C94

On the third day, Sun Yi brought Chan Master Liao Ran back to the hospital, which allowed us to see a glimmer of hope. If we succeeded, not only could we save the Uncle, but we could also gain a lot of time.

However, his sudden appearance made Sun Yi's two older cousins, Sun Shu Ming and Sun Shuhua extremely furious. We never told him about this matter, so the reason he objected was simple, Uncle being so ill that he didn't go find a doctor to look for a monk.

"Don't forget what our family does, how did grandfather start his career?" Sun Yong coldly asked in response, his attitude extremely unyielding.

Amongst the younger generation, the reason the Uncle liked Sun Yong the most was naturally because he had inherited his legacy, and did not let the Taoism Arts end.

's forceful attitude naturally made Sun Shu Ming and Sun Lianlin extremely angry. With the safety of Sun Lianlin as a reason, they wanted to cut off Sun Yong from their meeting. Regarding this, the first internal conflict had erupted from's Sun Family.

Su Zhi naturally followed Sun Yong's orders with 100% confidence and pulled the two people out by their clothes. Although the two people kept clamoring for their bodyguards to take revenge, Su Zhi was not afraid at all.

"Chan Master Liao Ran, I'm sorry, but my two uncles are a little too stupid. Let's go in," Sun Yong said to the Chan Master Liao Ran as he laughed.

"You have cultivated Taoism Arts? Which family did you learn from? "Chan Master Liao Ran looked at us warily, an expert at reading the door, there are some things that can be seen through just like us, for example our fingers. Due to the fact that we often have to make hand signs, fingers have to be maintained and trained, it's different from normal people.

"Yes, we have learned some techniques that can match the heavens. We do not have a sect, we are just a civilian Warlock," Sun Yong replied. Naturally, this was true.

Naturally, Chan Master Liao Ran would not believe us immediately, so he asked us a lot of questions in a testing manner, especially the secrets related to some sects. We were unable to answer them, but our performance did not seem to be fake, so he finally relaxed.

In these years, the number of people had a tendency to surpass the number of disciples in the sects, and half of these Warlocks were fake, while the other half only knew one and a half moves. Very few of them had complete inheritances, and most of them were still the disciples of some sects, such as Mao Mountain Mount Longhu.

After believing it, we talked a lot more casually. In any case, we lowered our position, and they asked us about the matters concerning the Uncle, as well as our opinions.

We did not mention the relationship between Sun Chengzhi and us, but said that this blade was bought by the Uncle, and was then possessed by ghosts, and that drawing blood to feed the evil blade, was already in danger.

"Evil spirits have possessed your body, this matter can be small, but since this old monk has come, you can rest assured," Chan Master Liao Ran confidently said in the end.

After understanding the situation, Chan Master Liao Ran walked into the sickroom and saw Sun Lianlin in a daze.

"Boom!" The moment Chan Master Liao Ran stepped into the ward, Sun Lianlin suddenly turned his head towards him. His expression was filled with shock, and his eyes slowly turned red.

Chan Master Liao Ran's battle, that thick killing intent made him slow down his steps, this killing intent was too terrifying.

"Ran Ming, ring the bell for me." Chan Master Liao Ran turned around and told one of the disciples, and one of them immediately took out a bell and handed it over.

"Ding ling ling …" Chan Master Liao Ran rang the bell, the sound was crisp and clear, listening to it gave a comfortable feeling.

But Sun Lianlin's face changed drastically. He lifted up his quilt and was about to pick up his Pig Slaughtering Knife to fight for his life.

But how can we let him succeed? Sun Yong and I immediately threw ourselves over and pressed down on the blanket, then took out the rope we prepared beforehand to tie Uncle to the bed. As for the Pig Slaughtering Knife, it had long since been kicked away.

"Die, die, I want to kill you!" Uncle roared at us, threatening us nonstop.

"Chan Master Liao Ran, quick, we only have one chance!" Sun Yong could not help but turn his head and shout.

The Chan Master Liao Ran also had a serious face. He ordered the disciples to quickly lay down the altar to deal with the situation, and the disciples of the Chan Master Liao Ran did not dare to delay any further, they quickly finished setting up the altar, the incense burner, Guan Yin's portrait, sandalwood, and so on.

"You guys get out of the way. This old monk will try and see if I can drive out the vengeful spirits." Chan Master Liao Ran sat cross-legged on a prayer mat in front of the altar and started chanting.

'To see yourself in Bodhisattva … ' The clear chanting sound was somewhat deep, but it was filled with a penetrating power and mysteriousness. The incomprehensible inscriptions that he recited sounded like they were being chanted, and there was also a unique charm that was emitted.

Sun Yong and I listened attentively. This was a buddhist art, we had never seen it before, and the buddhist arts were mainly based on chanting scriptures.

