After dressing as a cultist, I harmed the protagonist group

In the back mountain of Jijia, the peaks soar into the clouds, shrouded in clouds and smoke all the year round, like a fantasy.Rich in aura, it was originally a blessed place suitable for retreat and cultivation, but it was designated as a forbidden area by Ji Nankun to store his wife's body.

This is a cave on the top of the mountain.The territory is not big, but it is neatly opened up, and a huge magic circle painted inside covers the entire mountain top, closely linked, and the runes are mysterious.There are countless high-grade spiritual stones embedded in it, and a strong spiritual pressure overflows in the air.

The white jade steps progressed step by step, extending to the depths of the cave, and guarding a high platform. An ice coffin was parked on the high platform, reflecting a peaceful halo under the flickering lights.

The light is warm, but in Ji Muzhi's eyes, it is only cold and ridiculous.

From the beginning to the end, only Ji Nankun could step into that cave, and he was never allowed to get close.Whether it is the so-called "visiting" mother, or kneeling at this time, they are all under the steps separated by more than ten meters.

The steps below the knee are icy cold.He knelt expressionlessly.

Hearing the noise, he said without turning his head, "Why did you come up?"

Zhu Zhizhi smiled and said, "I told you before, I want to come up to accompany you."

In order to avoid Ji Nankun at the foot of the mountain, he really spent a lot of effort.

Ji Muzhi said indifferently: "Go back."

"Master, for the sake of risking my life to bring you food, you can chase me away later." Zhu Zhizhi took out a food box from the Qiankun bag, and the aroma of the food immediately wafted into the air.

"And this." He took out another futon, squatted beside Ji Muzhi, and persuaded him, "You can kneel on this, otherwise, if you have to kneel for three months, even a Golden Core cultivator will suffer knee injuries." .”

His eyebrows are curved, and he smiles really sweetly.Ji Muzhi slightly raised his knees, and he sent the futon down.Then make persistent efforts, take the food box and set it up, "Let's eat some more."

"I've already eaten Bigu Pill." Ji Muzhi didn't move.

"But just kneeling here is too boring." Zhu Zhizhi said with a smile: "I carefully selected these, and they are especially delicious. Wouldn't it be a pity not to use them?"

Ordinary people always seem long-winded when persuading others. When he said these words, his eyes were full of admiration for the food, full of sincerity and love.

Ji Muzhi had no interest in eating, and he had never seen a monk who cared so much about appetite.

He glanced at Zhu Zhizhi and said, "Then you can eat."

"Then I really ate it?" Zhu Zhizhi waited for a while, and took the food back without any hesitation.

He was quite prepared and took another futon mat under his buttocks, and really started eating in front of him.

...In fact, he knew that Ji Muzhi didn't know how to eat, so he chose what he liked.

His manner of eating was not elegant, his chopsticks were upside down quite quickly, and there was a contented smile in his eyes.

Originally, Ji Muzhi didn't look sideways, but quietly looked at the ice coffin in front of him, but gradually he glanced away from the corner of his eye.

Like a cat eating, he narrowed his eyes slightly in pleasure, and light poured out of his black eyes, like the morning dawn when the long night is coming to an end.

Like a breeze blowing across the water, there are sparkling ripples.Unknowingly, Ji Muzhi frowned slightly on his stagnant face.He said, "What on earth are you here for?"

Is there such a thing as punishing and kneeling with the master?

"I brought two futons, and I wanted to kneel with me at first." Zhu Zhizhi swallowed what was in his mouth, and explained: "But then I thought, I am a little foundation-building monk, and my legs will definitely be crippled in three months." Yes, then going down the mountain is going to trouble you, master? It will be even worse if you delay your work later."

"So my positioning for myself today is to help you relieve boredom and chat with you."

Holding his rice bowl, he looked at Ji Muzhi eagerly, as if he was waiting for him to say something to him.

Ji Muzhi was silent for a while, but he didn't say anything to drive people away after all, "Eat your food."

