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

"Shut up."

Mr. Huang, who had been very calm just now, became irritable and stared at Lin Fan. "How do you know that I tortured my mother by leaving her in the world? Do you know that when she was alive, she was tortured. Now I just want her to experience all the life she has never experienced before."

"My father is a scumbag who gambled and mortgaged his house and abandoned his wife and children. My mother raised me. After I became an adult, I worked hard and saved money so that my mother could have a roof over her head to shelter from the wind and rain. Finally, after years of hard work, I finally bought that shabby house. However, my mother didn't have the opportunity to enjoy it. The doctor said that she couldn't see a doctor without money. When I sold the house, they lowered the price, and I didn't even have enough money for the doctor's treatment."

"Who saved my mother and helped me at that time? Was it you or this master?"

Mr. Huang became calmer and calmer, but his eyes were red. All the anger and injustice were expressed by him in a very calm mood.

When a person expresses his unwillingness in a calm attitude,

His anger had already reached its peak.

"Amitabha."

Master Guiwu shook his head, feeling grief in his heart. He was not sad for the evil man like Mr. Huang in Huanglang Town, but for the world that forced a person to become an evil man step by step.

Mr. Huang sneered: "You monks can only say Amitabha. Look at the temples now. They are simply a place where filth and dirt are hidden. Who can say who is clean? Yes, I have harmed people, but I can do it with a clear conscience to my mother. I am not a saint, nor a good person. I just want my loved ones to live well and comfortably. Harming people will be punished by law, but I raised the yamen runners in Huanglang Town. Has the court ever managed them? Has it ever managed this world?"

Faced with Mr. Huang's questioning, Master Guiwu did not say anything more, but could only sigh deeply. Lin Fan, who was standing by, could see that the master had experienced too many such things. If he had not had a deep Buddhist heart, he would have been numb long ago.

Thoughts emerged in Lin Fan's mind.

There are no born evil people in the world. They are all forced out slowly.

But having said that, since he has embarked on this path, he must pay the price for his actions.

Those who were harmed by him were also innocent.

Lin Fan looked at Gui Wu, "Master, the old lady's soul is imprisoned in her body. Can you cast a spell to make the soul appear in front of Mr. Huang and let him know that his so-called filial piety is just his wishful thinking?"

Master Gui Wu nodded, and then said: "Donor Huang, are you willing to see your mother's soul?"

"You want to harm my mother." Mr. Huang glared.

Lin Fan said: "Your mother is in pain."

"Impossible, my mother is not in pain."

"You haven't seen your mother's soul, why are you so sure?"

"Huang Xian said, Huang Xian told me."

"How can I believe the words of demons and evil spirits."

Hearing this, Mr. Huang's expression changed again and again, and finally took a half step back. Obviously, he also knew in his heart that the so-called Huang Xian was not a fairy, but a real demon and evil spirit.

Master Guiwu took a step forward, chanting scriptures, and then tapped the ground with the staff in his hand. A golden light spread out like a wave with the staff as the center, covering the pavilion.

"Master Huang, look around you." Lin Fan reminded.

Master Huang turned his head in disbelief as if he noticed someone around him. He saw that the face was in pain, but the pain soon dissipated.

That was his mother who he had been thinking about day and night.

No heavy makeup.

Only the most simple appearance.

Kind and familiar face, caring eyes, representing hard-working white hair.

With a plop, he knelt on the ground.

"Mom, my dear mother."

Master Huang wanted to hug his mother's legs, but his hands penetrated through them, "Master, my mother, my mother..."

"Amitabha, donor Huang, this is the residual soul of your mother left in your body. It should have dissipated long ago, but there are many incredible things in the world that even a poor monk cannot understand." Master Guiwu sighed.

"Afu."

A call came.

A hand full of motherly love fell on his head and gently stroked it.

Mr. Huang had been crying for a long time. Even though he was over fifty, he was still like a child.

At this moment, he was not Mr. Huang, who was notorious for his evil deeds in Huanglang Town.

He was just a poor man who did something wrong and missed his mother too much.

"Mother, I'm sorry for making you suffer."

"Afu, mother is not suffering. Mother is already very happy to be able to see you all the time, but Afu... listen to mother, don't do bad things, it's not too late to turn back now."

"Mother, I'm wrong."

Mr. Huang's eyes were red. How could he not know that what the elder said to the master was right. Mother was indeed in pain, but mother did not blame him and did not show it in front of him.

Suddenly, the residual soul of the old lady became fainter and fainter, floating up into the sky like smoke.

"Mother."

Mr. Huang stood up, grabbing the air with his hands like a madman.

"Master..."

"Donor Huang, the old lady has fulfilled her wish and gone to the Western Paradise."

Mr. Huang stood there in a daze, looking at his mother who was sitting on a bench beside him. He saw his mother's rotting body turned into black ash and drifted away, leaving only a skeleton.

Mr. Huang opened his mouth slightly, trying to say something silently, but in the end he could only watch.

"Ah... You lied to me, weasel, I'll fight you."

Mr. Huang rushed out of the pavilion and rushed towards the mud house.

Lin Fan and the master did not stop him, but watched silently.

"Fellow Taoist, seeing this now, will you forgive Donor Huang?" Master Guiwu asked.

Lin Fan looked at the back of the man who was willing to die and said slowly: "For him, our forgiveness is not important. The person he hopes to forgive him is the one in his heart, so I am not responsible for forgiveness, I only Responsible for sending him on his way or watching him go.

What if you were a master? "

"Amitabha." Master Guiwu sighed: "The poor monk's Taoism is shallow. I thought that after practicing Buddhism for decades, I would be able to distinguish between good and evil. However, as I get deeper into the world, I feel more and more confused."

Lin Fan said: "Master, the difference between good and evil depends only on yourself. If you say evil, then it will be evil. If you say good, then it will be good. Let others decide. That will mess up your Taoist mind."

Master Gui Wu said, "This is the way for fellow Taoists, but it is not the Buddha for poor monks."

"Different paths lead to the same destination. The master is right, and so is Pindao. There is no need to argue. But Pindao has something unclear, so I would like to ask the master to clarify his doubts."

"Fellow Taoist, please tell me."

"Master, where did you get this Zen staff?"

"This is a tin cane."

"Oh, tin staff, where did it come from? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"The tin staff was broken by a poor monk earlier, so he put it in the blacksmith shop for repair. It was repaired today."

"Ah? Master doesn't even have money for food. Where can he get the money to repair his tin staff?"

"Amitabha."

Bang!

A roar came.

I saw Mr. Huang flying upside down from the mud house and falling to the ground without any movement. Then, a cloud of yellow smoke broke through the roof and soared into the sky, falling to the ground like a meteor. The yellow smoke spread and clung to the ground.

The sound of rolling earth appeared.

Pairs of rotten arms with bones visible broke out of the ground, and then a dozen walking corpses crawled out from the ground.

Use the eye of merit.

No points.

"Master, it's time for you to slay demons." Lin Fan said.

"Come together, fellow Taoist?"

"No, the master's tin staff has just been repaired. The value of repairing the tin staff should be reflected, so I won't compete with the master."

"Amitabha, you evil beast."

"...?"