Through the operation of the mechanism, although the coffin lid was only half opened, due to the huge size of the entire sarcophagus, it was still possible to see the entire coffin. Lu Xin was pressed on the coffin lid by a certain force at this time, and half of his body fell completely empty and could fall down at any time.

But when he reached out to touch his back, there was nothing on his body. Lu Xin didn't know what was going on, but he felt a gust of wind around him, his neck was sore, and his whole body began to feel pain.

At this time, looking at the coffin, the two originally lifelike corpses corroded in an instant. All the flesh and blood disappeared, as if they were blown away by the wind, leaving only two shriveled skeletons.

Lu Xin was uneasy and tried his best to get up. But the force pressed on his back was too strong. Even if he broke his spine, he might not be able to get up.

"What is it? Whether it is a human or a ghost, you have the ability to show up!"

Lu Xin was furious. He had something to do when he came to the Niu family's ancestral grave, so he couldn't just crawl like this. With his roar, the sword hanging in the air suddenly swayed, making a strange golden sound. Sometimes it was like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring, sometimes it was like a child's whispering... Lu Xin was stunned and looked at the reflection of the sword. There seemed to be a person lying on his back. A pair of pale hands were walking around his shoulders bit by bit, and his fingers were terrifyingly long, as if they were choking their necks.

His breathing gradually became rapid, and Lu Xin felt that his neck was getting more and more painful, his throat was pressed tighter and tighter, his face was congested and red. This state could be cut off at any time. This was obviously not a human force. Lu Xin knew in his heart that he might have met a ghost!

But he had no choice. Even with his sword skills, he could not break free from this power.

At this moment, he wanted to turn around and look at the woman on the ground again. But he couldn't do it, his vision began to blur, and the memories in his mind began to shatter.

"Am I going to die? Brother Tingfang, it seems that I can't go back with you..."

"Get out quickly!"

Just as Lu Xin was about to close his eyes, a golden light suddenly flew out of the tomb gate. Then he heard the man's shouting sound throughout the tomb chamber, followed by another harsh cat moan. After two breaths, the power pressing on his back disappeared. Lu Xin was stunned and stood up suddenly.

Turning back, an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard was walking towards the sarcophagus step by step. The Taoist priest's appearance was very old, staggering, but his eyes were as bright as flames. Lu Xin didn't know what had just happened, but it was obvious that the Taoist priest saved him.

"Thank you for your help. I dare to ask for your name, so I'll let Lu Xin report you later."

Although it is not clear why the old Taoist priest came to the Niu family’s ancestral tomb, Tianfeng Mountain is originally the Taoist temple of Jiuyang Temple, so it is not surprising that there are Taoist priests appearing. Lu Xin was only worried that what he would do next, quitting people’s Feng Shui is a vicious act after all. If the old Taoist priest stops it, it will be difficult to deal with.

"Who has long forgotten the name of my name? I am Wuyou, so you call me Wuyouzi."

"Wuyouzi? I remember, the Taoist priest just took action to deal with it, but the ghost?"

Lu Xin nodded and asked about what had happened just now. After hearing this, Wuyouzi did not explain. He only placed his eyes on the hanging sword, and his eyes became blurred. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. Lu Xin looked at him, and there seemed to be tears in the old Taoist eyes, but no eyes flowed out of his eyes.

"It's been two hundred years, and I finally waited for him. Master, you must see your spirit in heaven, right?"

Wuyouzi sighed to the sky, then bowed to the hanging sword, and kowtowed three times in a row. Lu Xin's face changed suddenly and he jumped off the cover of the coffin. The old Taoist is so old that he is probably hundreds of years old. Who can stand his kneeling ceremony like this?

"Two hundred years? Who is he waiting for? Did he know that this sword will be born?"

Lu Xin looked up at the hanging sword floating above the stone coffin, frowned. Since entering the tomb, many strange things have happened one after another. Until Wuyouzi appears, it seems that they have been destined for a long time. Lu Xin doesn't know why he has this idea, but he does feel like he is being looked down from a high place in his heart.

"I’m waiting for you!"

Wuyouzi seemed to hear the voice in the boy's heart, suddenly looked at Lu Xin and spoke. His eyes were no longer confused, but a look of excitement, as if he had fulfilled his long-cherished wish for many years.

"Wait for me? Taoist priest was joking. You and I have never met you. Besides, I come from a distant country and no one will know you."

"I know that your hometown is not in this world. It can also be said that you have already jumped out of the five elements and transcended the three realms, and are not people like us in the world."

"What? Taoist priest, do you know my origin?"

Lu Xin took a sudden step, looking shocked. Wuyouzi's words were so shocked. After he traveled to the Tang Dynasty, he had never mentioned his origin to anyone. Even Tu Xing didn't know that his grandson, whom he picked up, was actually a thousand years later. But the old Taoist in front of him obviously knew something.

