I looked at it repeatedly for a while, and then looked back at Liu Erguang: "Get some water, the more the better."

Liu Erguang is also a solid eye, and actually drove the irrigation truck over.

I turned around and turned the water to the fullest, and the rushing water slammed on the compass, and the white smoke was like a fairyland.

After a cart of water, the compass gradually lost its response.

I tentatively held the compass in my hand and made sure it wouldn't hurt before I lifted it up completely.

The compass was dragged by me on my chest, and I slowly spread my feet apart, only in this posture can the accuracy of the compass be guaranteed.

I spun around in place, but nothing changed on the compass.

The middle part of the compass is called the Heavenly Pond, and the bottom is called the bottom of the sea, and in the middle of this is hidden a guiding needle.

The most important function of this needle is to distinguish the north and the south.

But this array does not point to the north, nor to the north, but to the position of the compass in the air.

Empty death is a big taboo in feng shui, small empty death is not good for everything, and big empty death is at home.

"No questions, you come with me." I turned my head and shouted, "Heavenly Thunder is staring here."

I drew a path for Wuwen, and he followed the path all the way to discern the dirt on the road.

When he arrived at the empty position, Wu Wen raised his head.

"Master, the taste has changed again."

I took the shovel off my shoulder and ran to the ground and began to dig.

Sure enough, an identical Ugin sarcophagus appeared on the ground, this time, a leg.

At this point, it's basically time to see the light of day.

According to the compass, there are a total of five empty death positions.

Wu Wen and I searched all the way, gathered all four limbs, and in the coffin in the easternmost position, dug up a beast-faced iron armor.

Wuwen has the courage to be bigger than the average person, and he will put these things together with his own hands.

"Master, one thing missing."

I nodded, "Head."

"The first priority is to find the head."

Wuwen shook his head very firmly: "This head, it may not be here."

"How do you know?"

"If you think about it carefully, we have basically finished this Zhuangzi, only the soil in these places smells strange."

I have learned the ability to ask no questions.

Naturally, I don't question what he said.

"It stands to reason that it shouldn't."

I pointed to the stump on the ground and said, "All limbs are here, and the head is not too far away."

"There's another way."

"The boss made it clear."

I had an idea in my heart, and I made my voice a little louder: "When the mountain does not come to me, I will go to the mountain."

I looked up at Wu and asked, "Aren't you Qingwei factions capable of controlling ghosts? With these limbs together, I will have a way to get him to show up and let Hui'an ambush beside me!"

"As long as you bring the righteous lord here, you are not afraid that you can't do anything about him!"

Wu Wen asked with some concern: "To be able to be cut into this virtue by others, eighty percent is not a good stubble, and the head of the family should be cautious."

"Don't worry, I've got it."

After I got the things together, I got a few Taoist priests and sent them to the threshing floor.

No one but us can come close.

Ten minutes later, I knocked on the door of Liu Erguang's house.

"Now that the matter is basically clear, don't be idle, go out and build a spiritual tent."

"Huh?" Liu Erguang looked surprised: "Who died?"

I smacked my teeth: "There are so many words, you can do it tonight if you move quickly."

"Gotcha!"

Liu Erguang turned around and picked up the broken gong, running and knocking along the way, talking about building a spiritual shed.

At this time, I was not idle, and all the people in the Taoist temple were concentrated in the grain field.

"Jing'an, you take the people in the scripture hall to chant."

Jing An nodded slowly and asked, "Is it the Sutra of Transcendence?"

"Requiem."

Although he was a little puzzled, he nodded.

"We're beating the side drums." Turning my head, I looked at Hui'an again: "You are the protagonist tonight."

Hui An's pale face turned red for a moment, and he immediately nodded and promised, "Leave it to me, don't worry!"

"Hear me out first."

I pointed to the stump that had been arranged: "This guy must have been a female evildoer before he was alive, and he has been dead for so many years, and he probably hasn't eaten human incense."

"Tonight, all the incense, candles, and paper are arranged, and with Jing'an's requiem spell, he will definitely appear."

"Shall I just kill him?"

"No, you have to keep him, and then find out his lost head, and the thing will be complete."

After speaking, I patted him on the shoulder: "You are the main attacker, and the responsibility and pressure are very high."

I leaned into his ear again and lowered my voice very low: "Fight well, turn over in a battle, and go ashore in white."

"Alright, let's get ready."

For a time, the threshing floor was crowded, and the villagers of Wangzhuang set up a spiritual shed, and the Taoist priests wearing various colored robes arranged various magic weapons.

I wanted to help, but was stopped by the thunder: "You don't want to do everything yourself, you're covered in iron, how many nails can you make?"

"You are responsible for watching, and call me at any time if you have any questions."