Asking about longevity

This strange Taoist stood at the head of the field like a straw man, and did not move for a long time.

Several monks were walking from a distance, cursing something as they walked.

"These spiritual farmers are really rebelling..."

"It's not easy to start."

"If this continues, our Sun family's life will be difficult..."

“I wonder what the master’s plan is?”

"See how afraid he is of those monks from outside..."

…

Those monks from outside?

Upon hearing this, the Taoist turned his head sluggishly and glanced at them.

When the Sun family monks saw this, they stopped one after another. Seeing this man's weak breath, shabby clothes, and strange appearance, they asked:

"who are you?"

The Taoist did not answer, but made a dull sound in his throat.

It's like a leather drum that has leaked air for a long time and can't make a clear sound.

"A mute?"

"Wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, you can't be a spiritual farmer from Dongshan Village, right?"

"No, he's still wearing a Taoist robe underneath. He looks like a Taoist..."

"Is it from outside?"

Several Sun family monks were talking about it.

And the man kept watching them silently.

One of the tall and thin monks had a bad temper and cursed:

"What do you think of your mother as a poor Taoist? If you think I'll gouge your eyes out..."

Before he finished speaking, the Taoist suddenly pounced on him.

The tall and thin monk was startled and punched out hastily, but only one punch knocked the man to the ground.

He calmed down for a moment, then sneered:

"I thought you were so capable that you dared to attack me just like this?"

Then he stepped forward, punched and kicked the Taoist priest, and while beating him, he cursed:

"What kind of thing? Beating me?"

The Taoist struggled a few times, but failed.

Several other Sun family monks cheered from the side.

They usually relied on the power of the Sun family to dominate and prosper. Anyone who offended them would be beaten severely.

Not only did he vent his anger, but he also maintained the dignity of the Sun family.

After finishing the beating, the tall and lanky monk smiled coldly, "I'll stop you from growing eyesight!"

After saying that, he kicked the Taoist and was about to leave.

But the Taoist stretched out his withered hand and grabbed his foot.

The tall and thin monk tried to break free several times, but couldn't get away. He was so angry that he drew his knife.

Cut off the Taoist's hand with a knife.

But where it broke, there was only rotten flesh without a drop of blood.

The tall and thin man was a little disgusted and a little chilled, so he wanted to see who this person was and why he was so weird.

The tall and thin man looked at the Taoist's face carefully.

At this sight, he was startled.

This man had an ordinary face, but his eyes were dark and hollow, like the eyes of a dead person.

Just looking at it makes me feel dizzy.

Then the sea of ​​consciousness surged, and I had a headache and felt like vomiting.

At the same time, it seemed that something invisible and sticky crawled onto his head, and then bit by bit along the divine court, got in, and went all the way into the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there was a sucking sound.

It's like something is eating...

The taller person felt more nauseated and dizzy.

But this discomfort only lasts for a moment.

After a moment, he couldn't feel anything anymore.

The pain remained, and the tall and thin man's eyes were a little confused.

Gradually, his pupils became darker, and there was no longer any doubt in his eyes.

The Taoist on the ground slowly collapsed, no longer struggling, no longer struggling, and no longer alive.

When several other Sun family monks saw this, they were startled:

"Sun Ji, did you kill someone?"

"Just beat him to death. It's not like he has never killed anyone before."

The tall and thin monk named Sun Ji said calmly, with a slightly unnoticeable hoarseness in his voice.

"That's still the old rule."

"Fine."

Several people went to the roadside to guard against other monks passing by or seeing them.

Sun Ji dragged the Taoist's body to a nearby cliff and threw it directly.

But before dumping the body, he took off the Taoist's robe and kept it for himself.

Several other people looked at each other.

"You also want a dead man's robe?"

"Get used to it."

Several other people were stunned and cursed:

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Are you used to wearing it?"

"You wear a dead man's robe?"

"Would you like to wear one for me to see?"

Before he finished speaking, Sun Ji really put on his Taoist robe.

He was tall and thin, wearing this dirty and old Taoist robe, with a large part of his hands and feet exposed. He looked extremely ill-fitting and a little weird.

Like a scarecrow in human clothes in a field.

Several other monks looked shocked.

A monk from the Sun family couldn't help but said:

"You fucking dare to wear it? I'm so fucking impressed by you."

Sun Ji didn't think anything was wrong, he just said:

"It's getting late, let's go back."

The other people looked at the sky. The sun was still high and they didn't realize how late it was.

But after all, after killing someone, even though it was just a passing, nameless Taoist priest, it was better to go back to the family and avoid the limelight.

"OK."

Everyone walked back, and while they were walking, Sun Ji suddenly said:

"We seem to be on the wrong track."

"That's right."

Sun Ji pointed to the other side, "That's the way back."

When several other people saw it, they were also surprised:

"right."

"Drank too much."

"Really went wrong."

Then they went the other way.

