In the forbidden area, Qin Cheng also picked the pure black spirit fruit produced on the vine, but even the divine eyes and the Tianming Eye could not see what was inside through the skin.

After walking out of the restricted area, Qin Cheng put the black spirit fruit into the storage bag and then began to walk out.

Along the way, many monks saw Qin Cheng with strange eyes and whispered in a low voice.

Qin Cheng was covered in black air. It was difficult to keep a low profile in this way.

Moreover, after Qiu Zuo spared no effort to promote the past two days, almost no one on Wudao Mountain did not know about Qincheng.

In this place where the action is strictly prohibited, four people were killed and more than ten monks were seriously injured.

Just thinking about it shocked many monks.

Of course, some people heard the sound from Qin Cheng, thinking that this matter was not that simple.

However, the mainstream voice still felt that Qin Cheng had indeed killed someone, otherwise Qiu Zuo would have exposed himself after he went out.

Moreover, Qin Cheng stopped in two days after shouting those two voices, which also gave some monks a sense of guilt.

Qin Cheng had already expected everyone's attention and didn't care much about it.

"Young Master Qin."

Not long after leaving, Chu Ting, Zhang Jingxiu, Song Yue, Feng Qingbo and others all came over when they saw Qin Cheng, with obvious worries on their faces.

"How are you feeling about Wudao Mountain this time?" Qin Cheng said with a smile.

"Qin Yaozun, when is it now? You still have the heart to care about us." Feng Qingbo said with a wry smile.

"I only heard Chu Ting say later that you were harassed by Qiu Zuo and others. If I had known this, our three states would not have let them succeed together."

"Yes, Master, you should have contacted us at the beginning and destroyed Qiu Zuo and others. If the law does not punish the public, I don't believe it. Several major forces dare to kill us." Song Yue also said in grief.

"I learned that you were bullied by Qiu Zuo and others, I originally wanted to beat them up and cut Qiu Zuo's tongue off. But Sister Chu Ting kept stopping me and said that this is what you meant, so we should not act rashly."

Speaking of this, Song Yue's eyes were a little red.

"Chu Ting is right, it's really what I mean. Just concentrate on enlightenment, there is no need to waste this rare opportunity." Qin Cheng smiled and rubbed Song Yue's head.

It’s not in vain that my disciple was taught. It can be seen that Song Yue really has the intention to do it, but his idea is a bit terrible.

If several states join forces, will the law not punish the masses?

It really seems that the rules for millions of years are so easy to break.

In the past, there were only dozens of friends who were implicated.

"Young Master Qin, Qiu Zuo said that you killed his people, this must be fake." Zhang Jingxiu said.

"You can't kill people in Wudao Mountain, I..."

Qin Cheng was talking when suddenly a sound of music sounded in the mountains and forests behind him.

This music is melodious and sad, with a sense of sadness and sorrow. It is the sound of a monk from the Jiuzhou Lu who fell and disappeared, and then he would play at the funeral.

Not only Qin Cheng and others, but many people around him also stopped and turned their heads in confusion.

What is the name of playing the mourning song in Wudao Mountain?

Just deep in the mountains and forests, a group of monks dressed in plain vermicelli, which was particularly conspicuous.

They all looked sad, not only playing sad music, but also making several sobs from time to time.

At the front, Qiu Zuo was crying and crying. At this time, he was covered in white clothes and had white belts tied on his head. Behind everyone, there were four black lacquer coffins, supported by eight monks on their shoulders.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, Fellow Daoist Liu... You died so miserably. You are a scumbag, Qincheng, openly committing murder in the land of enlightenment, killing our genius in Jiuzhou, losing all the consciences, and both humans and gods are angry!"

Qiu Zuo cried loudly and shouted to the sky. There was even a monk next to him who kept scattering paper money into the sky, revealing the scene of carrying the coffin and burying it to the extreme.

"Qiu Zuo, this bastard, is going all the way outside and showing everyone to everyone, and forcing those strong people to kill you!"


Chapter completed!