The pure yang energy in the rooster's comb blood can drive away evil spirits and destroy evil, and it is quite suitable for eliminating yin energy and resentment.

However, this rooster is just an ordinary breed after all, and if you just pour the blood of the cockscomb on the knife, there is a chance that it will end in failure.

It's like water can extinguish a fire, but can a bowl of water extinguish a fire?

The two are not in the same order of magnitude at all!

Therefore, Xuanwei must find a way to maximize the characteristics of the cockscomb blood!

Stretching out two fingers to dip some cockscomb blood in the bowl, Xuan Wei calmed his breath slightly, and then pointed his fingers straight on the blade of the gelding.

The intricate lines and words are drawn from between the fingers, and the skillful movements are indescribably beautiful.

The two of them held their breath, for fear that they would make a slight sound that would interrupt Xuanwei's movements.

"Xuanwei Daoist, he is really a living immortal!" Dogan stared at Xuanwei's fingers without blinking, and thought excitedly in his heart.

In a short time, a shattering charm was drawn.

Even if he is blind, even if he is not using the customary brush cinnabar, there are absolutely no mistakes, omissions and flaws in the shattering charm painted by Xuan Wei confidently.

This self-confidence stems from Xuan Wei's countless exercises, and he has long been familiar with the Breaking Charm by heart, and has also deepened the whole process of drawing into a kind of muscle memory.

At the moment when Xuan Wei drew the last stroke and withdrew his finger, the two of them really saw that the crimson light on the broken talisman painted by the rooster's comb blood flashed away.

Before the two of them could exclaim, the gelding suddenly seemed to be mad, and it trembled.

At the same time, a tooth-aching "squeak" sound came from the blade.

That scene was like a red-beaten knife embryo suddenly thrown into cold water, and the reaction was quite violent!

"Xuan, Xuanwei Daoist, is this the reaction of the resentment on the knife body being dissolved?" asked the dog in disbelief, and subconsciously leaned two steps towards Xuanwei's side.

Having witnessed such an evil scene with his own eyes, only by being next to Xuanwei can he make the dog feel a little safe.

"It's a pity that there is no cinnabar, otherwise the effect can be at least tripled!" Xuan Wei said with regret.

Cinnabar with yellow paper is like a group of golden partners in a spell, which is the experience of countless predecessors, and naturally has its own unique truth.

Even if the two are separated, cinnabar alone has the effect of clearing the heart and calming the heart, calming the nerves, detoxifying, and breaking evil spirits.

If there is cinnabar with cockscomb blood, Xuanwei doesn't even need to draw a shattering charm, and pouring it directly on the knife can completely eliminate the yin energy and resentment in it.

However, Dashan Village is such a remote village, which family will have such a thing as cinnabar, and Xuan Wei has no choice but to use the combination of cockscomb blood supplemented by a shattering charm to break the situation.

I have to say that this is the advantage of charms, some low-level charms do not need to consume spiritual power, and can be formed and effective just by relying on external objects.

On the other hand, even the simplest of magic and magic must be driven by spiritual power, and if there is no aura, it is equivalent to a car without refueling.

Therefore, there are thousands of Taoism, and there is no superiority or disadvantage between each other, and the key is to look at physiognomy and proficiency!

After five or six minutes, the movement of the caster gradually became smaller.

Miraculously, the shattering talisman drawn by Xuan Wei with the blood of the cockscomb suddenly became a little lighter, and it no longer had the bright color of the square.

The two rough men, Dogdan and Sledgehammer, looked at each other, and today they really gained a lot of knowledge.

When the castration was completely gone, the cockscomb blood on the knife also disappeared without a trace.

"Is this the end of it, Master?" asked Sledgehammer.

"The yin qi and resentment contained in the knife have been completely dissolved, and this knife will be just an ordinary cultural relic in the future!" Xuan Wei replied.

Sledgehammer shook his head hurriedly, and said rather depressedly: "It doesn't matter if it's a cultural relic or not, I don't want to see this knife again anyway!"

Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the well rope, sledgehammer now wants to throw this gelding far away.

"Rest assured, this knife won't affect you anymore. Moreover, after all, this is a rare object that has been around for some years, even if the museum can't look at it, it is still an exhibit in the folklore museum. Xuan Wei said slowly.

Even if this is a product of the dregs of the old era, it is not a channel for modern people to study history and folklore.

Rather than destroying it completely, or discarding it and burying it in the wilderness, Xuanwei prefers to hand it over to the state.

"Just according to Xuanwei Daoist, the next time I go to the town, I will hand over this knife to the police station by the way. Dogan said loudly.

Sledgehammer glanced at the gelding with apprehension, and said to the dog, "Then you can take it home later!"

"No, no, no, it's your stuff, and it's natural to put it in your home. When I decide to go to town, I'll come back to you to pick it up. Dogan laughed dryly, and said very decisively.

"Why bother? Dog, I'm usually quite busy, and I may not be at home when you come over, so you might as well take it." The sledgehammer patted the dog's shoulder and said sincerely.

Dogan quietly took two steps back, waved his hand and said, "No trouble, no trouble at all! If you are not at home, then wait until next time, there will be a chance, right?"

When Sledgehammer heard this, he was so suffocated that he couldn't speak, and his eyes stared at the dog's egg with resentment.

"Now that the root cause has been solved, the residual effects on the layman's body can only be cured without medicine by basking in the sun and taking a proper supplement. After Xuanwei washed his hands, he said to the two people in Tai Chi.

"Daoist Xuanwei, thank you so much, you are simply my reborn parent!" Sledgehammer thanked sincerely.

Xuanwei solved his unspeakable hidden and gave him the opportunity to pass on the ancestry, and this kindness is like a reinvention in the eyes of Sledgehammer!

If the layman feels that he is not happy, then he will ask someone to make a statue of the old gentleman and send it to the poor road. Xuanwei said casually.

The dilapidated temple where Xuanwei lives used to be a Buddhist temple, but now it has been completely deserted and dilapidated, rather than being so idle, Xuanwei feels that it is better to worship a statue of Laojun and change it to a Taoist view!

"Cheng, I'll invite someone to make a statue tomorrow, and by the way, I'll also renovate the Taoist temple inside and out!" Sledgehammer nodded immediately.

"How can you take care of all this kind of good things, I will go to the village chief tomorrow and ask him to organize the villagers to repair the road up the mountain!" said Goudan hurriedly.

In the eyes of the two, Xuan Wei is a fairy-like character, who can help him cultivate Taoism, that is not called breaking the bank, that is called accumulating merit and cultivating immortals!

Xuan Wei shook his head helplessly, it seemed that he casually mentioned that these two rough men not only listened, but also quite seriously!

"That's it, it just so happens that Poor Dao will stay in this big mountain village for a while, and then slowly repay the villagers!" Xuan Wei didn't say anything, and thought quite open-mindedly in his heart.