The owner of the tomb was none other than Li Xiuluo. In the past, Li Xiuluo had achieved success in cultivation with the body of a ghost. He was enslaved by the ghost master and became attached to Xu Yi.
At that time, Xu Yi was fighting with the ghost lord. If Li Xiuluo hadn't sacrificed himself to interfere with the ghost lord at a critical moment, Xu Yi would have died at that time, and there would be no such thing as the Golden Corpse cultivation base today.
It's been nearly a hundred years since people and things happened in a trance, Xu Yi recalled it as if it happened yesterday.
After bidding farewell to Li Xiuluo, Xu Yi headed west all the way, and after a while, he arrived at the boundary of Guang'an Mansion.
Even though he didn't live in Guang'an Mansion for a long time, he had a rare feeling of being close to home and timid.
The mighty Nielong River is still flowing across the mountains and around the city. Xu Yi drove a flat boat and went up the river. .
He didn't speed up deliberately, and in a day, he also went along the river to Furong Town, where he met Qiu Wa.
Mu Bo's ashes were also sprinkled on the Nielong River near Furong Town by him, revisiting the old place, the scenery is vague, but there are no familiar people anymore.
When he entered the small town, he found that the steamed stuffed bun shop he used to take Qiuwa to buy in the past was still there, but the shopkeeper did not know him.
Sure enough, this steamed stuffed bun shop was an ancestral handicraft, Xu Yi emptied out the whole steamed stuffed bun shop, after all, the old taste is the most memorable.
After the transaction was completed, the enthusiastic boss pointed Xu Yi to the nearest incense candle shop. Xu Yi bought a batch of incense candles and returned to the boat.
Burning incense and burning paper, Xu Yi silently prayed, "Don't worry, Mu Bo, even if I search all over the world, even if I search all three thousand worlds, I will definitely find Qiuwa."
After praying, he sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, cut open a thick stack of yin blessing paper, and began to fold the yin blessing boat to pray for the dead.
As a high-ranking monk, Xu Yi is not very convinced about the ghosts, but at this moment, he would rather believe it, and according to the recommendation of the incense and candle shop, he bought this thick yin fortune paper, intending to fold it for Mu Bo nine thousand ninety-nine One hundred and ninety-nine paper boats floated into this evil dragon river.
If you use your mind, it will only take an instant to make these nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine paper boats.
Since it is a blessing, sincerity leads to spirit.
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 in this concentration.
Suddenly, a voice came, "I see that you have folded since yesterday until now, and you must fold the most sincere Jiuyin blessing boat. If you do it alone, you may have to fold it for a day and a night. to help you."
The voice is like a male duck's voice, which is made 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, with a slightly thin oval face and a pair of smart eyes. Looks great.
"Thank you, young man, sincerity is the most important thing in this matter, let's go."
Xu Yi declined the young man's kindness, he didn't want to involve any more unprovoked cause and effect.
The young man is familiar with himself, and he jumped on the boat in two or three steps, "Master said, do good deeds every day, and gradually, you will follow the way of sages and sages. Don't worry, I will help you. Every time I break one, I will also pray a few words." , never fool things."
As he said that, he sat down cross-legged across from Xu Yi, took a piece of Yinfu paper, and folded it into a Yinfu boat in no time. In terms of workmanship, it surpassed Xu Yi, obviously a skilled worker.
The young man glanced at Xu Yi complacently, put the Yinfu boat into the flowing water, and was immediately sent away by the gurgling river.
Seeing that the blessed boat was like water, and the cause and effect had already happened, Xu Yi stopped talking and continued to break the boat quietly.
The young man didn't talk much, and he really helped him fold the boat sincerely. After the fold, it was evening again, and only a few dozen sheets of paper were left.
At this moment, there was the sound of horseshoes on the shore, and a ball of flowing fire quickly floated towards her. When she got close, she looked intently, but there was a girl in red riding a red horse. Vigorous and heroic, it is very moving.
The horse rushed forward very fast, and when it reached the shore, the girl reined in the reins, and the horse's front hooves lifted sharply, with a sound of rhythm, it managed to control its figure steadily.
The girl in red pointed at the boy in the river, sweating slightly on her pretty face, her red lips slightly parted, and said coquettishly, "Jia Junpeng, you are getting more and more shapeless, your mother is looking for you everywhere, calling you to go home for dinner, you can't go Walk?"
Jia Junpeng waved his hand and said, "No rush, no hurry, I'll be waiting for a while, so you can tell my mother that I can't be found, please excuse me!"
The red-clothed girl scolded, "Your mother begged me, otherwise, no one would care about you, and if you don't return, you will have to go back, and it's all up to you." After scolding, she urged the horse to gallop down.
The embankment is very steep, one person and one horse are approaching like a dragon, and they are approaching in a blink of an eye. Jia Junpeng is startled, and before he can speak, the long whip in the girl's palm has already been spilled, and the whip flowers rolled around Jia Junpeng's waist, rolling him up. At that moment, the galloping horse was about to rush into the river, and it was too late, then soon, the girl slashed out with her left palm, and a three-foot-high water wave suddenly rose in the river. Obviously, the person and the horse were familiar with each other. Seeing this powerful counter-shock force, the steed rose into the air, completed a U-turn in mid-air, and rushed forward like a sword.
"Jiang Yingyue, start well and end well, my master has taught me, start well and end well..."
Only Jia Junpeng's complaints remained in the wind, and the girl urged the horse to pick up Jia Junpeng, and in the blink of an eye, only a flowing shadow remained.
Xu Yi smiled slightly, and envy appeared in his eyes. He has gone through vicissitudes, and his original intention is only to remember.
He finally finished the remaining dozens of paper boats just as the last rays of the setting sun were about to bid farewell to the river.
He straightened up, broadened his chest, took a deep breath, and immediately felt refreshed. Afterwards, he entered the town and searched for the steamed stuffed bun shop. After a hearty meal, he returned to the boat and drove the boat. Continue to swim upstream.
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A snake-shaped sword, about three feet long, with silver light shining all over its body, was fighting with a wide and long black iron sword. Every time the two swords collided, bright and gorgeous sparks would burst out, exploding in the air. The night sky, reflected on the river, is very eye-catching.
"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it. Du San also waited until he had practiced his swordsmanship to such an extent. It seems that my Guang'an Mansion is going to enter the prosperous age of martial arts after all."
"That's right, I don't even think about it. After all, the Immortal Saint came out of our Guang'an Mansion. Speaking of which, he also came to Furong Town. Wang Ting has given Furong Town a lot of favors in the selection of talents over the years."
"That's right, otherwise, Du San counted down two generations, his father was still doing long-term work for others, and his father was recruited by the mansion because of literary affairs, so there are resources for Du San to practice. I can't imagine that decades ago, Du Sanjia and Chen Ershao's family were not worthy of carrying shoes, but now they are evenly matched, and the immortal saint's legacy is as good as this."
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