C32 (1/2)
Uncle knelt in front of Sun Chengzhi with a thump sound, wailed loudly and cried continuously, telling him that he was wrong. It made my head spin, what did Uncle do?
”Father, I was wrong, Xiao Yong was actually caused by me, I already knew that Xiao Yang knew the secret of the Pig Slaughtering Knife, thus I did everything possible to force the Pig Slaughtering Knife to change, when Xiao Yong was refining the little demon, I wanted him to bring the Pig Slaughtering Knife with him, I wanted to use the female ghost's baleful qi to stimulate the seal of the Pig Slaughtering Knife. Later on, I also wanted to use the Pig Slaughtering Knife as a sacrifice, my goal was also to use the aura of the Ancestral Clan to stimulate the Pig Slaughtering Knife, thus causing the Pig Slaughtering Knife to lose control.” The Uncle cried.
He, he, how could he do such a thing, why is he doing this, he wants to know the secret of the Pig Slaughtering Knife so that he can find me? The situation later on was that I had doubts that they were trying their best to answer me, that there was no Master and disciple title, but that there was Master and disciple status, so later on they asked me, I would definitely tell them, why did he do this?
”I understand. You can get up now.” Sun Chengzhi said indifferently after he had been silent for a while.
”Dad, you don't blame me?” Uncle also said in shock, this was not like his father's temper, if this was back then, he would definitely execute the family rules.
”Weird, how can it be weird? You're also in your sixties, how can you be embarrassed? Just slowly make up for it in the future,” Sun Chengzhi replied.
Sun Chengzhi's open-mindedness made Uncle feel ashamed for a moment, to the point of not knowing what to say.
”Enough, my appearance today is not to reminisce about the old days. Rather, I have something important to say,” Sun Chengzhi said shortly after.
”This blade recently drank too much blood, Son of Yi Ya's Resentment and my evil thoughts were completely activated by the blood, so I have to balance it and break it, this is already a completely full demon sword, wherever I go, not a single blade will be able to grow. Right now, I am using the great array of Feng Shui of the Sun Family Ancestral Mansion to summon a hundred years of luck to suppress them, but I can't suppress it for long, so I will have to break out of my body sooner or later.
In my mind, there are several ways to solve this problem. First, destroy, draw out the nine heavenly tribulation lightning, destroy, or use the Nine Netherworld Flame to refine it. Second, purify it, use the Buddha's sariras as the root, and use the Holy Monk as the guide, which is enough to purify the evil nature of this blade.
He knew how strict Sun Chengzhi's requirements were. The Nine Tribulations Heavenly Thunder Legend was only used by Taoist experts to cultivate to the level of immortals, the Nine Netherworld Flames were only used for the Hellfire, and the Buddha's Shale was a sacred relic of legends. Once it was born, it would be a treasure of the buddhist faith, a treasure that could break even if it wanted to fight with its own life.
”Oh, that, Grandpa Zeng, why do I feel that these methods are all unreliable? What netherworld flame? I have never heard of it before, the Buddha's sariras are actually something I know about, but can we even get hold of that thing?” I was confused as to what the hell Sun Chengzhi was talking about, and why was it different from what he had told me before.
”These are all theoretical approaches, you can't even do it!” Sun Chengzhi rolled his eyes at me, then said, ”So, you have to find another way. For example, to balance the blade between Son of Yi Ya's Resentment and my evil thoughts, you have to become stronger!”
”Powerful, you have to be strong. Grandpa Zeng, don't worry!” I immediately expressed my desire to be strong as well.
”There's no hope for you. I can freely arrange this matter. The most important thing right now is, before you become strong enough to suppress this blade, how are you going to do it?” Sun Chengzhi asked after looking at me.
How can you look down upon me so much? You're angry, but I'm still laughing, because the latter half of Sun Chengzhi's words made a lot of sense. Before I become strong, what should I do with the blade?
Uncle said, this was also the method he thought of. Human blood has a spirit, and the blood of the people they cultivate is full of spirit energy, if used to draw talismans, then the power would increase a lot, if the talismans were changed every so often, it should be possible.
However, Sun Chengzhi just smiled without saying a word. If the Blood Drawing Rune was really useful, then his body that was temporarily in use would not let him have it.
My evil thoughts have inherited all my skills, what is a mere incantation? My thought is, while feeding it blood, blood can help it increase the evil energy and ferocious aura of the Pig Slaughtering Knife, but it can buy you time, the Pig Slaughtering Knife is like an extremely hungry dog who wants to bite the flesh, but when you suddenly throw out a fragrant bone, that dog will stop and eat the bones first, only then will it kill you, until you are unable to provide the bones for it. However, by then, you should be strong enough to suppress it, Sun Chengzhi explained.
”Using blood to feed?” I was extremely shocked, isn't this just playing with fire? If I'm not careful, that would mean that I have to feed out an even fiercer evil blade, and how long will it take for me to win against this blade?