Chapter 313 Sealing the Coffin and Burying "The Big Dipper..." Jiang Lin murmured in his heart. He was a little surprised, but not very surprised. The Ziwei lineage, whether it is the Black Law of the Northern Emperor or the Nine Stars Law of the Big Dipper, both have a very obvious way of "visualization". The Beidi Black Law lineage is better. It does not have any specific direction for visualization. It only requires practitioners to visualize the Black Law itself. If they also practice Tianpeng, they also need to visualize the Grand Marshal Tianpeng. The Big Dipper Nine Stars Method, on the other hand, places more emphasis on visualization practice. The target of his visualization, of course, is the nine stars of the Big Dipper that stand high among the sea of ​​stars. But no matter whether it is the Black Law or the Big Dipper Law, even though they both have the feature of visualization, I have never heard of anyone who can practice visualization and directly replicate the visualized divine objects or gods into the sea of ​​consciousness. This is not something that visualization can do at all. It’s not because of anything else, but because it goes against the fundamental principles of spiritual practice. Not to mention that someone like Jiang Lin could replicate an entire sea of ​​stars in his sea of ​​consciousness. This is simply horrifying.

Even the Ziwei Fa that Jiang Lin is practicing now could not achieve this before. But now it is possible, and it is going very smoothly, as if it was supposed to be this way. Is this the reason why the Emperor and the old man let me die last time? Is there a hidden tutorial in Ziwei Fa that can only be unlocked by reaching the soul state? Jiang Lin pondered silently in his heart, looking inward at his deep and quiet sea of ​​consciousness, and the seven extremely conspicuous stars. The Big Dipper hangs high in the sky; it is not the result of visualization, nor is it some superficial deliberate manifestation. But it really carries the power of the Big Dipper itself. It can even be said that if Jiang Lin could one day cultivate to the level of Emperor Ziwei, he could even liberate his own sea of ​​consciousness and let the big stars within his sea of ​​consciousness run the Three Realms instead of the countless stars in the sea of ​​stars outside the Three Realms. "So... overbearing..." Jiang Lin couldn't help but sigh, although he knew very well that as long as Emperor Ziwei was there, no one could get their hands on the power to rule all the stars. Even if one day, I reached the level of a master with great supernatural powers, it would be impossible for me to control all the stars in the three realms. This is actually a good thing for Jiang Lin. Because the Big Dipper that Jiang Lin is now replicating in his sea of ​​consciousness is, in essence, a "steal" of the real Big Dipper. The wording may not be quite right, but it's almost there. The Big Dipper within Jiang Lin’s sea of ​​consciousness carries the same original energy as the Big Dipper in the sea of ​​stars. The origins of stars are limited. If Jiang Lin has them, it means that the Big Dipper is missing. Fortunately, Jiang Linxiu was practicing the Ziwei method, a genuine Ziwei descendant. He was like a prince in the entire Wanxing lineage. Otherwise, just the act of stealing the origin of the Big Dipper would immediately result in thousands of star lightnings hitting him, and he would be dead to the point of death. Although Jiang Lin possessed the original power of the Big Dipper, he could only use this power to practice his own magic, and it was impossible for him to interfere with the operation of the Big Dipper. As I said, as long as the Emperor Ziwei is here, it will not be the turn of others to rule over the myriad stars in the three realms.

