Dragon Coffin Corpse King

When the bangzi struck the fifth time, Taoist Master Qingxuan saw the dragon in the hexagram. The yarrow displayed a rare appearance on the green jade hexagram plate of "a hidden dragon drinking blood". When the last grass stem fell, it spontaneously ignited without wind, leaving scaly scorch marks on the incense ashes. The west window of the Taoist temple was suddenly shattered by a heavy rain, and the night wind carrying the smell of river rolled up a broken notice and slapped him in the face. "Master!" Zhong Ming rushed in with a lantern, the hem of his Taoist robe was stained with mud, "an official from Linjiang Prefecture found in the back alley of the Chenghuang Temple..." "Bronze coffin, with reverse scales, seven feet and four inches long." Qingxuan brushed the paper off his face, revealing the official sea arrest documents with still wet ink underneath. The young apprentice's wide eyes confirmed his guess - the dragon coffin that had been recorded in the Taoist classics for six hundred years had finally appeared.