I have to say that Master Yixing is really pretending to be arrogant.
However, the monks did not show any disgust at all. Instead, they started to flatter him again.
But at this moment, Fang Lin, who was in the cassock space, showed a contemptuous sneer at the corner of his mouth. He made a hand seal, and the golden elixir in his body was running rapidly. A pyrotechnic talisman was instantly held between his two fingers and thrown forward in the air.
"...Master Yixing, this...there seems to be something wrong!"
"Yes! Why does it feel like it's getting hotter and hotter?
It seems like a heat wave is coming from inside that cassock?"
"It's kind of like being on top of a fire and a hot pot."
“Is this cassock made of silk?
Will it not be able to withstand the high temperature?
Is it really going to be okay?"
… Waves of heat hit everyone around like wild beasts. Within a minute, everyone was sweating profusely, and all kinds of worries naturally followed.
"What's there to worry about?
Didn’t Lao Monk tell you that all beings brought into Lao Monk’s cassock space will suffer the torment of hell fire?
This is just normal operation."
Seeing everyone's panic, Master Yixing said with disdain.
Having said that, the masters of the group were actually completely confused at this time.
It seemed very reasonable, but he had dealt with countless masters and evil spirits in the past, but this had never happened before, so he had no confidence at all.
"Push..." Less than half a minute after Master Yi Xing finished speaking, a burst of fire shot up into the sky and completely enveloped the cassock.
"Ah... run quickly."
The slap in the face came too quickly. The Buddhist magic weapon that was praised as invincible just now was reduced to ashes in an instant.
Anyone with any intelligence can understand what is going on?
The group of monks had no regard for face at this time and quickly exclaimed.
Now that they are all here, how could Fang Lin give them a chance to escape?
Suddenly there was a wave of human figures shaking, in the blink of an eye people fell from their backs, and mourning victims rose up all over the field.
"You...you...you can't kill me."
The most tragic thing among them was Master Yixing. After receiving a heavy punch from Fang Lin in the abdomen, he was thrown more than ten meters away. At this time, he felt as if his whole body was in excruciating pain as if it was about to fall apart.
Seeing Fang Lin approaching them step by step, the group of masters instantly felt a warmth in their lower bodies, and they were so panicked that they burst into tears.
"Yeah?
Give me a reason and listen.”
Fang Lin's face was gloomy and he said with interest in a calm and unhurried manner.
"I...I know all of Zhu Cong's machinations and next action plan."
At a loss, a group of masters blurted out.
"Are you talking about the people and materials hidden under the hill to the east?"
"You...how did you know?
Mo...could it be that you are the Buddha descending to earth?"
Even those around Zhu Cong had just learned about such a confidential matter.
Fang Lin's words instantly frightened the group of monks into stunned silence and exclaimed.
"It seems that you are really worthless?"
Fang Lin had seen this kind of surprised expression too many times, and he didn't feel anything at all. He didn't bother to answer his questions, so he slowly raised his right palm towards his head and said.
"Amitabha, as a monk, my hands are stained with blood. I have already committed a serious crime that deserves to be sent to the eighteenth level of hell. I really deserve to die, so Mr. Laofang will not be stained with the blood of sin again."
Master Yixing suddenly seemed to have completely recovered his sanity, sitting cross-legged, with a serious look on his face and said calmly.
"Aren't you going to make atonement before you die?"
"Amitabha, what advice does the donor have?
Fighting through mountains of swords and seas of fire, I will not hesitate to do anything."
Although many things were not their faults subjectively, having their hands stained with blood is an unavoidable reality.
Even though it has returned to normal now, Master Yi Xing is still heartbroken.
There is no life left for his own sin, but Fang Lin's words also gave a group of masters a last glimmer of hope. He should atone for this sin for himself, so he said very piously.
"Amitabha, sin, sin, sin."
After being violently beaten by Fang Lin, everyone, like the masters in the field, instantly woke up from a dream and began to repent devoutly for the sins they had committed.
"What to do specifically is your own business."
Fang Lin said coldly.
"Amitabha, thank you so much, donor, for teaching me. The poor monks and others know what to do."
A group of masters recited some Buddhist scriptures, suddenly opened their eyes, and led the crowd to stagger towards the place where Zhu Cong stored the materials.
As the fire fell, the cassock was completely burned to ashes, and the evil ghost also jumped out of the sky.
The difference from before was that he also suffered a lot of pain from the flames, and now he seemed to have almost lost all energy.
"Shang...Shangxian, just let them go like this?
Aren’t you afraid that they will continue to do evil?”
If they continue to protect those materials again, wouldn't all their suffering be completely in vain?
Unhappy and worried, he was so anxious that he completely ignored the severe pain and said anxiously.
"No, don't worry! Not only will they completely destroy Zhu Cong's conspiracy, but I'm afraid they won't be able to survive in this world."
Fang Lin said with great certainty.
"How can the Immortal be so sure?"
"Because the evil spirit on their bodies has been eliminated. In fact, the sins they committed before were not of their own free will. It is indeed a pity."
Fang Lin sighed softly.
In the previous battle, strictly speaking, it was a crushing battle. Fang Lin had used his vitality to expel the evil spirits from their bodies, allowing them to regain their sense of self.
These are all eminent monks and Taoists who have been compassionate throughout their lives, so how could they not think of atonement for their sins?
How is it possible to live an ignoble existence?
"What the Immortal said is true, can we rush to Nanfu now?"
"Of course, it's time to teach Zhu Cong a lesson."
A wicked smile flashed across Fang Lin's lips.
The Poison Platform crisis has been resolved, all research results and materials have been destroyed, and Zhu Cong can now be dealt with without any scruples. Naturally, Fang Lin will no longer be polite to him.
When the cry of killing came from the front, Fang Lin jumped up with the kid, and landed firmly outside Nan Mansion in less than two minutes, and his soul returned to him again.
Although nearly an hour has passed, the situation in Nanfu is almost the same as before.
Everyone is still worried about their own lives or the safety of tens of millions of people in Seoul Province.
Among the various whispers, except for the people on Zhu Cong's side, almost everyone put their hopes and eyes on Fang Lin.
Unlike everyone who was anxious and anxious, everyone in Nanfu was content and content.
Especially Zhu Cong, who is very cool with cigarettes and fine wine, no one beating his legs, and constantly singing ditties.
