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Chapter 136 The Earth-Drawing Needle! 【Please subscribe】

"The name of this rat refers to the lost rat, which is best at finding places where inspiration gathers."

"Since this dimensional barrier is formed with the help of the Feng Shui terrain here, the place where the Feng Shui gathers here must be the foundation of the dimensional barrier."

"The dimensional barrier here is extremely exclusive. If we find the spiritual cave where Feng Shui gathers, will you be able to enter it?"

After hearing this, Deng Yang did not reject the middle-aged Taoist's proposal, but asked bluntly.

After some exploration just now, Deng Yang has also noticed that the dimensional barrier is based on this peak and disappears into the surrounding space. With the help of the Feng Shui pattern here, it forms a huge Feng Shui array.

A formation like this cannot be opened by violent means unless you are a monk who is proficient in Feng Shui.

Although Deng Yang could destroy this mountain peak and completely destroy the Feng Shui pattern of this place, this method is the worst option.

Once violence is used to break the Feng Shui pattern here, the dimensional barrier will inevitably be involved in the turbulent flow of space, and the energy of this place will inevitably be greatly damaged.

At that time, not only will the temporary residence you chose will be greatly compromised, but the "evils that may be suppressed" in the dimensional barrier may also be released. It is completely a choice that outweighs the gains and losses.

It would be great if a descendant of this Burial Ground lineage could find a way to crack the Feng Shui pattern of this place.

"You can try."

"Although my Burial Ground lineage has declined, it still has some foundation. But if we can find the Feng Shui Spirit Point here, and with the combined efforts of my two brothers, we should be able to temporarily open a gap."

After hearing what Deng Yang said, the middle-aged Taoist hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and agreed.

Since there is a dimensional barrier hidden here, the possibility of containing earth vein beads is extremely high, and the middle-aged Taoist naturally does not want to give up.

If it were not for Deng Yang, the middle-aged Taoist would not dare to tamper with such a strange Feng Shui pattern. After all, no one knew what was hidden in the dimensional barrier.

But this time, with the support of senior experts like Deng Yang, there is no need to worry about the future, and the middle-aged Taoist naturally has no reason to refuse.

"Brother."

As soon as the middle-aged Taoist said this, the expression of the young man beside him suddenly changed slightly.

His family knew his own affairs, and as soon as the middle-aged Taoist said this, the young man naturally knew the middle-aged Taoist's plan.

Temporarily breaking open the Feng Shui Spirit Point and blocking the natural trend of heaven and earth, this kind of thing is naturally not something that their brothers can do. The reason why the middle-aged Taoist agreed to it is because of the earth-guiding needle passed down from the ancestors of the burial ground. This treasure is A treasure inherited from the Burial Ground lineage, especially good at tapping acupoints to calm spirits.

But with the cultivation level of their fellow apprentices, if they want to activate the Divine Needle, their vitality will be severely damaged. If there is no gain this time, it will be a waste of money.

"Junior brother, there is no need to say anything, I have already made up my mind for you."

Looking at his junior brother's expression of embarrassment and hesitation, the middle-aged Taoist man naturally knew what he was worried about.

However, wealth is gained in danger. In order to revive the Burial Ground lineage, even if it costs his life, he will not begrudge him at all, let alone having his vitality seriously damaged.

He is now thirty-eight years old, and is only twelve years away from the fifty-year limit of the Burial Ground lineage.

Although he did not hesitate to die, he was afraid of betraying the great trust of his master and uncle, and cutting off the roots of the Burial Ground lineage.

As he spoke, the middle-aged Taoist didn't say much. He touched the Mystic Rat in his hand, took out a pill the size of a rice grain from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he squatted down and placed the Mystic Rat on the ground. .

I saw that the mysterious finger mouse was just like an ordinary mouse. After swallowing the pill in its mouth, it spun in circles on the ground, swinging its long flesh up and down like a pointer, and soon it started to move. The cute and fat body walked towards the foot of the cliff.

"Chi! Chi chi."

Wandering to the recessed corner of the cliff, the lost-fingered rat suddenly stretched out two small claws and dug a hole in the cliff wall as if no one was watching.

Although the claws of the lost rat looked short, the digging speed was not slow at all. The hard rock wall was not much stronger than flour in front of its small fleshy claws.

After a while, a dark hole the size of a fist was dug out on one side of the cliff.

"If this junior's prediction is correct, this place should be an acupoint in the Feng Shui pattern of this place."

"I just don't know how deep it is. Please wait a moment, senior."

