Chapter Seven, last night the heavenly wind swept the stone bed, and I sat alone facing the three lives of the moon

Yang Heng took the cloth shoes and put them into the package, saying: "Then I won't be polite, thank you very much, Senior Sister Zhenyan"

He felt deeply moved and respectfully said in a low voice: "Master, I will not fail your expectations."

He was clever and quick-witted, naturally discerning the implied meaning in Master Mingjing's words. Unable to contain his joy, he said, "Disciple will follow the Master's arrangements"

Yang Heng was not disheartened; while contemplating the methods to improve his luck, he began to clean the Buddhist hall.

Master Mingjing reached out and took a small handful of dust, scattering it on the ground, saying: "Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, Amitabha"

Thinking of his mother, Yang Heng's mood darkened, when he heard the voice of Mingjing Fangzhang behind him: "Zhenyuan!"

Yang Heng felt an unbearable itch in his heart and sighed, saying: "I have no chance; that old nun will never allow me to descend the mountain"

Master Mingjing stated: "It is now confirmed that the esteemed Duanmu has indeed appeared near Suiyang. Disciples from our various branches have gradually descended the mountain to investigate, and the Faron Temple will also send disciples down. Junior Brother Mingdeng has requested assistance from the old monk; you should accompany them to the Two Lakes now."

Master Mingdeng chuckled nonchalantly, dragging his feet to Master Minghua's side, and with both hands returned the sword, saying: "Senior brother, I stole your elixir, you lent me your true words, so our accounts are settled."

He handed the sword to Yang Hengdao, saying: "This is one I used in my early years, I give it to you"

Waving to the crowd, Yang Heng said, "Everyone, please return to the temple, and remember to come visit me when you have time." He then turned and walked up the mountain

Master Mingjing approached Yang Heng and, with a gentle smile, said: "Zhenyuan, would you be willing to stay at the Jinding Zen Monastery for half a year?"

Zhen Cai, Zhen Hun, Zhen Chan, and Xiao Ye entered. Zhen Hun the monk smiled and said: "Master has gone on a long journey, so Senior Brother Zhen Cai brought us to see you"

Yang Heng laughed and scolded, "Go on, keep coming up with rotten ideas. Hmm... well, this is indeed a method. After all, this isn't the first time I've sneaked down the mountain behind the old nun's back."

Master Mingjing, upon seeing Yang Heng's appropriate response, admired him even more. He turned back and asked with a smile, "Junior Sister, what do you think?"

The Divine Nun of the Bright Moon felt a flush on her face and said: "I, a foolish nun, realize that this is all the true source's own creation"

More than ten days later, Yang Heng's injuries had initially healed. He simply packed a few pieces of clothing and left the Faron Temple to report to the Jinding Zen Monastery. Zhen Chan, Zhen Hun, and Xiao Ye reluctantly saw him off outside the temple, and even the monk Zhen Cai, who had previously been at odds with him, unexpectedly came to bid him farewell.

Yang Heng set down the dustpan and said happily, "How come you all have time to come today?"

Yang Hengdao: "It should at least be a full six months, right? How is Shijie Zhenyan doing?"

Master Mingdeng chuckled and said: "They are all monks without possessions, coming and going without attachments, why delay? You will take one path, led by Zhen Cai; I will take another path, leading myself. Let us meet at Pujisi Temple outside Suiyang City."

I recalled Master Mingdeng mentioning last night that his Iron Garment Divine Art has reached a considerable level, and one only needs to comprehend it with dedication, avoiding the pitfalls of greed and rashness. Even in the absence of his protective presence, there would be no hindrance. However, I am unaware of what extraordinary techniques of the Yunyan Sect Master Mingjing will impart to me during my six-month training at the Golden Summit Zen Monastery.

Master Mingjing gazed at Yang Heng for a moment and replied: "Very well, I shall give you a reason. You are too slow, which greatly displeases me. When you are able to meet the standards I have in mind, I will provide you with an even better reason."

At this moment, Master Mingjing has been informed by the young novice about the events leading up to and following the battle at the Faron Temple. With a smile, he said to Sister Mingyue, "Junior Sister, this lay disciple you have taken in is bold and passionate, clever and talented; truly remarkable."

Yang Heng nonchalantly said, "It's nothing, as long as I have some free time, I will sneak out to find you. Besides, it's only a matter of half a year; in the blink of an eye, it will be over."

