Covering the Heavens: Fishing for the Heavens Starting from the Great Accomplished Holy Body

The following time passed slowly in a state of tension and anxiety.

Some people have tried to study the carvings on the coffin walls, but most of them are blurry and difficult to understand.

Some people sobbed softly, while others prayed quietly.

Ye Fan, Pang Bo, Zhou Yi, and others sat together, quietly discussing the possible scenarios, but they were all clueless.

Li Qingchen sat quietly next to Ye Fan, occasionally shining a flashlight on the patterns on the coffin wall, seemingly quite interested in those ancient designs.

After an unknown amount of time, the bronze coffin suddenly shook violently.

Immediately afterwards, the persistent, jolting sensation, as if traveling at high speed, abruptly stopped.

The coffin was deathly silent; everyone held their breath.

After a few seconds, someone said in a trembling voice, "Stop...stopped?"

"Has it landed?"

Crunch!

A heavy, slow friction sound rang out.

The lid of the bronze coffin slid open by itself, creating a crack, without anyone touching it.

Blinding light poured in through the cracks, mixing with the beam of the flashlight inside the coffin, illuminating the swirling dust and the astonished faces of the crowd.

"bright!"

"The door's open! We can get out!"

Amidst a mixture of hope and fear, the group hesitated before slowly moving toward the glimmer of light.

Ye Fan took a deep breath and nodded to Pang Bo and Zhou Yi: "I'll go take a look first."

He cautiously approached the crack, peered out, and was immediately stunned.

The place outside wasn't Mount Tai, nor was it any place he was familiar with.

What came into view was a vast, desolate, dark red land.

The sky was a murky, dark yellow, with two suns of different sizes hanging in the sky, and the outline of a massive crater on the distant horizon.

The air was dry and cold, with a distinct rusty smell.

"Where...where am I?"

Ye Fan murmured.

Pang Bo also came over to look, his eyes wide with surprise: "My God, are we on Mars?!"

More and more people crowded to the edge of the gap, and after seeing the scene outside, exclamations of surprise rose and fell.

"This is not Earth!"

"We were taken to an alien planet by that coffin?!"

Panic spread again.

But staying trapped in the coffin forever isn't a solution.

Ye Fan composed himself and turned to the others, saying, "No matter where we are, let's get out of here first. Staying in the coffin is more dangerous."

He was the first to squeeze through the gap.

My feet sank into the dark red ground, which was covered with gravel and pebbles; it felt hard and cold to the touch.

The air was thin, making it a little difficult to breathe, but it was still bearable.

The others followed one after another, standing beside the giant bronze coffin, looking at this extremely unfamiliar world, feeling lost and helpless.

"Look over there!"

Lin Jia suddenly pointed into the distance.

Looking around, they could vaguely see the outline of a broken wall and ruins about several hundred meters away, seemingly a ruin standing quietly in the dim light.

"There's a building there, let's go take a look!"

Zhou Yi's spirits lifted.

The presence of buildings implies the possibility of people, or at least clues.

The group helped each other as they trudged towards the ruins.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the building was not the modern structure one might imagine, but rather an extremely ancient temple ruin that had long since weathered and collapsed.

Several massive stone pillars lay askew on the ground, and the broken palace walls were covered with dark red moss. Above the lintel of the remaining half of the palace hung a cracked plaque with three indistinct ancient characters carved on it.

"The Great...Thunder...Temple?"

Some people recognized that the voice was filled with disbelief.

"A Buddhist temple? How could there be a Buddhist temple on Mars?"

"And it's the Great Thunder Temple, isn't that a place from 'Journey to the West'?"

What they saw was so bizarre that everyone felt a sense of disorientation.

They looked at each other, but had no other choice but to head towards the ruins.

The ruins of the Great Thunder Temple are even more dilapidated than they appear from a distance. Huge stone pillars are broken and collapsed, covered with dark red moss. The remaining half of the hall casts a long shadow under the dim light, exuding an indescribable desolation.

The palace gates were long gone, leaving only a dark, gaping entrance.

"Go in and take a look, but be careful."

Ye Fan reminded him and went in first.

The interior space was larger than I had imagined, but it was equally dilapidated, with a thick layer of dust on the floor and a musty smell in the air.

The surrounding walls are covered with faint, mottled murals, but most of them are blurry and difficult to discern.

The most eye-catching feature is in the center of the main hall, where there is an ancient tree that has long since died, with only the trunk and a few twisted branches remaining, its bark cracked like scales.

There were some things scattered under the tree.

A rusty, ancient bronze lamp.

A broken Vajra pestle.

A string of nearly untied sandalwood prayer beads.

A bronze mirror covered in cracks.

A worn-out broom with only the wooden handle remaining.

There were also a few other miscellaneous items, all of which looked incredibly ancient.

"These... look like Buddhist ritual implements?"

Wang Ziwen squatted down and carefully picked up the sandalwood prayer beads. They felt heavy in her hand, and although they were worn, they had a warm and smooth feel to them.

"Can I take these things?"

Lin Jia pointed to the half of the broken wooden fish that was covered in dust.

"At a time like this, why worry about so much? Just take what you think is useful; it might be useful for self-defense."

As Zhou Yi spoke, he picked up a broken bronze bell about the size of a palm.

Seeing this, the others also stepped forward and each picked up one or two items.

Ye Fan's gaze fell on a seed buried under the withered tree, about the size of a longan, pale golden in color, with natural patterns on its surface.

He bent down to pick it up, and its warm, smooth texture brought a sense of tranquility to his heart.

"Bodhi seeds?"

He recalled some legends, felt a slight stirring in his heart, and carefully put the seeds away.

......

On the other hand, Li Qingchen's reaction was completely different from everyone else's.

While others were still hesitating or carefully choosing, her pair of emerald green dragon eyes suddenly lit up in the dim light!

"Wow, these are all great things!"

She let out a small cheer, and like a green breeze, she darted to the pile of broken magical artifacts in a flash.

With a swift movement of his left hand, he obtained the rusty but ancient-looking bronze lamp.

The lamp was cool to the touch, and the faint lines of its surface shimmered as it passed over her fingertips.

With her right hand, she reached out and firmly grasped the bronze mirror, which was covered in cracks but still reflected a blurry image. The handle felt warm and smooth to the touch, making her squint comfortably.

Immediately afterwards, her gaze swept across the ground and she saw the half of the Vajra Pestle on the ground. She thought its shape was quite unique, so she immediately bent down and suddenly had another item in her arms!

He held a bronze lamp in his left hand, an ancient bronze mirror in his right, and half a Vajra pestle in his arms.

In the blink of an eye, she had picked up a full pile of items, the magical artifacts clinking together softly.

She wasn't satisfied yet. She looked left and right with her little head and caught sight of a worn-out broom with only a wooden handle that Zhou Yi had just put down and was still hesitating whether to pick up.

The broom handle appeared to be made of some kind of dark sandalwood, with faint patterns.