Chapter 401 Taoist

This strange Taoist stood at the head of the field like a straw man, without making any movement for a long time.

A few monks came from a distance, cursing as they walked.

"These spiritual farmers are really rebellious..."

"It's not easy to do it."

"If this goes on, our Sun family will have a hard time..."

"I don't know what the head of the family is planning?"

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

...

Those monks from outside?

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

The monks from the Sun family stopped and saw that the Taoist had a weak breath, shabby clothes, and strange clothes, so they asked:

"Who are you?"

The Taoist did not answer, but a dull sound came out of his throat.

Like a drum that has been leaking air for a long time, it can't make a clear sound.

"Is he a mute?"

"He is wearing a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat. Could he be a spiritual farmer from Dongshan Village?"

"No way. He is wearing a Taoist robe underneath. He looks like a Taoist..."

"Is he from outside?"

Several Sun family monks were talking about it.

And the Taoist has been watching them silently.

One of the tall and thin monks was irritable and cursed:

"You are a poor Taoist. What are you looking at? If you look at me again, I will dig out your eyes..."

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

The tall and thin monk was startled and threw a punch in a hurry, but he knocked the Taoist to the ground with just one punch.

He calmed down a little and sneered:

"I thought you were so powerful, but you dared to attack me?"

Then he walked up and punched and kicked the Taoist, cursing while beating him:

"What kind of person is this? Hit me?"

The Taoist struggled a few times, but couldn't fight back.

The other Sun family monks cheered on the side.

They usually relied on the power of the Sun family to bully others. Anyone who offended them would be beaten up like this.

It not only vented their anger, but also maintained the dignity of the Sun family.

After the beating, the thin and tall monk smiled coldly, "You are blind!"

After that, he kicked the Taoist and prepared to leave.

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

The thin and tall monk struggled several times, but couldn't break free. He was furious and drew his knife directly.

He cut off the Taoist's hand with one knife.

But there was only rotten meat at the broken part, without a drop of blood.

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

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

He was shocked when he saw it.

The Taoist had an ordinary face, but his eyes were dark and empty, like the eyes of a dead person.

Just one look made him feel dizzy.

Then the sea of ​​consciousness surged, and he had a headache and wanted to vomit.

At the same time, it seemed as if something invisible, sticky, crawled onto his head, and then slowly went in along the temple, and went all the way into the sea of ​​consciousness.

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

It was like something was eating...

The thin tall man felt even more nauseous and dizzy.

However, this discomfort was only a momentary thing.

In a flash, he could not feel anything.

The pain remained, and the thin tall man looked a little puzzled.

Gradually, his pupils became a little darker, and there was no more doubt in his eyes.

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

Seeing this, the other Sun family monks were all stunned:

"Sun Ji, did you kill someone?"

"If you kill someone, you kill him. It's not like I haven't killed anyone before."

The thin tall monk named Sun Ji said lightly, with a slightly hoarse voice.

"That's the old rules."

"Okay."

Several people stood guard on the roadside, beware of other monks passing by or seeing it.

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

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

The other people looked at each other.

"You want the Taoist robe of a dead person?"

"I'm used to wearing it."

The other people were stunned and cursed:

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm used to wearing it?"

"You wear the Taoist robe of a dead person?"

"Put it on for me to see?"

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

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

It was like a scarecrow wearing human clothes in the field.

The other monks were all shocked.

A Sun family monk couldn't help but say:

"How dare you wear it? I'm really impressed."

Sun Ji didn't think it was a big deal, just said:

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

The others looked at the sky, the sun was still high, and they didn't feel it was late.

But after all, they killed someone, even if it was just a Taoist priest passing by, with no name or surname, but it's better to go back to the family and avoid the limelight.

"Okay."

Everyone walked back, and as they walked, Sun Ji suddenly said:

"We seem to have taken the wrong path."

"That's right."

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

The others looked and realized:

"Right."

"Drunk."

"Really took the wrong path."

Then they walked to another path.

Keep walking.

But the end of this road...

is a steep cliff.

Below the cliff is a deep abyss.

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

Even when they fell off the cliff, they still had a smile on their faces.

Death was imminent, but they still didn'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.

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

His steps were originally very natural, but as he walked, they became deep and shallow.

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.

And then walked to Sun Yi's study.

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

After a moment, he was upset.

He still had no idea.

How to learn the first-grade eleven-pattern formation?

How did that kid learn it?

Why did he still not know anything after building his foundation and meditating for so long?

Sun Yi was anxious.

If he couldn't learn this formation, he couldn't use it to threaten the spiritual farmers.

Without the spiritual farmers, their Sun family would sooner or later run out of money and gradually decline.

"How about cutting off the firewood and destroying the spiritual field directly?"

A cold light flashed in Sun Yi's eyes.

If the spiritual field is destroyed, the thick earth formation will be destroyed.

Without the thick earth formation, those spiritual farmers will not know the formation and can only rely on the Sun family.

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

If this formation is destroyed, it is equivalent to violating the ancestral precepts of the ancestor.

It can be regarded as forgetting one's ancestors...

Sun Yi hesitated and was confused.

At this time, someone knocked on the door.

Sun Yi was quite annoyed and ignored it.

But the man kept knocking on the door.

Dong...Dong...Dong...

The sound was monotonous and numb.

This was in Qianjia Town, in the Sun family, who dared to knock on his door like this?

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

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

Sun Yi was stunned after seeing it, and then couldn't help but say:

"What the hell are you wearing?"

Sun Ji didn't say anything.

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

Sun Ji still didn't say a word.

Sun Yi wanted to say something, but saw Sun Ji suddenly make a move, draw out his waist knife, and chop him with a knife.

But he was only in the Qi Refining Realm, how could he defeat Sun Yi in the Foundation Establishment Period?

Sun Yi grabbed the knife with his bare hands, urged his spiritual power, twisted it hard, twisted the blade like a piece of iron, and rolled it together.

Then Sun Yi turned his hand back, and the spiritual power surged, knocking Sun Ji away.

Sun Ji's chest was shattered by the spiritual power of foundation building, and he sat on the ground, spitting blood.

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

"You traitor, who asked you to kill me?"

Sun Ji wanted to say something, but he didn't say it, and 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 at Sun Ji's eyes and said coldly: "Speak!"

Sun Ji couldn't speak, but his eyes became darker.

The pupils became larger, and the whites of the eyes gradually decreased.

Gradually, the whole eyes became dark and empty.

Sun Yi felt a nauseous pain in his consciousness, and his brows knitted tightly. After a moment, they slowly relaxed.

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

"Sun Yi" sat on the chair with a dull look in his eyes.

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

It was like he was looking for something in his memory.

"Thick Earth Formation..."

"Earth Sect's Absolute Formation, first-grade eleven patterns, a good thing, it turned out to be here..."

"Mr. Zhuang..."

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

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

"Well, Master Kui is also here..."

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

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

"Still nostalgic."

"What are you doing here?"

"Drawing a thick earth formation?"

"Minding other people's business..."

"Is that all?"

"Sun Yi" murmured in a low voice while thinking.

Suddenly he was stunned again, muttering:

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

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

"What did you forget?"

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

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

"How could there be another disciple?"

"Who is it?"

"Why can't I remember it?"