Yang Heng turned around and respectfully greeted the Master of the Mirror, saying: "Disciple Zhenyuan pays his respects to the Master!"

After an unknown period of time, Master Mingjing came over, and the ground was spotless, with not a speck of dust remaining

Yang Heng thanked the monk at the entrance and walked into the Zen temple. He had visited this place twice before, but he did not know where the Ping Shan Buddha Hall was located. Fortunately, he was eloquent and had a great rapport with people, so he asked along the way and eventually gathered seven or eight idle young monks to guide him.

Yang Heng said with a sense of relief: "No wonder, if the old nun were still on the mountain, how could she let me go out?"

After walking for about an hour, we arrived outside the Jinding Zen Monastery. The monastery was grand in scale, even more impressive than the Xuedou Monastery. A welcoming monk, upon seeing Yang Heng, called out: "Brother Zhenyuan, the abbot has instructed you to proceed to the Pingshan Buddha Hall"

About a month later, Master Mingjing said, "Zhenyuan, pack your things and return to Farong Temple"

Although she clearly knew that no one was around, she still nervously glanced around and quickly pulled out a pair of cloth shoes that had already been warmed by her body heat.

However, considering Master Mingdeng's unkempt appearance and his astonishing cultivation, one can understand that this old man also embodies a return to simplicity, with an inner charm that far surpasses the seemingly fierce and intimidating Qionglai Mountain Lord by an unknown margin

On another day, Yang Heng spent only a little over half an hour cleaning the dust in the Ping Shan Buddhist Hall. Just as he was about to use the dustpan to sprinkle some more, he heard the voice of Monk Zhen Cai calling from outside: "Junior Brother Zhen Yuan, we have come to see you!"

He has come to understand that cultivation is not necessarily confined to closed-door practice; sweeping the floor, chopping wood, and even eating and sleeping can also be forms of cultivation, and may even be more beneficial to the Buddha's heart.

Yang Heng nodded and said: "The disciple has understood clearly. There are a total of 21 forms, each with seven variations. However, one is not restricted to the limitations of the techniques and can combine them freely, resulting in countless transformations."

Early that morning, Yang Heng entered the Ping Shan Buddhist Hall, only to be astonished to find that Master Mingjing had not only arrived first but had also begun cleaning.

Yang Heng was taken aback and asked, "Master, hasn't the six-month period not yet been completed?"

Upon arriving outside the Ping Shan Buddhist Hall, Yang Heng found it empty, with Master Mingjing not present. He walked into the hall with a slight sense of surprise, but saw that inside was a beautifully painted statue of Guanyin, the Bodhisattva of Compassion, which was majestic and serene. He couldn't help but think to himself: "She does resemble my mother a bit."

Zhen Chan, feeling unconvinced, made a few gestures and said, "I am not lacking either; my flower-picking finger technique has already reached the third rank!"

A flash of inspiration inexplicably crossed Yang Heng's mind, and he murmured: "Sweep with intention, sweep with intention..."

Upon hearing this, the Zen monk Zhen Cai recalled something and hurriedly said: "Zhen Yuan, do you know why the Abbot of Mingjing wants you to meditate in seclusion at the Golden Summit Zen Temple for six months"

Xiao Ye and Zhen Yan, both being girls, have a particularly harmonious relationship. Upon hearing this, she replied: "Senior Sister Zhen Yan is truly diligent; she has been granted permission to practice the Dragon Tree Sword Technique, which is much stronger than Zhen Chan."

Master Mingjing said: "You had breakfast yesterday, why do you need to eat it again this morning"

As everyone chatted and laughed until noon, the true monk took his leave with the crowd.

At present, Yang Heng bids farewell to Master Mingjing, hurriedly packs his belongings, and rushes back to Farong Temple, fearing that if he arrives late, Zhen Cai and the others will have already set off.

Master Mingjing did not respond, only smilingly said: "Let us speak after it is finished."

The Divine Nun of the Bright Moon was greatly astonished upon hearing this, not understanding why Master Mingjing would do such a thing

By the time it got dark, not much dust had been swept away, and much of the dust that had been collected in the dustpan was again scattered by his legs. Thus, this cycle continued, and the progress was indeed limited

Master Mingjing said: "I brought something, just leave it outside the door, please help me bring it in"

Master Mingjing looked at his filthy hands and feet, then glanced at the cloth shoes covered in dust, which had lost their original color, and nodded, saying: "Tomorrow morning, wait for me here"

Yang Heng replied with a hint of irritation, "Disciple has already eaten, thank you for your concern, Master"

Master Minghua, in a mix of laughter and tears, remarked: "You, monk, are truly being unreasonable; whose reasoning is this?"

