Master Lefan believes in the words of the hook nose. There are rules in the world. For practitioners, no matter whether it is good or evil, the poison oath, especially such a vicious poison oath, they must be abide by it, because practitioners follow the way of heaven, whether it is the right or evil path, the purpose is to pursue a common purpose. As the saying goes, the way of the great way is thousands of, and the different paths are the same, which is the principle mentioned. There must be similarities between the good and evil paths. No matter which practitioner is, they will not easily issue it. Once they make a poison oath, they must abide by it. Otherwise, they will be punished by the way of heaven.

After looking at the hook nose, Master Lefan's eyes fell on the masked old Taoist again, and asked in a deep voice: This masked donor, the reason why he brought things to such an uncontrollable level today is that everything is caused by you, and it is because you have suffered too many evil consequences, so he ended up like this. He blamed himself and could not blame others. I will ask you, let you leave this Dakong Temple today, and you will come to trouble me Dakong Temple again.

The masked old Taoist looked naturally not good-looking, his eyes flashed, and finally sighed, as if he was helpless: Since Brother Pan said he would not pursue this matter anymore, I will admit it and no longer make things difficult for you Dakong Temple. If you disobey this, it will be like Brother Pan's oath, your soul will disappear and you will not enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Master Lefan nodded, pinched his fingers for a few strokes, and in a flash, he saw the remnant thoughts of the Dragon Subduing Arhat in a daze, and finally turned into a colorful light, floating towards Master Lefan, circled around him for a few times, and crawled into his body very strangely, disappearing invisible.

After taking a deep breath, Master Lefan said to them again: Why are you still standing here and doing it?

The Eagle-Hooked Nose responded, and immediately bowed to Master Lefan, and supported him with the masked old Taoist toward the direction of the temple entrance.

As soon as he took a step, the hook nose seemed to remember something again, and turned around and asked very politely: I dare to ask this master's magic number, and I must keep it in mind and be grateful to the master for not killing.

My name is Lifan

When they heard Master Fan report his magic number, the hooked nose and masked Taoist were stunned for a moment, and they couldn't help but sigh. The monks of the generation, who were at least 100 years old, were only a few of them. They never expected that in a temple between the wilderness, there could be such a monk hidden. At this moment, both of them were a little respectful to Master Fan, and they felt that they were defeated by his injuries, and they did not feel embarrassed. No monk who could live to this age was awe-inspiring and beautiful person.

At that moment, the hooked nose and the masked old Taoist bowed respectfully to Master Fan again and slowly withdrew from Dakong Temple.

After they both left for a cup of tea, Master Lefan still stood there like a wooden carving, motionless, allowing the wound on his arm to bleed out. The knife that had just cut lightly, as if it had hurt his muscles and bones.

At this time, Master Huikong and others reacted and surrounded him one after another. The little monk Zenxin pulled off a piece of cloth from his body, wrapped Master Lefan's arm, and helped him temporarily stop the blood.
Chapter completed!