Looking at the dark cave in front of him that led to nowhere, the middle-aged Taoist immediately took a step back and spoke to Deng Yang respectfully.

"It's okay."

"I would like to see what secrets are hidden in this dimensional barrier that can actually make this top-notch corpse-raising place so thin."

After sizing up the fist-sized dark cave, Deng Yang subconsciously squinted his eyes and looked at the four surrounding peaks shaped like coffin boards.

Although he is not proficient in the art of Feng Shui, he has taken a liking to the Feng Shui pattern since he came here.

This Dingjiang Mountain is indeed as he expected, with the Yin soil hidden in the ground, and the Yin evil spirit is indeed stronger than ordinary places, but that's all, but it is far from worthy of the Feng Shui pattern of this place.

Although Deng Yang felt a little strange at first, he didn't think much about it. But now that he thought about it carefully, all the abnormalities should be related to this dimensional barrier.

"Forehead"

"Senior, this is not a place to raise corpses."

After hearing Deng Yang's words, the middle-aged Taoist hesitated for a moment, then whispered a reminder.

"Isn't it a corpse place?"

As soon as the middle-aged Taoist said these words, Deng Yang's face suddenly condensed and he subconsciously turned his gaze to him.

Although he admits that he is not proficient in the art of Feng Shui, he is not completely involved in it. The classics accumulated by the Wutong lineage for decades can be considered to be comprehensive. Having accepted the background of his original body, he considers himself to be quite knowledgeable. .

After all, the knowledge accumulated by the original body over more than 100 years is no joke.

However, although Deng Yang had some confidence in his own knowledge, he did not directly refute the reminder from such professionals.

After all, there are specialties in the arts. When it comes to cultivation, the three people from the Burial Ground lineage are naturally not as good as myself, but when it comes to Feng Shui, they are the real experts.

"Senior, please see."

Facing Deng Yang's eyes that seemed to be as real as day, the middle-aged Taoist felt extremely stressed for a moment.

While secretly cursing himself for talking too much, he also had to answer Deng Yang's doubts at this time.

After all, he could not be sure of the temperament of a moody senior like Deng Yang.

And looking at Deng Yang's appearance, if he couldn't give a reasonable explanation today, he might have to suffer a lot.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged Taoist didn't waste any time. He took out a folded bronze armillary sphere from the treasure bag behind him and slowly unfolded it.

"The ancestral spirit borrows the method: determine the pulse and find the dragon!"

"Crack! Kick"

As the seal in the middle-aged Taoist's hand changed, the heavenly stems, earthly branches, sun, moon and stars on the armillary sphere suddenly began to rotate. A blurry projection, accompanied by a touch of earthy yellow light, suddenly unfolded. "Seniors should have seen that the terrain here is low, and four mountains block the airflow, making it difficult for sunlight to enter. It is a typical situation of four breaks that is dark and wet. This is the trend."

"Surrounded by mountains on all sides, it looks like a coffin. This is the shape."

"The situation is right. According to common sense, this place is indeed a rare place to raise corpses, but nostalgia is bad for this tombstone, which is Dingzhang Mountain."

"The art of Feng Shui emphasizes the reversal of yin and yang, and the situation cannot be exhausted. This place is uniquely blessed by nature to exhaust the limits of yin and dampness, but the extremes of things must be reversed, and the yin and yang arise. The monument means suppression."

"The addition of Dingzong Mountain here is like a coffin being placed in a grave. With the monument, it has evolved from a place for raising corpses to a place for suppressing corpses. It is because of this mountain that it is named: Dingzong Mountain!"

Pointing to the projection on the armillary sphere, the middle-aged Taoist did not dare to show off at all and directly gave his explanation in plain language.

"I see."

After hearing this and considering the situation around him, Deng Yang suddenly understood.

He is not someone who cannot listen to what others say, not to mention that in terms of Feng Shui judgment, it is not a shame to lose to such professionals.

The middle-aged Taoist's explanation really made Deng Yang somewhat impressed.

It seems that although the inheritance of the Burial Ground lineage has many limitations, it does have its own uniqueness. At least the Wutong lineage's collection of simple Feng Shui knowledge is far behind.

Thinking of this, Deng Yang suddenly had some thoughts in his heart.

The Wutong line is following the path of Cauldron Melting Ten Thousand Scriptures. If there is a chance, the inherited technique of the Burial Ground line must be obtained.

Although it is of no use now, it is not a bad thing to collect it.

