The owner of the tomb is none other than Li Xiuluo. In the past, Li Xiuluo practiced successfully in the body of a ghost, was served by Ghost Master, and became attached to Xu Yi.
At that time, Xu Yi and Ghost Master were fighting. If not for the critical moment, Li Xiuluo sacrificed his life to interfere with Ghost Master, and Xu Yi would have died at that time. How could he have the current golden corpse cultivation level.
This person and this thing have been in a trance for nearly a hundred years, Xu Yi looks back as if it happened yesterday.
Saying goodbye to Li Xiuluo, Xu Yi headed west, but not long after, we arrived at the boundary of Guang'an Prefecture.
Although he had not lived in Guang'an Prefecture for long, he had a rare feeling of feeling shy about being close to home.
The mighty Nielong River is still running across the mountains and around the city. Xu Yi is riding a small boat up the river. While enjoying the scenery of the river and mountains, the scene of his past life in Guang'an flashes through his mind like a film.
He didn't speed up deliberately. In one day, he followed the river to Furong Town, which is where he met Qiu Wa.
He also sprinkled Uncle Mu's ashes on the Nielong River next to Furong Town. When he revisited the old place, the scenery was vague, but there was no familiar person.
When he entered the town, he found that the bun shop where he often took Qiu Wa to buy was still there, but he didn't recognize the shopkeeper. He ordered one and tasted it, and the taste was just as good as before, so they started talking.
As expected, this bun shop is a craft passed down from ancestors. Now, Xu Yi emptied the entire bun shop. After all, the old taste is the most unforgettable.
After the transaction was completed, the enthusiastic boss directed Xu Yi to the nearest incense shop. Xu Yi purchased a batch of incense candles and returned to the ship.
Burning incense and paper, Xu Yi silently prayed, "Uncle Mu, don't worry, even if I search the whole world, I will definitely find Qiu Wa."
After praying, he sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, cut open a thick stack of blessing papers, and began to fold the blessing boat to pray for the deceased.
As a high-level monk, Xu Yi is not very convinced about the underworld, but at this moment, he would rather believe it and follow the recommendation of the incense shop owner to buy this thick Yin Blessing Paper, intending to fold nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine paper boats for Uncle Mu and float them into this Nielong River.
If you use your thoughts, it will only take an instant to turn these nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine paper boats into something.
Since you are praying for blessings, you will be spiritual if you are sincere.
Xu Yi sat on the bow of the boat and began to work. From dusk to sunrise, Xu Yi worked very hard, and his mind gradually became calm during this concentration.
Suddenly, a voice came, "I think you have been folding since yesterday, and you must be folding the most sincere Jiuyin Blessing Ship. If you were to do it alone, I am afraid it would take a day and a night. I will help you."
The voice is like that of a drake, which is produced by a boy who is in the period of voice change. The boy in rough clothes standing on the river bank is about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is tall, has a slightly thin oval face, and a pair of smart eyes. He can be called a dignified appearance.
"Thank you, young man. This matter comes from your sincerity, so go ahead."
Xu Yi declined the young man's kindness. He did not want to be involved in unwarranted cause and effect.
But the young man was a familiar person. He jumped into the boat in two steps and said, "Master said that if you do one good deed every day, you will gradually follow the path of the sages. Don't worry, I will just help you. Every time I break one, I will also pray a few words. I will never mess up."
With that said, he sat down cross-legged opposite Xu Yi, took a piece of Yinfu paper, and folded it into a Yinfu boat in an instant. In terms of workmanship, it surpassed Xu Yi. He was obviously a skilled worker.
The young man glanced at Xu Yi proudly and put the Yinfu boat into the flowing water. It was immediately sent far away by Jiang Shui.
Seeing that the lucky boat was like water, and the cause and effect had taken place, Xu Yi stopped talking and continued to calmly fold the boat.
The young man didn't say much, and he really sincerely helped him fold the boat. By the time it was evening, there were only a few dozen pieces of paper left in the pile.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from the shore, and a ball of fire floated quickly. When he got closer, he looked closely and saw a girl in red riding a red horse. The person was only eight-color, and paired with this heroic spirit, it was very moving.
The horse rushed forward very fast. When it reached the shore, the girl tightened the reins. The horse's front hooves were raised sharply, and with a squeak, it actually controlled its figure steadily.
The girl in red pointed at the boy in the river, her pretty face was slightly sweaty, her red lips parted slightly, and she scolded, "Jia Junpeng, you are getting more and more invisible. Your mother is looking for you everywhere, calling you to go home for dinner, can you leave?"
Jia Junpeng waved his hand and said, "No hurry, no hurry, I'll be waiting for a while, just tell my mother that you can't find me, please help me!" He said, holding a fist in a false voice.
The girl in red scolded, "Your mother begged me. Otherwise, no one would care about you. If you don't come back, you will have to go back. It's all up to you." After scolding, he urged the horse to run towards the hooves.
The embankment was very steep, and one person and one horse were approaching like a dragon. In an instant, Jia Junpeng was so frightened that before he could speak, the long whip from the girl's palm had already spilled out. The whip curled up around Jia Junpeng's waist, and unexpectedly rolled him up. At this moment, the force came with great force. The horse was about to rush into the river. It was too late but not too late. The girl struck out with her left palm, and a three-foot-high water wave suddenly rose in the river. The man and the horse were obviously working together. With the powerful force of the shock, the horse actually rose into the air, completed a U-turn in mid-air, and rushed to the shore like a sword.
"Jiang Yingyue, start well and end well, Master has taught you, start well and end well..."
Only Jia Junpeng's complaints were left in the wind. The girl urged her horse to pick up Jia Junpeng. In the blink of an eye, only a flowing shadow remained.
Xu Yi smiled slightly, with envy in his eyes. After all the vicissitudes of life, he could only remember his original intention.
He finally completed the remaining dozens of paper boats just as the last ray of sunset was about to say goodbye to the river.
He straightened up, broadened his chest, took a deep breath, and suddenly felt Divine Clear Qi refreshed. Then he entered the town and still looked for the bun shop. After a good meal, he returned to the boat, drove the boat, and continued upstream.
A snake-shaped sword, about three feet long, shimmering with silver light, was fighting with a broad and long dark iron sword. Every time the two swords collided, bright and gorgeous sparks would erupt, exploding in the night sky and reflecting on the river, which was very dazzling.
"I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that Du San could also train Sword Control Technique to such an extent. It seems that I, Guang'an Prefecture, will finally enter the prosperous age of Martial Arts."
"That's right, don't think about it. The Immortal Saint came out of our Guang'an Prefecture after all. Speaking of which, he also came to this Furong Town. Royal Court has given Furong Town a lot of favors in talent selection over the years."
"Yes, otherwise, Du San's father was still doing long-term work for others two generations ago. His father was taken away from the government because of his civil affairs. Only then would there be resources for Du San's practice. To put it bluntly, it is simply unimaginable that decades ago, the Du San family and the Young Master Chen Er family were not even worthy of carrying shoes, and now the two of them can fight to the same level, and the Immortal Saint Legacy is as good as this."
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