Asking about longevity

Chapter 379 Sun Family

At the same time that Mo Hua released his spiritual consciousness to spy on him, in the most gorgeous mansion in Qianjia Town, a middle-aged monk with a mean face and a thin body suddenly opened his eyes, looking slightly startled.

He frowned and ordered:

"Call Ze'er."

The servant followed the order and went down. After a while, a young man with frivolous eyebrows walked in and said casually:

"Dad, what's the matter?"

The middle-aged monk's surname is Sun, and he is the head of the Sun family.

This young man's surname is Sun Mingze, and he is the eldest son of the Sun family.

Sun Yi, the head of the Sun family, frowned and said, "There are monks who use their spiritual sense to spy on you."

Sun Ze was also surprised: "Foundation-building monk?"

Sun Yi nodded, "This spiritual consciousness is extremely obscure and very deep. It sweeps lightly. If I hadn't been studying the formation and concentrating my spiritual consciousness, I might not have been able to detect it."

"This person must be a foundation-building monk without a doubt!" Sun Yi said firmly.

Sun Ze also frowned:

"Foundation-building monk, what are you doing here in our Qianjia Town?"

Sun Yi thought for a moment and said slowly:

"No matter what he does, we will treat him with courtesy. We will not provoke him if we can. We will just send him away as soon as possible."

Then he ordered: "This foundation-building monk uses his spiritual consciousness to explore the road. He must be a monk from outside."

"There is only one way out of Qianjia Town."

"Bring some people to welcome them and invite them as guests without offending them."

Sun Ze said dissatisfied: "Why bother? He comes when he likes and leaves when he likes. What should we do with him?"

Sun Yi scolded: "What do you know? Foundation building and foundation building are completely different. Our Sun family lives in a corner, so naturally we need to make more friends with other monks. Even if we don't make friends, we still have to figure out what they are doing. , can’t be offended.”

"Besides, this foundation-building monk probably has a lot of background.˜"*°•.˜˜.•°*"˜"

This divine consciousness made him feel deeply fearful.

Sun Ze was scolded and had no choice but to obey:

"Okay, dad, I listen to you."

After Sun Ze left, Sun Yi was still frowning and uncertain. Finally, his eyes became colder and he said, "I hope I'm not here to cause trouble..."

…

Thousand Lights Town.

The old man was knocking pine nuts and driving the carriage.

Dabai dragged the car and walked slowly on the streets of Qiandeng Town.

Mo Hua stretched out his head and looked at the formations everywhere.

But the surrounding houses were low, the formations were crude, and there was nothing interesting to see.

After a while, several monks appeared in front of the road.

The leader was a young monk in rich clothes and a frivolous face, but pretending to be solemn.

The old man stopped the carriage.

The young monk cupped his hands and said with a smile on his face:

"A distinguished guest comes to your door, but you will be welcomed from afar."

The old man looked blank and said calmly: "Who are you?"

The sound was as astringent as dead wood. It was obviously a human voice, but it didn't sound like a human voice.

Everyone in the Sun family trembled in their hearts.

Sun Ze said quickly: "I am Sun Ze, the eldest son of Qianjia Town."

The old man said calmly: "What's the matter?"

Sun Ze felt a little uncomfortable listening to the dry voice, and felt a little dissatisfied.

He always asked other people questions, but he was rarely asked in such a cold tone.

But his father had said it first, and he didn't dare to go against it.

An old man driving a carriage is so strange, and the monk in the carriage is probably even more unusual.

If there really is a foundation-building monk, he cannot afford to offend him.

Sun Ze then said respectfully: "Qianjia Town is a simple place, and I'm afraid of being intrusive to our distinguished guests. If you don't want to give up, you can move to the Sun family, so that our Sun family can show their friendship as landlords."

The old man said nothing.

Inside the carriage, Mo Hua's three disciples looked at each other and then at Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

The puppet boss outside the car nodded and said: "Okay."

For some reason, Sun Ze breathed a sigh of relief.

This seemingly wooden driver always gave him a slight sense of oppression.

It also made him even more curious about who were the people sitting in the car.

Sun Ze led the way, and the puppet boss drove the carriage, slowly driving into the Gaoguang gate of the Sun family under the surprised eyes of passers-by.

The carriage stopped.

Sun Yi, the head of the Sun family, greeted him personally.

But the monks who came out of the carriage surprised them.