"Oh." Zhu Zhizhi responded obediently and stopped talking.

After eating and tidying up, he sat cross-legged next to Ji Muzhi, resting his chin looking bored, looking sideways at Ji Muzhi from time to time.

I don't know if it's because the surroundings are too cold, but at this time he gives people a deeper feeling than before, and the lines of his handsome profile are also quieter.

In fact, Zhu Zhizhi didn't think he was the kind of naughty person. He has been in charge of the family for many years and his mind is calm. It is impossible for him to do rebellious things on purpose to anger Ji Nankun because of lack of fatherly love.

Then what is the purpose of kneeling here to seek abuse?

Ji Muzhi was annoyed by him, and said: "There is plenty of spiritual energy here, you should practice."

"Thank you for your permission, master." Zhu Zhizhi happily sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Cultivation is a very private matter.Few people are willing to fall into this state unprotected when there are other people around.

Ji Muzhi looked at him silently for a few seconds, then suddenly pointed at his forehead.

Hanging half an inch in front of the forehead, the other party did not respond like an old monk in meditation, and his eyelashes did not even tremble.

Ji Muzhi withdrew his hand, stood up, and slowly stepped up the steps.

Every time he took a step, his eyes lit up a little bit, and the spiritual energy surrounded the innate spiritual eyes. The bottom of the silver-gray eyes seemed to be circulating with mysterious brilliance, penetrating the air, and outlining traces of formations that were difficult to see with the naked eye.

Every step he took was very gentle, but he stepped on the blind spot of the formation with precision.The prohibition formation in front of the cave was drawn by Ji Nankun, who paid a lot of money for the formation master, and within a short while, he broke in without a trace.

……

I don't know how long it took, Zhu Zhizhi took back his breath.When he opened his eyes, Ji Muzhi still knelt quietly on the spot, closing his eyelashes, as if a little tired.

"Master, are you tired?" He whispered, "Anyway...no one is watching, so it's okay to just take a rest."

The voice rang in his ears in a low voice, still showing a little guilt, as if he was urging someone to be lazy and play slippery with him.

Ji Muzhi said, "I'm atonement."

"But we really don't have that kind of relationship." Zhu Zhizhi muttered, "I think, you still won't let me go."

"You think?" Ji Muzhi squinted at him, noncommittal.

Zhu Zhizhi smiled flatteringly at him, like a cunning little fox.

He asked again, "So what is the atonement for?"

Ji Muzhi curled his lips and said, "For what's about to happen."

In the middle of the moon, Ji Nankun came from the foot of the mountain.

Ji Muzhi asked him to hide behind a tree in the distance.

Zhu Zhizhi ran over with the futon in his arms, his eyes blurred, and he felt that Ji Muzhi had shielded himself with his spiritual consciousness.

He smiled, "At this stage... maybe it's not bad for me?"

Then it will be easy to handle.

Passing by Ji Muzhi, Ji Nankun walked straight into the cave without stopping.

The ice coffin opened, and the cold air drifted into the air, revealing the woman lying quietly inside.She folded her hands on her lower abdomen, except for her pale complexion, she seemed to just fall into a deep sleep, quiet and beautiful.

Ji Nankun helped the woman up and let her lean against him.After sitting quietly for a while, he looked at the woman and gently stroked her side face, "Zhiyan..."

The woman who was supposed to be dead suddenly opened her eyes, and the eyes were completely dark, strange and inexplicable.

"Come on, let me comb your hair." Ji Nankun helped her to turn sideways, but the corpse responded, but it was unconscious and could only cooperate like a puppet.Comb teeth inserted into the black hair at the back of her head, Ji Nankun's eyes were full of fantasy and obsession, "You will wake up completely soon, and then we will be able to live as before..."

Outside the cave, Zhu Zhizhi looked over from a distance, but could only see the light leaking from the cave entrance, but couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.

