Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 678: The resurrected prophet



Chapter 678 The Resurrected Prophet

Xiaolan led the rice bucket through the deep bushes, and walked towards the forest hut where the coffin was placed, following the route in his memory.

The light in the forest was getting darker and darker. When the two walked out of a tree cover, Xiaolan realized that there was a rosy cloud in the sky, and the evening came.

She stopped, “Oh, it’s getting dark.”

The rice bucket also looked up when he heard the words, “Yes, auntie, we have to hurry up.”

“No,” Xiao Lan turned her head, “I’d better send you out of the ghost forest first, otherwise your mother will think you are missing too.”

“Don’t worry, Auntie, my parents won’t go home tonight.” Rice bucket said quickly.

“why?”

“Because they are looking for Ermao,” said Rice Bucket, “Everyone in the village has entered the mountains.”

“What if they find it?” Xiaolan eloquently uncovered the loopholes in these words.

“Then… Auntie, it’s okay, let’s find the book first, aren’t we coming soon? When you find the book, we can go back to the village at night. It’s safer too, isn’t it?”

This little fat man is actually weird and wise.

“Then let’s hurry up,” Xiaolan agreed, “I’ll be here soon.”

The two started to trot, and after about ten minutes, the rice bucket shouted out in surprise.

“Auntie! Isn’t that that?”

The small wooden house covered with plants is appearing among the dense trees in front.

found it.

“Wait,” Xiaolan picked up her skirt and ran to the door of the cottage, blocking the dining bucket of the curious probe outside the door, “Meeting bucket, Auntie can go in by herself.”

The cheerful face of the rice bucket suddenly collapsed.

“Why?” Rice Bucket said nonchalantly, “Didn’t you ask me to help?”

“just in case……”

“Auntie,” Rice Bucket grabbed Xiaolan’s sleeve and pleaded, “I was scared outside by myself. It was dark…”

You only now know that you are afraid?

Xiaolan turned around and looked at the coffin in the center of the wooden house, and then at the rice bucket she was begging for.

I’m not afraid of anything else, I’m afraid that what should I do if the rice bucket does something that shouldn’t be done, and the lotus is upset, what should I do?

“Then you just watch by the coffin, don’t touch it randomly, okay?” Xiaolan gave in.

The rice bucket agreed, of course, so the two of them took advantage of the daylight before they were completely dimmed, and carefully walked into the dusty wooden house.

The rice bucket followed Xiaolan’s breath, eyes wide open.

When the prophet’s face came into view, he did not hold back a “wow” for a while, followed closely and covered his mouth, looking at Xiaolan in horror and shame.

“It’s all right,” Xiaolan waved her hand, “It’s still possible to speak, what do you want to say?”

“The appearance of the prophet has not changed at all,” the rice bucket whispered, “is this the longevity? Longevity is great.”

“Really…” Xiaolan smiled perfunctorily, “He really hasn’t changed at all.”

“Really, it’s all over…” The rice bucket grabbed his fingers and counted. “It’s been several months. When the Prophet was buried, the tree was still not green.”

Xiaolan pricked her ears and listened to what the rice bucket said.

So, as I guessed, the Prophet’s coffin has been placed here for a long time.

During this period, Huolian was guarding him by the coffin. It was only a few days ago that she walked out of the ghost forest and entered the village, where she was caught by the villagers.

“Auntie, why did you steal the Prophet’s coffin?” asked the rice bucket.

“Ah…I…” I also want to know, “This is a secret.”

“Oh oh…” The rice bucket readily accepted the explanation, “Auntie, have you been in the ghost forest all this time?”

“more or less……”

“Then what do you eat?”

This is what I want to ask.

“I… just… there are so many things to eat in the woods, don’t you know?… Okay, look, there is no shadow of those books in the coffin.”

The rice bucket followed Xiaolan’s fingers and looked into the coffin, “Auntie, isn’t the book there.”

“Huh?” Xiaolan’s fingers were still in the air.

“The book is there,” Rice Bucket looked at Xiaolan questioningly, “Auntie, don’t you miss it?”

Even at such an awkward moment, even if Xiaolan’s eyes were about to come out, she still did not see the shadow of the book.

“I……”

“It’s just under the prophet’s head,” the rice bucket almost came forward and took out the book by himself, “that’s not it.”

Xiaolan tilted his head and looked at the yellow square under the prophet’s head.

“I thought it was a pillow.”

“It’s not a pillow,” the rice bucket shook his head, “Look, one…two, now, exactly two.”

Xiaolan immediately raised the head of the prophet, pulled out the two books underneath, and couldn’t wait to open the first one.

The rice bucket also came to look at it, Xiaolan thought for a while, but didn’t stop him.

The content of the book is very straightforward. It is a rainbow fart that is falling from the sky. The prophet is the **** of heaven, blessing the fire lotus village…

“Fire Lotus Village?”

The rice bucket raised his head and looked at Xiaolan, “Ang, what’s the matter?”

“No…nothing…”

Isn’t this Lianshui Village?

Fire Lotus Village? This is the name of Lianshui Village before?

Forget it, I’ll talk about it later.

Xiaolan turned to the last page, and the two of them browsed.

“Wow…” The rice bucket exclaimed again, “It turns out that the legend is true.”

Xiaolan’s eyes flicked **** the words in the dark, but the shock that those fonts gave her was not compromised at all.

The words    dazzlingly attracted her attention.

Resurrection.

“The prophet has gone through life and death, and finally successfully resurrected, at the fire lotus altar, he became the true fire lotus god.”

This is the end.

“At the Great Altar…”

“It turns out that the prophet is really resurrected,” the rice bucket looked at Xiaolan excitedly, “the prophet is really amazing, longevity is amazing…”

Xiaolan supported the side of his forehead, staring at the increasingly blurred text, thinking hard.

The book does not mention the reason why the villagers sent the prophet to the high altar, is it purely for the so-called “life and death”?

“Auntie, let’s take a look at the third book.” Lunchbox suggested.

“good……”

Maybe, all the answers are in this last book.

It was getting dark, and the light in the wooden house could hardly support the two of them to read the text, so they moved to the window and reverently opened the first page of the last book.

“Prophet…”

“boom!”

Suddenly, a loud noise appeared near the two of them, and the two shivered together, and the book was frightened.

“Ah! Auntie…” The rice bucket held Xiaolan’s arm tightly, “The door…the door is closed!…”

The loud noise came from the door of the wooden house. The wooden door was closed at this time. Through the window, Xiaolan saw a black figure drifting past the door.

Xiaolan recognized it almost instantly.

That is myself.

No, to be precise, it was Fire Lotus.

(End of this chapter)


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