As soon as I got out of the car, I said to Mao Jing:
"Mao Jing, let's go to my grandmaster's grave!"
"The grave?"
Mao Jing looked puzzled.
I nodded.
"Yes, the Feng Shui at my grandmaster's grave is excellent—the three of fortune, prosperity, and longevity are all complete.
There's a wind gap before the grave, forming a spiritual energy flow like the tide of a great river.
The Green Bamboo there has even more abundant Yi Wood energy.
We'll cut down a few stalks, burn them into Bamboo Joint Ash, and bring it back..."
"Alright!"
Mao Jing nodded.
Then we headed for my grandmaster's grave.
Once we arrived at the graveyard, I took out the long incense I carried and began to pay my respects.
Seeing this, Mao Jing also took out three sticks of incense and bowed three times.
After all, Grandmaster had once roamed the world unopposed. His strength had reached the pinnacle of mastery—terrifying beyond measure.
If he had not been injured while forcibly breaking into Carefree Tower in his later years, he would not have ultimately lost his life fighting that whole group of evil cultivators and ghosts from Carefree Tower.
"Grandmaster, your disciple Du'e has come to take a few stalks of Green Bamboo. Senior Brother Zhuang Sheng is in grave danger. I hope you'll bless him. The day after tomorrow, when we send off his soul, if possible, please help receive Senior Brother Zhuang Sheng as well..."
After paying my respects to Grandmaster, Mao Jing and I began looking for our target.
We quickly settled on three stalks of Green Bamboo.
Mao Jing had picked all of them. He said that, whether in terms of growth, thickness, the lushness of their leaves, or their Feng Shui positions, those stalks were the best.
But