One night passed, and when the sky was bright, Ji Nankun came out from the inside with a slumped face, which was very different from his previous appearance, as if he had been sucked by a female ghost.

After walking down the steps, Ji Muzhi suddenly asked, "Father insists on this?"

"What?" Ji Nankun didn't notice what he knew, and passed him down the mountain impatiently, leaving only one sentence: "It's good to kneel and reflect."

Ji Muzhi's back was straight, like a wooden statue.

...seems like something terrible is happening?

Zhu Zhizhi squinted his eyes, and decided to stand still and wait for the changes.

***

Three months is really not a long time in the eyes of cultivators.For Zhu Zhizhi, half playing and half practicing, soon there will be only a few days left.

"Three months are coming, and we can finally go down the mountain." Zhu Zhizhi sat beside Ji Muzhi and asked him, "Master, does your knee hurt?"

Ji Muzhi didn't speak, he just laughed and said, "Why don't I carry you down the mountain? Hahaha."

"Today you go down the mountain first." Ji Muzhi said.

"Ah? Well, I'll go down first."

Zhu Zhizhi got up, took one last look at him, and thought casually: It seems that today is a special day?

He walked swiftly, and when he saw Ji Nankun's house at the foot of the mountain, he didn't avoid it. He covered his breath with his spiritual sense and sneaked nearby.

Every day Ji Nankun stays in the house during the day and goes up the mountain to see his wife at night.Since Zhu Zhizhi signed the contract with the iron plate, he has become more sensitive to human energy. He feels that his energy is declining every morning, and it recovers a little when he goes up the mountain at night, but the energy is difficult to adjust his breath. Weakened day by day.

This infatuated seed, doesn't think his wife is crazy, what kind of moth is he playing?

Then Jimuzhi's purpose of staying on the mountain is interesting.

"This person, the biggest fear is that he can't think about it. Why bother." Zhu Zhizhi rubbed his chin, a little bit embarrassed.

He waited with great interest for the night to fall, and when Ji Nankun opened the door and came out, he quietly followed.

boom--

He slowly climbed to the halfway up the mountain, and saw the fire on the top of the mountain.Speechless, "Exploded?"

When he quickened his pace to go up, he saw that Ji Muzhi was still kneeling there.

Ji Nankun's eyes were tearing apart, like weeping blood, "You bastard, what have you done?"

"Let mother rest in peace." Ji Muzhi said lightly.

From nowhere, Ji Nankun learned a kind of forbidden technique against the sky, in an attempt to feed the corpse with his own energy and bring it back to life.

In fact, this is a kind of sorcery, it will only turn the corpse into a puppet, what is it like to insult?

Ji Nankun hugged her arms, but she didn't hold anything.Crazy scratching in the air, but didn't catch anything.

Ji Muzhi didn't know what he did in his formation, but when he was about to finish his work, he completely burned Zhiyan's body!

"I kill you!"

The blow landed on Jimu's chest without reservation.

He dragged his knees straight on the ground for several meters.

After a while, he straightened up without raising his eyes and said, "Today, I would like to take three moves from my father. After the three moves..."

"Boom!" Again.

Ji Muzhi was knocked down, lying on the ground, spitting out a big mouthful of blood.

Ji Nankun's eyes showed a crazy murderous look, and he raised his hand again——

"Master!" With a call, a gust of wind suddenly flashed behind him, followed by Zhu Zhizhi's muffled groan.

Ji Muzhi suddenly turned his head, and a figure like a kite with broken strings was reflected in his silver-gray pupils. He landed suddenly and rolled several times.

That was the all-out strike of the Jindan cultivator!

He always liked to wear bright clothes, and since he was under his command, he changed into gray servant clothes.

At this time, there was a large amount of blood on the gray clothes, so bright red that it was dazzling.

Ji Muzhi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt a sharp pain in his eyes.

The author has something to say: uh. . .Before Zhizhi leaves, he has to do something big. . .

Does anyone feel sorry for Xiao Ji?

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