After Zuo Chang and the Holy Lady finished breakfast, they sat on the steps and looked at the flowers and plants planted in the courtyard.
The saint seemed to enjoy the silence in front of her. The corners of her mouth were raised and her sitting posture seemed casual.
At this moment, a man also wearing a black robe came slowly with his hands behind his back. When the guard standing at the door saw the person coming, he immediately bowed his head and greeted him, looking extremely respectful.
Zuo Chang looked up and found that this man actually had a cultivation level of fifteen!
The elder in black robe walked up to him and said, "Are you Beethoven?"
The saint frowned slightly.
It wasn't that he disliked the person in front of him for breaking the calm, but that the smell of powder on the black-robed elder was extremely strong. It couldn't even be described as fragrant. It was simply greasy.
Zuo Chang was also confused. He stood up and said, "I am, who is the senior?"
"Morrison, a black-robed elder from the Biqier clan."
Morrison took off the hood on his head as he spoke.
A face that was literally cut with a knife was exposed in front of Zuo Chang. Mr. Morrison didn't know what happened, and there were several crisscrossing wounds on his face.
These wounds should not have been caused recently. The flesh on the edges was not fresh at all, and even showed signs of decay.
At this time, Zuo Chang finally understood the reason why he applied the powder.
He looked a little solemn and asked: "Are you cursed?"
Morrison nodded: "The Curse of the Original Spirit."
"……What?"
Of course Zuo Chang knew about the original spirit.
On the one hand, he pretends not to know, and on the other hand, he does not understand why the original spirit wants to curse his followers.
Morrison put his hands behind his back and said after thinking: "The Biqier clan worships an ancient existence, which is the original spirit. The original spirit can be reincarnated. I am extremely talented, and the elders of the clan tried to use my body to accommodate it. The original spirit... Finally, haha, you saw it."
Zuo Chang nodded slowly: "Is this a... uh, side effect after failure?"
"Yes."
Morrison looked like he was about forty years old.
But Zuo Chang intuitively believed that this person's real age might be over a hundred years old - it would not be a problem for a strong man in the fifteenth realm to live for three to five hundred years.
Morrison got straight to the point and continued: "I saw you take action earlier. You seem to have an extremely powerful purification technique? My illness has become more and more serious recently, and the wound is decaying at a much faster rate than before. It has reached the point where I have to cut my flesh every day. At this point...Beethoven, can you use your purification technique on me and see if it has any effect?"
"Easy to do."
Zuo Chang did not refuse, but there were some things he had to say.
"Senior Morrison, you are an expert. You don't know some basic information. However, I think I still have an obligation to explain to you - purification is a powerful method to kill evil spirits, curses or ghosts. If The curse is deep in your heart and connected to your numerology, so the purification technique is likely to kill you at the same time as it kills the curse."
Morrison nodded calmly: "Don't worry, I have been fighting the curse. The influence of the original spirit on me has not yet penetrated into numerology."
"So……"
Zuo Chang returned to the room and got his sword.
Then he opened the Yang Sword directly, and his whole body shone brightly!
"Well?!"
As soon as the brilliance of the Yang Sword was swayed, Morrison immediately let out a cry of pain. Wisps of black smoke emerged from his exposed wounds, and he was shaking in pain!
But he didn't take a step back. Instead, he showed extremely excited and shining eyes.
"efficient."
The same thought appeared in the minds of the three people present at the same time.
The least surprising one among them is Zuo Chang.
What kind of beast is the original spirit? His Yang Sword form was given by the gods, and it should be able to take effect on the curse of the original spirit!
On the other hand, Morrison.
Morrison tried his best to restrain the huge tremors in his body. He stood up straight and opened his arms, as if embracing the holy light: "It works! It works! Beethoven, what do you want? Do you want the magic potion to advance to the Twelve Realms? I'll give it you!"
Zuo Chang looked pious, like a god and Buddha: "I have already said it, it only takes a little effort."
Start spinning!
Zuo Chang surrounded Morrison, and the swords in his hands fell like raindrops.
Every time the sword blade falls, a thick stream of black smoke mixed with an indescribable stench rises straight into the sky. The saint stood nearby, feeling like she was getting drunk.
So she took a step back.
Take another step back.
Morrison has never felt so comfortable!
No, that's not right.
To be honest, it was very painful.
The curse of the original spirit is deep-rooted and has been rooted in his body for more than 150 years! Zuo Chang in Yang Sword form cannot cause damage, but has a strong restraint effect on evil spirits.
His sword struck Morrison, like throwing raw meat into a frying pan, making a stinging sound!
But after the pain, there was still a sense of relief.
Morrison clearly felt that the influence of the original spirit on him was rapidly weakening.
This feeling became more and more obvious as the pain subsided. Without the need to look in the mirror, Morrison knew that his never-healing wound was shrinking and he was more "pure".
After five or six minutes of this, Zuo Chang stopped.
He shook his shoulders and said helplessly: "Senior, that's it for today. My purification technique has lost its effect."
Morrison looked excited.
He raised his hand, used his magic power to condense the smooth mirror surface, and looked at himself——
The horrific wounds on his face have now shrunk to "a thin line".
The real first line is the kind that cannot be detected without looking carefully.
He reached into his robe again and carefully touched his body. If it were before today, he would have been stained with blood and mucus on his hands. Although he was in the fifteenth realm, his body was in tatters, like a patched rag doll.
But now, his fingertips were clean, with only some bumps to prove that those wounds still existed.
"ha."
Morrison took a deep breath and looked at Zuo Chang with great appreciation: "You did a great job! I have never seen anyone more professional than you in terms of purification! The Pope of the Time Church accepted I spent 80 million and spent half a year claiming to be able to cure my curse, but the result was only to control the curse from getting worse and not even alleviate my symptoms! And you——"
In just five minutes, Morrison returned to the early days of being cursed!
Morrison was extremely excited, but Zuo Chang resisted the desire to turn around and refused to watch the saint's reaction.
He sheathed his sword and said, "It's a pity that your curse cannot be eradicated."
Morrison shook his head: "It's already very good! It's already very good! Alas, my body has been occupied by the original spirit. If its remnants are not completely removed, I'm afraid the curse cannot be cut off - this is not a purification technique. Problem, because what remains of the original spirit is not necessarily a cursed thing.”
Morrison rubbed his hands.
The more he looked at Zuo Chang, the more he liked him, and suddenly asked: "Beethoven, where are you now? Bi Qi'er should take over Sky City. As one of the four elders of Bi Qi'er, I am short of one or two assistants. You If you are interested, why not come and help me!"
(End of chapter)
