Ye Yang took out something wrapped in oil paper from his backpack and handed it into the hands of the coffin monk.

From the appearance of that thing, it looks like a cake?

Could it be that Ye Qianyang left a pile of big cakes for the coffins?

While I was still wondering, the coffin man already took the oiled paper package with trembling hands and opened it in the heavy rain.

Inside, there are really three sesame cakes.

"Master...Master!" The coffin monk held the sesame cake in his hands, hugged it to his chest, and knelt on the ground crying.

While I was wondering, I heard Xie Bangui say: "When you worship the ancestor in the coffin door, you must give three sesame cakes to the coffin monks."

"It is said that when the Coffin Gate was first built, we were very poor. Being able to eat sesame cakes was the greatest happiness for the individual Coffin people who were only a few years old at the time."

"At that time, whenever Master Jiu Coffin made sesame cakes for him, he would always stand by the pot, waiting to pick up the sesame seeds that fell from the cakes."

"Later, the coffin sect came to dominate the art world, and the Nine Coffin Taoist priests passed away. The coffin disciples continued to dominate the art world. But his biggest wish was to eat the sesame cakes made by the ancestor again."

"The coffin practitioners always say: Even the royal chef can't cook the taste of the master."

When I looked at the man in the coffin, I saw that he was holding the three sesame cakes tightly to his chest, as if he was afraid of being caught in the rain.

He himself was in tears.

I not only sighed:

What Coffin Sanren did was wrong, but his feelings for the coffin door were true.

He is a person living in contradiction.

Ye Qianyang gave him an outlet to resolve the conflict at the last moment.

The people in the coffin will survive.

Live with the legacy of the art.

When the calamity comes, the coffin disciples will sacrifice their lives to cope with the calamity.

When the Coffin Gate is destroyed, who will inherit the Warlock's Heart?

A sect?

The skills passed down from the sect will only become the slaves of the sect.

Can a group of warlocks whose spines have been broken continue the iron-blooded legend of warlocks?

The Coffin Lottery wanted to adapt to the calamity, but he must have left some means just in case.

Even if he complies with God's will and allows Heavenly Soul to cause chaos, he will still be on guard against Heavenly Soul suddenly turning against him and killing all the warlocks.

And he must have been planning this kind of defense for hundreds of years.

The coffin gate control place I met at the Meng family should be one of the strongholds where he stayed to preserve the inheritance of the coffin gate.

The methods of the Coffin Lottery will preserve part of the fire after countless sorcerers become benevolent people.

It is most appropriate to let him do this!

Ye Qianyang worked very hard for his art!

Before leaving, he bound his next disciple with iron blood and family ties.

After a long time, the coffins stood up and staggered towards the exit of Shenyang River.

After thanking Bangui and Wang Hun, they looked at each other and clasped their fists at the same time: "Third Ancestor, take care!"

After a slight pause in the steps of the coffin warrior, he staggered and disappeared into the rain.

When he left, his hands were full of zhenqi. He was trying to prevent the rain from getting the sesame cakes in his hands wet.

That was the testimony of the relationship between Ye Qianyang and him.

After the coffins disappeared, I also felt a sudden weakness, and I couldn't hold on any longer and passed out.

When I woke up, he was already lying in the Hall of Two Realms, and the little finger on his left hand had been picked up.

I looked at Butcher Wang and Ye Yang sitting on the edge of the bed and said, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Today is your first day!" Ye Yang scolded expressionlessly: "You are recovering your soul now!"

"Haha!" As soon as I vomited, I heard Butcher Wang curse: "Who are you vomiting at?"

"How dare you open your mouth and spit out the water?"

"You even used a forbidden technique, and it didn't work once. You had to use it twice, and you cut off your own finger?"

"If Xie Bangui hadn't used the power of ghosts and gods to help you connect the hand, you would have become a nine-fingered mutt."

"You're still laughing, you're still laughing...if you laugh again, I'll beat you to death."

I could only raise my hands and surrender: "Actually, you don't blame me for this!"

"You're talking about that cold dog. He just held the fart in and didn't let it go. At the last moment, he still held the fart there and refused to push it out! Can I not be afraid?"

"At that time, I was so scared that I almost chopped off my own head."

"I blame that dog for this, beat him, beat him... drag him out and beat him to death!"

"Bah!" Butcher Wang cursed: "I haven't seen you for a few days, but you still learned how to divert trouble away from me, right?"

"After Ye Yang entered the Galaxy Formation, Ye Qianyang's consciousness awakened. At that time, it was Ye Qianyang who was in charge, not Ye Yang!"

"Any fool can see it."

I objected: "What does this mean? The predecessor of cold dog is a steamed bun dropped to the ground and stepped on - not a good cake!"

"He has never changed in this life!"

Veins were popping on Ye Yang's forehead, but I said: "I'm telling you, that means I don't despise him, someone else would have thrown him out long ago."

Butcher Wang squinted his eyes and said, "Have your brain been damaged?"

"For the sake of your injury, I won't kill you first. Tell me what you want to eat!"

"I'm really hungry!" I looked at Ye Yang and said, "Leng Gou, can you get me a sesame cake? I'll try it if it tastes good!"
Chapter completed!