"Silver coffin, I can't open it for the moment, you continue to guard it for me." Xia Qingchen said.
Not to mention, he is now too weak to even get close to a small earthbag. Even if he can open it, so what?
The master of the temple, the ten guardians, and King Liang, which one of them is willing to let Xia Qingchen monopolize the contents of the silver coffin?
The silver coffin cannot be opened until the strength reaches the point where it surpasses them.
"Yes, God King!" Jidao said sonorously and forcefully: "Even if my consciousness is destroyed, I must protect the silver coffin for the God King!"
After a pause, Jidao finally remembered and said, "By the way, why is the God King here?"
Xia Qingchen clasped his hands and said, "Of course I'm here to gain enlightenment."
Hearing this, Jidao smiled bitterly: "The God King really knows how to joke!"
Although the body of the God King is destroyed, the soul is still there, and all the cultivation experience of the previous body is still there.
Why does he need others to enlighten him?
"I don't need it, but my pet and several followers are all mortals with limited understanding and need a soul purification." Xia Qingchen said.
At present, there are no problems with their understanding, and it does not affect their daily practice.
But as time goes by, the various martial arts skills practiced will become more and more complex. Without a comprehension that is far beyond ordinary people, it will be difficult to understand no matter how good the martial arts are in front of you.
"So that's it!" Jidao suddenly said, "Then I will give all the century-old soul water accumulated in the silver coffin to the God King."
Soul water comes from the mysterious thing in the silver coffin, and a drop is born every year.
Although every once in a while, people will come to meditate and some will leak out, but there will still be a part left. Over thousands of years, there will be hundreds of drops.
One drop can transform a person's body, and hundreds of drops can give a mortal a level of understanding no less than that of a god.
"Give it all to me, will it affect you?" Judging from the situation here, Ji Dao should have reached some kind of agreement with the temple to help the temple distribute soul water.
Ji Dao disagreed: "What impact can it have on me? At first I just promised the god to assess the people who came to gain enlightenment and allocate soul water according to their understanding. How much to allocate is up to me."
"As for the boys who are the master of the temple, don't worry about it. They can't do anything to me if they have opinions. The grave soil on this silver coffin has been watered with divine blood many times and is no longer ordinary soil. It is difficult for them to get close to it."
For many years, the temple has followed the will of a god and poured the blood of the god or the blood of the god's descendant into the silver coffin.
This supplements the silver coffin and allows the silver coffin to protect the spiritual consciousness of Ji Dao.
"Then give it all to me." Xia Qingchen said with relief, "Also, give me some of the grave soil."
Jidao said happily: "It's easy to say! It's just some dirt. I can definitely mobilize it. But, what kind of attire does the God King wear?"
It is impossible for Xia Qingchen's current body to bear the weight of that soil.
Just one pill can crush Xia Qingchen's body into a meatloaf.
"Yes." Xia Qingchen thought for a while, then took out an empty shell similar to a star from the space nirvana.
Jidao recognized it and said: "The star shell of a god-level star is good. This thing can fully withstand the weight of the god's earth."
The god-level star comes from the nine heavens, and its outer shell is an indestructible meteorite.
Therefore, it can fully withstand the terrifying weight of the divine soil without breaking into pieces.
But the most important thing is that this star shell has a trace of space attribute. Even if it is filled with divine soil, the star shell will not feel any pressure in the hand.
"God King, wait a moment." Jidao thought, and pieces of divine soil flew out from the grave soil and fell into the star shell unnoticeably.
One pill, two pills, three pills.
When he was about to take the third pill, the star shell made a slight click. Ji Dao immediately stopped and said: "You can only put three pills in."
Xia Qingchen couldn't help but feel regretful that he could only look at a good thing before his eyes.
It would be great if he had a good space nirvana. The space nirvana on his body simply cannot withstand the heavy pressure of the divine earth.
"Three pills are enough." Xia Qingchen said.
Such heavy soil is also filled with some divine blood. If it is used to suppress the enemy, it will definitely be successful.
"God King, use it with caution. Once this thing leaves the star shell, I'm afraid it will never be picked up again." Ji Dao reminded kindly.
Xia Qingchen nodded.
The sacred soil is extremely heavy. If it falls to the ground, who in the world can pick it up and put it into the star shell?
"Then, Jidao is waiting for the day when the God King opens the silver crown!" Jidao knelt down on one knee and said respectfully.
Xia Qingchen looked into the distance and said, "This day will not be far away!"
"My subordinates, please retire!" Jidao said slowly.
In his mind, the images of Ji Dao receded like the tide. When he opened his eyes, what came into view was the unchanged earth bag and silver coffin.
Protector Zhao, who was watching them not far away, had no idea what was happening.
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The sound of bubbling water came from inside the silver coffin.
Xia Qingchen and Nu Tianyi, who had finished comprehending, stood up at the same time. Protector Zhao also stepped forward, staring at the silver coffin with burning eyes, and said: "Get ready, the silver coffin is going to spit out spiritual springs!"
After a pause, Protector Zhao said with profound meaning: "Let me state in advance that the amount of spiritual spring to be sprayed and to whom it is sprayed are all determined by Silver Coffin, based on the understanding you just showed."
"No matter how much you get later, you are not allowed to have any objections, understand?" He turned his attention to Xia Qingchen again.
He knew full well what the outcome would be, and this so-called Mr. Xin would only get a tiny bit at most.
Xia Qingchen smiled slightly: "It's better to say this to him, I won't have any objection."
Protector Zhao sneered secretly, quite confident. He probably thought he performed well, but how could he know that his opponent was Nu Tianyi, a descendant of the Barbarian God from Lounan Realm, and that he occupied the best place for insight in Silver Crown?
He could already imagine the scene where Xia Qingchen was shocked, disbelieving, and even furious.
Nu Tianyi's eyes flashed slightly: "Guardian Zhao, let's clarify the rules first. What if someone has objections to this? Does it need to be reassigned?"
"Of course it's impossible!" Protector Zhao said flatly: "The spiritual springs allocated by the silver coffin have never been allocated again."
Nu Tianyi glanced at Xia Qingchen and said, "What if someone insists on asking for distribution?"
"Then, I don't get what I want!" Protector Zhao said coldly: "The 189th rule of the main temple, anyone who forcibly interferes with the silver coffin spring will have his cultivation level revoked, and at worst, he will be executed."
He wished that Xia Qingchen would intervene recklessly, so that he would have enough reason to execute Xia Qingchen.
Nu Tianyi felt relieved. The Silver Coffin Spring was the work of his father's generation for three years, so it was best not to create unnecessary complications.
"What if the protector interferes?" Xia Qingchen said calmly.
If the enlightened person interferes and is severely punished, what will happen if the protector himself interferes?
"Treat everyone equally!" Protector Zhao was surprised, why Xia Qingchen would care about this.
Is it possible that he still expects himself to help him?
"Then I'll be relieved." Xia Qingchen turned around and faced the silver coffin.