First there was a young boy with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and then there was a little girl with a pretty face.

What got out of the car next was a young monk with clear eyes and picturesque features.

This little monk was supporting another monk in white who looked handsome and elegant, with an immortal air, but had no breath in his body and didn't even look like a monk.

Sun Yi was confused for a moment.

Among these people, who is the foundation builder?

Whose is that spying consciousness?

Sun Yi frowned.

Logically speaking, this white-clothed monk is most like Zhu Ji, but if he were Ji Zhu, it would be impossible for his aura to be so restrained that he wouldn't notice it at all.

Unless he is a great monk in the Golden Core realm above Foundation Establishment.

But it is impossible for a Golden Core Realm monk to come to this remote place at the border of the second-level state.

"Could it be that I saw it wrong?"

In fact, there are no foundation-building monks peeping?

Sun Yi muttered in his heart.

But people were already coming in, so he couldn't push them out anymore, and it was hard to admit that he was wrong.

He could only bite the bullet and said, "I wonder what this fellow Taoist's name is..."

Mr. Zhuang said calmly: "My surname is Zhuang."

Sun Yi was startled, it was an extraordinary surname, he cherished words like gold, and he also had a noble demeanor.

I don't know if he is a fake.

But now that the matter is over, there is no need to worry about this.

Sun Yi cupped his hands and said, "Your distinguished guest is here, and you don't know why?"

Mr. Zhuang’s tone was still calm:

"I'm passing through your land and have a few days' rest."

Sun Yi didn't quite believe it, but still smiled and said:

"Meeting each other is fate, and coming from afar is like a guest. If you don't mind, just stay at my grandson's house for a few days, and grandson will be able to show his sincerity."

Mr. Zhuang showed a faint smile:

"Then I'm sorry to bother you."

"You're welcome." Sun Yi cupped his hands and said.

After that, Sun Yi arranged for everyone to stay and said enthusiastically:

"If you need anything, just tell your servants, and our Sun family will try our best to satisfy you."

After settling Mr. Zhuang and others, Sun Yi returned to the living room, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

Sun Ze asked him: "Dad, who is Zhu Ji?"

Sun Yi shook his head, "I haven't seen it yet."

Sun Ze was dissatisfied, "If we hadn't built the foundation, our work would have been in vain. You are still so humble, do they deserve it?"

"Stop saying such ignorant words!" Sun Yi frowned and reprimanded, "A man can bend and stretch, so what's wrong with being humble?"

The living room of the Sun family is decorated magnificently.

Sun Yi sat down, and a beautiful maid came forward to serve tea. Sun Yi took a sip of tea, thought for a moment, and then said slowly:

"Among this group of monks, even if they don't have a foundation, their status is not ordinary..."

Sun Ze's eyes moved away from the maid's waist with nostalgia, and he nodded in agreement:

"That's right, the old man driving the car, the handsome young man, and the pretty little girl all have extraordinary temperaments..."

"There is also the man named Zhuang, who looks like an immortal. He is either a real expert or a real liar..."

Sun Ze counted them again and missed only the ink paintings.

Mo Hua seemed to be a little more well-behaved, but he didn't catch Sun Ze's eyes.

"Dad." Sun Ze stepped forward and whispered:

"What do we do next?"

Sun Yi raised his eyebrows, put down the teacup, and said slowly:

"Observe for a few days. If you can't afford to offend us, we will treat you with courtesy..."

"What if we can afford it?"

Sun Yi looked at Sun Ze with a somewhat cryptic look, "...Then we must entertain him well."

Sun Ze also smiled.

…

The Sun family prepared two large guest rooms for Mo Hua and the others.

One room is for Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Puppet, and the other is for Mo Hua's three children.

Although it is a large guest room, it is also exquisitely laid out, with all the porcelain and screens, sandalwood is burning, and cigarette smoke is curling up.

There are five or six beds side by side, and the beds are covered with soft blankets.

Bai Zixi meditated gracefully and quietly.

The two ink painter brothers were lying on the bed, talking quietly.

"That guy named Sun doesn't look like a good person."

"Who's surnamed Sun?"

"Who else has the surname Sun?"

"A father, a son..."

"Both of them look like good people."

"It's just that the smile is too fake."

"You are smiling but not smiling."

"I'm so passionate and have evil intentions."

"Be courteous for nothing..."