Speaking of this, the masked old Dao paused, glanced at Master Fan and the others not far away, and said with some regret: "It's just a pity, that night, there was a young man and an old man who hurt the poor Dao, they were not in this Dakong Temple, and they will find a tongue to ask them where they live in a while, and they will be killed together tonight." ”

"It's easy to talk about......"

At this time, another dark shadow said with a cruel smile.

It's just that he only said half of the words, but he was interrupted by the impatient waiting Master Fan, as a generation of senior monks, Master Fan was still carrying his hands, his eyes were cold, his expression was angry, and he scolded without any image: "You two old miscellaneous hairs, what kind of profoundness and birdman are you pretending to be in front of Lao Tzu?" The cowhide is ~ blowing the sky, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will beat out the and urine of the two of you old miscellaneous hairs? What a~......"

Master Lifan scolded more and more vigorously, scolding and scolding and jumping up, quite like a shrew scolding the street, how ugly how to scold, the foul language was unbearable, the faces of Master Huikong and others who listened were red and white, cold sweat flowed wildly, and they all wanted to speak and stopped, but they didn't dare to disturb the scolding Master Fan, who was scolding, for fear that his old man would transfer his anger to himself.

As a great monk, especially the Buddhist cultivation has reached his realm, he is already extraordinary, and the four are empty, however, the so-called monk in front of him is not, it is really dirty, and the foul language is scolded, it is estimated that even the old lady who often scolds the street will sigh to herself, and Master Fan's scolding is still tactful and changeable, without repeating, and also with a thick voice, jumping and jumping, scolding is called a blushing neck thick.

Soon, from the temple gate of the Great Empty Temple, there were two people who were scolded by Master Fan, and their hearts seemed to be blocked by a fire, and they didn't even have a chance to talk back, because Master Fan's scolding was too fast, so they could only gasp angrily, although the two of them were not good people, but they couldn't do it like Master Fan to scold the street without an image.

"You ......"

After scolding for a long time, the two black shadows in front of the door of the Dakong Temple finally couldn't help it, and they didn't know if it was said by the masked old Taoist or another person, but he only said the word 'you', and the latter words were blocked back by Master Fan.

"What are you? You old miscellaneous hair~ Get these beasts to do evil in my Dakong Temple, you are not afraid of thunder and thunder, and the ancestral graves of your ancestors of the eighteenth generation are split into smoke, you lack virtue and lose money......"

"Shut up!"

The man finally couldn't help it, and shouted loudly, this loud drink contained the roar of Taoism, but it was also like a rolling thunder in the flat ground, and the surrounding aura was disordered for a while, and even the sound turned into substance, shaking the dust on the ground and scattering it in all directions, except for Master Fan, who stood in place and did not move, all the people were shocked by this roar and took a few steps back, and some Buddhist disciples who were not good at cultivation were shocked by this roar and spit out a mouthful of blood, which shows the depth of this person's skill, but it is also to the point of astonishment. One