The true monk said: "I have heard that in a couple of days, our Yunyan Sect will send disciples from each branch to the Lianghu region for investigation, on one hand to search for the whereabouts of Master Duanmu, and on the other hand to provide additional opportunities for training"

This time the effect has significantly improved, but there are still more that fall outside than those that land in the dustpan

Yang Hengda looked at Master Mingjing with confusion, not understanding what tricks he was up to

On that day, after cleaning half of the Buddhist hall, Yang Hengyue became increasingly frustrated. In a fit of anger, he put on his shoes and muttered to himself, "I won't do this anymore; I'm going to find that old monk and get some clarity!"

Yang Heng was taken aback and asked, "What is Sakura Terrace?"

Master Mingdeng lazily remarked: "Your master is used to going solo, so you might as well bear the burden of these hangers-on."

Yang Heng bowed and said: "Master, thank you for teaching your disciple the Floating Dust Sweeping Leg."

Upon arriving outside the temple, he saw from a distance that Xiao Ye and others were already waiting at the entrance. He approached and asked, "Is the master in?"

Zhen Yan, blushing, said nothing and bowed to Yang Heng, saying, "Take care, junior brother!" He then jogged away.

The Master Mingdeng nodded slightly and said, "I believe you, poor monk." His hand rose slightly, and with a swift motion, a streak of blue light flashed by, revealing a celestial sword in his palm.

Seeing Yang Heng's ignorance, the truly arrogant monk became even more pleased and said: "The Cherry Blossom Platform is formed by the four pillars of the immortal forests: Yunyan, Kunlun, Changbai, and Tianshan. Every ten years, they take turns hosting, selecting four young disciples under the age of thirty from each sect to form a small team and compete for victory. Since each session is held in March, it is referred to as the Cherry Blossom Platform"

Zhen Yan nodded slightly, his voice softer than a mosquito's buzz: "That day, thanks to you holding me to avoid danger, you got hurt because of it. I feel quite guilty, so I made a pair of cloth shoes, though I don't know if they fit well"

When I raised my head, the Ping Shan Buddhist Hall was empty, and Master Mingjing had long since vanished without a trace

Why? Even when facing the leader of the Yunyan Sect, Yang Heng's inquisitive nature remained completely unchanged

Master Mingjing said with a smile: "What I have taught you is the Cloud Rock Floating Dust Sweeping Leg, have you understood it clearly?"

Yang Heng shook his head and said, "This has nothing to do with me, and I am not interested."

After finishing, Master Mingjing spoke as he did yesterday: "Clean it thoroughly, and in the evening, I will come to inspect."

The crowd gathered in the meditation room, and Master Mingdeng shook his tattered fan and said, "You all tidy up and descend the mountain immediately"

Yang Hengxin remarked: "It seems that Master Mingdeng wants us to undergo independent trials. If he is present, everything will have someone to take charge and bear the responsibility. While we may be comfortable, we would not be able to broaden our experiences or cultivate our minds and bodies."

Zhen Cai was anxious and swore, "I did not deceive you. According to past practices, the disciples selected by our Yunyan Sect are always from the four places: Jinding Zen Temple, Dazhu Temple, Xuedou Monastery, and Xuekong Temple. You happen to be the direct disciple of Master Mingyue, and you are more than qualified. Unlike us, no matter how high our cultivation is, we have no chance to be selected and show our faces."

Yang Heng covered his mouth, which was about to greet Master Mingjing, and exclaimed joyfully: "Master is finally going to impart his ultimate skills to me!"

As the evening approached, Master Mingjing arrived just as Yang Heng had finished his work. He reported, drenched in sweat, "Master, I have completed it."

The Moonlight Nun has no one to share her sorrows with, only regretting that she should not have allowed Yang Heng to stay at the Faron Temple. As a result, she and Master Mingdeng, one old and one young, are engaged in a heated exchange. She bows her head and says: "I, the poor nun, will faithfully follow the master's instructions."

Yang Heng inquired: "Has Master Mingdeng gone out to enjoy himself again?"

