Mr. Wu rushed to Mr. Yang. He was about to come forward to support him, but he was stopped by Mr. Yang's slow wave. He heard his voice weakly: "Although the black bamboo array has been cracked, Old Master Zhou still needs to move the cemetery to rebuilt as soon as possible. This tomb has become an ominous place. If the world is so damaged, the order in the underworld is probably already chaotic. But now my vitality is severely damaged. Let me arrange the next thing for fellow Taoists."

Hearing this, Mr. Wu nodded quickly and said, "Even if Mr. Yang doesn't say it, I won't let Mr. Yang work hard anymore. Leave the following matters to me!"

After some comfort, Mr. Wu turned around to Uncle Zhou Er and began to arrange the relocation of the cemetery. Yang Yuanshan took out the yellow cloth strips he had put away again and wrapped the long sword in his hand bit by bit. After doing this, Yang Yuanshan slowly walked to me and bent over to stretch out a hand to me. I was still lying on the ground at this time. Seeing Yang Yuanshan’s gentle smile, I no longer felt the pain. I grinned and stretched out my hand and pulled it up.

Yang Yuanshan and I were resting on the side, while Mr. Wu was busy, while someone was busy and asked someone to carefully go down into the birthday coffin to collect the bones of Mr. Zhou, while he was running up and down with a dilapidated compass. Finally, Mr. Wu finally stopped in front of an open space not far away, and then nodded to Uncle Zhou Er. This move was obvious, which meant that he had found the tomb to which he moved.

Finally, Mr. Wu calculated that the three hours of Youth will be the auspicious time for burial tomorrow night, but from now to tomorrow night, a simple spiritual shed will be built here because Mr. Zhou was already an old man who went to the ground. If the sun rises tomorrow, he will definitely not be able to burn the sun.

Uncle Zhou Er wrote down one by one and started to arrange it. It seemed that no one would sleep tonight. Of course, I didn’t dare to sleep lazy anymore. Yang Yuanshan sat on a large rock next to me, while I sat on a small rock.

I kept staring at the yellow cloth strip on his back. Now I finally knew that it turned out to be a very magical sword, but I clearly remember that when Mr. Yang was fighting with the old man, the old man's long sword obviously dripped out three drops of clear water. How could the long sword drip out? Nishui Sword Nishui Sword, could that sword be made of mud water?

Perhaps because she noticed that my gaze was on his long sword without blinking, Yang Yuanshan smiled and said, "You have been staring at the sword on my back. Do you like this kind of iron thing very much?"

I didn't understand why Mr. Yang asked this, and immediately scratched the back of his head embarrassedly and said, "Mr. Yang, why did that old man scare away when he saw this sword? Hehe, by the way, is his mud-water sword really made of mud-water?"

I thought I would ask such a stupid question Mr. Yang would definitely laugh at me. I just imagine how the iron thing in the world could be made of mud and water. However, Mr. Yang did not mean to laugh at him. He nodded and said, "That mud and water sword dated back to the eleventh generation of the Maoshan Xianzong, Pan Shizheng, hundreds of years ago. When Pan Shizheng was five years old, his father died on the battlefield of attacking Chen of the Southern Dynasty. His family declined. His mother Lu took him back to the hometown of the Emperor of Zan. The mother and son depended on each other. Pan's mother believed in Taoism at that time. He naturally learned from the Tao Te Ching as the standard for his actions. At the age of thirteen

That year, Pan's mother passed away. At that time, the ancestor Pan Shizheng was lonely and helpless. He happened to meet Liu Aidao, a Taoist priest from Maoshan who went north to preach. Patriarch Pan Shizheng wanted to worship Liu Aidao as his teacher, but Liu Aidao smiled politely, "It's not that I don't want to accept you as my disciple, but that you have a strong root. In the future, you will have to achieve the great way. In order to show your love for Patriarch Pan Shizheng, Liu Aidao immediately picked up a handful of mud and water on the side of the road, turned mud and water into a three-foot long sword to give it to him, and said, "If you can attain the great way in the future, this is my gift to you. Soon after, the ancestor Pan Shizheng became a formal Maoshan disciple."

Speaking of this, I naturally understood the following. The Nishui Sword must have been passed down by Master Pan Shizheng. Unexpectedly, Mr. Yang immediately said seriously: "Milhui is Mushui, and the three-foot long sword is transformed into a three-foot long sword. It is a traitor and filthy thing in the world. Whenever I encounter a Nishui Sword, I will escape thousands of miles, or return to my original form, and be the supreme magic weapon to kill demons and suppress evil. However, when Master Pan Shizheng passed it down, he said that the sword is from both edges, and good and evil have a thought. In order for this thing to not fall into the hands of people who are unstable in the future, this thing must not leave the mountain gate, nor can it appear in the world."

