Several monks were talking at once, making excuses. The remaining twenty or thirty monks, though they hadn't expressed their opinions, were clearly expressing the same sentiments as those monks, judging by their silence. Master Qi was furious.
The situation was dangerous last night, and it was no wonder that these monks were fleeing for their lives even more desperately than they were.
But the situation is not dangerous now, yet they are still as cowardly as grandsons, and refuse to help save people even when asked!
They are so cowardly and yet they are still fighting ghosts and catching monsters. It would be almost as if the ghosts were beating them!
"If you don't rescue them, we'll go down and rescue them ourselves!"
Master Qi made a "Pooh" sound and turned to look at the crowd of people behind him.
"My fellow villagers, Miss Chen and Master Qiu fought a desperate battle with the evil spirits last night for the peace of the people of Furong Town. Now they are buried in a deep pit, and their lives are still unknown. Everyone, tell me, should we go and rescue them?"
"save!"
“We must save you!”
"If we don't save them, are we still human?"
"Well, if you want to save someone, all the able-bodied men should step forward... Why are you stepping forward? You just got married, have you given birth to a son? Go back, go back!"
Master Qi pushed back a tall and strong young man who had recently married and had no children. Then he looked at the crowd and shouted, "Those who don't have children at home are not allowed to go down to save people!"
Everyone knows what he meant by this: he is afraid that the inheritance of the incense will be cut off!
Because it is very dangerous under the blood pool, even if you go down alive, you may not be able to come up alive again.
Therefore, since you have decided to go down to rescue people, you must be prepared to never see the sun tomorrow.
But even so, more than 20 strong men quickly stood up.
Master Qi had someone bring a large bundle of hemp ropes and gave one to each person, who then tied the ropes tightly around their waists and gave the other end of the ropes to the people above to pull.
The people were like a big pot of boiling water, scalding a group of monks holding swords so much that their faces turned red and they became angry.
How dare a bunch of ignorant and foolish idiots slap them in the face like this!
A monk shouted at Master Qi, "Are you crazy? That's a blood pond! Not the pond in front of your house!"
"That's right! This blood pool exudes a strange aura. You're just ordinary people, without any cultivation. Going in will only lead to your death..."
Before he could finish his words, someone said "Pooh".
This was terrible. It was as if a spit switch was turned on. Balls of saliva flew over, hitting the hair, face, and body... Little Miss Qi brought another basket of rotten eggs and distributed them to everyone.
"Use this, use this! This stinks!"
So in addition to the clumps of saliva, there were also rotten eggs.
The nose was suddenly surrounded by a foul smell.
An old woman, clutching two rotten eggs, threw them at a middle-aged monk, cursing, "You ate my food, took my money, and even stole my ancestral red jade. You lied to us, saying you'd definitely catch that evil spirit, but now you're acting like a coward... You don't have the ability, so why are you so confident? Why are you lying to us?"
The monk who was hit said angrily, "You guys pushed those things on me. I didn't ask you for them. How can you say I cheated you? You are so unreasonable!"
"What a bunch of ignorant fools! How can we reason with them?" another monk said, drawing his sword and shouting at the crowd fiercely, "Stop it! If you don't stop, don't blame us for being rude!"
Unfortunately, his threat had no effect at all. Instead, it was like pouring hot oil on a flame. The people became even more angry. They threw spit, rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, broken shoes... whatever they could get their hands on.
The reason why there are hundreds of Xuanmen schools in the world is because there are evil spirits rampant in the world. The monks in the hundreds of Xuanmen schools will be sought after, praised, and respected by the people no matter where they go... They are the guardian gods in the hearts of the people.
When have you ever been spat on or had rotten eggs thrown at you?
More monks drew their swords in anger!
Just as the scene was about to turn into chaos, the sun above their heads was suddenly blocked by something. Everyone felt their vision suddenly darken, and then they heard the young man's cold laughter above their heads.
"As cultivators, you use your swords not to slay evil spirits, but instead you resort to violence in front of a bunch of powerless civilians. You are truly unworthy!"
There was undisguised sarcasm in his voice.
All the monks, including the common people, looked up at the same time and saw a giant bird perched above their heads, with more than ten monks standing in two rows on the bird's back.
Standing in the front center was a young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was a little thin, with delicate features and a pale complexion, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. However, his eyes were very cold, and he glanced at the group of monks with disdain and contempt.
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