I checked it out before going downstairs, having dinner at Zhao's house, and then dismissed everyone.

In the huge villa, except for Boss Zhao on the second floor, Xu Fugui and I were the only ones left...

"Master," Xu Fugui was unsure and just asked: "How do you plan to settle this matter?"

"Resolving grudges," I immediately used a clean rag to wipe off the crow's blood on the ghost hand knife.

"You mean to resolve the resentment of this sword?" Xu Fugui's expression changed: "How to resolve this?"

I tried to ask him: "Tell me, why does this knife have resentment?"

"Is there any need to ask?" Xu Fugui said casually: "The creditor came to the door and drove the blacksmith crazy. He also cut off his wife's hand and his son's ribs. They used them to make knives to pay off the debt. This resentment caused the creditor to burn down the whole family three days later.

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"So?" I asked.

Xu Fugui said subconsciously: "So, what he resents is the creditor, and the Zhao family is the one who lends money and collects money. That's why he got involved."

I smiled, causing Xu Fugui's expression to change: "Isn't this right?"

"Many people think the same as you, so this matter has not been settled for hundreds of years!" I said: "The original creditor is dead, why are you still obsessed with this knife? On the contrary, the resentment is getting stronger and stronger, and even grudges are accumulated.

A curse?"

"This..." Xu Fugui shook his head: "I really never thought about it."

I said with certainty: "This knife was taken from the body and bones of a blacksmith's family, and it also contains three grievances. In addition to the grievances the blacksmith has against his creditor, there is also the grievances the wife has against her husband, and there is also the grievances the blacksmith's son has against his parents."

"That's right!" Xu Fugui thought carefully: "How can a wife not complain if her husband chops off her hand? How can a son not resent if his parents break his ribs? It makes sense, young master."

I had already wiped the Ghost Hand Knife, and the moment I pulled the knife out of its sheath, there was a crisp sound, and the hairs all over my body stood up.

I placed the scabbard and the blade separately, one behind the other, close but not connected. Then I took out three incense burners, placed them in front of the ghost hand knife, and asked Xu Fugui to burn incense.

After finishing his work, Xu Fugui suddenly thought of something and exclaimed: "Master, something is wrong!"

"What's wrong?" I frowned slightly, only to hear him say: "I have also seen people using swords to create Feng Shui, but I heard them say that when the Feng Shui sword is unsheathed and murderous intent leaks out, it is a sign of great misfortune."

"That's right," I didn't deny it: "It's precisely because the Feng Shui Bureau said this that the sword has been sheathed for hundreds of years. But the scabbard was made by a blacksmith, but the blade is the wife's hand bone. The wife

Resenting your husband and forcing them to be together is the key to resentment. It's like a resentful couple. If you force them to live together, how can they not quarrel or quarrel? "

"It makes sense. Your thinking is different from ordinary people." Xu Fugui praised: "Master, you are simply amazing."

In fact, last night, I just thought about things from the other side, and then I understood. Of course, it was also because I had seen the forbidden technique of riding a horse. The technique in it is to use the taboos of all walks of life to do the opposite. I just

Be brave and think the other way around on this matter.

I asked Xu Fugui to play the downloaded music, and then sat lazily on the sofa...

"Master," Xu Fugui said, "What should we do next?"

I lit a cigarette and said, "You don't have to do anything for these three days. Just listen to music and stay here."

Xu Fugui couldn't understand it and complained that the songs he was playing were awful.

If there is any other way, I don't want to listen to this music. This is something to the effect, music from the fourteenth century, and foreign countries do not have the same cultural origins as ours.

In the early years without the Internet, it was difficult to find out the origin of the Ghost Hand Sword. In the past, there must have been many eminent monks chanting sutras to resolve the grievances of the Ghost Hand Sword. But the language barrier made us feel the same irritable mood when listening to other people's music.

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Therefore, using our traditional methods to try to suppress it is counterproductive. In fact, the simplest and most calming thing is music. But it must be music that they can understand at that time.

Music has no national boundaries. Even though I can’t understand what is being sung, I can vaguely feel that the emotion expressed in the music is the beautiful artistic conception of a man farming and a woman weaving, or a blacksmith forging iron and his wife running the house.

There were the implicit love between men and women of that era, as well as beautiful scenes of family harmony. The singing gradually calmed down Xu Fugui and I's irritable moods.

Starting from the second day, Xu Fugui not only stopped complaining, but started to sing the rhythm leisurely. He even started humming on the third day because of the loop playback...

"Master," Xu Fugui suddenly noticed: "Look at that knife!"

"What's wrong?" I stood up and saw that the scabbard moved inexplicably and slowly leaned towards the blade. Half of the knife was already in the sheath...

"Good guy!" Xu Fugui rubbed his hands and said, "Are they doing something shameful as a couple?"

"Go away," I scolded him: "You dare to think about anything like that."

He was just joking, and then asked me: "Do you want to separate them?"

I was helpless: "Now, I can't make up my mind either."

"Why?" Xu Fugui was surprised: "Judging from the past three days, as long as the scabbard and blade are separated, wouldn't this matter be settled?"

I shook my head: "Actually, the blacksmith back then was not crazy. He was just forced by his creditors. He finally used his own leg bone to make a scabbard. It was used to protect the blade, which was his wife's forearm bone. From this point on

It can be seen that the blacksmith actually loves his wife. So now, it is understandable that the scabbard is closer to the blade. You can even understand that he is repenting to his wife."

"I understand this!" He said with a smile: "It's like when I'm angry, my girlfriend comes to hug me and comfort me. But I'm still angry and insist on pushing her away, so she insists on hugging me.

So annoying!"

I found: "You are so shameless!"
Chapter completed!