Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 2017 Hundred Refined Divine Weapons
Bu Youming was very nervous, but Taoist Master Juexin was free and smiling.

woohoo...

A gust of cold wind blew from outside the wall, and there were already three or five ghost figures entering from the formation and standing in front of the blood-swallowing knife.

These were several ghosts from the Qing Dynasty. They seemed to be here to see the fun. They walked around the Blood-Swallowing Knife from a distance but did not dare to come near.

Bu Youming was so frightened early in the morning that he hid behind Juexin and peeked out half of his face.

Juexin still didn't speak, and seemed to have fallen into concentration.

The dark clouds in the sky were getting lower, and there were countless whirlwinds outside the courtyard wall, making a whining sound.

More and more ghosts gathered in the backyard of the Bu family from all directions.Gradually, many old ghosts with Ming Dynasty costumes and hairstyles arrived one after another, staring at the blood-swallowing knife with hatred.

"Hey!" Taoist Master Juexin suddenly shouted and said: "You lonely ghosts, how dare you take a look at the sword? Who has the courage to step forward and take the sword to see!"

When the old ghost heard the loud shouting, he noticed that there was an altar under the eaves, and there was a Taoist priest on the altar.

Because of the formation, all the old ghosts' attention was focused on the blood-swallowing knife, and they had not seen Juexin before.

An old ghost from the Ming Dynasty with trapped eyes broke through the formation, floated to the altar, stared at Juexin and asked: "Little Taoist Priest, which sect are you from?"

"Master Jue Xin, the headmaster of Maoshan Xuyun Temple, is here!" Jue Xin rolled his eyes and shouted sternly: "You all listen to me. Starting tonight and ending the night after tomorrow, this knife will be placed here. , whoever has the ability can take it. If you can't take it away within three days, then this knife belongs to my Maoshan sect!"

"It turns out to be Master Maoshan, no wonder he has such a loud tone." The old ghost sneered and suddenly floated back, saying: "Old ghost, I'll try it first!"

As he spoke, the ghost returned to the formation and landed in front of the blood-swallowing knife.

The other old ghosts all got out of the way to see what this old ghost from the Ming Dynasty was capable of.

I saw the figure of the old ghost gradually staring, and the figure was also expanding and growing. It was obvious that he was gathering all his cultivation.

Juexin sneered silently and looked askance at him.

After a few breaths, the old ghost finally took action, slowly reaching out and holding the handle of the knife.

zheng...

The moment the ghost's hand touched the handle of the knife, the blood-swallowing knife began to chirp, making the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring.

The old ghost shivered in fright and quickly retracted his hand.The ghosts watching around laughed, and then looked at the blood-swallowing knife in awe, returning to calm.

Being ridiculed by his peers, the old ghost from Ming Dynasty became a little angry and reached out to hold the handle of the knife again.

The blade trembled slightly, as if it was repelling the old ghost's contact.

The old ghost's body was also trembling, obviously being impacted by the murderous aura inside the blood-swallowing knife.

"You don't overestimate your capabilities, old ghost. As long as you don't let go for half a stick of incense, you will win." Juexin snorted and said.

But the old ghost couldn't speak, because he was concentrating all his cultivation to resist the murderous intent of the blood-swallowing knife.

When Chu Xiu Palace was hunting ghosts, Yang Jinying and other female ghosts with huge grievances were afraid of being attacked by the blood-swallowing knife.Now more than 100 years have passed, and the Blood-Swallowing Knife has carried out countless beheading missions, and its murderous intent is even worse than before.

"what……"

Finally, the old ghost Mingchao yelled and fled, retreating three feet away, still trembling all over.

"How dare you take a look at my Taoist magic weapon even though you are a humble Taoist!" Juexin took advantage of the victory and pursued him, shouting: "You can retreat. When you meet me again with the blood-swallowing knife, your soul will be gone. Get out!"

Juexin's voice was extremely domineering and full of momentum. The ghosts who were already shocked by the murderous aura of the blood-swallowing knife were even more frightened.Those with low moral standards dare not stay any longer and drift away into the distance.

The backyard of Bu's house was mostly empty.

The old ghost in the Ming Dynasty also turned around and left, dejected and silent.

"If anyone else wants to give it a try, please come forward." Juexin stared at the remaining old ghosts.

Those old ghosts are all of high morality, but they walked around the blood-swallowing knife a few times, and finally left without taking risks.

There was a steady stream of ghosts coming from behind.There were three or five people who came forward to try the knife, but without exception, no one pulled out the blood-swallowing knife and all rolled away in despair.

The rooster sang at dawn, and the first night finally passed without any danger.

Jue Xin stepped down from the altar, put away the blood-swallowing knife, and rested in the guest room of the Bu family.The blood-swallowing knife was pressed under the pillow and would not leave his body for a moment.

At dusk on July [-]th, Juexin still made arrangements early and sat on the altar.

More ghosts came tonight, and after dark, they began to "get guests". The crowd was crowded, making Juexin and Bu Youming dizzy.

However, the ghosts who come first are always low-level ghosts. They are basically just watching the excitement and dare not take action or make trouble.

Bu Youming discovered that the people who died in the murder in Bu's alley were also among them, looking at the blood-swallowing knife with resentment.

"Xiao Daoist, my cousins... are here too." Bu Youming reported to Jue Xin trembling.

Juexin sat on the Dharma altar, raised his head in the air, and shouted: "All the innocent souls in the Bujia Hutong, come to my Dharma altar! When I deliver you, you can be human again and enjoy prosperity for the rest of your life."

After three loud shouts, the souls of Bu Youming's tribe finally gathered and knelt in front of the altar.

Juexin burned three salvation spells, waved his hand, and sent these ghosts away with the ashes. He went to the Gate of Hell to report, to the Palace of Reincarnation, and to be sentenced to the next life.

Seeing this, other ghosts wanted to come to Juexin to open the back door and reincarnate, but Juexin drove them away one by one.

Because there are too many ghosts, Jue Xin can't allocate them one by one.Moreover, this is not tonight's task. Weigh the pros and cons and be careful with the blood-swallowing knife.

After night falls, thousands of ghosts have already passed by the blood-swallowing knife.

Fortunately, there was no danger and the blood-swallowing knife was safe and sound.

Juexin was really tired. When he was drowsy, he suddenly saw a little will-o'-the-wisp coming from outside the wall and landing on the blood-swallowing knife.

After the will-o'-the-wisp was attached to the knife, it turned from green to red and burned fiercely. In an instant, the flames surrounded the whole body of the blood-swallowing knife.

"Where did you come from, old ghost? Tell me your name!" Juexin perked up and shouted towards the wall.

"Hehe, there's no need to sign up. I'll see if I can break the knife first. If not, signing up will only make you laugh." A wretched voice laughed from outside the wall.

"How can a little will-o'-the-wisp try to destroy my Hundred Refined Divine Weapon?" Juexin sneered and said, "Old ghost, I've definitely seen your joke today!"

"Not necessarily, not necessarily!" A voice from outside the wall responded, and then a wisp of dark wind blew and quickly revolved around the blood-swallowing knife.

The wind blew hard, and the fire surrounding the blood-swallowing knife also rotated rapidly, changing from red to green, making a hissing sound.

Although the fire was very bright, Old Bu, who was hiding a few feet away, felt the cold air more and more, and couldn't help but shudder.

(End of this chapter)