Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Guan Gan was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. This is the time when he has just opened up his spiritual intelligence, and when he has not yet developed emotions in Chaos, no one has ever made such a joke about him before.

One reason is: he used to be a fierce and god-killing knife, and no one could control this kind of knife, so he was hidden for a long time, and no one could use it.Another reason is: when he left the outside world, the blade was damaged, and the blade was rusted, and no one sharpened it, so no one had such an idea.

This was the first time someone made such a calculation knowing his identity.

Quite a humiliation for such a knife.

He has become a god at this moment, but he is not a powerful character. At most, he can be regarded as a master who has become a knife that can transform into form, no different from a monster.Facing such a human being who was openly provoking him, he immediately wanted to fly up and kill this person, but he was covered in rust and the knife edge was blunt. If he wanted to kill this person, he needed a long-term plan, but the rust on his body Too much, and it would be bad if the person quit halfway.

Ding Yan didn't know anything about being targeted by a knife. He even started to imagine the scene of cutting vegetables with the knife after it was sharpened.

If it is someone else, they may have given up the idea of ​​continuing to sharpen the knife at this moment. After all, the effort to sharpen the knife is no less than the effort to buy a new one. The time spent on sharpening the knife is more than he bought a new one Take the knife.

But Ding Yan is not like this, he does not know why at this moment, he wants to polish and polish this knife as if he committed a crime.

Guan Gan was very satisfied with what he had done.

However, what no one could have imagined was that when the blade of Ding Qiankun was half-sharpened, there would be no rust left, and even Ren Dingyan could not get rid of the rust even after exhausting all the ash.

Ding Yan looked at the half of the blade that was bright like a mirror, and the half of which was brown and red covered with rust, and felt very headache: It’s okay to leave him with a sharp point!This is how difficult it is for him who has spent so much effort to accept!

Guan Gan was more worried than him, finally someone was willing to repair the blade and sharpen the blade for him, but in the end it couldn't be sharpened!

He finally knew why his first master let him go so easily. It turned out that he was sure that no one could use it.

The magic circle was originally used in this way. He sat on the stool that Ding Yan put in the corner, thinking about it in his heart, wondering if there was a solution.

Ding Yan stared at the long knife for a long time, smacked his lips, and decided to disguise this knife as a good knife and set it up in the town house, at least it is much better than doing useless work.

But when he searched all over the house but couldn't find the scabbard, he realized a problem: This knife doesn't seem to have a scabbard?

What about the scabbard?

He murmured: "Good guy, this knife has no scabbard? Then why should I sharpen it?"

After finishing speaking, she gave a "tsk" and added: "I don't wear loincloths."

After finishing speaking, he tapped the blade with disgust on his face.

Guan Gan: "..."

He felt something was wrong, the spell he cast was an indeterminate spell, and he couldn’t wake up from the spell if he didn’t complete the task set by the spell. After waking up, he started pointing and poking at him, as if he hadn't been cursed.

There is something wrong with this person's blood.

Guan Gan looked at Ding Yan's back and fell into deep thought.

Since the rust on his body is not ordinary rust, it cannot be removed by ordinary methods, so what method should be used?If the rust cannot be completely rubbed off, it means that he can only exist as a ghost forever, unable to leave the body ten steps away, unable to truly become a demon spirit - he still doesn't know that what he has become is not a demon, but a god .

Ding Yan didn't know what he was thinking about the knife in his home, and he didn't know that the spirit of the knife was standing beside him and staring at him, so he just put the knife blade down in the main room with disgust.

Although it doesn't look good without a scabbard—especially the "yin and yang face" of the knife now, but he can't make a scabbard for it now, so he can only shelve it.

This knife needs a good-looking scabbard. One day I will find a blacksmith to make a good-looking iron scabbard. Wouldn’t it be the same as a new one when it fits on this old knife?

He touched his neck: "It seemed to be windy just now?"

"Little benefactor, the knife in your house seems to be a bit special."

Dingjia Village is a remote place, usually no outsiders come here, but today a beggar monk came, he was kind and ordinary, with a round face, he didn't look like a fairy, but he seemed to be back to basics He didn't enter the door from time to time, and stood outside the door after he put his palms together and waited. When he happened to walk to the door of Ding Yan's house, he stopped and said this.

Ding Yan glanced at the door of his own house, and secretly tested whether he could see the furnishings in the house through the gap in the door from all angles.

The answer is: no.

How did this monk see it?

"Excuse me, Master? Where did you learn from?" Ding Yan didn't answer, he just asked, he was afraid that this person might be a liar, and although he had nothing to deceive, it would be good to have an open mind.

