While Mo Hua released his spiritual sense to peek, in the most gorgeous mansion in Qianjia Town, a middle-aged monk with a mean face and thin body suddenly opened his eyes and looked slightly shocked.

He frowned and ordered:

"Call Ze'er."

The servant took the order and soon, a frivolous young man 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.

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

Sun Yi, the head of the Sun family, frowned and said, "A monk uses his spiritual sense to spy on it."

Sun Ze was also surprised and said, "Basic-building monk?"

Sun Yi nodded, "This spiritual consciousness is extremely obscure and profound. If I hadn't been comprehending the formation and the spiritual consciousness was concentrated, I might not have been able to detect it."

"This person must be a foundation-building monk!" Sun Yi decisively cut off the railway.

Sun Ze also frowned:

"Based-building monk, what are you doing when we travel to Qianjia Town?"

Sun Yi pondered for a moment and said slowly:

"No matter what he does, we treat him with courtesy. If we can't provoke him, we won't provoke him. Just send him away as soon as possible."

Then he ordered: "This foundation-building monk must be an alien monk, who uses his spiritual sense to explore the way."

"There is only one road outside Qianjia Town."

"Take some people to welcome them and invite them to visit, don't offend them."

Sun Ze said dissatisfiedly: "Why do you need such trouble? He comes whenever he wants to come, and he goes when he wants to walk. What should we pay attention to him?"

Sun Yi scolded: "What do you know? Foundation building and foundation building are completely incomparable. Our Sun family lives in a corner, so we naturally have to make more friends with other monks. Even if we don't make friends, we have to figure out what he is doing and not offend him."

"What's more, this foundation-building monk is probably quite famous."

This spiritual consciousness made him feel deeply afraid.

Sun Ze was scolded and had to obey:

"Okay, dad, I'll listen to you."

After Sun Ze left, Sun Yi still frowned, unstable, and finally his eyes gradually became cold, "I hope it wasn't for trouble..."

...

In Qiandeng Town.

Pu Lao was catching pine nuts and driving a carriage.

Dabai dragged his 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 are low and the formation is crude, so there is nothing good to look at.

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

The leader was a young monk with gorgeous clothes and frivolous face, but pretended to be solemn.

Puppet old stopped the carriage.

The young monk bowed his hand and said with a smile:

"A guest is here, and he will be welcomed by mistake."

The old Puppet looked wooden and said lightly: "Who are you?"

The sound is as a stern as a dead tree. It is obviously a human voice, but it is not like a human voice.

The hearts of the Sun family trembled.

Sun Ze hurriedly said, "In the summer of Sun Ze, he is the eldest son of the Sun family in Qianjia Town."

Old Kuai said lightly again: "What's the matter?"

Sun Ze felt a little uncomfortable with the dry voice and was also a little dissatisfied.

He has always asked questions from others, and he rarely asked in such a cold tone.

But his father said something first, and he dared not disobey it.

An old man who drove a car was so weird, and the monks in the car were probably even more difficult.

If there is really a foundation-building monk, he will be unable to offend him.

Sun Ze said respectfully: "The Qianjia Town is simple, and I am afraid of being abrupt and distinguished guests. If you don't abandon me, you can move to the Sun family. My Sun family can also enjoy the friendship of the landlord."

Puppet old man didn't make a sound.

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

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

The old man outside the car nodded and said, "Yes."

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

This seemingly wood-like driver always gives him a sense of oppression.

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

Sun Ze led the way in front, and Old Kuang drove the carriage and slowly drove into the gate of Gao Guang of the Sun family under the surprised gaze of passers-by.

The carriage stopped.

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

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

First there is a young boy with a sword-eyed eyebrows and star-like eyes, and then a young girl with a pretty face.

Afterwards, the person who got off the bus was a young monk with clear eyes and picturesque eyebrows.

The young monk held another white monk who looked at Feng Shen, handsome and fairy-like but had no breath on his body, and he didn't even look like a monk.

Sun Yi was a little confused for a moment.

Among these people, who is the foundation building?

Whose sense of snooping?

Sun Yi frowned.

Logically speaking, this white-clothed monk is most like building a foundation, but if he builds a foundation, he will not be able to be introverted and will not be able to notice it at all.

Unless he is a great monk at the Jindan realm above the foundation building.

However, it is impossible for a cultivator in the Jindan realm to come to the second-grade state realm, this remote little place.

"Maybe I'm wrong?"

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

Sun Yi muttered in his heart.

But everyone was welcomed in, so he couldn't drive people out again, and it was difficult to admit that he had read it wrong.

He could only bite the bullet and said, "I don't know this fellow Taoist's surname..."

Mr. Zhuang said lightly: "Submitted to Zhuang."

Sun Yi was stunned. He was an extraordinary surname, with a precious word like gold, and he also had a very expert demeanor.

I don't know if it's a fake guy.

But now that's the case, there's no need to worry about it.

Sun Yi bowed and said, "I don't know what happened when the distinguished guest is here?"

Mr. Zhuang's tone was still light:

"After you are a good place, you can rest for a few days."

Sun Yi didn't believe it, but he still said with a smile:

"Every meeting is fate, and a guest comes from afar. If you don't dislike it, just stay at my Sun's house for a few days, and Sun will do his best."

Mr. Zhuang showed a faint smile:

"That's disturbing."

"You have to be polite." Sun Yi bowed.

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

"If you have any needs, just tell your servants that my Sun family will do their best to satisfy them."

After relocating Mr. Zhuang and his men, Sun Yi returned to the living room and the smile on his face gradually faded.
To be continued...