What kind of evil method is this? This is the righteous method.

The sun was setting, and dusk was shrouding the courtyard. Lin Fan was squatting there cleaning the blood-stained firewood ax in the courtyard under the afterglow of the setting sun. Next to him, Master Guiwu was also cleaning the tin staff.

Washing, washing, the two of them looked up at the sky, which was gradually dyed with a light orange color.

"It's really beautiful."

Lin Fan couldn't help but think of the scene of sitting on the edge of the cliff with his senior brother at Chaotian Taoist Temple and watching the sunset.

"Master, inhaling the incense of flesh spirits can keep you sane, but breathing out bad smells will affect your mind, right?"

"That's right, the poor monk gave your master the method of making flesh spirit incense in the hope that he can practice it and not breathe in the evil odors of heaven and earth."

Master Guiwu's idea is very simple. Even if he has been immersed in Buddhism for decades, sometimes he cannot resist the influence of bad aura. It doesn't matter if his appearance changes under the bad aura, but it is serious if his state of mind is affected.

"But my master and senior brother didn't listen to the master's words."

"Fellow Taoist, there is nothing we can do about it. The monk gave the method of making meat spirit incense to many fellow Taoists, but many of them are tired of the slow pace of practice and only want to exhale the bad breath and improve their cultivation. It's a pity..."

"No, my master and senior brother are not tired of practicing slowly. They just want to be strong enough to protect Chaotian Taoist Temple and me."

Finished saying this.

Master Gui Wu just looked at Lin Fan quietly.

Nothing was said.

You have your own ideas, and I have mine. I won't argue with you anymore.

"Taoist Priest, Master, dinner is ready. Let's go to the house to eat." Sister Yang came out of the kitchen holding a bowl, and Little Rabbit also held a bowl, with a smile on her face.

"Master please."

"Thank you."

The news about Mr. Huang spread throughout Huanglang Town. People who went inside to grab money saw the one-meter-high weasel corpse. Naturally, such news could not be hidden.

Everyone said that Mr. Huang was in cahoots with monsters.

At that moment, everyone understood why Mr. Huang often took concubines. They must be dedicated to monsters.

But will Mr. Huang’s death change Huanglang Town?

Well, maybe there is, maybe not.

Perhaps the biggest change is that no woman or girl will be sucked out of her soul by monsters in the future.

Sister Yang and her daughter did not mention this matter, but the joy could be seen on their faces. Obviously, in their view, Mr. Huang's death would save Huanglang Town a great harm.

…

It's late at night, inside the house.

Lin Fan and the master sat across from each other at the table, with an ax on the left and a tin staff on the right.

"Are fellow Taoists leaving?" Master Guiwu asked.

"The monster must be punished, so of course it's time to leave. Master, I have something to tell you."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Master, since I came out of the Huang Mansion, I have always felt uneasy. Maybe I have inner demons. If you have any profound Buddhist teachings, please teach me."

When he said this, he frowned and touched his chest, acting very uncomfortable.

Master Guiwu said: "The poor monk can understand the situation of fellow Taoist monks. It just so happens that the poor monk here has a scripture called "Reciting the Heart Sutra" which can effectively remove worries and calm the mind. Reciting it twice a day will have the effect. If you can chant while knocking on the wooden fish, the effect will be even better.”

"Is it as capable of killing demons as the Demon Subduing Fist?"

"No, it's just an ordinary scripture."

"Master, I can't read. It would be best if it has a pattern like the Demon Subduing Fist."

Master Guiwu smiled, "The poor monk understands what my fellow Taoist is thinking. Monks don't lie. They tell the truth. The Buddhist teachings that the poor monk knows are all learned from Buddhist scriptures. If my fellow Taoist has profound Buddhist teachings, he can give some advice."

The Demon-Subduing Fist is a boxing technique specially compiled by a poor monk. It is used by destined people to suppress the anger in their hearts. As for other things... Unless my fellow Taoist has studied Buddhist scriptures with me for decades, he may be able to understand it with confidence. "

Lin Fan stood up, picked up the ax, and walked towards the bed.

Didn't say a word to the master.

Check your own situation.

[Name: Lin Fan]

[Tao number: Xuandian]

[Mountain Gate: Chaotian Taoist Temple]

[Exercise: Eating Qi and Replenishing the Heart]

[Realm: Third level of Qi refining]

[Spells: Blood Eye Technique (Perfect 0/400), Sores Technique (Basic 23/100), Poison Technique (Advanced 3/400)]

[Buddhism: Demon Subduing Fist (Introductory 10/100)]

[Technique: Meat Spirit Fragrance]

[Merit: 3.2 (Consume merit to practice spells. One point of merit is equivalent to one year of hard work. When the spell reaches perfection, you can consume merit to advance the spell or even upgrade it to a magical power)]

[Innate magical power: Eye of merit (eliminating illusions and seeing the truth)]

The weasel monster gave 1.5 merit, and the remaining 1.7 were obtained from the private soldiers.

It seems that he has eliminated many people by eliminating evil.

Today's biggest demon-killing magic is the Blood Eye Technique, which can surprise and defeat the enemy with one move.

Think of that weasel.

I kept mumbling for a long time.

Didn't you notice that there was a Taoist priest nearby with blood-red eyes?

When glaring the master to death, the power of the Blood Eye Technique was not weak, but after it was raised to perfection, the power became even stronger.

As for the sore method and the poison method, they are currently far less useful.

Of course, Demon Subduing Fist is good.

Punch Tian Ling Gai will cause death, which is quite good.

Instead of rushing to improve, he took out a piece of meat spirit incense and started practicing.

At this time, the master who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and meditating slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the fellow Taoist who was about to practice. The red flesh-spirit incense was made from the spirit and blood of monsters.

The fellow Taoists in Chaotian Taoist Temple are really ruthless.

Light up the meat spirit incense.

He pinched his fingers to circulate the method of eating qi to replenish the heart, and the red smoke was attracted, flowing into his nasal cavity like a small snake.

As the first wisp of red smoke entered his nose.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a look of doubt appeared in his eyes.

"The taste is wrong."

That's right, he felt that the taste of this red meat spirit incense was not right at all.

It was different from the incense he had eaten before.

"Could it be that the ones my master gave me before were all defective products, and now I am refining it myself, so naturally I have to refine the best."

It must be like this.

Master, master, you hurt your disciple's heart too much.

After thinking it through, continue to practice, and be able to inhale the most authentic meat spirit incense, all thanks to your own efforts.

The mana in the body gradually increased.

It was even stronger than the gray meat spirit incense before.

According to this situation, it is just a matter of time before the realm breaks through to the fourth level of Qi Refining.

It's too high.

It's too strong.

However, he found that as he inhaled the flesh incense, he had distracting thoughts, as if the weasel monster was wailing and resentful.

It was ridiculous.

Since he could kill its body, what was the difficulty in killing distracting thoughts.

Suppress, destroy.

Master Guiwu, who was meditating, silently operated his wisdom eyes and found that behind the Taoist friend was a weasel phantom with deep resentment, with its fangs and claws bared, hideous and ugly, wishing to swallow the Taoist friend completely.

He was ready to recite scriptures to help the Taoist friend suppress it if he couldn't hold on.

Who would have thought that the phantom appeared quickly and disappeared quickly, and in a moment, it turned into fragments and disappeared without a trace.

"Awesome, really awesome, Chaotian Taoist Temple should not be underestimated."