"The poor monk goes up to the stars and down to the wisdom, the great precepts received by Nanyang Buding Temple." The monk replied, his attitude was sincere and sincere, and it didn't look like a fake.

"Master Xinghui." Ding Yan also clasped his hands together and bowed to him, "You just said that the knife in my room...what happened?"

After asking this question, the monk on the opposite side seemed a little shy. He scratched his head, his round face was a little embarrassed, and said: "The little monk has studied the "Precious Distance Sutra" with the master for a while, and saw it in the mountains. The flowing light winding up in the village, I was a little curious, I didn’t want to find it here, but I only saw the faint light in your house, maybe the little monk is not good at learning.”

"Little master, come in and have a seat." Ding Yan nodded, stretched out his hand and opened the door of his house, inviting this person into the room and said.

"Ah... This, this benefactor, please let me go." The monk wanted to enter the door, but was blocked by the person in front of him. He raised his head in doubt, saw Guan Gan's blackened face, thought for a while, and said something .

The monk is a vegetarian, his hands are clean, and his eyes are naturally cleaner than ordinary people. Xinghui has some real skills, so he can see Guan Gan who only has a soul, but what Guan Qian transforms into is a divine body. In Xinghui's eyes, they are no different from ordinary villagers.Guan Gan glanced at Ding Yan whose back was facing them in the room, his expression didn't change, he moved a little bit to let the monk in.

Seeing this scene, Ding Yan clenched his hands unconsciously.

He has been feeling that something is staring at him in the room for the past two days. Today, he judged that it was true. He began to think about whether the monk he invited in would be able to beat the room. I don't know when it appeared monsters.

This monk looks a little fat, I don't know if he can run.

"Sit down, I'll boil some water for you." Ding Yan pulled a stool for the monk.

Guan Ganyan straightened: that is the stool he has been sitting on for the past month!

He took this commonly used thing as his own as a matter of course.

The monk didn't know that he was not a human being. When he saw this man's expression, he touched his shiny forehead. After thinking about it, he still didn't sit on the stool. Instead, he found a place to stand and asked softly, "This benefactor , you are also from this family?"

Why doesn't it look like the young man who ran to boil water?

"If you want to survive, leave early." Guan Gan took a long leg, sat on the stool, tapped his fingers on the table, and threatened.

"You are..." The monk was a little puzzled. There was no killing karma on the man, but he was a bit fierce, but this kind of fierceness is abnormal in the eyes of a normal person. Why... Amituofo!

He saw the white light and the blood-red mantra slowly emerging from Guan Gan's body.

This is, this is God!

No wonder, no wonder, Namo Amituofo, it really is because he is not good at learning, and he is showing off.

He clasped his hands together, looking not afraid at all, and asked, "Aren't you unable to come out?"

Guan Gan squinted at him and didn't speak. He was still a little surprised. Even he only found out that he had runes on his body in the past few days. It took him a long time to figure out the meaning of these runes. I didn't find such a text, but the monk knew it just by looking at it.

"How do you know?" Guan Gan slowly took his left hand off the table, with some white light wrapped around it, the threat was obvious, "If you don't tell the truth, I'll kill you."

As a result, the monk was not afraid at all, smiled and said, "Benefactor, if I guessed correctly, you are the knife on the desk? Hehe, the poor monk just learned this, although he can only watch I understand a short paragraph, but you see, this, this, this, these three symbols are connected..."

He pointed to Guan Gan and explained.

This means: In order not to affect the use of the knife, all the killing karma of Guan Gan has been transferred. Once the owner is dead, the knife can no longer be used unless...

"Unless what?" Guan Gan asked.

"I don't understand." Xinghui said, Yuanyuan's face was a little embarrassed, he smiled, "It's just a little bit."

Seeing that the aura around the man slowly began to change, he swallowed and comforted him: "But from the point of view of the mantra, you can't come out if you haven't fulfilled this condition, but you can get out of the blade now, which is pretty cool." OK."

After hearing this sentence, Guan Gan frowned, but did not speak, because what he felt recently was different from what the monk said. He recently felt that some restrictions had been relaxed on him. Although the difference was very small, he could feel it keenly .

"Little master, the water is here." Ding Yan came to the main room with a teapot and poured water for the monk. He quietly looked at the furnishings in the room from the corner of his eyes. Recently, after he felt the feeling of being stared at, he began to drink water. Be on guard, everything in the room has its own rules, and he can see it even if it moves.

But now it seems that the monk did not touch anything in his house.

This monk should not be a bad person, he judged.