Too ruthless, I will become a group favorite in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 234 Heaven’s Cleaner Team

"Say! You two suspicious guys! Did you do it!"

Mu Mengmo stood up and said, "If we did it, with the style of your Xuanfa Sect and the aura of a monk, how could you not know?"

The female cultivator looked domineering, "You're right, then..." Liu Guang pointed at the crowd, "You can only make trouble."

"The immortal has been wronged! It's too late for us to offer sacrifices to the immortal in the future! How dare you harm him!"

"Hmph! I've seen a lot of people biting people and dogs biting dogs. I believe what you said, so how do you explain the death of three children in two days! Is it possible that there are still monks who are idle and doing nothing to oppose our Xuanfa Sect!"

"Senior Sister..." Junior Brother said with a bitter face, "Senior Sister said, don't make troubles when you come out to do missions, you want to go back to the sect to make trouble, it's just three children, it's normal."

"Normal shit!"

The female cultivator waved her hand and slapped her, "When do I need your guidance on what to say and what to do! You're so close to saying that I'm making trouble for no reason, don't kill me!"

The junior brother covered his face, not surprised at all, and said aggrievedly, "Senior sister, I didn't mean that..."

"I am Jindan and you are Jianji, what are you called Senior Sister! Call me Uncle Senior!"

"Yes... Uncle Master..."

"I'm really embarrassing you! I'll settle your account later, get out of the way first!"

The female cultivator traced the origin, and a candy that was almost melting suddenly floated in the corner of the water tank.

The nun stretched out her hand in disgust, and picked up a thin silk thread. The other end of the thread was candy. She pulled it up again, and the other end of the thread broke on the roof.

Both silk threads were held in her hands, the female cultivator looked up at the roof, then turned to look at the crowd, and smiled, "You still tell me that he died by accident?"

"..."

There was a moment of silence among the crowd, followed by howling.

The boy's parents knelt down and wailed, "My son! Who is it that hurts you so cruelly!"

"Okay! Find the culprit and then cry! It's so noisy!"

The fear of immortals makes parents of children who are suffering from the pain of losing their children subconsciously keep silent.

Mu Mengmo stepped forward in two or three steps, extracted the breath from the roof, and used the traceback beads.

Suddenly, a scene appeared in midair.

The child in the room was licking the candy, and the sweet taste made him squint his eyes in satisfaction. He was extremely happy, and there was a thin silk thread looming in the air.

Until the angle of view moves up, there are a pair of evil eyes on the roof. With a slight movement of the fingers, the silk thread immediately drives the candy to fly into the water tank.

The nun flicked her fingers, and the perspective of the scene suddenly widened.

Outside the window, a tall figure loomed, until the child fell into the water tank as they expected, and the figure outside the window walked away.

Obviously, if the child does not follow the candy into the water tank, what is waiting for him is the pusher behind him.

The scene disappeared, and the child's parents cried again, "Who is it! Who killed my child!"

A child who is about to become a fairy, who dares to harm them!

What are they planning!

At this moment, Chen Xing finally came to his senses, but he stayed here for so long, he was not even as good as a female cultivator Lin Fan who had just arrived.

The female cultivator's sensitivity to these things is astonishing.

The nun walked towards the crowd step by step, "It's very simple, is it because of jealousy, or hatred?"

The female cultivator easily picked out the two of them in the crowd.

Those are two people who are no strangers to Chen Xing and Mu Mengmo.

Bald bums and tall bums.

The two of them were lying on the ground at this moment, and any words of justification seemed pale.

"Tell me! Why did you two kill those children!"

The two people on the ground did not speak. The crowd was already extremely angry. The female cultivator glanced at her and said, "Did I let you speak?"

The crowd stared at the two people on the ground with resentful eyes.

The tall man raised his head, but unexpectedly, there was no fear in it, only madness.

"Immortal! You are so wise and mighty! Why don't you go find that juggler, and ask what that ten-year-old child did! Not only are we jealous! Even the children are jealous!"

"For the same person who tested his spiritual roots that day, his playmates can be immortals, but they are still as humble as his parents! Just ask them!"

