The Monk

Chapter 364 Rumors

Bu Kong wanted to persuade him again, but then he thought that Zhang Wen was right, those people would leave if they couldn't dig anything, so he kept silent. But they never expected that ordinary people would suffer unprovoked disasters because of their carelessness.

Less than half an hour after Bu Kong spoke, the ground surface suddenly rumbled and trembled. After a while, dust more than ten meters high was seen rising in the distance, and miserable screams could be faintly heard. Fu Kong's expression changed: "Something happened." The figure disappeared in a flash.

Zhang was afraid that he also realized something was wrong, so he spread his wings and flew to the place of the accident, regardless of hiding his aura.

The matter is easy to understand. The news that two spiritual places appeared and disappeared mysteriously near Ninghe spread throughout the Eastern Continent, causing a commotion. The commotion finally subsided, but rumors started again. Some people rumored that strange treasures appeared when the earth appeared strangely. Once again, a large number of cultivators were attracted to hunt for treasures. These people were tossing back and forth but failed to discover it. Some monks were too cautious and thought that the treasure might be hidden deep underground, otherwise it would not be possible to emit surging spiritual energy for more than ten days, so they dug holes to search for it.

If one person digs a hole, everyone will follow suit. A cultivator will not escape from the earth, but it is no problem to dig a few holes. A group of people worked together and dug out a large piece of brand new land in less than half an hour. They have storage bags, so they don't have to pour the soil back and forth, so they are naturally faster. Some people are even lazy and throw charms to blast away the thick soil.

These people, each digging their own thing, can easily bump into each other and inadvertently hollow out a village. The village is not big, with dozens of households and more than 200 people living in it. They are the lucky ones who survived the flood, but this time good luck did not accompany them. The hollowed-out village sank completely. There was a loud boom and smoke filled the sky, and the village disappeared. The people who were lucky enough not to fall into the caves panicked and shouted for help. People whose villages sank were groaning with serious injuries or screaming with minor injuries, but more people died silently without making a sound.

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

Zhang Awei didn't see these when he came. He only saw Bu Kong frantically searching for living people in the collapsed cave. The cultivators buried deep in the cave had already flown to the ground to watch the fun. Fu Kong shouted to Zhang Awei: " Still not helping?”

Looking at the dozens of cultivators gathered at the edge of the cave, his consciousness realized that there were many people coming towards this direction in the distance. Zhang Weijing, with a gloomy face and without saying a word, jumped into the cave to save people.

The cave was so deep and huge that Zhang Ping and Fu Kong tried their best to search and rescue only twenty-six people, most of whom were dying. There were still a few people kneeling and wailing beside the cave. They were sitting around the village, thus saving their lives.

Standing outside were a group of cultivation masters who were usually aloof, but now looked indifferent.

At this time, Zhang Tianfang and Fang Jian arrived. Zhang Weifang took out a bottle of life pill and threw it to Fang Jian: "Take care of them." He stood up and walked to the group of cultivators. He looked at them one by one and asked coldly: "Who is it?" Digging it?”

More and more cultivators gathered together, and soon more than 300 people came. It seemed that the rumors were quite powerful. Zhang Ping didn't know about the rumors about the birth of the strange treasure, but he knew that these more than 300 people had bad intentions.

A group of cultivators, ranging from the Foundation Establishment Stage to the Nascent Soul Stage, had just watched the excitement when the ground collapsed. They were curious to see a Buddhist monk and a monk rescuing ordinary people, but what they saw next shocked them. That monk took out a bottle of spiritual elixir and gave it to ordinary people. He was completely wasting things! Someone is planning to rob it. But before they took action, they saw the monk approaching and questioning everyone in a condescending manner.

Some monks couldn't see the depth of Zhang Weijing's cultivation, and sneered: "Who do you care who dug it?" Speaking of which, most of them dug for treasure, but in different places.

Zhang was afraid to take one look at him and remember his appearance, so he turned his gaze back to the more than 300 people and asked, "Who dug it?" He was already furious. Last time, three bastards stored water and killed many people, and now a group of bastards dug it. The cave killed more than two hundred people, just for the so-called treasures useful for spiritual practice. Is it okay to not care whether others live or die just for that little thing?

A steady monk walked out of the crowd and asked him: "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Zhang Ain smiled sinisterly: "Who am I, haha, who am I, who are you?"

"I am a disciple of the Qing Sect of the Great Song Dynasty..." Before he could finish his words, Zhang Wen stopped him and smiled at Fang Jian: "You are from the same sect, haha, you are from the same sect, and the Qing sect is really talented." There was endless anger in his words.

Fang Jian gave life pills to twenty-six people, threw away the medicine bottle, and said expressionlessly: "I left the house a long time ago, what does their business have to do with me?"

The man was stunned when he heard this, looked at Fang Jian carefully, and suddenly shouted: "Are you Fang Jian?"

Zhang Weijing locked his cold eyes on the Qing sect disciple. Just as he was about to say a few sarcastic words, three figures suddenly flashed in his mind. They were wearing similar clothes to him, couldn't they? I have doubts in my heart but I am not sure. As Fang Jian said, most monks in the world dress like this. Apart from the different colors, the styles cannot be distinguished clearly.

Zhang Wen laughed and let him go for the time being, then expanded the scope and asked more than 300 people: "You dig the ground and put ordinary people in danger, but you don't realize anything is wrong?"

Most cultivators are arrogant, especially high-level cultivators who don't care about ordinary things at all. Some people were dissatisfied with Zhang Ao's questioning and said in a cold voice: "Where is this wild boy from? I would like to advise you, don't think that having more pills is enough." Be an enemy to everyone in the world.”

"Oh? You are the people of the world, but the people who died in the cave because of you are not the people of the world?" Zhang Pa's voice became cold, and he was full of anger and ready to explode at any time.

A Yuanying cultivator slowly walked out of the crowd and asked with a wooden face: "From what you said, you plan to be enemies with us at the same time?"

Zhang Pa nodded and said: "If what you do harms the people here, then you can all stay."

This sentence made everyone laugh. The Yuanying cultivator said sarcastically with a mocking look on his face: "Are you saying that you three plus a little monk are going to keep all of us?"

While they were talking, the villagers who were working in the fields outside the village noticed that something had 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. After a while, they cried, shouted, sat or fell down in a mess.

Some cultivators thought these people were really noisy and shouted angrily: "Shut up." Some cultivators even took action directly, swept their sleeves at them, and several people rolled away, vomited blood and lay on the ground.

Zhang Pa had not expected that a monk would be so indifferent to the lives of the villagers. He laughed wildly and said three good words in a row: "Good, good, good." The figure flashed suddenly, coming and going faster than lightning, as if he just shook his body, and it seemed as if he had never moved. The monk who had just attacked the villagers with his sleeves suddenly fell down, and when he checked his breath, he was dead.