As soon as Baguio walked to the side room, she suddenly felt a palpitation in her heart. She felt that the surrounding temperature had instantly turned cold. In a daze, she felt that the invisible evil and evil energy seemed to have condensed into substance and turned into a black energy.

The entangled ferocious beast opened its fangs and roared at her!

At that moment, even she was so frightened that she subconsciously took half a step back. She felt a chill on the back of her neck and felt extremely fearful and uneasy in her heart.

But when she thought that Zhang Xiaofan was in the room and that this evil aura was coming from the room, the fear in her heart suddenly turned into waves of worry and distress.

What on earth did those damn evil monks do to Xiaofan?!

She raised her hand to push open the door, but the door to the wing seemed to be sealed by thousands of years of ice. It was cold to the touch and had been frozen into a piece. No matter how hard she tried, it would not open at all.

Can't push it open.

"Xiaofan, Xiaofan!" Anxiously, Baguio raised her hand and slapped the door of the Zen room, calling Zhang Xiaofan, with a hint of crying in her voice.

With a creak, the door opened, and Zhang Xiaofan, with bloodshot eyes, walked out of the meditation room, looked at Baguio, who had tears in his eyes, opened his mouth, and said hoarsely: "Baguio, don't cry, I'm fine.

"

Although Zhang Xiaofan still seemed to be surrounded by evil spirits, and his whole body was like a Shura ghost in hell, the spiritual platform still retained some clarity after all, and was not driven into madness by the evil spirits.

"Amitabha, it seems that Donor Zhang has enlightened?" Pu Hong, who had rushed over at some point, asked Zhang Xiaofan with raised palms.

The bodies of Zhang Xiaofan and Pu Zhi had been sitting opposite each other in the Zen room for two days and two nights. Now Zhang Xiaofan finally walked out of the room again, and his bloodthirsty eyes had regained most of their clarity. It seemed that he had made a decision.

.

Zhang Xiaofan glanced at Pu Hong and saluted him, then looked at You Ji beside him, saluted and greeted him, and finally turned his attention to Lu Zhi, bowing and bowing deeply.

"Zhang Xiaofan paid a visit to Master Qingzhi, and was taught the mantra to purify my mind. I was able to maintain my clarity of consciousness despite the demonic obstacles, and did not fall into madness. I will never be able to repay this kindness even if I die!"

Lu Zhi also looked at Zhang Xiaofan, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. Lu Zhi taught him the Mind-Purifying Curse in the first place, so that he could keep his consciousness clear under the erosion of evil spirits, but to his surprise, this Mind-Purifying Curse actually worked.

He really practiced it to the point where it is close to Dacheng.

In terms of attainments in the Purifying Mantra, Lu Zhi can no longer match him!

Lu Zhi nodded and said, "You don't have to be polite. You can get out of the demonic barrier on your own because of your character and talent. However, the worries of poor Taoists are a bit unnecessary."

Originally, he was worried that if Zhang Xiaofan really went crazy and changed his temperament, given the special destiny of his son of great calamity, he might really cause big trouble in the future.

But now it seems that Zhang Xiaofan is very tough and has managed to survive on his own. This character is really admirable.

After thanking Lu Zhi again, Zhang Xiaofan looked at Pu Hong again and said, "Master Pu Hong."

Pu Hong replied: "Donor Zhang, please tell me something."

Zhang Xiaofan turned around and glanced at Pu Zhi's body in the room. A complicated look flashed in his eyes. After half a minute, he closed his eyes and said as if he was dreaming: "Master Pu Hong, please... will Pu Zhi...

Master Zhi, let him rest in peace."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was moved.

Did he really let go?!

"Xiaofan!" Baguio looked at Zhang Xiaofan worriedly, "That Puzhi killed more than a hundred people in your hometown, you..."

As she talked, she couldn't talk any more. She seemed to be worried about reviving Zhang Xiaofan's painful past, so she stopped talking and stared at him closely with a pair of beautiful eyes, full of worry and heartache.

color.

"Amitabha!" Puhong also sang the Buddha's name with great emotion, and there was a slight tremor in his voice.

"What happened back then was the greatest evil karma that Junior Brother Puzhi had committed in his life. Even when he was dying, he was in pain and regretful. He just wanted to fall into the eighteen levels of hell and suffer the fire of karma.

