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

The night was so dark that it made people uncomfortable.

Inside the house.

Lin Fan sat expressionlessly at the table, with the axe on the table. What happened during the day had a great impact on him. Ma Sanbao killed his own mother and robbed her money without even looking at it, and went to gamble.

This kind of person has reached the point where it is intolerable to heaven, and even the saints of heaven and earth cannot save him.

He took the body of the old lady out of the town and buried it.

Standing in front of her simple tombstone for a long time.

Finally, he turned around and left without saying a word.

"Huh..."

Exhaled.

Get up, take off the Taoist robe on his body, then fold it neatly, put it on the bed, open the bundle, and there is a black nightgown inside. This dress is a unique costume of the Taoist temple. After special processing, there are no extra wrinkles and decorations. The cuffs and trouser legs are tightly tied for easy movement.

Pick up the axe and touch the axe blade. After grinding, it always maintains its sharpness.

This axe has always been used to chop wood, but in his opinion, since he killed his master with this axe, the meaning of this axe has changed dramatically.

As a Taoist priest, the skills he learned must be used to slay demons and monsters, not to kill ordinary people with his skills.

Therefore, he held back during the day.

Pushing the door, the evening wind whistled, looking up at the night, it was indeed a good time to act when the moon was dark and the wind was high.

Closing the door, going away, gradually disappearing into the darkness.

…

Street.

A figure staggered, humming a little song, and walked leisurely towards home.

Ma Sanbao was in a good mood. He didn't expect that his luck in the second half of the day would be so good. He couldn't say that he killed everyone, but he won so much that his mouth was crooked.

"Old man, I asked you to give me money but you didn't give it. You deserve to be beaten to death."

Cursing.

He didn't have the slightest regret, not even a little sadness.

He still thought he could win money, it must be that his mother died, and his bad luck also dissipated.

The screams of women and the dull voices of men came from the surrounding houses, which made him restless and itchy, and he roared to the side.

"What are you yelling, if you yell again, I will break in and fight with you."

Then, there was a curse back.

"Haha..." Ma Sanbao laughed, "Grandpa is in a good mood today, I won't argue with you.

After a long walk, he arrived at the location of his home. Through the paper window, it was pitch black. When he came back in the past, there was light at home, and the old guy would sit on the chair at the door waiting for him to come back.

Would say to him.

'Son, mother left food for you, you can eat it before going to sleep.'

In response, he would only say one sentence.

'The dog won't eat what you left, I am eating fish and meat outside, who will eat the leftovers.'

Pushing the door, the house was pitch black.

"Damn it. "Ma Sanbao cursed and fumbled, walked to the table, found the oil lamp, took out the fire starter, blew on it to make a fire, and lit the wick.

As the light ignited.

"Ah..."

Ma Sanbao exclaimed, and when the darkness receded, a figure was right beside the table, which frightened him so much that he stepped back repeatedly. Just as he was about to pick up something, he saw the face of the black shadow and couldn't help but get furious.

"Stinky Taoist, why are you here?"

He just felt that this stinky Taoist was really haunting.

Seeing it twice in one day was really unlucky.

"You're back, full of alcohol, and drank a lot of wine. Is it because you feel guilty for killing your own mother?" Lin Fan sat at the table with a calm tone.

His eyes were not like the one when he was wearing a Taoist robe, but were cold and cold, like an ice cellar, without any emotion.

"Bullshit, I won money, and I have to drink when I have money. "Ma Sanbao cursed, picked up the wooden stick at the door, ready to beat the other person to death at any time.

Lin Fan stretched out his finger, gently wiped the table, raised his finger to him, "Look how clean this table is, I have always loved cleanliness, but I can never be as clean as this."

Standing up, Ma Sanbao was frightened and took another step back, but saw that the stinky Taoist priest did not walk towards him, but walked to the bed and touched the folded bedding, "Look how clean this bedding is, although it is patched, but these patching, in my eyes, contains the love of an old man for his children. "

"Oh, by the way, you know the Inn of the Next Life, that inn is really not clean, the floor is dirty, and the bedding is even dirtier. It is simply uncomfortable to spend money, but some people can live well without spending money, but they have to make it uncomfortable. Do you think he has a problem with his brain? "

Lin Fan pointed at his head, his mouth curled up, his eyes still without emotion.

Ma Sanbao's drunkenness dissipated, and his heart beat a little faster.

"Smelly Taoist, what do you want to do?"

"No, no, look at my clothes, do you think I am a Taoist now?"

"You..."

Lin Fan interrupted him, "If you are a Taoist, you must care about the people, take killing demons and monsters as your duty, and never use magic to treat ordinary people. Everything must be reasonable and reasonable. Unfortunately, I am not practicing enough and cannot do it, so I can only change clothes and communicate with you as an ordinary person. "

"What do you want to say?" Ma Sanbao was completely impatient, holding the stick tightly, and his appearance became ferocious.

Lin Fan smiled, pulled out the axe on his waist, swung it twice casually, and said to himself, "This axe was originally a wood-chopping axe, but my master went astray and was in agony, so he asked me and my senior brother to kill him, so the meaning of this axe changed. It is no longer an ordinary axe, but a righteous axe recognized by my master."

Ma Sanbao felt that the stinky Taoist priest in front of him was very sick, "What do you want to do? I tell you, I am Mr. Huang's private soldier. If you go crazy with me again, I will not let you leave Huanglang Town."

"What for?" Lin Fan laughed, then his eyes were sharp, and a low voice burst out, "Of course, I will chop you to death, this unfaithful and unfilial thing."

After speaking, he swung the axe and chopped towards Ma Sanbao.

"Looking for death." Seeing that the stinky Taoist priest was really coming, Ma Sanbao was naturally not afraid at all. As Mr. Huang's private soldier, he naturally had martial arts skills. It was no problem for him to deal with three or four people. What was there to fear about this thin and stinky Taoist priest in front of him?

Split Huashan with force.

Ma Sanbao blocked with a stick.

Crack!

Broken in two

"Ah..."

Ma Sanbao was shocked. The opponent was holding an axe, and he was holding a stick. How could he block it?

Then he was kicked in the heart, and a sharp pain swept over him. Before he could come to his senses, he looked up and his pupils shrank. The axe came again. He was shocked and raised his hand to block it.

Puff!

Lin Fan chopped off the opponent's arm with an axe, and the broken arm fell, and blood splattered all over the ground. He touched his face and accidentally got sprayed with some.

Looking at Ma Sanbao, who was lying on the ground in agony, the angle of his mouth was higher.

"No, no." Ma Sanbao's face was twisted, fear and pain alternated. He stood up with difficulty and wanted to run out of the house, but in an instant, he felt that his right leg seemed to lose consciousness. He looked down and saw that his calf was separated and also cut off.

Snap!

He fell to the ground.

"Master, I was wrong, I was really wrong."

Ma Sanbao relied on his only remaining hand to climb out, grab the door sill, and wanted to hide in the darkness outside, as if that was the safest place.

"No, you don't know you are wrong, you know you are going to die." Lin Fan said faintly.

Ma Sanbao kept looking back in fear. The stinky Taoist holding an axe was staring at him with a teasing look, and even slowly approached him step by step.

I want to run.

I want to live.

"Help..."

Before he could shout the word help.

A hand grabbed his ankle and dragged him into the house.

"No..."

Ma Sanbao reached out to grab the darkness outside, and the hope in his eyes quickly dissipated.

Bang!

The door closed, the darkness outside dissipated, and only the light inside the house enveloped him.