" There's a mountain behind us, a green dragon on the left, a white tiger on the right, and a mountain in front of us. The water is winding..."
Gu Shaoxuan carried the black metal coffin and found a good place without attracting anyone's attention.
" I didn't expect the Eight Treasures Stronghold to have such a good place, and it hasn't been 'used' by the predecessors..." Gu Shaoxuan sighed, then shook his head and laughed."What am I thinking? These things have long become feudal superstitions. No one believes in this anymore…It's just nice for me."
He found a shady spot and took down the black coffin on his back. The metal coffin that weighed over a thousand pounds was as light as a feather in his hand. It did not make a sound when it landed on the ground.
Then, he took out some incense, candles, paper money, and some other messy things that he had already prepared.
Before long, Gu Shaoxuan erected a simple spiritual altar beside the black coffin.
