"Kunlunfang?"

Sanquezi shook his head and said softly:

"This name is not good, you are afraid that there is a sect called Kunlun Sect in the 33 sects of the Immortal Alliance. It is larger in size and stronger than our local Moshuang Mountain.

This is afraid that it will be a taboo, and it will be not good to be caught by someone who is interested.

Let's change the name."

“Not changing.”

Jiang Xia was in a bad mood now, so he said casually:

"This name is meaningful to me, reminding me not to forget something. The monk called Kunlun. Could it be that my Fanchen Shop is so amazing?"

"what ever."

Sanquezi no longer persuaded him.

The Immortal Alliance has regulations that monks are not allowed to intervene in the mortal world. In Jiangxia, they will not involve the path of immortality. They call them Kunlunfang in Fengming Kingdom, just treat it as their own entertainment.

It is not a big deal to be 100,000 miles away from the Kunlun Sect near the northern border.

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"Master, you have to make the decision for your disciple!"

Sanquezi and Jiang Xia had a great time here and took the time to do business, but the scene was completely different at the Mining Pit No. 7.

The monks used their own methods to come to Pit No. 7 and were about to meet their disciples. Su and others who had received the order were driven out of the mine with guns.

I haven't seen each other for a few days, but these disciples no longer have the kind of elegance of monks and disciples.

They were stripped of their shirts and only had pairs of pants. Because of mining for many days, they were covered in dust and some were spoiled. They could not bear such coolies, and their hands were calloused.

Everyone is miserable like a beggar, with disheveled hair.

As soon as I left the mine, I saw my masters standing there. I felt sad and immediately, and a few of them cried and knelt down on the ground, shouting at the masters, wanting to let the master be fair to him.

A female cultivator cried, hugged her master's legs, pointed at Su and his people behind her, and shouted:

"Master! They forced us to mine and humiliate us. This is fine. I am not capable of it and I am ashamed of my master, but they still disrespectfully and humiliate us monks..."

"nonsense!"

Jasmine, who was standing with Su, heard this and immediately burst into tears and shouted:

"We have never said it! Not only did we not abuse you, but we also treated you for injuries. I warn you not to provoke right and wrong!"

The female cultivator ignored her and kept talking nonsense, making trouble, but she was excited and could not see her master's gloomy expression.

"Bang"

Just as she was making trouble, a slap suddenly rang out.

Everyone was stunned and looked to the side and saw a middle-aged monk in green. He waved his palm and slapped the young disciple kneeling in front of him hard on the face of the silent young disciple.

The disciple was tough and slapped, but didn't say a word, as if he was used to this kind of treatment.

"I heard from an old friend's recommendation, it was a mistake to accept you!"

The monk in green clothes retracted his palm, stared at the disciple under his feet, stretched out his hand and a green light poured into the disciple's body, and then there was a painful wail.

"I have been practicing for many years, and I see that I will make a breakthrough in one go. At this critical juncture, you, the guy, have caused me this incident!"

The middle-aged monk waved his sleeves and said coldly:

"Forget it, I won't get involved in the cause and effect you have caused yourself!

Starting today, the thirteen-year relationship between you and me has ended. Since you like to join in the fun and cause trouble, it seems that the hard journey of cultivating immortals is not suitable for you.

You will lose your cultivation level so that you will not end up with any major troubles in the future.

This is also for your own good.

In the future, go back to the world and live a good life."

After saying that, the monk bowed to other fellow Taoists, ignoring the disciples whose cultivation was deposed behind him. He started stepping on the wind and disappeared in front of the mine in a blink of an eye.

This scene shocked the other disciples who were still wailing, especially the female cultivator who was making trouble, with a dusty face full of fear.

She secretly glanced at her master, and was frightened by the cold expression on her master's face and lowered her head and shivered.

The other disciples also immediately looked at their master's expression. When they saw that all the monks had no smiles on their faces, these disciples were shocked, fearing that the next one would be themselves.

It's not just them.

The soldiers behind him were also stunned.

Jasmine also wanted to scold these ignorant guys.

But now seeing the silent young monk rolling on the ground with pain and life worse than death, the wasteland girl could not speak at all.

At this moment, Jasmine suddenly felt it.

This new world is not as beautiful as you think.

It is as cruel as wasteland.

It's just that the form of expression is different.

Fortunately, the remaining monks need some face and did not act as cruel as the monk in blue. However, what these disciples did directly involve the supervision of Taofu Academy, which all monks avoided.

After they go back, there will definitely be no good results.

Maybe they will be marginalized.

At this point, it doesn't matter who is right or wrong.

"Hey, wait!"

Seeing that everyone was about to leave, Moli suddenly remembered the boss's previous instructions and hurriedly called these monks to stop them. The monks turned around and saw Moli taking out more than a dozen small bags from the box behind Su.

"You dug these spirit stones by yourself. We only take one-third of them. You can take away the rest, as you earn your own reward."

As he spoke, Jasmine stepped forward and handed the small bags in her hand to the monks with gloomy faces one by one.

They took it in their hands, looked at each other, looked down at them, and saw that there were as many as a dozen pieces in the bag, as few as seven or eight pieces, all of them were cut spirit stones, emitting clouds, smoke and dust, and light spots.

"Thank you."

A monk said thank you.

Someone kindly said that it caused them trouble.

But no one returned it.

For these casual cultivators, these spirit stones that are not worth money can also be regarded as unexpected gains.

After they all left, Jasmine stood next to the desperate, painful, deposed disciple with the last bag of spirit stones in her hand.

She didn't know what to say.

But he still squatted down and stuffed the bag of spirit stones he had dug into the disciple's hands.

"I didn't expect this to happen either... Yes, I'm sorry."

Moli pursed her lips and whispered, then followed Su and the others as if she was running away, leaving the mine. The disciple lay on the ground, lying in the dust, his eyes full of pain.

He looked at the bag of spirit stones in his hand and smiled bitterly.

"Zhu Baifeng, you...forget, forgot... it should have been like this long ago..."

He gasped, but in the end he couldn't stand the pain, closed his eyes and fainted. After half an hour, he was discovered by the miner who went to the mine, so he lifted the man up and sent him back to Fengshan Street.

There are doctors there, although they are not very good at it, but they can still prescribe some medicine.

As for this young man, Fengshan is now short of miners.
Chapter completed!