Monks

Chapter 360 Rumors

Bukong wanted to persuade him again, but after thinking about it, Zhang was afraid that what he said was right, those people would naturally leave if they couldn't find anything, so they kept silent. 26nbsp;But they didn't expect that because of their carelessness, ordinary people would suffer unprovoked disasters.

Less than half an hour after Bukong spoke, the ground suddenly rumbled and trembled, and after a while, dust was seen rising more than ten meters high in the distance, and a miserable cry was faintly heard.Bukong's face changed: "Something happened." The figure disappeared in a flash.

Zhang was afraid that something was wrong, so he spread his wings and flew to the scene of the accident, regardless of hiding his breath.

The matter is easy to understand. The incident of two spiritual lands appearing near the Ninghe River and disappearing mysteriously spread throughout the Eastern Continent, causing a commotion. After the clamor was finally subsided, rumors arose again. There were rumors that there were strange treasures appearing in the land. Once again, a large number of cultivators came to hunt for treasure.These people tossed back and forth but failed to find it. Some monks thought that the treasure might be hidden deep in the ground, otherwise it would not be possible to radiate turbulent spiritual energy for more than ten days, so they dug holes to search for it.

When one person digs a hole, everyone follows suit. Cultivators can't hide from the ground, but digging a few holes is still no problem. A group of people work together, and within half an hour they have dug a large piece of brand new land.They have storage bags, so they don't need to dump the soil back and forth, so the speed is naturally faster. Some people even throw a spell to explode the thick soil.

These people dug separately and could easily bump into each other and inadvertently hollow out a village.The village is small, with dozens of families living in more than 200 people. They are the lucky ones who survived the flood, but this time the good luck did not accompany them.The hollowed-out village sank, there was a loud bang, the sky was filled with smoke and dust, and the village disappeared.Fortunately, the people who did not fall into the cave panicked and called for help. The people who sank with the village either moaned with serious injuries or screamed with minor injuries, but more people died quietly without making a sound.

The entire village disappeared, and the commotion was too great, which attracted all the cultivators from upstream and downstream to gather to see what happened.Dozens of cultivators who were buried in the ground broke out with their shields, shouting bad luck and bad luck, without a hint of guilt on their faces. They never expected that more than 200 people would die or be injured because of them.

Zhang Ai didn't see these things when he came here, he only saw Bukong searching for living people in the submerged cave like crazy, the cultivators buried deep in the cave had already flown to the ground to watch the fun, Bukong shouted at Zhang Ai: " Still not helping?"

Looking at the dozens of cultivators gathered on the edge of the cave, his spiritual sense noticed that there were many people coming towards this side in the distance, so Zhang Ai jumped into the cave to save people with a gloomy face without saying a word.

The burrow was so deep and big that Zhang Fear and Bukong did their best to search and rescue only 26 people, most of whom were dying.There were still a few people kneeling and crying by the edge of the burrow. They were sitting around the village, so they saved their lives.

Outside stood a group of masters of cultivation who were usually aloof, but now looked indifferent.

At this time Zhang Tianfang and Fang Jian arrived, Zhang was afraid to 'touch' out a bottle of Life Pill and throw it to Fang Jian: "Take care of them." He got up, walked to the group of cultivators and stopped, looked at them one by one, and asked coldly: "Who dug it?"

More and more cultivators gathered, more than 300 people came in a while, it seems that the power of rumors is quite strong.Zhang was afraid that he would not know the rumors about the birth of Yibao, but he knew that the more than 300 people had no good intentions.

A group of cultivators from the Foundation Establishment Stage to the Nascent Soul Stage came from various realms. Just now, the ground collapsed to watch the excitement. They were curious to see a Buddhist priest and a monk rescue ordinary people, but they were shocked by what they saw next. That cultivator took out a bottle of panacea and gave it to ordinary people. It was a waste of things!Someone made up his mind to snatch it.But before he could make a move, he saw the cultivator approaching and questioning everyone in a high-handed posture.

Some monks couldn't see the depth of Zhang's cultivation, so they sneered and said, "Who do you care about digging?" Speaking of which, most of them have been digging for treasure, but the location is different.

Afraid Zhang looked at him and remembered his appearance, then turned his gaze back to the 300 people and asked, "Who dug it?" More than 200 people were killed, just for the so-called treasures that are beneficial to practice.Is it possible to ignore other people's life and death just because of that broken thing?

A stable monk came out of the crowd and asked him, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Zhang Ai smiled sinisterly: "Who am I, hehe, who am I, who are you?"

"I am a disciple of the Qing sect of the Great Song Dynasty..." Zhang Ai stopped him before he finished speaking, and smiled at Fang Jian: "You are from the same sect, haha, you are from the same sect, the Qing sect is really talented." The words reveal endless anger.

Fang Jian gave life pills to 26 people, threw the 'drug' bottle with his hands, and said with a blank expression: "I've been out of the Qing Dynasty for a long time, what do they have to do with me?"

The man was taken aback when he heard the words, looked at Fang Jian carefully, and suddenly called out, "Are you Fang Jian?"

Zhang was afraid to lock his cold eyes on the disciple of the Qing sect, and was about to say a few sarcastic words, when three figures suddenly flashed in his mind, they were very similar to his clothes, could it be?He was skeptical but not sure. As Fang Jian said, most of the monks in the world dress like this. Apart from the difference in color, the style can't be distinguished clearly.

Zhang was afraid to let him go with a chuckle, and expanded the scope, asking more than 300 people: "You dig the ground and put ordinary people in danger, but don't you think there is anything wrong with it?"

Most cultivators are arrogant, especially high-level cultivators who don't care about ordinary things. Some people are not satisfied with Zhang's questioning, so they say in a cold voice: "Where is the wild boy? I advise you, don't think that there are many pills. Then you can become an enemy of the world."

"Oh? You are the people of the world, so the people in the cave who died because of you are not the people of the world?" Zhang feared that his voice would become dark and cold, and he was full of anger and ready to explode at any time.

A Nascent Soul cultivator slowly walked out of the crowd, and asked with a wooden face: "Listening to the meaning of the words of the fellow Taoist, are you going to be our enemy at the same time?"

Zhang Ai nodded and said: "If what you do harms the people here, then you should stay."

One sentence made everyone laugh, and the Nascent Soul cultivator sneered with a sneer on his face: "You mean to keep all of us with the three of you plus a little monk?"

When they were talking, the villagers working in the farmland outside the village noticed what happened in the village and rushed back one after another. When they saw the tragic scene in the village, they were so sad and angry that they couldn't speak for a while, and they cried or shouted or sat down or fell into chaos after a while. into a ball.

Some cultivators felt that these people were really noisy, and shouted angrily: "Shut up." Some monks directly touched them, swept their sleeves at them, and several people rolled away, vomiting blood and lying on the ground.

Zhang was afraid that there would be monks who didn't care about the lives of the villagers so much, so he laughed wildly and said three good words: "Okay, okay, okay." The lower body seemed to have never moved, and the monk who had just swung his sleeves and attacked the villagers suddenly fell down, checked his breath, and found that he was dead.