For cultivators, regardless of good and evil, for poisonous oaths, especially such a vicious poisonous oath, they must abide by it, because practitioners follow the way of heaven, whether it is the right way or the evil way, the purpose is to pursue a common goal, as the so-called avenues are thousands, different paths lead to the same end, that is, this truth, and the good and evil two ways must have similarities, for the poisonous oath, No matter which cultivator does not issue it lightly, once he has made a poisonous oath, he must abide by it, otherwise he will inevitably be punished by the Heavenly Dao.

Glancing at the hooked nose, Master Fan's gaze immediately fell on the masked old man's body, and asked in a deep voice: "This masked benefactor, the reason why things have come to such an uncontrollable point today is because of you, and it is because you have produced too many evil consequences that you will end up like this, and you will take the blame for yourself, and you can't blame others. ”

The masked old man's face was naturally not good-looking, his eyes flickered, and finally sighed, as if he was a little helpless and said: "Since Brother Pan said that he will not pursue this matter again, the poor Dao will admit it, and no longer embarrass your Dakong Temple. ”

Master Fan nodded, pinched a few fingers, and flicked his fingers, but saw that the remnants of the dragon descending Arhat were in a trance for a while, and finally turned into a colorful light, drifting towards Master Fan, surrounding him a few times, very weirdly burrowed into his body, and disappeared invisible.

After taking a deep breath, Master Lifan said to the two of them again, "What are you still standing here?" Let's go......"

The eagle hooked his nose in response, and immediately arched his hand at Master Fan, and walked towards the direction of the temple gate supported by the masked old man.

As soon as he took a step, the hooked nose seemed to remember something again, and turned around and asked very politely: "If you dare to ask this master's Dharma name, you must keep it in mind and be grateful for the master's grace of not killing." ”

"The old man is called a mortal ......"

As soon as they heard Master Fan report the Dharma name, the hooked nose and the masked old Taoist were stunned for a moment, and they couldn't help but sigh a little. The two of them never thought that in a monastery between the barren mountains and mountains, such a monk could be hidden, and the two of them were a little respectful of this master Fan, and felt that they were defeated in his injury, not a loss at all, nor did they feel ashamed, and they could live to this age, which is not a brilliant and glamorous person.

At that moment, the hooked nose and the masked old Taoist saluted Master Fan respectfully again, and slowly withdrew from the Great Empty Temple.

When the two of them had withdrawn, Master Lifan still stood there like a wooden carving, motionless, letting the wound on his arm gurgle out, and the knife of the hooked nose just now seemed to have hurt the muscles and bones.

At this time, Master Huikong and others reacted and surrounded him, and the little monk of Zen Xin tore off a piece of cloth from his body, wrapped Master Fan's arm, and helped him temporarily stop the bleeding.

(Dear friends, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, family reunion, thank you for your support.) ）