The Northern Song Dynasty returned south, seeking the truth of the Dao.

"What are you standing there for? It's freezing outside. Come inside!" The old man stood at the door of the wooden house, smiling and waving to Wang Zhenhuan, gesturing for him to go in.

For some reason, ever since he discovered the old man was surrounded by yin energy, Wang Zhenhuan felt uneasy despite the old man's smiling expression. A biting cold wind blew in his face, making him more alert.

He'd experienced everything from underwater caves to mirages and illusions. How could he be frightened by this tiny wooden hut? He gave a self-deprecating laugh, shook his head, and followed.

Upon entering the house, Wang Zhenhuan was still startled, even though he was somewhat prepared. Inside the main hall, there was a wooden coffin painted with clear varnish, facing directly out the door.

Seeing Wang Zhenhuan staring at the coffin in silence for a long time, Old Sun laughed and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Haha, startled, weren't you? Seeing a coffin brings wealth, young Taoist priest, don't be afraid!"

"May you be blessed, sir, you jest. How could a humble Taoist practitioner be afraid of such a thing? It's just a bit strange, though. Master Sun in my temple is so strong and healthy, why would he keep such a thing in his home?" Wang Zhenhuan waved his hand and asked Old Sun.

"Daoist Master, you are unaware of this. This coffin is a treasure. Come and see!" Old Sun said, walking up to the coffin. Wang Zhen followed closely behind, wanting to see what he was up to.

Old Sun whispered mysteriously to Wang Zhenhuan, "When you see it, Daoist, don't be surprised, and don't tell anyone. This is my exclusive brewing recipe."

"Of course, don't worry, sir. I'm not one to gossip," Wang Huanzhen replied, cupping his hands in greeting.

"I certainly believe in the Taoist priest, please look!" the old man said, then bent down and pressed his hand against the coffin lid. With a low shout, the coffin opened.

Wang Zhenhuan stared intently into the coffin and immediately frowned. Inside, he saw rows of identical wine jars. A rich aroma of wine wafted out.

But what made him frown wasn't the aroma of the wine. It was the thick, cloud-like resentment emanating from the coffin. This resentment was so intense that he could feel it even through the wine jar. Wang Zhenhuan couldn't help but ask.

"Old man, what's in this wine jar?"

When Old Man Sun heard Wang Zhenhuan's words, he was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Young Taoist priest, you jest. The wine jar definitely contains wine, what else could it contain?"

"Besides alcohol?" Wang Zhenhuan frowned, his expression grave as he asked again. Seeing Wang Zhenhuan's unpleasant expression and knowing he wasn't joking, Old Sun asked curiously.

"Besides the wine, there are naturally things used for infusing it. Could there be something wrong with my wine jar?"

"Problem? There's a huge problem. Let me ask you, old man. Have you been feeling uneasy lately, feeling cold at night? And when you go out, it feels like someone is following you?" Wang Zhenhuan asked him solemnly.

"This...this, hiss...Little Taoist priest, how did you know? I have been feeling this way lately, and it's getting worse. I feel very heavy. Before, I could do things very easily."

But lately, for some reason, I get tired very easily after doing just a little bit of work.” When Old Man Sun heard Wang Zhenhuan’s question, his expression immediately changed, and he looked somewhat flustered.

He pulled Wang Zhenhuan's hand and sat down on a chair. He pleaded with Wang Zhenhuan, "Young Taoist priest, what exactly happened to me? What did you see?"

Wang Zhenhuan waved his hand at him and said, "Old man, don't be in such a hurry. Close the coffin first. We can talk about it slowly. Now that I've seen it, I certainly won't ignore it."

Hearing Wang Zhenhuan's words, Old Sun's expression softened considerably. He had been utterly terrified by Wang Zhenhuan's words. He had sensed every single one of the situations Wang Zhenhuan had mentioned.

And recently it's become increasingly intense, and he doesn't know why. However, this situation decreases significantly when he goes to town. He had previously assumed it was a problem with his location.

Now, after hearing what Wang Zhenhuan said, it seems there's more to the story. Old Sun got up worriedly and laboriously closed the coffin lid. This coffin is acting strangely today too.

It wasn't difficult to open, but closing it was unusually heavy, and he didn't know why. After Old Sun closed the coffin, he took a few breaths and sat down next to Wang Zhenhuan again.

"Young Taoist priest, what has happened to me? Why do I feel so unwell?"

Wang Zhenhuan waved his hand at him, signaling him not to get agitated. He then asked, "What happened is for you to ask. Why is there such overwhelming resentment in this coffin?"

"Resentment? How could there be resentment? I've never hurt anyone, so where would the resentment come from?" Old Sun was stunned when he heard Wang Zhenhuan's words. He never expected that the problem lay here.

"I don't know about that, you'll have to figure it out yourself, sir. My senses are never wrong, there's bound to be a lot of resentment in this coffin, and even you have some yin energy clinging to you."

"If one didn't harbor hatred in life and die with unresolved grievances, such deep resentment wouldn't arise," Wang Zhenhuan explained solemnly to Old Sun. This matter is definitely not as simple as it seems.

The resentment within the coffin was so intense, yet it couldn't be sensed at all outside. The reason for this was the material of the coffin. It was made of jujube wood.

Jujube wood, also known as red sandalwood or, in folk terms, red flower sandalwood, is considered an extremely yang substance. Taoists often use it to create ritual implements, with jujube wood struck by lightning being considered the best.

It was this jujube wood coffin that isolated most of the resentment. This is why, although the resentment here was dense, it did not give rise to any evil spirits. However, this coffin had not been blessed, and it had its limits.

Old Sun was feeling increasingly unwell because the resentment within the coffin had reached its limit. Even the jujube wood couldn't contain it, and it seeped into the entire house, causing this situation.

However, the laws of the Song Dynasty stipulated that people who cut down mulberry and jujube trees for firewood would be punished: if they cut down mulberry trees for more than three jobs, the ringleader would be executed and the followers would be exiled three thousand miles; if they cut down mulberry trees for less than three jobs, the punishment would be reduced to death or forced labor, and the followers would be sentenced to three years of penal servitude.

Cutting down mulberry and jujube trees indiscriminately is punishable by death. Even if Old Sun had lived in the palace before, he couldn't possibly be unaware of this. Therefore, this coffin must have been deliberately made at his behest.

In other words, the fact that this old man Sun crafted this coffin, brimming with resentment, suggests that someone was behind it all. However, judging from his expression, his nervousness and panic didn't seem feigned.

There is only one explanation for this situation: he was also a victim who was deceived and did this without knowing the truth!