The people who came were indeed from the Fanyin Temple. There were probably hundreds of people on the huge lotus pedestal. The person in the lead was wearing a golden and red robe, with a compassionate face and unfathomable cultivation. He was Shikong's master, the abbot of the Fanyin Temple, Master Yuanzhen.
Shikong took a step forward and saluted as a disciple: "Greetings, Master."
Yuan Zhen closed his eyes and said nothing, chanting the Buddha's name. The dark-faced, broad-mouthed Yuanjie abbot behind him shouted, "Shi Kong, you colluded with evil spirits and harmed the human race. Do you know that you are wrong?"
The head of Yuanjie has always held the attitude that those who are not of our race must have different hearts towards the demon race, so Shikong did not want to talk to him: "Master, I will report this matter in detail."
Yuan Zhen finally spoke: "Shi Kong, the sect has already made a decision on this matter. Help the master to capture that evildoer. You made a mistake, and we will forgive you for it."
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