In the crowd, a thin man and a familiar ten-year-old child suddenly became panicked.

"No...we didn't..."

Needless to say, they were pushed over by the spell, and the child knelt on the ground, crying with snot and tears, and his face was still bruised and swollen, "I was not careful! I have already been beaten by my parents! What else do you want! I already know I was wrong! I just made a bet with him on who can climb faster, I didn't mean it!"

Jugglers are also called injustice, "I'm just supporting my family! Every day I breathe fire, swallow swords and hit my chest with heavy hammers! What can others do if they see it and want to learn from me!"

Everyone complained that they were wronged, except for the tall man and the bald gangster who remained silent and squinted their eyes, as if they had put life and death behind them.

This is very strange.

They were just mortals. The female cultivators saw only mortals who were terrified of them and knelt down to worship them. She had never treated them like this.

"What do you say?"

The bald ruffian spoke slowly, "Sprinkle water on the roof. In this weather, it will soon be covered with a layer of frost, and it is easy to slip and fall. The boy who comes to juggling every day will become a fairy. As long as the juggling If the artist speaks a little bit and gives some guidance, coupled with the flattery and flattery of the people in the past two days, the attitude is different from the past, and when he goes back, the boy will think that he has become a fairy in advance, and he really thinks that he is invulnerable."

"Everyone is human. It's so difficult to kill three children. Even the parents of the child in front of them can't tell who gave the candy, because there are too many people who gave gifts."

The bald ruffian said, "Ask yourself, which one of us didn't test the spiritual root in the past? Which one of us in the past, in our life, didn't kill anyone because of jealousy?"

The crowd immediately exploded, "You are talking nonsense! We have never done this!"

"You villains! That's a future immortal! How could you do this!"

"What kind of fairy!" The tall man said fiercely, "Which of these three children did not grow up under our watch! We don't know what they are capable of! Everyone is human! Just because of the extra root of Lao Shizi, they once again If we return to Qiming City, we will be able to be superior to others, so we will bow down to them! They can do whatever they want, why can’t we! Since God is not fair, why don’t we make them fair by ourselves!”

The truth seems to be very simple, just because of jealousy.

But at this time, Chen Xing closed his eyes, walked out slowly, and pointed out a dozen people in the crowd. The pointed out dozen of people were stunned for a moment, looking at each other, all flustered and short of breath.

The result seems obvious.

Chen Xing said, "For more than a month, they chatted and drank every night, bullied men and women, and whenever they drank too much, they would call themselves cleaners and defenders of heaven."

"...I didn't understand it at first, thinking it was just a bunch of drunks talking nonsense, but now... I understand everything."

A dozen people knelt down, but this time they didn't have the integrity of the bald gangster and the tall guy, they all pissed themselves off.

The age gap of these people is extremely large, ranging from 50 to [-] years old.

"It's none of my business! I haven't hurt anyone this year!"

The tall ruffian said coldly, "Ten years ago, you said that you had a feud with him. If his daughter went to cultivate immortality, you would have to die! So you came to me and we killed his daughter together!"

The man collapsed to the ground.

One after another, with various reasons, the heart of the poor will never die.

What's more, there is no reason at all.

"What are you doing?" the female cultivator asked the tall man.

The tall man is not afraid of death, "I have been smart since I was a child, but that fool with a runny nose in the village has spiritual roots! When he came back ten years ago, he was like a real fairy! If I had Linggen, I must be stronger than him! How can those bastards cultivate immortals!"

"What about you?" the nun asked the bald ruffian.

The bald ruffian slowly pulled out a smile, showing his yellow teeth, "Immortal, every time I see you, I have to kneel and worship you. This is the kind of immortal. For decades, villains can kill piles and piles. Immortals are still immortals like you, and you can't escape being deceived by villains... This kind of feeling... This feeling is really happy like a fairy! Hahahahaha..."

……

　If we really live in that world but don't have spiritual roots, there will always be some people who don't kneel down and worship monks whenever they see them.

　　So I boldly speculate that this kind of thing is entirely possible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)