Keep walking.

But the end of the road...

It's a steep cliff.

Below the cliff is an abyss.

They were still talking and laughing as usual, walking home, walked to the cliff, and then fell into the abyss, leaving no bones.

Even when he fell off the cliff, he still had a smile on his face.

Even when death is imminent, I still don’t know it.

Only Sun Ji stopped at the edge of the cliff.

He glanced at the cliff indifferently, then turned his head, looked at Qianjia Town and the conspicuous mansion in the town, and walked slowly away.

Sun Ji was wearing an ill-fitting Taoist robe, showing his hands and feet.

His pace was originally very natural, but as he walked, it became deeper and shallower.

The monks on the road felt strange when they saw him, but they didn't dare to ask.

Sun Ji walked all the way to the Sun family's mansion.

Went to Sun Yi's study again.

In the study, Sun Yi was still looking at the thick earth formation and thinking hard.

After a moment, he was distraught.

Still have no clue.

How to learn the formation of the first grade and eleven patterns?

How on earth could that brat learn this?

Why is it that I have already established the foundation and have been enlightened for so long, but I still don’t understand anything?

Sun Yi was anxious.

If he couldn't learn this formation, he would no longer be able to use the formation to blackmail Linnong.

Their Sun family, without the support of spiritual farmers, would sooner or later have nothing to offer and gradually decline.

"How about taking the fire under the cauldron and directly destroying the spiritual field?"

A cold light flashed in Sun Yi's eyes.

Destroying the spiritual field will destroy the thick soil formation.

Without the thick soil formation, those spiritual farmers who did not know how to use the formation could still only rely on the Sun family.

But this formation is the formation of his ancestor of the Sun family.

If you destroy this formation, it will be equivalent to violating the ancestral precepts of your ancestors.

It can be regarded as forgetting the ancestors...

Sun Yi was hesitant and confused.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Sun Yi was quite irritable and ignored him.

But the man was still knocking on the door.

Boom...boom...boom...

The voice was monotonous and numb.

This is in Qianjia Town, in the Sun family. Who dares to knock on his door like this?

Sun Yi suppressed his anger and said: "Get in!"

The door opened slowly, and Sun Ji stepped in, wearing a dirty, old Taoist robe that was too small.

Sun Yi was startled when he saw it, and then couldn't help but said:

"What the hell are you wearing?"

Sun Ji said nothing.

Sun Yi frowned, feeling something was wrong, "What are you doing here?"

Sun Ji still didn't say a word.

Sun Yi wanted to say something else, but he saw Sun Ji suddenly take action, drew out his waist knife, and struck him with the knife.

But he is only in the Qi Refining stage, how can he defeat Sun Yi who is in the foundation building stage?

Sun Yi grabbed the knife with his bare hands, activated his spiritual power, and twisted it hard, twisting the blades together like pieces of iron.

Then Sun Yi made a backhand palm, and his spiritual power surged, knocking Sun Ji away.

Sun Ji's chest was shattered by the foundation-building spiritual power, and he collapsed on the ground, vomiting blood.

Sun Yi snorted coldly, stepped forward, grabbed Sun Ji's collar, pulled him up, and said in a cold voice:

"You're a rip-off, who told you to kill me?"

Sun Ji wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He only coughed up a stream of blood from his throat.

"Who gave you so much benefit that you overestimated your ability to kill me?"

Sun Yi stared into Sun Ji's eyes and said coldly: "Say!"

Sun Ji was speechless, but his eyes gradually darkened in color.

The pupils of the eyes become larger and the whites of the eyes become smaller.

Gradually, the entire eyes became dark and hollow.

Sun Yi felt a nauseating pain in his consciousness, and his brows could not help but frown. After a moment, they slowly relaxed.

He threw Sun Ji on the ground, ignored him, and then slowly returned to his seat.

"Sun Yi" sat on the chair with dull eyes.

In the flickering candlelight, he began to recall some things.

It's like searching for something from memory.

"Thick Earth Formation..."

"The Earth Sect Jue Zhen, the first grade and the eleven patterns, a good thing, unexpectedly ended up here..."

"Mr. Zhuang..."

"My...good junior brother..."

"The breath is weak, it seems that the injury will not heal..."

"Well, the puppet boss is here too..."

"Taking a disciple? This doesn't seem like something you would do."

"Bai...Bai...Junior sister's child?"

"Still so nostalgic."

"What are you doing here?"

"Draw a thick earth formation?"

"have a finger in the pie……"

"Is that all?"

"Sun Yi" whispered while thinking.

Suddenly he was stunned again and murmured:

"No, no, I forgot something..."

"It's not that I forgot, but someone didn't let me know..."

"What did you forget?"

Sun Yi started to scratch his head with his hands, looking painful, and then suddenly remembered:

"There is another disciple? There is another disciple?"

"How come there is another disciple?"

"who is it?"

"Why can't I remember?"