J. But Jiang Lin is the only one in history who can achieve what he has now. Absorbing the power of the stars into oneself, even a natural star god like the Twenty-Eight Mansions can only contain the power of a single star that gave birth to itself. But for Jiang Lin, just by looking at his sea of ​​consciousness which was still more than 99% empty, he knew that replicating the Big Dipper within his sea of ​​consciousness was just the beginning. Jiang Lin took a deep breath. Although it was impossible to tell whether he was breathing in or out, he still had this habit. 'clatter……' At this moment, Jiang Lin felt the coffin shake slightly, as if it was being put down. Are you there? Jiang Lin rubbed his wrists and made preparations. This coffin is very magical. My voice, magic power, and even my spiritual consciousness and thoughts cannot penetrate out. If they wanted to leave here, the only way left was to open the coffin and get up. I hope the nail in my coffin hasn’t been hammered in yet. Jiang Lin thought so and exerted force on his hands... One more push... 'boom! ’ He added the mighty power of the stars he had just cultivated to his body, and then exerted force violently! "laugh……" Following the deflated voice, Jiang Lin blinked dully. This thing seems to be unable to be opened? Is it possible that it is a sliding cover? Jiang Lin tentatively raised his hand and rubbed it back and forth. Good, still no movement. The coffin is sealed, and the nails have probably been driven in long ago. No, what do you mean? Jiang Lin was a little dumbfounded. He thought that the existence of this coffin was to allow him to better experience the feeling of death, so as to provide conditions for the birth and cultivation of his starry sea of ​​consciousness. But now I have already comprehended the new functions of Ziwei Fa, and successfully replicated the Big Dipper in my sea of ​​consciousness. Isn’t that enough? As the saying goes, all things are difficult at the beginning. Now that the beginning has been completed, the rest is just a matter of gradual and steady work, lighting up and filling the essence of the stars bit by bit. But looking at the situation now, are you really going to bury me? Jiang Lin tried to break it open with brute force, but the coffin was too magical. Even though Jiang Lin tried his best to hit it, there was no movement and the outside world couldn't even feel a single thing. In this coffin, Jiang Lin's five senses were reduced to the level of an ordinary mortal. Blocked by the thick coffin board, Jiang Lin could not hear much noise outside. No, what is this coffin made of? Could it be that the old man prepared it for himself and let me use it first? Jiang Lin's face turned a little dark.

He was not very panicked, but Jiang Lin was also a human being. As long as he was a human being, he would not be in a good mood when he thought about being buried alive, even if he knew that his life was not in danger. "Bang... rustle..." Jiang Lin first felt a vibration, and then a rustling sound came from above his head. Very good, he actually buried himself. The funeral procession has not stopped, right? Jiang Lin sighed helplessly, knowing that his journey to death was not over yet. But, hasn’t what needs to be done been done? Is there anything else to be done? Could it be that there is some opportunity that can only be unlocked after death, which is more powerful than the method that can replicate the Sea of ​​Stars? Not to mention Jiang Lin’s deep thoughts. Outside the coffin... "General, it has been buried." The two Fengdu generals Che and Xia, each leaning on a shovel, looked at a figure in green clothes not far away. It was none other than the current head of Fengdu, General Jiuyuan Shatong. "Ah." General Jiuyuan Shatong nodded slightly, looked at the lonely grave mound in front of him, and raised his hand. Suddenly, a large bluestone brick flew out from the Fengdu city wall behind him and landed in front of the grave mound, like a tombstone. General Jiuyuan Shatong thought about it, and then he pointed like a knife, and with his energy, he engraved on the large bluestone brick. 'Tomb of Jiang Xuanying' There is no fancy prefix, only a simple name, and the handwriting is not very beautiful, it can only be said to be average. General Jiuyuan Shatong didn't look at it for long. After doing all this, he looked up and looked around. There were a total of twenty generals in the inner and outer altars of Fengdu, plus a number of commanders and strong men and messengers. Most of the upper-level ghosts and gods with names in Fengdu are here. "Even if I were to call the shots, sometimes we wouldn't be as present as we are now." General Jiuyuan Shatong made a joke, and then said: "Since they are all here, it's just right to call Wang An, Lu Jian, Xu Mai, Tao Hui, Wang Jian, and the Nine Hells God Generals to go back to Fengdu for a meeting." The general named the ghosts and gods of Fengdu who were not present, namely the two messengers of Fengdu Gongcao and the three generals of Fengdu Tianfu. "Yes!" All the ghosts and gods of Fengdu bowed and saluted. The general Jiao Zhongqing stepped out of the crowd and asked, "May I ask, General, what are the rules?" As for holding a meeting, this thing has been the same from ancient times to the present, no matter whether it is immortals or ghosts, it’s just the form that’s different. The common point is that since a meeting is to be held, there must naturally be a tone. General Jiuyuan Shatong paused and chuckled. "It's very simple. Find a way to drive Cuiyun Palace out of the underworld. It would be even better if we can kill Dizang."

