The next moment, a crane chirped from the young man's heart, immediately dispelling the sound of the Buddha's trumpet that invaded his ears.

"This black-robed monk is actually a genuine cultivator!" Qi Jingzhi felt awe-struck in his heart.

As for the Buddhist practice sect, he only knows one Fuya Temple so far, and he really can't identify its origin from the seal and Buddha's name.

Qi Jingzhi simply ignored the black-clothed monk, but turned to look at the stout man who was obviously the leader, and asked in a cold voice: "What do you want?"

The black-clothed monk saw that there was no abnormality on the young man's face, as if he was unaware of the thunderous sound of the heavenly drum. His expression immediately became solemn, and he turned his head to the side without hesitation, shaking his head gently at the strong man.

Seeing this, the stout man also had a stern look on his face, and immediately responded loudly: "Simple! Now that we are here, everyone who sees it will naturally have a share! After the coffin is opened later, each of us will choose one piece first, and Brother Wei will choose first!

From now on, we are all friends and we can feel at ease with each other!"

"Oh? I thought you two wanted to stuff me into this coffin!"

Qi Jingzhi's face darkened. These two people were digging graves and wanted to drag him into trouble. It was indeed not a good idea.

The sturdy man seemed as if he hadn't seen him before, and instead burst into laughter.

The flesh on his face was twitching, and he was full of gangsterism. He said bluntly: "In front of the new generation of Golden Sword Wei, we are not sure that we can keep brother Wei here! But you must have seen it, this man who supports the great black people in the north

Mingshen’s mage also has an amazing artistic talent, so we have no choice but to be harmonious and make money today!”

After saying that, the stout man seemed not worried that Qi Jingzhi would refuse, and turned around and winked at the black-clothed monk.

The monk took a deep look at Qi Jingzhi, and without waiting for him to speak, he immediately turned to face the stone coffin, cast a seal with his hand, and made a thunderous sound with his tongue.

"Hum! The Great Black God, guarding the north, has three faces and six arms, five eyes are flaring, and the sound of thunder from the sky is warning the crowd. His body is covered with red flames, burning like calamity fire. He feeds on filth and evil and destroys evil and turbidity! Disciples sincerely praise, Nan

There is no greater excellence in the north, King Vajra Yaksha!"
Chapter completed!