Perhaps it was Mr. Yang who came to tell me the origin of the Nishui Sword, but I didn’t understand these things. If it weren’t for the future... I’m afraid I would never understand these words from Mr. Yang.

I couldn't help but open my mouth in surprise. Actually, I really want to know that since the Nishui sword is so powerful, the long sword wrapped in yellow cloth must be of great origin. However, before I could ask, Mr. Yang stood up and said, "Do you want to do something for me in the seventh day of the lunar month."

I quickly got up and asked, "Mr. Yang, what are you doing?"

Mr. Yang turned his head and looked at the mountain road in the distance and said, "When I came, I found a small bay on the south side, and there were some willow trees on the shore. Please help me get some willow branches."

Willow branches? Although I was puzzled, I still agreed in a daze. Anyway, there was nothing that I could understand today, so I simply didn’t think about it. I knew the place Mr. Yang said, called Liushuidiao. There were indeed a few big willow trees on the shore. After thinking about it, I immediately set off and rushed towards Liushuidiao...

It took a little time to come and go. I took the willow branches. Mr. Yang had already waited in front of the altar. The clear water brought by Uncle Zhou Er had poured out three large bowls and placed them neatly on the table. Mr. Yang did not turn around and ignored me even more. Instead, he reached out and pinched the three pillars of fragrance, pinched the second hand pattern of the index finger with his left hand, and whispered: "I would like to ask the Sun Emperor of the Sun Palace to lower the nine-bright true energy into my water to help relieve filth." After reciting the spell, he raised his left foot, stepped on the toes of his right foot, and recited again in front of the toes of his right foot, facing the east, and said again: "The light of the glory of the sun is brilliant, eliminates evil and filth, and keeps auspicious, and is urgent as the law!"

After doing this, Mr. Yang stood still like an old monk entering into a state of meditation. I walked forward curiously, but saw his lips constantly squirming, as if he was silently reciting something, but I couldn't hear it. After a while, I finally stopped, then flipped my fingers and gently tapped three bowls of water with my fingertips, and then pinched the three pillars of fragrance again. This time, his left hand pinched the first pattern on the top of the little finger, and immediately recited: "I would like to ask the Taiyin Star Lord of the Moon Mansion to lower the ten true energy, enter my water, and help me relieve filth." After reciting the spell, he turned his left heel and touched the toes of the right foot, and then recited: "The bright moon is bright, and it is clear and spiritual, and it is added to the essence to protect the soul, evil destroys the righteous, and urgently as the law!"

Seeing this, I thought Mr. Yang's strange actions should have stopped. Unexpectedly, he stood still, just his lips squirmed. It was not until a moment later that he flipped his fingers, gently tapped three bowls of water with his fingertips, and then pinched the three pillars of fragrance again, and continued to chant: "Tiangang Tiangang, God's True King, Poluo Tianzun, is in the north, with a long body, wearing purple robe, wearing barefoot hair, holding a divine light in his hand, calling out to the Beidou, watching the ominous omen at night, I am taking my energy, and all evils are destroyed, and I am urgently as the law!"

This time he finally did not repeat his previous action, but he picked up the first bowl of water and let out a gentle breath, then circled the incense burner, and three bowls of water were done as usual. In this way, Mr. Yang stretched out his hand without looking back. I was a little panicked, but immediately handed the willow branches to his hand. Mr. Yang picked up the willow branches and circled the incense burner for a while, and then pointed it in the three bowls of water. At each point, he proposed a few drops of water to sprinkle it to the left and right. After three bowls of water, Mr. Yang stopped and turned to me and said, "On the seventh day of the lunar month, you can sprinkle three bowls of water around this tomb, and finally the remaining ones will be sprinkled around the altar."

I... picked up a bowl of water and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Yang, is this...what is this for?"

Mr. Yang casually said: "The tomb here is already stained with the yin evil spirit, and this little dragon vein has been affected to a certain extent. This method of water can dispel the yin evil spirit and invite the auspicious energy of the clear water dragon vein to come out again... Go quickly."

As I was talking, maybe I found my dull appearance, because I didn't understand a word, Mr. Yang immediately changed his mind and told me to sprinkle water. I stopped asking. I just felt that the more I asked, the more I was confused, so I had to scatter water with my head on it...
Chapter completed!