When the scripture reached the deepest part, the Chan Master Liao Ran looked very solemn, like a living Buddha sitting there. An auspicious, compassionate, and peaceful aura emitted from his body, then slowly gathered towards Sun Lianlin.

"Sob, sob, sob..." Sun Lianlin let out a whining sound from his mouth, and then continued to struggle, causing the iron sickbed to creak.

After taking a look, we realised that we had controlled Uncle and also stuffed his mouth shut. Otherwise, we really wouldn't know what to do.

This time, there's been a long time since he started reciting the scriptures. Chan Master Liao Ran tried many different types of scriptures, and all we could hear were the [Diamond Sutra], the [Corrugated Solemn Sutra], and a few other scriptures. Their voices were auspicious and calm, and also murderous and sinister, but once the incense was lit up, Sun Lianlin's side had no use at all.

"Benefactor, this old monk is powerless!" In the end, the sweating Chan Master Liao Ran said apologetically to us.

Sun Yong and I looked at each other, and we suddenly became anxious. We had set our target on the Chan Master Liao Ran for a deeper reason as well, because we obviously know that the Cultivation Level is the highest among all the buddhist masters. If he could help to drive away the evil thoughts in the Resentment, we wouldn't have done anything else.

"Pui!" But at this time, Sun Lianlin suddenly spat out the cloth ball in his mouth, and scolded: "Stinky old donkey, why don't you continue reciting. Come again!

Chan Master Liao Ran's face darkened, he never thought that Sun Lianlin would insult him like that, but we rejoiced, thinking that Uncle was too impressive, and had no reason to keep him here.

"Master, look, if I am unable to dispel the scriptures, can I use some other method?" Sun Yong asked. His eyes, however, were on the disciples who understood the situation, because they had a lot of magical equipment on them.

Buddhist items are few in number, but they are extremely useful. For example, wooden fish, bell, buddhist staff, and even their alms bowl. Let alone those Demon Fighting Pestles, so we can be sure that they still have some tricks up their sleeves.

At this time, Sun Yi also came up to speak, he was even more straightforward, immediately raising the stakes, implying, as long as you can save people, money was not a problem.

Chan Master Liao Ran was calculating in his heart. Naturally, he still had other methods, because he knew that if he continued fighting, he would have to risk his life. And the previous price had not reached a point where he could risk his life.

"Master, all the problems lie with this Pig Slaughtering Knife. I wonder if Master can purify this blade?" Sun Yong took out the Pig Slaughtering Knife and asked.

Chan Master Liao Ran took the blade. Not only was it cold to the touch, a cold killing intent immediately rushed into his dantian, causing him to exclaim in shock, "What a heavy killing intent. This blade is very evil!"

"Yes, there is a rumour that this blade was forged by the Sword Crafting Master Ou Yezi during the Spring and Autumn War, and later on, it became a family heirloom of a certain Pig Slaughtering Master. It has been passed down for dozens of generations, and the number of souls killed by this blade is no less than a hundred thousand.

He nodded his head in understanding. He didn't doubt that such a heavy evil aura had long surpassed that of ordinary evil spirits. Besides the ghost blades that were used to kill ancient heads, there was probably no other evil blade that dared to compete.

"This old monk will try again, take this Demon Fighting Pestle. If he frees himself, then old monk's hands must not be soft when he completes his technique, I must control him, and then try to purify this evil blade," Chan Master Liao Ran said in the end.

We were overjoyed. Fortunately, everything was within our plans.

Then, Chan Master Liao Ran continued to burn incense and began to purify the Pig Slaughtering Knife.

The buddhist light under the candle, the peaceful and merciful buddhist music, the buddhist water in the alms bowl, all sorts of methods were used by the Chan Master Liao Ran and Sun Lianlin had been staring intently at the light.

"Ding", the Pig Slaughtering Knife started to vibrate halfway through the purification.

Bang! A rope that was used to tie Sun Lianlin also exploded.

The Buddhist chanting lingered and filled the entire room with Buddhist light. However, under this Buddhist light, a black figure gradually grew stronger and even began to slowly expel the Buddhist light.

"Boom!" Finally, the Buddhist light collapsed and the black shadow occupied the entire room. At this time, a cold light flew towards them. They were so shocked that they subconsciously reached out to block it.

"Pu!" The cold light pierced through his palm and left behind a trail of blood.

"Ah, my hand, my hand!" Chan Master Liao Ran cried out in pain.

But he soon couldn't call out because he saw the pig slaughtering knife floating in front of him. Turning his head, he saw that the patient on the bed had unknowingly completely broken free of the rope. He stood on the bed and looked at him …

Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine. It was as if a hungry vagabond had seen the Red Braised Meat, and his eyes were green.

Looking around, he was even more shocked to realize that he, his disciples and the others were the only people in the room, why did Sun Yi and the rest go to the Family District.

The words "trap, treacherous" popped up in his head. He couldn't understand why, but he was an idiot. However, before he could get angry, he suddenly felt pain all over his body.