Chapter 557: The Old Friend in the Coffin Zhen Yangzi was in front, and Jiang Wen followed behind. The two men crossed the floating island and left the palace filled with treasures behind. Even if there are treasures there that would make Taoist priests jealous, they are nothing more than roadside weeds to the two of them. "I was imprisoned here in the past, and have not yet been able to attain the status of a saint. It was only because I was fortunate enough to come across a treasure in the secret treasury that I was able to achieve sainthood. Boy, no, since you saved my daughter, I will give you that treasure." Zhen Yangzi waved his sleeves and pushed away the surrounding starlight. A jade-paved road appeared across the sky, and the sun pierced through the stars in the sky. It was truly a beautiful sight. Looking at the place where the jade bridge leads, there is a valley looming in the distance. Even though they were far away, Jiang Wen could still sense the extraordinaryness of this mountain. It seems that there is some strange magical power surrounding the valley, giving people a creepy feeling. "This place is quite strange, it doesn't seem like the place where the magic tools are hidden in the Taishen Palace." Jiang Wen was a little confused. This strange place seemed like a ghostland, which made the living feel terrified. Even at his current level, he felt a little depressed when he slowly approached this valley. One can imagine how much dead energy there is in it, which is enough to make even a half-step saint feel uncomfortable.

"You can perceive one of them, which means you have reached a certain level." Zhen Yangzi nodded approvingly. Although there was a hint of complacency in his words, Jiang Wen did not feel that he was very angry. He cultivates a different path, so it is difficult for others in this world to see his realm. If he deliberately conceals it, even a saint cannot see through it. Zhen Yangzi thought he was just an ordinary cultivator, which was exactly what Jiang Wen wanted to see. "So is there really some evil magic weapon in it?" Jiang Wen frowned. "Go in and take a look." Zhen Yangzi didn't say much, but stepped in. Jiang Wen stood outside for a moment, and four flying swords flew out from his sleeves, surrounding him like dancing butterflies. As he stepped into the valley, the chilly feeling became more intense. A cold wind came from nowhere and blew through Jiang Wen's clothes, chilling his bones. Even his magic power slowed down, which made him alert. Jiang Wen had only encountered such a strange place in the three border states in the north, but this place was even worse. "It is really surprising that there is such a strange and evil place in the mysterious treasury of Taimi." Jiang Wen muttered to himself and slowly walked into the valley. There were dilapidated scenes everywhere, but after turning a corner of a mountain, there was a huge stone staircase. At the very top, Zhen Yangzi was standing in front of a bronze coffin with a solemn expression. Jiang Wen looked around and didn't notice any danger. He took one step on the stone steps and instantly appeared in front of Zhen Yangzi. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the bronze coffin in front of him, his expression showing some doubt: "Master, why is there such a bronze coffin in this secret treasure?" This bronze coffin is extremely exquisite, with mountains, rivers, stars and countless people kneeling below. From the painting, it can be seen that the pattern on the coffin has a long history and does not belong to Daqian. Jiang Wen used his spiritual sense to touch it, but found that his spiritual sense could not penetrate the bronze coffin. There was some kind of power blocking his vision. This made him feel a little different. After all, there were few things that could block his spiritual sense and make him unable to see through it. Just as he was wondering why Zhen Yangzi brought him to the bronze coffin, Zhen Yangzi beside him put his hand on the coffin. "I can't figure this thing out either." Zhen Yangzi sighed. "When I was imprisoned in the secret vault, I came across this thing by chance. I have no idea what is in this bronze coffin and why it is here." "I have spent countless years but still failed to understand the secret. Instead, this bronze coffin devoured my flesh and blood, turning me into what I am now." Jiang Wen was quite surprised, and looked at Zhen Yangzi and asked, "Master, are you saying that the current situation is all because of this coffin?" "This matter is also a blessing and a curse. I became what I am now because I touched this coffin by mistake, but it is also because of touching this thing that I was able to achieve this holy fruit. Although I don't understand what is inside, I am sure that there is a great fortune inside." Zhen Yangzi said, reaching out to touch the bronze coffin. The dull coffin lid did not change much, but just quietly placed in the same place. If it weren't for the biting cold wind that was revealed from time to time, Jiang Wen would have thought that this thing was just an ordinary coffin.

He looked at the bronze coffin carefully and felt that the patterns on it were very strange. Looking at the object, the coffin is about 23 feet long and 6 feet wide. The coffin is like a big ship, tilted at the front and back. The patterns around it are delicate and mysterious. There may also be words on it, and those strange words are difficult for ordinary people to understand. "I can't read the scripture on it, but if I'm not mistaken, it comes from the Taicang period. Although my Li ancestors destroyed Taicang and established Daqian, the characters they used still came from Taicang. It's just that after a long time, it became the current Qianwen. But now these characters have nothing to do with Qianwen, and I can't make up my mind for a while." Zhen Yangzi took back his hand, with a look of regret. "If I'm not mistaken, the scripture on the coffin must record the secrets of Taicang." Jiang Wen stared at the words closely and ignored Zhen Yangzi's words. He recognized these words, or rather, these words came from his hand. This is a text derived from Chinese characters. Jiang Wen named it Shennong Jinzi. It is a text used to write pharmacopoeias and medical books. It is normal for ordinary people to not understand it. After all, in the later years, the pharmacists passed down by Shennong may have disappeared. What can be passed down in Daqian is nothing more than some things in the pharmacopoeia. Those insights on spiritual practice that he wrote about, those ways of spiritual practice that were completely different from those of the contemporary world, have never been passed down. These words engraved on the bronze coffin are both a supreme skill and a narrative biography: "In the beginning of time, Xuan Nu was born to meet the calamity. Nine stars were printed on her forehead, her eyes contained the eight wastelands, her palms controlled the rotation of the four seasons, and her feet stepped on the yin and yang. She called herself the God Emperor and the King of Heaven, and ruled over the three thousand worlds of Taicang, and established the foundation of the human race for eternity. His method is as high as the sky, and the stars roll back when he breathes in and out; his virtue carries all things, and when he lets down his sleeves, dead trees come back to life. He cast nine tripods to suppress the eight poles, and the sound of the tripods is like thunder, frightening all races and daring not to violate them; he engraved the laws of heaven in the Uncircumscribed, and the sun and the moon are candles, illuminating the mountains and rivers for everlasting peace. The catastrophe of the end of the law has arrived, and the sky has split into nine abysses. The heretics have invaded the three realms, and all spirits have wept blood. The king of heaven tore his crown and took off his robe, scattered his seven souls into the Big Dipper, and split his five internal organs into the Five Mountains. Five dragons held his head and limbs, and guarded the black tortoise in the east, the white tiger in the west, the red bird in the south, the black darkness in the north, and the yellow scales in the center. The fire in his heart burned into an eternal flame, forever illuminating the abyss; his spine was held up as a pillar to the sky, and he once again stood up in the sky. Now the wind and thunder of the four seasons are his breath, and the pulses of the mountains and rivers are his blood. When all living beings chant his name, the five divine patterns will appear; when the monks observe the stars, they will see the residual soul still suppressing the sky. According to the legend, on the night of the full moon, if the fertile land of the nine provinces is used as an altar, and the clear waters of the four seas are used as wine, you can hear the ringing of the void, which is the king of heaven touring the eight wildernesses, forever protecting the human race..." This is the biography of the king of pop and also the biography of Jiang Wenji. Jiang Wen reached out and gently stroked the coffin. From the cold and deathly air, he felt a familiar breath. There is an old friend, perhaps lying in this bronze coffin. (End of this chapter)