My master is the coffin

Chapter 589 The Disappearing Ganoderma lucidum

It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

I muttered in disarray, then bent down.He murmured, "Where is Lingzhi?"

Then, I froze.

It turns out that Ganoderma lucidum is so easy to find.But when I found it, I was extremely disappointed.

Because I saw a lot of Ganoderma lucidum, it can be said that it is all over the mountains and plains.They are like corn seedlings, next to each other.

It wasn't just me who was stunned.The rest of the people were also startled.

The abbot was squatting right behind me, and he touched his bare scalp: "This place, this place, maybe someone is growing Ganoderma lucidum. Is this a Ganoderma lucidum field?"

I shook my head, and said vaguely: "No matter how amazing the ganoderma is, it can be regarded as a mushroom biologically. It cannot grow like this. Even if it is artificially cultivated, it is not raised like this. This is not right, how can it be densely packed? How come it grows so much? There is something wrong with this land.”

Bi Xi dragged me away: "It's only a person who can see that there is a problem here. Can you make it work by stepping back? Don't trample on these Ganoderma lucidum, maybe there is a thin man's remnant soul here."

I pointed at the Ganoderma lucidum and stuttered for a while.Only a hundred or so villagers died here.Do we need so much Ganoderma lucidum?There are thousands of Ganoderma lucidum, millions, tens of millions...

Old Pluto knelt down and put his palm on a Ganoderma lucidum.I didn't speak for a long time.Of course we know what she is doing.

Wushuang asked, "How is it? Is there a skinny man's soul in it?"

The old Pluto said slowly: "There is indeed a little soul in it. However, I don't know if it belongs to the skinny man or not."

The old Pluto here is the oldest.Although we felt that this answer was a bit nonsense, no one said anything.Only Bi Xi was already very old, and he said in a cynical way: "You have seen the soul of the skinny man, but you can't tell if it's his?"

The old Pluto said: "You will know it once you feel it."

As expected, Bixi stretched out his hand and held these Ganoderma lucidum as promised.After a while, he nodded slowly: "So that's the case."

We nervously asked, "Which one?"

Bi Xi said: "The soul inside is extremely weak, almost negligible. If it weren't for our strong perception ability, we would not have discovered it at all."

I rubbed my temples involuntarily, I have a headache right now.

I went to the middle of the field and sensed these Ganoderma lucidum one by one.There are signs of souls in each one, but each one is extremely weak.

The abbot smacked his lips: "Are we going to pick mushrooms? I'm afraid we will have to work on such a large area until dawn."

Those little Taoist priests said one after another: "Even if it is dawn, I can't finish it. And I have to get out the souls inside one by one. I'm afraid it will take ten or eight years."

I was a little annoyed when I heard it, and I really wanted to find someone to beat me up.But I restrained myself.

I turned around and asked the old Pluto, what should we do now?
The old Pluto avoided those Ganoderma lucidum, sat down far away, took a deep breath, and said, "We are all calm, there is no use in worrying."

We all nodded, took a deep breath, and relaxed.

The old Pluto said: "There are soul fluctuations in these ganoderma lucidum. Obviously, they are formed after the death of those dead people."

I nodded: "The key question is, why so many?"

The abbot interrupted and said, "Maybe they were delicate and thoughtful during their lifetime. So after death, they left behind a lot of memories. So there are more Ganoderma lucidum here?"

This answer was rejected by us on the spot.

Mrs. Zhang took out the mahogany sword and pulled out the remnant soul inside.She asked, "Do you know what's going on? Why do your people leave behind so many memories after death?"

The remnant soul had no idea what these Ganoderma lucidum represented.There are things that I remember before I was alive, but I don't know anything about it.We asked several times and got no useful information.Simply, let it go back.

The fat man asked the old Pluto: "If we take all these ganoderma back and find the souls one by one, how long will it take?"

The old Pluto thought for a while and said, "About a month."

Then, she said: "Fatty, we can finish this job within a month if we put together a few people. But is the soul in it the same person? With so many Ganoderma lucidum added together, is the soul in it complete?" ? Why are there so many Ganoderma lucidum here? Will the reason affect the skinny people? We all have to think about it.”

Fatty nodded.Did not speak again.

The abbot suddenly proposed, "I have a way."

I said, "Abbot, you have been unreliable in your work many times, what bad idea do you have this time?"

The abbot ignored my sarcasm, and said solemnly: "All of us, each find a more comfortable enemy, then close our eyes, sleep, and when tomorrow dawns, the matter may be resolved."

This proposal is simply nonsense, and it is very demanding.But the abbot has his own reasons. He said: "The yin is heavy at night. Many times, when we look at things, we are confused by ghosts. When the yang is sufficient during the day, it will be solved naturally. Ghosts hit the wall and so on. Is it all true?"

We have to admit that there is some truth in the abbot's explanation.But we don't want to sleep, every second is precious, we have to discuss countermeasures.

At the beginning, we racked our brains to think about it, but later, our minds became confused, and we continued to come up with strange theories.One explanation is that we're so tired, we're getting a little delirious with sleep.Another explanation is that all the possibilities have been mentioned, and we have no choice but to think more and more biased, and the more we think, the more bizarre.

Later, the brainstorming turned into a bullshit theory that just anybody came up with.Then it was rejected by everyone.

During this process, Fatty's little apprentices took the lead in falling asleep in the field.Then there's Fatty himself.Their cultivation base is still shallow, and staying up late is still a painful thing for them.

And the abbot, after announcing early that our actions were futile, also fell asleep.

We hold on until dawn.It was later discovered that sleeping is also contagious.Influenced by the even breathing of the fat man and the abbot and the sound of snoring, we also began to doze off.

Still later, ideas came up that had to do with sleep.

I yawned a few times and fell asleep somehow.

When I woke up again, I saw the sun was shining brightly.The sun is at this height, probably already eight or nine o'clock.

I woke up those around me.I rubbed my eyes and said, "Let's continue discussing, what's the matter with the Ganoderma lucidum here?"

The abbot yawned and said, "What's the matter? Let's see if it's a trick. Now the sun is shining and the yang energy is abundant. Let's see if there is any change in those Ganoderma lucidum."

When we were lying in the grass and looking for those Ganoderma lucidum, something strange happened.These Ganoderma lucidum all disappeared.

We were stunned and flustered, only the abbot clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "It seems that I really hit the mark, there is a trick at night."

I grabbed him and said, "Don't worry about the tricks. Where is the ganoderma? Where is the ganoderma?"

The abbot dodged back: "What's the matter? Do you want to touch porcelain? I can't get Ganoderma lucidum. Don't ask me for it."

The old Pluto said: "We are all looking around to see if there is any shadow of Ganoderma lucidum."

We found noon and pretty much turned this place over.But nothing was found.Those Ganoderma lucidum seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.In other words, several of us collectively had a dream.

While searching, I did find a stone wall.After thousands of years of weathering, it is completely out of shape.The stone lost its edges and corners, almost becoming a rough oval.When you touch it with your fingers, there are layers of stone chips falling off.

I recognize that they used to be a yard.So I walk in.Back then, the eldest lady had killed many villagers here.In other words, some villagers have died here.There should be Ganoderma lucidum in this place.

But I searched carefully, but found nothing.I found skulls, corpses, and even some rough daily necessities, but there was no Ganoderma lucidum.

(End of this chapter)