At first, he was a little scared, but gradually he didn't feel its malice towards him, and he got used to its gaze.

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

Unwillingness, remorse, anger and all kinds of negative emotions shouted in him, making him take up arms to resist, to take revenge, to 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 of the sword that fell off the rusty slag at the slightest touch, and said comfortingly: "It turns out that you have so many emotions hidden in your heart. Well, don't be afraid, it's safe to stay here, and you won't live like that before. ”

He calmed him down for a while, and knelt on the futon and recited a verse to it.

“.”

The first time the temptation failed, the long sword was very irritable, and was thinking about whether to fool him into helping him tear off the rune paper on his body, and when he went out to go crazy for a while, Master Huijing walked in.

Seeing that the little monk was reciting the scriptures very calmly, he breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

His apprentice is worthy of being the reincarnation of Shura, and this kind of goblin trick can't do anything with him.

"Misa." Master Huijing shouted.

The little monk's chanting was interrupted, and he opened his eyes and looked back, "Master! ”

Without waiting for Master Huijing to say anything, he said to himself: "Master, this sword was very wrong just now, it has hatred in its heart, can we purify it?" ”

"It doesn't." Master Huijing stepped forward and swept his gaze over the long sword, "It was born in heaven and earth, it only incarnated into a soul, it has not yet transformed into a form, it has not experienced anything, and it will not have hatred." ”

"And it."

"What you just felt was someone else's emotion."

“？”

"This sword should have survived from the ancient battlefield, and it has been buried in the corpse pile, absorbing too much blood and corpse gas from the corpses, thus inheriting the emotions of those corpses before they died."

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

"Things that come out of the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses, if they don't get blood for a long time, they will spoil."

"You don't want to enter the ancestral hall in the future."

Master Huijing stretched out his hand and pulled up the empty space on the futon and led him out of the ancestral hall.

Mikong seemed to understand and followed Master Huijing away, and before going out, he couldn't help but glance back at the long sword.

He whispered, "But I feel like it's broken now." ”

He had never seen a sword so badly rusted.

"It's just the result of no one taking care of it for a long time."

"Maintenance?" Mikong looked up at Huijing.

Huijing explained: "Protecting and nurturing is like asking you to wipe the Buddha statue for the teacher, which can also be regarded as a kind of maintenance. If it is well maintained, it will be liked by people if it looks clean and tidy. ”

"Can I take care of myself? I also want to be liked. Miku asked.

Master Huijing couldn't help laughing, "Of course, but our little Mikong is already very likable." ”

Miku 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 carefully bypassed the rune paper.

Unfortunately, I don't know why, the rust on it can't be wiped off, only some debris will fall off.

Later, Master Huijing told him that the rust on it was made of the blood of countless corpses, and the evil spirit and resentment on its body would not disappear, and the rust would not disappear.

"So how can you eliminate it?" Yakong asked innocently.

(End of chapter)