The Monk

Chapter 340 Greedy

I can't find anyone, I can't find my way, I don't know where I'm going. The little pig and kitten stayed by his side obediently, and rarely bullied or laughed at him. Zhang was afraid that his heart was depressed, and he screamed in the sky, the roar was high-pitched and sad. After venting for a quarter of an hour, he took the cat and pig back to the flooded area. God forbids killing, so just do good things.

There were two floods, one in the upper reaches of the Ning River and one in the lower reaches. The lower reaches suffered greater losses. The fertile fields on both sides of the river had turned into muddy puddles. Most of the crops were washed down by the water, and there were many dead bodies of chickens, ducks and other livestock on the ground.

When the weather is still nice, take a drop of wood spirit and condense it into a large water ball. After blending with the wood spirit, the water ball will be pushed high into the sky and explode. Thousands of raindrops will fall down and disappear in an instant. With the help of the wood-attribute spiritual energy that helps all things grow, this place immediately becomes full of vitality, and the spiritual energy is flowing everywhere.

Along the way, I gave them life elixirs to injured people; I gave appropriate amounts of gold, silver, rice, fruits, meat and vegetables to those whose homes were damaged. I couldn't bear to fly in front of the victims, so I walked slowly in all directions. It took a full day to complete the simple rescue work on the river bank. He didn't rest at night and went to the other side to continue his work. After finishing my work downstream, I went upstream to continue the same thing.

After three days and two nights, the rescue was finally completed simply. Zhang was afraid but didn't feel any joy at all. For the first time, he felt that his personal power was extremely insignificant. No matter how great his magical power was, no matter how high his cultivation level was, what would it matter? Instead of destroying things more conveniently, can you erect a thousand houses and cultivate tens of thousands of acres of fertile farmland at once? Zhang was afraid that he would not be able to do it. Looking back on the spells he had learned, none of them were helpful to people's lives. Thinking about it, this should be the case. With the great supernatural power of Buddhists, you still have to grow crops by yourself. No one can conjure food out of thin air.

Fortunately, his hard work was not in vain. Countless people on both sides of the Ninghe River called him a Buddha and a good man who helped the world. The pigs and kittens were upgraded to become mythical beasts. For three days and two nights, a handsome young man with a pet pig and cat in coarse cloth became the most popular person in the two flood-affected areas of Ninghe River in southern Vietnam. Everyone praised him for his goodness and kindness, but this also made him He became even more angry at the three bastards who caused the trouble.

After all this work, Zhang Fei was sitting in a daze on a tall tree. He wanted to find those two bastards. It didn't matter whether these bastards were dead or alive, practiced or not, it was even better to die.

He was angry that others caused trouble because of greed, but his actions attracted more greedy people. Cultivators are sensitive to spiritual energy, and it can be said that spiritual energy is their first priority. In order to restore the vitality of all things, Zhang Ai released hundreds of drops of wood spirit essence and turned two flood-damaged areas into livable homes rich in spiritual energy, which also attracted many people. Cultivator.

While Zhang Ai was in a daze, three groups of people flew through the air, looking for the source of spiritual energy. Of course they couldn't be found, but these people didn't give up, and some got used to it and went to question the people. How do ordinary people know these things? I honestly don’t know. After all, these people were Yue monks and did not bully the people of the same country; but they could not find the source but refused to leave. Such a strong aura was of course the best place to practice. They chose a few relatively clean houses as their own and drove the people away. . It's pity that ordinary people are sad and happy again.

They didn't just live in one room. For fear that the villagers would disturb their practice, they had to drive out the entire village and divide the area with magic arrays. Three groups of more than a dozen people divided more than a dozen places in the flood-stricken area and set up more than a dozen magic circles. The suffering people were once again homeless.

Zhang Ai has been paying attention to the development of the matter. He originally thought that these monks would leave if they could not find the source of the spiritual energy. Unexpectedly, the people who left were the people who were born and raised here. The heart that was angered by the three bastards boiled instantly, and he shouted to the sky: "Get out of here!"

These monks, whose cultivation level was lower than that of Zhang Wei, heard the whistle and searched with their spiritual consciousness. After searching for a long time, they could not find out who was shouting. Some people thought that one of them was deliberately making a bad move to occupy the spiritual land, so they ignored it. Others are following suit. If you don't leave, I won't leave either. Let's see who is doing the trick and see who can persist to the end.

Zhang Weijing's anger reached its peak, and he couldn't say anything in anger. His figure shook like a ghost and flew toward a dozen monks. His attack was a life-threatening attack. In less than a quarter of an hour, more than a dozen monks from the north, south, and east were all killed. Get the bodies together and let the piggy burn it, the bastard shouldn't be in this world!

But just after killing these people, another person came over there. The attraction of the rich spiritual energy to cultivators is fatal. Zhang was so angry that he laughed wildly and cursed: "This is a monk who doesn't care about the life and death of the people. What the hell are you practicing?" He raised his divine sword and roared to the world: "Can fly?" Get out of here, otherwise don’t blame me for being ruthless with my sword.”

When there were more people, there were always those who did not believe in evil. Among the few people who came one after another, someone jumped out and shouted back: "I am a disciple of the Wuliang Sect of the Song Dynasty. I dare to ask where my master is from and where the immortals live. This place is quite big. How can fellow Taoist people live there alone?”

"Hahahahahaha." Zhang Ain looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. Today he was really angry, even going crazy. Even the monks from the Song Dynasty came to join in the fun. The transparent wings behind him spread lightly, and the whole person flew towards the speaker like lightning. man of. Dozens of miles away, the air flickered and figures flashed, and a disciple of the Wuliang Sect was pierced to death by the Fushen Sword.

Zhang was afraid that he would no longer be in the mood to remind these greedy bastards, so he refused to leave? If you come, I will kill one! With his wings fully spread, he ran around and looked around, only to feel the gentle breeze blowing in the air. Several monks all died in this breeze. Even Zhang Aifeng was not seen. They were already dead.

But there is no way to kill them all, greed is human nature. At this moment, more than a dozen monks flew in, most of them were disciples of the Demon Sect with low cultivation. Fortunately, the battle between the four major demon sects and the Yuling Sect damaged their roots, and all the disciples were unable to retreat, and no one from them was involved.

Zhang Wen ignored these, his eyes were blood red and looked like crazy, and he slaughtered all the incoming people with one sword. No matter who you are, no matter whether you are a good or bad person, and no matter whether you pose a threat to the lives of the victims, as long as you come here, I will kill you.

In just half an hour, Zhang was afraid of killing one hundred and thirty-seven people with his sword. The cultivators who came from behind finally realized that something was wrong. They retreated all the way and stopped coming. They wanted to leave but were reluctant to leave, so they all watched from a distance.

When those who are alert see the kittens and piglets, they suddenly think of a person, the relic of Tianlei Mountain. During the exchange, someone said loudly: "Qingliu from the Changsheng Sect has met fellow Taoist Tianleishan."

At this time, Zhang Ai was standing proudly between heaven and earth with his sword. Nearly a hundred people gathered in the distance, but no one dared to come forward. He was finally majestic for once, just like he imagined, he scared away millions of soldiers with one sword, but he was unhappy and even felt sad. This is a cultivator, this is my practice and my pursuit?