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Zhen Yan's face turned even redder. He lowered his head and said: "The Golden Summit Zen Temple is located on the Ten Thousand Buddha Peak, and it is quite a distance from the Xuedou Monastery. In the future, it will not be easy for us to meet again."

The old monk clearly set himself a difficult task, forbidding himself from using any external tools to clean the dust in the Buddha hall. If it were other types of garbage, it would be manageable, as one could at least pick it up by hand. However, dealing with dust as fine as powder by hand raises the question of how long it would take to accomplish this task

Master Mingjing, with a smile that seemed neither here nor there, said: "Zhenyuan, what I have taught you over the past two months is merely a single sweeping leg technique, isn't it?"

Bang! The dustpan was kicked away by Yang Heng, rolling far off, with dust rising and scattering.

Yang Heng lowered his head, biting his lip in silence for a moment, and softly said: "Alright, I promise you!"

Yang Heng's heart felt a warmth, and he chuckled lightly, saying, "I am not going to the ends of the earth, so why make such a grand occasion?"

The monk, with a sardonic smile, said: "No matter how high your cultivation is, it is all in vain; your courage is as small as that of a mouse. The moment you see someone taller than you, you shrink back immediately, destined to live your life as a mere novice monk."

At a loss, Yang Heng had no choice but to start over. Reluctant to use the new cloth shoes that Zhen Yan had gifted him to sweep away the dust, he took out the old pair from yesterday instead. This time, he worked with determination, even skipping lunch, and managed to complete the cleaning before dusk.

Yang Heng responded and walked to the door. He noticed a dust-filled dustpan beside the door threshold. He brought it in and said, "Master!"

Zhen Zhan smiled awkwardly, touched his bald head, and said: "Zhen Yuan, junior brother, when will you return to the Fa Rong Temple? Junior sister Zhen Yan has asked about you several times."

Yang Heng smiled and said, "I have long forgotten those trivial matters. After all, we are brothers in the same school. If you were truly killed by that old monster, I would also be embarrassed."

What exactly went wrong? He racked his brains every day, yet remained perplexed. As for speed, he had already pushed himself to the limit; any further attempt to accelerate would undoubtedly be as difficult as climbing to the sky. Clearly, Master Mingjing had presented himself with an impossible challenge.

"Do you still want to sprinkle it?" Yang Heng asked, a hint of anger in his voice. "Why?"

Yang Heng had no choice but to comply with the order. After spending a considerable amount of time, he finally managed to evenly scatter a dustpan full of dust in the Buddhist hall

To speak candidly, there is not a single master who does not hope that their disciples will surpass them. However, Yang Heng's situation is particularly unique, and his temperament is excessively strong and sharp. If he were to further master profound and esoteric skills, it is uncertain what kind of trouble he might cause in the future

He looked down at his shoes, then glanced at the dust swirling in the air, and then, as if he had gone mad, he flipped several times in mid-air, excitedly exclaiming: "I understand! I understand!"

Yang Heng was also observing Master Mingjing, noting that this renowned leader of the Buddhist community was thin and frail, with an ordinary appearance. When he stood there, he resembled an ordinary old monk in a temple, striking a wooden fish and ringing the morning bell, showing no trace of the demeanor of a venerable elder

In the following two to three months, Yang Heng diligently practiced in the Ping Shan Buddhist hall every day without interruption. He was astonished to notice that his Sabannuo vital energy and pure Dharma body were increasingly enhanced alongside the continuous refinement of his sweeping technique. This led him to a deeper realization of the Buddhist principle that "one law encompasses all laws".

Without waiting for Yang Heng to respond, he lowered his voice and pretended to be mysterious, saying: "Let me tell you, I once overheard a conversation between Master and Master Mingyue. They mentioned that Abbot Mingjing is intentionally selecting you as one of the 'Four Little Golden Kings' to represent our Yunyan Sect at the Cherry Blossom Platform to be held in a year."

Master Mingjing stepped in and took a glance, saying lightly: "Still too slow, come back tomorrow"

Yang Hengyi joyfully said, "Yes, Master!" After leaving the Ping Shan Buddhist Hall, he first took a refreshing cold shower, then changed into clean clothes, and finally put on the new cloth shoes that Zhen Yan had sent him that morning. He felt a soreness in his waist and legs, as if his whole body had fallen apart

As he spoke, filled with anger with no place to vent, he forcefully kicked the dustpan that was being used to collect dust

As he walked, he recalled the thrilling battle that had taken place more than ten days ago, pondering: "My uncle's cultivation level is likely higher than that of the Lord of Qionglai Mountain, not to mention my grandfather. With my current level of cultivation, I am indeed worlds apart from them. Alas, when will I be able to catch up to Master Mingdeng?"

