Quick wear: the vicious female supporting role can’t be washed clean

Chapter 172 Chasing Husband Crematorium (4)

He was a little scared at first, but gradually he no longer felt its malice toward him, and he got used to its gaze.

Until one day, when he entered the ancestral hall again, he felt an overwhelming hatred coming over him.

Reluctance, regret, anger and various negative emotions clamored in his body, causing him to take up arms to resist, take revenge, and kill those he hated.

The little monk walked towards the long sword step by step, stretched out his little hand and gently touched the hilt that rusted away when touched, and said comfortingly: "It turns out you have so many emotions hidden in your heart. Be good, don't be afraid, stay here. It’s very safe and we won’t live the same life as before.”

He comforted it for a while and knelt on the futon to recite a sutra to it.

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The first attempt to seduce people's hearts failed. Chang Jian was very irritable and was thinking about tricking him into tearing off the talisman paper on his body. When it went out and went crazy for a while, Master Huijing walked in.

Seeing the young monk chanting sutras calmly, he breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time a glimmer of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

His apprentice is indeed the reincarnation of Shura, and he has no way to deal with such little tricks.

"Mikong." Master Huijing shouted.

The young monk's chanting was interrupted. He opened his eyes and looked back, "Master!"

Without waiting for Master Huijing to say anything, he thought to himself: "Master, there was something wrong with this sword just now. It contains hatred deep inside. Can we purify it?"

"It doesn't." Master Huijing stepped forward and glanced at the long sword, "It was born between heaven and earth. It only transformed into a soul. It has not yet transformed. It has not experienced anything, so it will not have hatred. "

"Then it."

"What you just felt were other people's emotions."

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"This sword should have survived from the ancient battlefield. It has been buried in the pile of corpses. It absorbed too much blood and corpse energy from the corpses, thus inheriting the emotions of those corpses during their lifetime."

"It relies on this emotion to tempt people to use it to kill people."

"Things that come out of the sea of ​​​​blood in the corpse mountain will be damaged if they are not stained with blood for a long time." "You should not enter the ancestral hall in the future."

Master Huijing reached out and pulled Mi Kong up from the futon, and took him out of the ancestral hall.

Mikong followed Master Huijing as if he didn't understand. Before going out, he couldn't help but look back at Changjian.

He whispered: "But I feel that it is broken now."

He had never seen a sword that was so badly rusted.

"It's just the result of no maintenance for a long time."

"Maintenance?" Mikong looked up at Huijing.

Huijing explained: "Protecting and nurturing is just like when your teacher usually asks you to wipe the Buddha statue. It is also a kind of maintenance. Only when you take good care of it, people will like it if it looks clean and tidy."

"Then can I take care of myself? I also want to be liked." Mikong asked.

Master Huijing couldn't help but laugh, "Of course, but our little Mikong is already very popular."

Mikong smiled shyly.

From that day on, although the master did not let him enter the ancestral hall, he would still sneak in.

In the past, he only cleaned the table, but this time he took an extra handkerchief to wipe the long sword, and also carefully went around the talisman paper.

Unfortunately, for some reason, the rust stains on it cannot be wiped off, only some debris will fall off.

Later, Master Huijing told him that the rust stains on it were condensed from the blood of countless corpses. As long as the evil spirit and resentment on the body did not disappear, the rust stains would not disappear.

"Then how can we eliminate it?" Mikong asked innocently.

(End of this chapter)