Although he does not have the wisdom and talent to learn from others' strengths, the ancient bronze lamp is his greatest confidence.

It is still necessary to collect the inherited spells of other sects.

After all, in Deng Yang's opinion, if he wanted to survive in this spiritual world, it was only a matter of time before he established a sect, and he would not be able to go far by working alone.

Thinking of this, Deng Yang's eyes immediately became much kinder when he looked at the three brothers and sisters.

The status of these people in his heart suddenly improved, at least they can no longer be regarded as ordinary tools.

While Deng Yang was thinking about this, a cold wind suddenly blew out of the cave dug by the rat at the side of the cliff.

The moment he felt this sinister wind, the middle-aged Taoist's face suddenly became happy.

"Senior, the Feng Shui acupoint has been found."

"This junior can use the master's secret method to break through the dimensional barrier. However, with my cultivation level, I am afraid it can only last for a moment. I hope my seniors can help me when the time comes."

After lighting a gray incense stick and placing it in front of the entrance of the cave, the middle-aged Taoist immediately took two steps back and spoke to Deng Yang solemnly.

"It doesn't matter, just do it!"

After hearing this, Deng Yang didn't take it seriously at all.

It's just a dimensional barrier without an abbot. Deng Yang just can't find the entrance. If he can open the entrance, even for just a moment, he thinks that it won't be a problem to tear out a portal with his methods. .

"Thank you senior."

Seeing Deng Yang's unconcerned expression, the middle-aged Taoist immediately felt reassured.

"Junior brother, I will be the main force this time. You can just assist me later."

After settling Deng Yang's side, the middle-aged Taoist immediately turned his attention to the young man beside him.

"Senior brother, let me take the lead. The situation within the dimensional barrier is unknown, and I may need to use my senior brother later."

"Okay, you don't have to fight. I have two essence pills here. One for each of you, Brother Qi, should be able to protect you and others with some vitality."

When the middle-aged Taoist and his junior brother were in a stalemate, Deng Yang suddenly spoke and interrupted the argument between the two.

With that said, he took out two longan-sized blue elixirs with beeswax sealed on the surface from his cuffs and handed them to the two of them.

Although the elixir is precious, the two brothers are two excellent tools. This time they have contributed a lot, and Deng Yang is not a stingy person.

As long as he can successfully open the dimensional barrier, he can still afford a mere two essence pills.

"Elixir!!!"

When the two senior brothers rubbed the beeswax together, a fragrance mixed with the scent of vegetation suddenly filled the air. The girl on the side suddenly had eyes wide open. She wanted to rush forward immediately, grab the elixir from the hands of the two senior brothers, and study it carefully. Ichiban.

Immediately, the girl also reacted, looking at Deng Yang steadily, with no trace of desire in her eyes.

Her cultivation is indeed not as good as her two senior brothers, but she has been familiar with medical classics since she was a child and is quite passionate about medicine.

She had only heard about this kind of elixir, and this was the first time she saw the real thing.

"Hahaha~"

"Don't worry, after this trip is over, I will give you one."

Looking at the girl's big watery eyes and her innocent begging attitude, Deng Yang couldn't help but be amused for a moment.

"Senior! You are quite a nice person."

After hearing this, the girl suddenly looked flattering, as if she was afraid that Deng Yang would return, and immediately issued him a good person card.

But when Deng Yang heard this, his face darkened subconsciously, and he immediately had the urge to retract what he had said before.

Not to mention that Deng Yang was in an inexplicable mood for a moment. After the middle-aged Taoist brother received the elixir, all doubts in his heart were instantly gone.

The middle-aged Taoist didn't waste any time, and immediately took out a long wooden box about five inches long from the treasure bag on his back, with the surface covered with khaki runes and sealed with charms.

After carefully opening the wooden box, a long needle about three inches long, the color of khaki agate, and as thick as a baby's little finger was immediately exposed to everyone.

"Cithromycin."

Looking at the material of the long needle that looks like wood but not wood, looks like gold but not gold, looks like jade but not jade, and the hazy aura of earth covering it, Deng Yang's eyes suddenly narrowed.

It seems that it is not unreasonable for the Burial Ground lineage to be passed down for such a long time. Rather, it has the existence of strange immortals, so it still has some background.

Although this magic weapon made of stone marrow is not yet a magic weapon, it already has a certain spirituality and has begun to take shape.

"Senior, you have good eyesight. This treasure is exactly the bloodline inheritance magic weapon of my burial place's lineage, 'Earth-Guiding Needle'!"

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