Holy Bone

Chapter 74
When sending off the yamen, Jin An asked the old Taoist priest, is there really a problem?

The old Taoist answered with certainty—

"What a problem!"

"If he believed what I said, he should try his best to find a butcher tonight to buy a pig-killing knife and hang it on the door."

"If he doesn't believe the old way of my words, it is estimated that he will smash his head into the blood and eat a lot of flesh and blood before he is willing to believe the old way."

The old Taoist priest, who was already thirsty all the way, coupled with the long speeches before, suddenly felt his mouth drier.

Almost dying of thirst.

After the yamen left, the old Taoist couldn't wait to open the courtyard door and hurriedly ran into the lobby of the house to find some tea.

While running, he shouted, "I'm too old to die of thirst, I'm too old to die of thirst..."

Jin An was the last person to be responsible for closing the door.

Gudong!

Gudong!

"Ha~ Refreshing! Old Daoist, I'm finally alive again!"

After the old Taoist finished pouring a pot of water, his mouth was dry, and he immediately regained his energy.

At this time, the old Taoist priest gathered in front of Jin An, wondering what the magic of this knife is. Does it really bring illusions to people every night?

sulfuric acid!
Jin An drew his sword out of the sheath, and his voice was clear and powerful, which showed that he had been carefully maintained on weekdays.

Its former owner was a knife lover who loved knives.

This knife is a bit like the style of the saber-cutting knife in the northern desert.

Jin An took a closer look and saw that the handle and body of the blade were actually integrated, the blade was sharp, and the cloth strips on the handle were just ordinary tattered strips of cloth to prevent slipping hands from slipping away.

When Jin An untied the cloth strip on the handle of the knife and held it in his hand, hiss——

"This knife is so icy."

He finally understood why the original owner of the knife had wrapped a cloth around the handle because it was too cold.

It gets cold easily.

After listening to Jin An's words, the old Taoist also curiously touched the blade with his fingertips.

On the spot, he left at the touch of a button: "What a vicious suffocating aura."

"Tiger Lord Killing is the most powerful beast among the four-phase mythical beasts. It takes Tiger Sha as the sword name. Little brother, this is a murder weapon!"

Seeing Jin An's puzzled look, the old Taoist explained with a solemn expression: "The weapon is also called the blade of killing karma. There are knives, spears, swords, spears, etc., but without exception, all of them were once rolled with heads. The blade that falls to the ground. Every time a living being is killed, the blade will be stained with the resentment, murderous thoughts, hatred, death energy, evil spirit, cruelty, curse, despair, etc. of the deceased before his death. The more, the stronger the evil spirit on the weapon."

"It is precisely because of its heavy killing karma that since ancient times, there has been a custom of warding off evil spirits in the house and being used as a sedative device at home."

"If you come across a better blade of killing karma, it will be better than any lightning-strike wooden peach wood sword, five emperors copper money sword, cinnabar, rooster's blood, and owl peach, but you can take a hundred steps without evil and dare to be unsheathed. near."

The old Taoist looked more and more solemn: "In this way, it can be explained, why the previous Zheng Zhaotou and Zhao Zhaotou took this knife with him, and after a long time, he could always see some at night. phantom."

"Those are not illusions, those are the suffocating qi of this tiger sword, which hides the yang qi in the human body, and has a tendency to gradually turn against the guests. When yang declines, yin flourishes.

"To tell the truth, this tiger sword is indeed worthy of an ominous blade."

"Seize the house?" Jin An thought of a term.

Unexpectedly, the old Taoist shook his head.

"This knife is a dead thing. Where does the mess come from, it should be suffocating qi into the body, the yang declines and the yin is strong, it is easy to go crazy, disturb the mind, and eventually become a murderous murderer."

Uh……

Jin An's face turned black.

"Little brother, is there anything unusual about holding this knife? For example, do you really want to hack someone?"

Jin An thought about it.

"I don't know how to chop people. I really want to chop wood. Is it counted?"

Old Taoist: "..."

Little brother, do you mean that Sang scolded Huai Laodao, I forgot to chop firewood instead of rent money again today?

Jin An did not lie to the old Taoist priest.

He didn't feel anything unusual in his body.

He thought about it.

I think it may be because of the gap in strength that Changxian is only a small county town after all, and the Zheng and Zhao Zhaotou here can only be considered third-rate players.

And now, he has already stepped into the ranks of second-rate masters with one foot.

This can also explain why the northern swordsman master was not affected by this sword.

It is estimated that Feng Zhaotou also guessed this, so he borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, on the one hand, to express his gratitude, and on the other hand, to win over a deeper relationship with each other.

Jin An decided to keep the tiger blade first.

If something strange happens in the future, just return the knife to Feng Zhaotou.

And according to what the old Taoist said, killing karma is heavy, to become the blade of killing karma, at least one hundred heads must be chopped off.

And it's not enough to kill ordinary people.

Because ordinary people have weak personalities, it is difficult to become evil even after death.

On the contrary, it is the green forest, the rivers and lakes, the murderers, the bandits, the thieves... This kind of vicious thugs who are full of courage and blood, and ordinary evil spirits dare not get close to them.

After listening to the old Taoist priest's explanation and introduction, Jin'an's eyes moved, and he wondered what effect would be if he consecrated the Tiger Sha Saber?
In the past, his yin and virtue numbers were scarce, and he had no intention of wasting a single cent.

But this time is different.

He still has seven hundred yin virtues, and now he has replaced his shotgun with a cannon.

Thinking of this, Jin An already had a choice in his heart.

……

That night.

Silent all night.

The next day, Jin'an, who had practiced "Heishan Gong" all night, faced the vigorous vigor of the morning sun, people stood on the roof breathing and inhaling, and there was white mist wafting from the nose and mouth.

Jin An planned his day to the full.

During the day, he practiced the sword manual "Blood Sword Classic" and the hard qigong "Bai Bei Shou".

In the evening, he practiced "Black Mountain Power" from the outside to the inside.

As for the old Taoist priest, he is still in the yard to save the underworld cabinet.

The two do not interfere with each other.

The days have returned to a rare calm.

However, this calm did not last long. In the afternoon, the arrival of an unexpected visitor interrupted the calm.

"Chen Daochang, you must save me!"

"All in!"

"Everything has been said by you, Daochang Chen!"

It was the yamen who delivered the knife last night, and he left and returned.

"Did bad things happen one after another today?" The old Taoist raised his eyes and glanced at the yamen.

The yamen nodded again and again, with a terrified expression on his face: "I went back last night, I listened to your words, Daochang Chen, and immediately bought a pig-killing knife from the butcher who killed the pig. Even the bloodstains were not wiped clean. House."

"That night, everything was quiet in the house and nothing happened."

"But today during the day, when I was waiting for the yamen, I encountered a series of unfortunate things, either falling down for no reason, or being scolded by the class leader for no reason. No matter what I do, everything goes wrong all day..."

"I've been thinking about it for a long time. I have no wife, no concubine, and no one to share my bed with... Just, that is, I often go to Washegolan recently..."

"I went again yesterday..."

(End of this chapter)