Volume 1 Chapter 364 Rumors

Chapter 364 Rumors

Bukong wanted to persuade them again, but then he thought that Zhang Pa was right. Those people would leave if they couldn't dig anything, so he kept silent. But he didn't expect that because of their carelessness, ordinary people would suffer an unprovoked disaster.

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

Zhang Pa also found something wrong, and he didn't care about hiding his breath, and flew to the scene of the accident.

The matter was easy to figure out. The news that two spiritual places appeared near Ninghe and disappeared strangely spread throughout the East Continent, causing a commotion. After the commotion subsided, rumors started again. Some people said that when the ground was abnormal, there was a strange treasure, which attracted a large number of cultivators to come to search for treasure again. These people tossed back and forth but didn't find anything. Some cultivators were more cautious and thought that the treasure might be hidden deep underground, otherwise it would be impossible for it to emit surging spiritual energy for more than ten consecutive days, so they dug a hole to look for it.

One person dug a hole, and everyone followed to learn. Cultivators can't escape underground, but digging a few holes is no problem. A group of people worked together and dug out a large piece of new land in less than half an hour. They had storage bags, so they didn't need to pour soil back and forth, so the speed was naturally faster. Some people even threw spells to blast the thick soil out of laziness.

These people dug their own, and it was easy to bump into each other, and accidentally hollowed out a village. The village was not big, with dozens of families and more than 200 people living there. They were lucky people who survived the flood by chance, but this time good luck didn't accompany them again. The hollowed-out village sank completely, with a loud bang, smoke and dust all over the sky, and the village disappeared. The people who were lucky enough not to fall into the cave shouted for help in panic, and the people who sank with the village were either seriously injured and groaning, or slightly injured and screaming, but more people died quietly without making a sound.

The whole village disappeared, and the noise was so loud that all the cultivators from upstream and downstream gathered to see what happened. Dozens of cultivators buried underground broke out of the ground with their shields, shouting that they were unlucky and had no guilt on their faces. They had never expected that more than 200 people would be killed or injured because of them.

Zhang Pa didn't see these when he came. He only saw Bukong searching for living people in the collapsed cave like crazy. The cultivators buried deep in the cave had already flown to the ground to watch the excitement. Bukong shouted to Zhang Pa: "Why don't you help?"

Looking at the dozens of cultivators gathered at the edge of the cave, his spiritual sense found that there were still many people rushing towards this side in the distance. Zhang Pa jumped into the cave with a gloomy face and said nothing to save people.

The cave was so deep and big. Zhang Pa and Bukong tried their best to rescue but only saved 26 people, most of whom were dying. There were also a few people kneeling by the cave crying. They sat idly by the village, so they kept their lives.

Outside stood a group of cultivators who were usually high and mighty but now looked indifferent.

At this time, Zhang Tianfang and Fang Jian arrived. Zhang Pa took out a bottle of life pill and threw it to Fang Jian: "Take care of them." He stood up and walked in front of the group of cultivators, looked at them coldly, and asked coldly: "Who dug it?"

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

A group of cultivators from the foundation-building stage to the Nascent Soul stage came to watch the fun just now when the ground collapsed. They were curious to see a Buddhist and a cultivator rescuing ordinary people, but what they saw next shocked them. The cultivator took out a bottle of elixir for ordinary people to take. It was basically a waste of things! Someone was planning to rob it. But before they did anything, they saw the cultivator approaching and questioning everyone in a high-handed manner.

One cultivator couldn't tell the depth of Zhang Pa's cultivation, and sneered, "Who do you care who dug it?" In fact, most of them had dug the ground to find treasures, but in different places.

Zhang Pa looked at him and remembered his appearance, and turned his eyes back to the more than 300 people to ask, "Who dug it?" He was already furious. Last time, three bastards stored water and killed many people, and now a group of bastards dug a hole and killed more than 200 people, just for the so-called treasure that is beneficial to cultivation. Can you ignore the lives of others for that little thing?

A steady cultivator walked out of the crowd and asked him, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Zhang Pa smiled grimly, "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 finished speaking, he was stopped by Zhang Pa, and smiled at Fang Jian, "You are from the same sect, haha, you are from the same sect, Qing Sect really produces talents." Endless anger was revealed in his words.

Fang Jian gave the life pill to 26 people, threw the medicine bottle away, and said expressionlessly: "I left Qingmen a long time ago, what do their affairs have to do with me?"

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

Zhang Pa locked his cold eyes on the Qingmen disciple. Just as he was about to say a few sarcastic words, three figures suddenly flashed in his mind. They were wearing clothes very similar to his. Could it be? He was suspicious but not sure. As Fang Jian said, most cultivators in the world dressed like this. Except for the different colors, the styles could not be distinguished so clearly.

Zhang Pa laughed and let him go for the time being. He expanded the scope and asked more than 300 people: "You dug the ground and put ordinary people in danger, but you don't think there is anything wrong?"

Most cultivators are arrogant, especially high-level cultivators who don't care about ordinary things at all. Some people were dissatisfied with Zhang Pa's questioning and said in a cold voice: "Where did you come from, wild boy? I advise you not to think that you can be enemies with the world just because you have a lot of pills."

"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.