely.

  "Get married." Third Uncle was concise.

  "What's 'huaqing'? Who is that?" Hong Jun asked again.

  "Wait, I'll get to him soon," said Third Uncle with a cough.

  Hong Jun smiled awkwardly, he didn't know how he suddenly had so many questions either. Maybe it was because the things he encountered were too strange, his brain couldn't understand them for a while and that's why he had so many questions.

  He didn't ask about that matter anymore, his question immediately turned to another matter: "Then, how did this coffin return to you now? Won't it harm you now?"

  "At that time, I was taken to the Taoist temple by Lin Daozhang, and I only had breath going out but not coming in," San Shu said with a cough, "Thanks to Lin Daozhang's master, who exhausted ten years of his life to pull me back from the brink of death. His master also lost his life because of this."

  Later, under Lin Daozhang's guidance, I learned some physical strengthening techniques and my body gradually became stronger. However, due to the severe damage to my true yuan from sealing the demon spirit at birth, my seven spirits were incomplete, so I couldn't learn many of Lin Daozhang's powerful techniques.

  By the time I was ten years old, my body had slowly recovered to a normal level. Lin Daozhang told me that my survival task is to guard the small coffin. The coffin has been away from me for ten years now. If it takes too long, the coffin will automatically unseal itself, and when the time comes, the things inside will come out, and who knows how many huge waves will be stirred up. So, I must take it back. Therefore, he came to the village, brought the coffin to the Taoist temple, and from then on, this coffin has always been by my side, and my body has become weak and sickly."

  "When the little three-year-old went missing, I felt that this coffin was definitely a big deal, so I quietly hid it away. At the time, things were too unbelievable, so I repeatedly warned all parties involved not to spread rumors everywhere, lest they bring trouble upon themselves. The strange personal experience combined with my identity as a fortune teller made everyone believe me. Moreover, at that time, it was a special period of turmoil, and people were afraid of being labeled as heretics, so no one dared to talk about this matter. As a result, the parties involved kept the matter hidden, and over time, everyone forgot about it. In fact, nobody wanted to mention this matter, even if they did, it's unlikely that anyone would believe them. So, you didn't know that you had an uncle three either." Old Jia said, "And your grandfather, he witnessed the strange events of that night, although he was heartbroken for his son, he knew he couldn't bring him back. After a period of depression, he slowly accepted this fact."

  After ten years, Lin Daozhang suddenly came to find me and told me that he had come to take the small coffin. I was originally uneasy about hiding this thing, and when I saw the person who put it down back then coming to take it, I handed it over to Lin Daozhang like a plague god. However, when I asked about Sanzi's situation, Lin Daozhang only said one sentence: In twenty years, on his birthday, go to the village entrance to pick him up. Then he left.

  "So from the age of ten, I took over the task of the three dead ghost messengers and became a coffin guard. This one guard lasted thirty years."

  "Wait, Third Uncle, you mean to say that you're a Guardian of the Coffin, which means you're also a Ghost Messenger?" Hong Jun interrupted Third Uncle's words. It wasn't until now that he realized he had overlooked an important fact from the very beginning - his medicine jar, Third Uncle, was a Ghost Messenger, a ghost, a ghost, wasn't it?

  Could it be that San Shu is a ghost?

  Thinking of this, he involuntarily shifted his buttocks towards the outer edge of the bed.

  "Ah, you...you are..." Rui Xin also understood at this moment, and her handsome face added some panic, losing the calmness and dignity of her usual days. She stood up from the sofa and leaned against Hong Jun's side. At this moment, Hong Jun was the person she could rely on most.

  "Don't be afraid, I'm your third uncle. Even if I were a ghost, would I harm you?" Third Uncle said to Hong Jun with a cough.

  Hong Jun looked at his third uncle, who was coughing violently, and his mind quickly turned. Ah, yes, the medicine jar in front of him was his own third uncle, who had watched him grow up over the past decade, watching him eat, drink, and talk, even if he were a ghost, he was still his own third uncle after all.

  And if he really had ill intentions, would it have taken him until now? Ten years of time, being by his side every day, if he really wanted to harm me, I would have died 99 times even as a nine-lived cat.

  He is his own uncle, he won't harm himself.

  Thinking of this, Hong Jun smiled awkwardly and gestured to Rui Xin to sit down: "It's okay, he's my third uncle." Then he forced a smile at his third uncle, "Third Uncle, I just can't accept this matter for the time being, it's not that I'm afraid of you..."

  "Haha." Third Uncle laughed heartily, "You're indeed my nephew, figuring out the key points so quickly and keeping a clear head at critical moments. Good, good."

  "Third Uncle..." was pierced through by Third Uncle's words, and Hong Jun's face turned red.

  "I'm not a ghost now, I'm a ghost who has been reborn as a human. Now I am a living person." Third Uncle said to Hong Jun. This made Hong Jun's heart completely at ease. His third uncle's life might be different from ordinary people, and he used to be a ghost, but now he wasn't, he was a human being, just like himself, with flesh and blood.

  "Alright, let's get back to the topic. I'll tell you two kids about the grave guard." Old Jia's words helped to relieve Hong Jun's embarrassment.

  "Hmm," San Shu lowered his head and thought for a moment, pointing to the small black coffin that Hong Jun had been holding in his hand all along, "This small coffin, can you tell what material it's made of?"

  Hong Jun took a closer look at the small, dark coffin. It was neither gold nor wood, and it didn't seem to be made of jade or stone either. It had a slightly soft feel to it, but when he applied more pressure, it became incredibly hard. At this moment, it was emitting a faint black glow. Even though it was a sweltering summer day and the coffin had been in his hands for some time, it still gave off a chilly feeling, as if the surrounding temperature had no effect on it whatsoever.