Zhen Zhan gestured and said: "Then you can sneak down the mountain secretly"

He was lost in thought when he suddenly heard someone softly calling from the mountain path: "Junior Brother Zhenyuan!"

The monk Zhen Cai expressed his surprise, saying: "Master, are you not coming with us?"

Master Mingjing said: "Have you had breakfast just now?"

On the morning of the second day, Yang Heng hurriedly arrived at the Ping Shan Buddhist Hall after having breakfast, where Master Mingjing had already arrived ahead of him

Master Mingjing said: "She left the mountain with her disciples the day before yesterday; perhaps you will encounter them in the two lakes."

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Yang Heng looked around anxiously but could not find a broom. He hurriedly asked, "Master, what should I use to clean? You must provide me with the tools."

Master Mingjing smiled slightly and said, "You will evenly sprinkle the remaining ashes across every inch of this Buddhist hall."

Yang Hengxin joyfully exclaimed: "Xiao Ye, has Grandpa Duanmu finally had news? This is truly wonderful!"

Yang Heng was momentarily taken aback, slowly digesting Master Mingjing's words filled with Zen wisdom, while glancing around at the dust covering the ground, feeling a sense of worry arise.

He tidied up his emotions and continued on his journey. Although he had made some progress in the Wind Control Technique, he had just recovered from his injuries and, not being pressed for time, saw no need to expend his energy on using the technique. Therefore, he chose to walk the entire way.

After Zhen Cai and the others left the meditation room to pack their belongings, Master Ming Deng kept Yang Heng behind and said to him: "Zhen Yuan, it was I who suggested to Brother Ming Jing that you be allowed to leave the mountain. You must give me this favor and absolutely do not act impulsively to sneak away and find your parents. Otherwise, I will deeply regret it."

He stood by, carefully observing and comprehending, firmly committing every movement of Master Mingjing to memory, and deeply embedding the essence contained in each form within his heart. Like the melting waters of a glacier, it may seem like just a tiny drop at a time, yet gradually it converges into a clear and sweet spring, ultimately becoming a vast river rushing toward the sea

His slender figure swirled in the temple like a gentle breeze, alternating legs sweeping outwards, the leg techniques soft and unpredictable, each movement capable of stirring up a cloud of dust, compelling it to obediently settle into the dustpan

For more than ten consecutive days, Yang Heng did nothing but clean the dust in the Ping Shan Buddhist Hall. However, he could never satisfy Master Mingjing, as the phrase he heard at the end of each day's work was invariably: "Come back tomorrow"

Could it be that he is intentionally making things difficult for me? Yang Heng finally couldn't help but think: Or perhaps that old nun whispered something to him, causing this old monk to change his mind

Yang Heng turned his head to look, and Zhen Yan stood gracefully by the roadside, her jade-like cheeks slightly flushed as she said to him: "I heard from Senior Brother Zhen Hun yesterday that you are going to the Jinding Zen Monastery for cultivation today, so I waited here to see you off."

It is no wonder that, considering the dust is as light as air, to sweep it away with a strong gust of wind and expect it to obediently fall into the dustpan is no easy task

The Master of the Bright Mirror remained silent, and with a gentle motion of his sleeve, a cloud of dust rose like a gray dragon, being swept up by the wind of his sleeve and gradually collected into a dustpan. He smiled and said: "I originally intended to teach you the Cloud Rock Great Sleeve, but unexpectedly, you have comprehended the Floating Cloud Sweeping Leg. This shows that every action, whether a sip or a peck, is predetermined by heaven; even I, an old monk, cannot impose my will upon it"

Yang Heng was filled with surprise and gratitude, sincerely expressing, "Master, I have greatly benefited from your teachings"

Master Mingjing smiled and said: "Your heart is the best tool; what need is there for this old monk to provide you with anything else?" After saying this, he turned and left.

At the time of parting, Zhen Cai the monk, with a flushed face, held Yang Heng's hand and stammered: "Brother Zhen Yuan, thank you for saving me that day. I was wrong in the past; please do not take it to heart, you and the library."