Upon hearing this, many ghosts and gods in Fengdu were stunned and automatically ignored the second half of the general's words. The existence of Cuiyun Palace is a thorn in the side of the entire Fengdu, and it makes people unhappy no matter how they look at it. The gods of Fengdu have been holding back their anger for a long time, and now that their boss has said he wants to deal with Cuiyun Palace, they are naturally very happy. Even finding a way to set Cuiyun Palace on fire would not be a big deal, but killing Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? Well, that's a bit of a joke. Among the eight great Bodhisattvas of Buddhism, none of them is easy to deal with. In other words, it is basically impossible for an existence that can gain a foothold in that realm and have a vision to be killed. Even if there is a way, they can't do it. After all, he was a person with great supernatural powers. Although he had Fengdu as a guarantee, he would not be afraid of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but to kill him? That was a bit of a pipe dream. Seeing the reaction of the gods, General Jiuyuan Shatong smiled slightly and didn't say much. He just moved, and when he appeared again, he was already on the wall of Fengdu. The location of Jiang Lin’s grave is at the very end of the entire Fengdu City, or it can be said to be the northernmost place in the underworld. This place is absolutely worthy of the name "not even a ghost". As the gods of Fengdu left one after another, only Jiang Lin's grave was left in this desolate underworld. The lonely tomb mound stands behind Fengdu, in the extreme north of the underworld. Except for a gust of genuine cold wind that blows from time to time, there is no other sound. Time passes by little by little, and in the underworld, the meaning of time itself is infinitely weakened. I don’t know how long it took, but a sound of soft footsteps was heard in front of Jiang Lin’s grave. The footsteps were caused by a pair of embroidered shoes with black soles, embroidered with bright red, breathtaking red spider lilies. Following the embroidered shoes upwards is a jet-black, fluffy skirt, embellished with intricate necklaces of the same color. But the end of the fluffy skirt is suddenly pulled in, outlining the slender waist. This is a very beautiful woman, so beautiful that words cannot describe her beauty. The woman had long black hair and her hands were clasped on her abdomen. Calluses could be vaguely seen on the tips of her fingers. If Jiang Lin could see this woman, he would definitely be shocked to find out her identity. Follow the example of the Heaven and the Earth Emperor! Among the Four Great Emperors, he is the most mysterious and reclusive one. Not long ago, I met Jiang Lin in the endless wasteland behind the black wall at the end of the purple micro world in the Arctic Exorcism Institute. As a result, Jiang Lin was able to learn a body-building technique that could cultivate the mother qi of the earth. "Jiang Xuanying's Tomb." Hou Tu Huang Di Ji read out the contents on the tombstone, with no expression of sadness or joy, just watching quietly. After a long time, she raised her hand and waved. An exquisite little incense burner appeared in front of Jiang Lin’s tombstone.

