I pieced together what I found, and tried to put them in order. Links to the original text also under the cut, for those who can read it.

EXCERPTS FROM THE NEW WUXIN NOVEL BY ZHOU MUNAN

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He whispered, "This monk, could he really be…?"

The carriage between them also began to tremble.

The driver nervously turned around and lifted the curtain to look inside.

A huge bronze coffin sat in the carriage, its lid shaking violently, as if the evil spirit hidden inside, due to the gust of wind, was eager to break free!

Wuxin frowned slightly, extending a finger and gently tracing it between his eyes: "Who exactly is lying in that coffin? I can hear his breathing; it's only one breath in two hours, but even that one breath ... made me feel an overwhelming strength!"

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[B's Note: Change in chapter. Mu Ciling is out of the coffin in this one.]

CHAPTER 19: BATTLE

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They silently retreated under the awning. "Monk, what are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at myself…" Wuxin's sleeves twitched, and he answered frankly, "I can't beat [him? them?]!"

Wu Suowei was taken aback, "You're so happy even though you can't beat [him? them?]? Have you gone mad?"

The man in the official's robe raised an eyebrow, his tone arrogant, "Little baldie, you still want to beat me?"

"See Ciling in life, see King Yama in death! I've heard your story told by the current head of Dark River," Wuxin said in a deep voice. "He said you were once the number one expert in Dark River, secretly practicing the Yama Palm, unparalleled in the world. But aren't you quite old? Could it be that the Yama Palm technique can truly preserve one's youth?"

"The current patriarch?" The blood-red light in Mu Ciling's eyes suddenly intensified.

"Su Muyu. Don't you remember him?" Wuxin said softly.

“Su, Mu, Yu.” Mu Ciling suddenly smiled, looking down. “That sounds familiar. It’s a name that could make you famous throughout the world.”

"Brother Yu..." Mu Xuewei murmured softly, looking at Mu Qingyang, who then turned to look at Wuxin, his expression becoming somewhat complicated.

“Monk, your words have disturbed his thoughts. If we attack together now, we can definitely subdue him.” Wu Suowei lightly twirled his long sword, ready to strike at any moment.

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