Yang Heng pondered for a moment, attempting to adjust the strength and angle of his kick, and then executed another sweep: "Go!"

Master Mingjing nodded and said: "Now you will clean them all up and return them to the dustpan"

Master Mingjing did not express a clear opinion and said, "Clean thoroughly, and I will come to inspect in the evening"

He concentrated for a long time, then sat down on the doorstep and took off his shoes, also putting away his socks to avoid getting them dirty on the ground. He then squatted barefoot, using his shoes to gradually push the dust into a small pile on the ground. Once a small mound was formed, he carefully scooped it up with his hands and placed it into a dustpan

Master Mingjing smiled enigmatically and said: "You will know, the answer lies within your heart. Sweep with your heart."

The dust on the ground was lifted by the wind from the legs, drifting upwards towards the dustpan, but ultimately more than half of it fell outside

Yang Heng was both perplexed and angry. He had high hopes of entering the Golden Summit Zen Monastery to cultivate the unparalleled skills of the Yunyan Sect, but instead, he found himself engaged in monotonous and arduous tasks every day, performing menial chores that would never earn the approval of Master Mingjing.

He steadied his posture, quickly ran over in a few steps to set the dustpan in place, squatted on one leg, focused his energy in the lower abdomen, aimed precisely at the position of the dustpan, and with a powerful sweep of his right leg exclaimed: "Go!"

Yang Heng opened his mouth wide to look at Master Mingjing, realizing that he was not joking with him. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and said: "So, Master, you are testing your disciple."

Yang Heng seemed oblivious, diligently cleaning as if no one were around. Suddenly, while sweeping with one leg, he noticed a person standing in front of him, and only then did he awaken from his reverie, retracting his leg and saying: "Master, I have not finished yet"

Master Mingjing softly chanted the Buddhist mantra: "Well done, well done, your ability to articulate this indicates that you truly understand."

No," Xiao Ye shook her head and said, "A few days ago, a senior brother from Yunyan Sect returned to the mountain to report that more than half a year ago, someone had seen my grandfather near Suiyang. Master Mingdeng learned of this and went down the mountain to investigate in Suiyang.

Master Mingjing nodded and said: "Zhenyuan, once your injuries are healed, come to Jinding Zen Monastery to report in. I will make the necessary arrangements."

Yang Heng gazed at Master Mingjing in astonishment, fully aware that the other party was engaging in sophistry, yet unable to utter a single word in response. He could only force a smile and say, "Master's eloquence is far superior to that of his disciple." He hesitated and scattered the dust once more.

Yang Heng, after all, is a hot-blooded youth, faintly sensing that Master Mingjing is mocking him. He retorted, "If you don't provide a reason, I won't do it!"

The monk, in a state of confusion, asked: "Master, how can one just leave like that?"

Yang Heng bowed in response, only to find Master Minghua looking at him with a different gaze

Yang Hengru was suddenly struck with clarity, and his mind became clear at once. He bowed deeply again and said, "Thank you, Master"

While deeply engrossed in his work, Master Mingjing entered the Buddhist hall, quietly observing Yang Heng with a smile of satisfaction at the corners of his mouth

Yang Heng persistently questioned: "How fast do I need to be in order to meet your expectations?"

The monk Zhen Cai said: "The master is waiting for you in the meditation room, let us go together."

Yang Heng watched Zhen Yan's disappearing figure, feeling sweetly in his heart: "Senior Sister Zhen Yan treats me really well"

In the following month, Yang Heng continued to clean the dust in the Ping Shan Buddhist hall. When his right leg became sore, he would use his left leg; when his left leg grew tired, he would switch to his hands. When he could no longer generate a breeze with his hands, he resorted to blowing with his mouth

Yang Heng took the sword with both hands and noticed that the plain blue scabbard was inscribed with the ancient seal characters "Exorcise Evil." He drew out half of the pale blue blade, and a rush of cold air struck him. The sword, as clear and bright as spring water, faintly revealed streaks of dark red light, hinting at the countless amounts of blood from demons and wicked beings it had once consumed.

Yang Hengxi was overjoyed, yet fearful that Mingyue Shennie might cause trouble, and hurriedly asked, "Does my master know?"

He pointed to the dustpan that Yang Heng had used to collect dust yesterday and said, "Just like yesterday, first scatter them on the ground."