This incense burner is only the size of a palm, with three legs, a round belly, and two handles. It has the unique rust that bronze ware has developed under the erosion of time. Rather than being a furnace, it is more like a smaller version of a tripod. Hou Tu Huang Di Ji took out three incense sticks from somewhere, lit them, and then held the incense in his hands and bowed three times to Jiang Lin’s tombstone! His posture was meticulous, his etiquette impeccable, his movements smooth and flowing, with a natural charm. A textbook sacrificial ritual, with nothing wrong with it. But the question is, can Jiang Lin afford it? A sacrifice to a great emperor, a worship to the Mother of the Three Realms and Earth! It is no exaggeration to say that the weight of cause and effect brought about by the three bows to Hou Tu Huang Di Ji is enough to make Jiang Lin die again. However, after Hou Tu Huang finished worshipping the god of the earth, there was no change to the tombstone, the grave mound, or the incense burner in front of the tombstone. This scene made Hou Tu Huang Di Ji's expression change slightly, as if he was sure of something, and a hint of relaxation appeared between his brows. "Please lend me the divine object." Hou Tu Huang Di Ji spoke softly, then leaned over and inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner. When the emperor stood up again, she raised her hand towards Jiang Lin's grave. 'Om...' Accompanied by a buzzing sound, a crudely made wooden box emerged from Jiang Lin's grave and was held in the hands of Hou Tu Huang Di Zhi. It was the thief's wooden box. ‘Buzz! ! ’ Surprisingly, the thief-swallowing wooden box, which was extremely obedient in Jiang Lin's hands, began to hum with obvious dissatisfaction in the hands of Hou Tu Huang Di Ji, whose cultivation level was many times higher than Jiang Lin's. Hou Tu Huang Di Ji seemed to be prepared. He raised his other hand, with a hint of cause and effect on his fingertips. That’s right, the conceptual cause and effect that should have been invisible and intangible was transformed into a visible substance in the hands of Hou Tu Huang Di Zhi. This gives us a glimpse into the mysterious methods of those with great supernatural powers. This thread of cause and effect represents the cause and effect of Hou Tu Huang Di Ji's preaching to Jiang Lin. After sensing this cause and effect, the thief-swallowing wooden box, which was originally struggling, suddenly became quiet. "Trouble." Hou Tu Huang Di Zhi said this to the thief-swallowing wooden box. As soon as he finished speaking, Hou Tu Huang Di Ji's mind moved, and a chaotic cave appeared before his eyes. At the other end of this chaotic cave, there was an extremely clear aura of the hungry ghost realm. Hou Tu Huang Di Zhi opened a chaotic hole leading to the realm of hungry ghosts. 'Om! ' After sensing the energy of the hungry ghost realm, the thief-swallowing wooden box suddenly began to hum excitedly.

"Go ahead, there's only one left." Hou Tu Huang Di Ji said softly, and threw the thief-swallowing wooden box into the hungry ghost realm. At the same time, following a trace of cause and effect with Jiang Lin, he poured his own mother earth energy into the thief-swallowing wooden box without any reservation. 'boom! ! ! ’ In the realm of hungry ghosts, a storm suddenly broke out. If left alone, the hungry ghosts who could devour the entire three realms have now become food for the thief's wooden box. The Thief's Box has an appetite even more intense than that of a hungry ghost. However, compared to the hungry ghosts who can eat anything, it seems that the only food that swallowed the thief's wooden box is the hungry ghosts. With the almost unlimited magical power of Hou Tu Huang Di Ji, the thief-swallowing wooden box was completely liberated. Within the realm of hungry ghosts, the shadow of the thief's wooden box appeared on countless sky islands. Countless hungry ghosts were devoured, devoured, devoured non-stop... As the thief's wooden box was devoured and countless hungry ghosts disappeared, Hou Tu Huang Di Ji's expression became more and more relaxed. It was as if the huge burden on his shoulders suddenly disappeared. An unknown amount of time had passed before Hou Tu Huang Di Ji raised his hand and pointed at the chaotic hole in front of him. The thief-swallowing wooden box jumped out with a satisfied hum. Even the box itself seemed to be bulging. Obviously, this box was really hard to eat. Hou Tu Huang Di Ji nodded, put the thief-swallowing wooden box back into the grave, and then his figure slowly disappeared. I don't know if he forgot or what, but the incense burner that Hou Tu Huang Di Ji placed in front of Jiang Lin's tombstone was not taken away, but remained there quietly. (End of this chapter)