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The instant the shadow disappeared, Fang Zishu's eyes snapped open.

At this moment, Fang Zishu's face was blank, and his eyes were empty.

He pointed his finger at the small boat and the voice of a woman came out, "The path of immortality is the free will of the heavens. Open all eight gates and reverse the universe!"

The boat emitted a milky white halo the moment the shout was heard.

No matter how strong the suction force of the whirlpool was, the small boat was like an immovable cedar in the wind.

It stopped steadily within the river.

The most shocking thing was that the river water, which was originally flowing in a westerly direction, actually began to spin in reverse after the delicate shout. It changed from a westerly direction to a southeastern direction now.

From his deductions of the sixty-four divinities of Fuxi, Fang Zishu had deduced that Kai, Sheng, and Xiu were located in the northwest part of the river, but their boat was sailing from north to south. Not only were they at odds with Jimen, but they were also standing on the gates of death, injury, and shock.

But now, the flow of the river is reversed.

The danger gate they were in had moved to the west.

The three Jimens, which were originally located in the northwest, had now passed through the river and arrived directly to the north. In other words, under the powerful effects of the Immortal Talisman, the eight locations had all undergone changes.

With the reversal of the eight gates of death, the original gate of death had become the Gate of Life.

The dry position at the Gate of Life moved to the Gate of Death.

Oddly enough, the whirlpool in the middle of the river had not disappeared after the northwest Jimen had moved over, but the powerful suction of the whirlpool was gone.

The entire surface of the river was calm, except for the turbid waters.

"Hidden!"

With that shout, he collapsed onto the small boat. The policeman on the side reacted quickly and rushed over to support Fang Zhoushu so that he would not accidentally fall into the river.

"Child, you … Are you all right? "

The note looked at the white paper like square book, and its tone was filled with worry.

Fang Zishu did not say a word. He only shook his head, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing this, the note did not dare to disturb him and just quietly stood to the side, guarding the prescription.

It wasn't until the first half of the moon that the book finally woke up.

Fang Zishu first looked at the calm surface of the river, then at the note that was napping at the bow of the ship, before the boulder that was hanging over his heart finally fell to the ground.

One had to know that the Immortal-Requesting Talisman he used today was a taboo Tao technique.

This mantra was extremely similar to the Divine Summoning Arts that were spread in the Northeast as well as Chuan Yu.

In order to request this of a God, not only must one's bloodline be pure, but they also had to sacrifice some of their own precious treasures, such as their lifespan, blood essence, or limbs. Only then would they be able to invite a powerful God to assist them.

This time, he paid the price of three years of his lifespan with the help of Immortal Ma and the Ninth Mother.

This way, he could reverse the situation and save his life.

To the nearby Taoists, although the cost of this spell was heavy, the effect was immediate. It was one of the means to save their lives.

However, for the powerful and arrogant south-east families, using this kind of external technique was a form of humiliation to the Fang family. Therefore, all Fang family members were not allowed to use this technique.

This time, if the situation had not been so critical, Fang Zishu would not have come up with such a plan.

Fortunately, the celestial maiden who had appeared did not disappoint him.

The lone star hung high in the sky, and the clear and cold moonlight scattered down like a curtain of light over the earth.

The entire boat was dyed a silvery white, becoming one with the surging river.

The only thing that Fang Zishu could not understand was that since the eight gates had already been reversed, then the thirty-two divinities should have been destroyed. But why was there still a whirlpool in the middle of the river?

Could it be that there was something else hidden within this whirlpool?

Thinking of this, Fang Zishu immediately woke up the sleeping cop and told him to use the broken pulp board to bring the boat closer to the whirlpool. He wanted to see what exactly was hidden in the whirlpool.

After the events of the day, the police began to fear the huge whirlpool in the middle of the river.

If not for the fact that Fang Zishu had fallen into a deep slumber and that he did not know of the way out, how could he have kept the small boat in place? Right now, the whirlpool had not disappeared yet, but Fang Zhoushu wanted to find out what was going on. What if he met with danger along the way? Thinking of this, the policeman's face was filled with reluctance.

Although he was unwilling, the note did not reject the book's request.

He then took the broken board and slowly slid the boat into the middle of the river.

As he neared the whirlpool, he realized that the whirlpool was still spinning.

It was just that the frequency of the swirl was several times slower than it had been during the day. In addition to the distance separating them, they mistakenly thought that the swirl had completely calmed down …

Tiptoeing, he looked into the whirlpool.

It was a pity that it was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

The only thing that could be heard was the sound of flowing water.

Other than that, there was nothing else.

"Am I wrong?" "There's nothing else hidden within this whirlpool?"

Fang Zishu frowned, feeling that things were not as simple as they seemed.

At this moment, the moon, which was hidden in the clouds, completely lifted its veil.

The bright moonlight was cast towards the earth, also towards the dark whirlpool.

Buzz Buzz …

As soon as the moonlight entered the whirlpool, a slight buzzing sound could be heard from inside.

This sound was just like the bees harvesting honey in spring, concentrated and urgent.

Hearing the voice, the cop felt his heart tremble. He thought that something strange was about to happen, so he quickly pulled the boat back.

He was afraid of being sucked into the whirlpool.

The buzzing grew louder.

As the boat drew back, the book found that the moonlight that had been cast into the whirlpool had been reflected by some substance from the whirlpool onto a slope by the river.

The strangest thing was that the empty slope was actually buzzing.

Then a piece of black stone at the side of the slope twisted.

Not long after, a narrow flight of bluestone steps revealed itself.

Fang Zishu's eyes narrowed as he said to himself, "This place is surrounded by water on three sides. Only the eastern slope is high, which means' gathering water with an azure dragon '. Not only that, but it was midnight now, so the yin aura was already the densest. In front of us is the 'Azure Dragon Water Gathering', and then the moonlight shines on the slope, which means' standing on the moon and climbing the sky '.

Although the cop didn't know anything about 'Feng Shui is in a storm', his professional sense of smell told him that if someone could hide the tomb in this way, there must be a good tomb inside the green stone stairs.

"Child, I …"

Before the cop could finish his words, he was interrupted by Fang Zi's books, "Bill, I see your hands are itching again, right? Aren't you afraid of adding new karma? You have to understand that for those who have been afflicted with a karmic retribution, it is easier for them to be infected again even if they have received a great opportunity and perished! "

After pausing for a moment, Fang Zishu continued, "Our top priority right now is to find traces of the temple, and thus find the divine soul. As for the other things, I suggest that you take them in temporarily …"