Wuyouzi glanced at Lu Xin's face, shook his head, and turned his eyes back to the hanging sword.

"I don't know your origin. This is what my master said to me two hundred years ago. He asked me to stay on this Tianfeng Mountain. He told me that one day, a child would come here to awaken the sleeping Yin and Yang travel to the fairy sword. Since then, I have been staying in this mountain, watching Jiuyang Temple go from a dilapidated thatched house to such a scene of incense that is now."

"Two hundred years ago? The Taoist priest lived so long?"

Lu Xin couldn't help but take a breath. Human life span is very limited. Even in modern society with extremely high medical standards, few people can live beyond a hundred years, let alone two hundred years. Could it be that the person in front of him is a god?

"You don't have to be surprised. When we practice Onmyoji, we will have a lifespan of 15 years at the end of the Return to the Miracle Realm. If we can break through to the End of the Divine Realm, we can live beyond 300 years. Unfortunately, I am not talented enough. Even with the careful teaching of my master, I cannot understand all the orifices and be in a state of enlightenment. Now I am just using elixirs to prolong my life and breathe my last breath."

Wuyouzi's voice was very calm. Although he was saying that he would be in the world soon, he had no fear at all. Lu Xin could not imagine what kind of state this was, but the old Taoist had lived for more than two hundred years, and his cultivation must have far exceeded what he said about the Return to Wei Realm.

"Master, who is your master? Yin and Yang Travel Immortal Sword... Why did this sword be awakened by me?"

"Onmyoji practice requires thousands of disasters. If you cannot protect your body, you will be dangerous step by step. There are five great magic weapons in the world of Taoism, which are Guiguzi's "Shen Soul Divine Needle"; Huangshigong's "Taishang Demon Catching Mirror"; Zhuge Liang's "Seven Stars Cup"; Guan Lu's "Si Tian Buzhou Inkstone". And this last piece is my master's "Yin Yang Travels to the Immortal Sword". His name is Guo Pu..."

In the conversation with Wuyouzi, Lu Xin's spirit completely entered a new world. The master of this world is those powerful Onmyoji. Guo Pu, the master mentioned by Wuyouzi, is the most top-notch existence among Onmyoji. As early as four hundred years ago, he was already the peak master of the Divine Realm. Later, Guo Pu was exhausted and told Wuyouzi when he died: Two hundred years later, a child will come to Tianfeng Mountain, open the Niu family's ancestral grave, and awaken Yin and Yang to the fairy sword. It is precisely because of the master's entrustment before his death that Wuyouzi created the Nine Yang Temple in Tianfeng Mountain and waited until now.

"The Taoist priest said that this sword was Guo Pu... no, was it the master who ordered him to give it to me?"

Lu Xin was surprised and happy when he looked at the sword that was still hanging in the air. He was a sword practitioner, and of course he was extremely eager to get a magic weapon. But it would be too bizarre to say that this was given to him by a dead man two hundred years ago. How could a person count for a thousand years? But then he thought about it, he could travel from 2018 to the Tang Dynasty, so what's wrong with someone two hundred years ago giving him a sword?

With a little hesitation and nervousness, Lu Xin jumped into the stone coffin and grabbed the Yin-Yang Travel Fairy Sword. In an instant, all the visions disappeared. Lu Xin held the hilt of the sword and slowly stroked the sword body, feeling extremely close. It seemed that the sword was originally his own.

"What a light sword, held in your hand, as if nothing was left."

Lu Xin's eyes changed slightly, and the sword in his hand seemed to have no weight, which was lighter than a piece of paper. He couldn't help but waved it, and used the wonderful sword technique on the stone wall. Every stroke could pierce into the hard rock, extremely sharp. Such a sword could easily kill the enemy even if it fell into the hands of someone who could not know martial arts.

"You have obtained the magic weapon, and I have completed the master's trust. Go down the mountain quickly. The cat demon's corpse of the female corpse has transformed into a corpse, which is harmful to others. Although I was driven away by me, I am afraid that his nature is deceitful and should not stay here for a long time. Let's go, I hope you can follow the master's thoughts, protect the Yin and Yang, travel to the Immortal Sword, and guard the people..."

"Master, Taoist priest?"

After Wuyouzi said the last word, he suddenly sat down and slowly closed his eyes. Lu Xin screamed twice without responding, and his face changed slightly, and he stepped forward to look into his breath. The man was actually dead. Although there were still many things that he had not asked clearly, he had to give up at this time.

Immediately, Lu Xin put Tian Yuer's body into the sarcophagus and put a talisman drawn by himself in his mouth. Then, a bloody jade was buried in each of the four corners of the tomb. After doing this, Lu Xin moved Wuyouzi's body and Niu Ercheng out of the cave. The moment the tomb door was closed, Lu Xin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!