Burn it in order to alleviate some of the sin."

"Back then, he told the poor monk that he must give an explanation to the two benefactors Zhang and Lin. However, he did not have much time left and could not apologize to the two benefactors in person, so he had to leave the body and let him do whatever he wanted.

..."

"Today, Donor Zhang was able to see through the confusion and see his mind clearly, which is really an excellent thing. In this way, even if Junior Brother Puzhi is burned day by day in the karma fire of hell, he will be able to accept it with joy.

"

Afterwards, this eminent monk and the abbot of Tianyin Temple, who has been famous all over the world for hundreds of years, paid a deep tribute to Zhang Xiaofan, a junior, in front of everyone!

All the monks in Tianyin Temple were shocked. Even Lu Zhi's expression changed slightly. Puhong could really do this!

Zhang Xiaofan was also surprised and did not dare to accept Pu Hong's gift, so he stepped forward to help him: "Master Pu Hong, how can this be done? Please get up quickly."

However, Pu Hong still bowed down. With his level of cultivation, Zhang Xiaofan could not stop him and could only accept this gift.

"This gift is for the old monk to pay respect to my junior brother Pu Zhi... Even if he is trapped in the eighteenth level of hell, he cannot repay the bad karma he has committed! The old monk cannot repay this gift at all.

just in case."

After hearing what Pu Hong said, the monks from Tianyin Temple also chanted the Buddha's name softly and bowed deeply to Zhang Xiaofan on behalf of Pu Zhi.

Zhang Xiaofan opened his mouth and was about to say something when Baguio stopped him.

"Xiao Fan, they owe you this gift! Even if you accept it, you can't repay anything at all!"

She looked at those great monks with cold eyes and just sneered, thinking that by being so pretentious, she could repay her sinful debt and clear up the cause and effect?

She didn't care whether Na Puhong and the great monks from Tianyin Temple were sincere or fake, but it was absolutely impossible to forgive Zhang Xiaofan and resolve the cause and effect!

Even if what happened back then can no longer be reckoned with now, and that Puzhi has been dead for so many years, but... as the old monk Pu Hong said, that Puzhi should have gone down to the eighteenth level of hell and endured the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​fire.

Even if the punishment is less, it won’t be enough!

Zhang Xiaofan opened his mouth slightly and said: "Masters, please get up."

How could he ever really let go of this matter? It was just a thing of the past, and Master Puzhi had passed away for so many years, so there was no point in pursuing it any further.

So what if he crushed Master Puzhi's body and spread it to ashes? Will his parents, uncles, elders, and the villagers be able to survive?

Even if he persists in pursuing the case, can he still turn his anger on Tianyin Temple and kill everyone in Tianyin Temple?

He had been sitting across from the body of Master Pu Zhi in the wing before. When he was eroded by the evil spirit, he had not had such thoughts before. He even thought more crazily about destroying the entire land of China and destroying everything.

Including himself!

But if that's the case, is he still himself? Is he still the same Zhang Xiaofan?

For two whole days and two nights, he was on the verge of crazy self-destruction, almost stepping into a situation of no return.

If I hadn't recalled Baguio, Senior Sister Tian Linger, Master Master, Dazhufeng...

If there weren't these fetters, if there weren't these beautiful things that tied him down and reminded him that he was Zhang Xiaofan, I'm afraid the person who stepped out of the meditation room before was not Zhang Xiaofan, but a crazy devil who wanted to destroy everything!

But he didn't tell anyone about these things, and he didn't want to mention them again. He was already very tired and just wanted to sleep peacefully.

"Baguio, let's go back..."

Baguio looked at Zhang Xiaofan's haggard and haggard expression, and felt a terrible pain in her heart.

"Well, let's go."

"Donor Zhang, please stay." Pu Hong suddenly said.

"You monk, Xiaofan doesn't want to care about you anymore, do you still want to harm him?" Baguio said angrily.

Pu Hong shook his head and said: "That's not the case. Donor Zhang can let go of his hatred and let Junior Pu Zhi rest in peace. All the monks in our Tianyin Temple are grateful and admired. How can we harm Donor Zhang?"
Chapter completed!