The old man's doorstep was originally a remote place near the edge of the city, and there was no road. There was only a small alley. During the day, there was no one passing by. Now, the time for dinner was crowded with people, surrounded by layer by layer, which was very noisy. There was a blank space in the middle of the crowd, with several officials and a monk standing inside, and two officials were punching and kicking the old man.

The old man was covered in bruises, but he still protected a little girl under him.

"Don't beat you, stop hitting me, I'll follow you, I'll follow you!"

"He is very old, please don't hit him again!"

"Want him again...and he will die!"

Xiaochan came from under the old man with a crying voice, which made the onlookers around him feel unbearable. However, when she saw her fox tail and furry ears vaguely exposed under the old man, no one's unbearable eyes were wiped out, and she sighed at the old man's stubbornness.

"You said that An Laosi is stupid. He actually adopted a monster as his granddaughter. He was chased by a monk and had to protect the monster. Now, the government recognizes him as a monster's accomplice. Even if this old bone does not die here, he will die in prison."

"I heard that since the monster came, An Laosi's tea shop has stopped opening. Two ingots of silver and one ingot of gold were found in the family. The gold happened to be stolen by the government. Two days ago, someone saw An Xiucai throwing a ingot of gold for the show. I don't know which wealthy family this monster stole it!"

"Oh, An Laosi is also pitiful. It would be great if he had handed over this monster earlier. Maybe the monk wouldn't have been skeptical about him, and he wouldn't have been so old and suffered such a great crime."

"I remembered that my family lost a piece of cloth last night. Did you think it was stolen by this monster?"

"You will know if you go to An Laosi's family to look for it later. Anyway, An Laosi is finished. His useless adopted son is afraid that he can't defend this house."

...

The official's fist and foot hit the old man and thumped, Xiaochan's crying sounded all around, but the old man gradually stopped saying a word and only protected the little girl under him with force.

The monk was wearing a monk's robe, but there was a thin scar on the corner of his left eye, adding a sense of sinism to him. He was holding a wooden bowl in his hand and looking at the old man and Xiaochan calmly.

A butcher suddenly squeezed into front from the crowd, looked at the scene for a while, and asked to the side: "Isn't this An Laosi? How could the official officer beat him? What's going on?"

The person next to him also happened to be his neighbor. He glanced at him and replied, "You just came back but didn't know. A monk came when the sun was not set. He found a girl from An Laosi's house and said that this was a monster. An Laosi refused to admit it and said that it was his distant relative. You said that An Laosi was lonely and lonely all his life. Apart from adopting a child, where did he get relatives?"

The butcher nodded: "That's true. An Laosi is also confused and tells such a lie, but is this girl really a monster?"

The man nodded with fear: "At that time, the monk insisted on taking the monster away, but An Laosi refused. He knew that he must be unable to stubborn this monk, so he asked someone to report to the official. The monk was calm and waited for the official to come. Later, the official came, but the monk had already used the means to make the monster show his ears and tail, so the official wanted to arrest the monster. But the monk was so revengeful, and he instructed the official to find an incision of gold and two incisions of silver that the official had just stolen from An Laosi's house. Now An Laosi's crime was a big deal. He colluded with the monster to steal the ku silver, and he was afraid that he would be beaten to death."

The butcher was surprised when he heard this: "I didn't expect that An Laosi usually looks quite honest and actually covers up monsters for money. What if this harms people!"

The man agreed: "That's right, this kind of person deserves to be beaten to death."

Both of them were An Laosi's neighbors. When they talked about it, they did not feel pitiful to An Laosi at all, as if they had become an unforgivable person as soon as they were involved in the monster.

On the other hand, Anyang's speed was so fast that his neighbors could not catch up with him. When he arrived, he happened to see this scene.

The monk put his hands together, his eyes were completely merciless, and he said, "Amitabha, monsters are originally harmful, but the old man is obsessed with it. For money, he also obstructed me many times. If he does not punish him to serve as a warning, everyone will do this in the future, and it will become the source of chaos."

When the official heard this, he was even more serious about the attack. He didn't realize that the old man under him had stopped moving.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed in the sky, and with a puff sound, a silver spear had pierced his chest and nailed it to the ground. The force flew in unknown amounts, and it went directly into the bluestone slab for more than a foot. The blood flowed down the gun body, but it was not stained at all. Until it flowed along the gaps of the bluestone slab, dyeing the ground red, and the body fell to the ground along the gun body.

A burst of exclamations rang around!

The movements in the other official's hand became stiff. He pulled out the long sword from his waist with a sound. The blade trembled in the air. He looked around nervously, but could not find the enemy there.

For a while, the sound of long swords being unsheathed was heard, and the officials were as if they were facing a great enemy.

Even the monk frowned, took two steps back, and looked around with the wooden bowl.

The onlookers were almost forced to move away by a powerful force. A figure wearing a light green scholar's robe walked into the open space, as if he was weak, but ignored the Guanchai holding the knife, walked straight to the corpse, grabbed Xueliang's gun and pulled it out. His face was gloomy, and the muscles on his arm suddenly increased. Before another Guanchai who had hit the old man could react, he shot it out. He saw a afterimage mixed with blood, and Guanchai's throat was broken.

puff!

The onlookers were in an uproar. Those who didn't know him were amazed at the man's force, while those who knew him were all unbelievable.

Isn’t this An Xiucai? He is a scholar, why...

The next second, everyone scattered!

The monk also frowned and looked at Anyang, asking solemnly: "Who is the donor? Why did he suddenly kill the injured official? Is he trying to protect this monster?"

Anyang had no time to pay attention to him, and he shook off the blood on the spear with a gloomy face. He pressed the switch to shrink it, and disappeared in his hand the next second.

His eyes swept over several officials like an eagle, and briefly stopped his eyes on the sinister monk. Then he turned around and walked to the old man, touched his pulse, and quickly turned him over carefully. He saw that his face was bloodless and his lips were blue. It was a sign of death, but his lips were still trembling and his lips were trying to say something.

Anyang immediately came over.

"This... this girl... is not bad, quite, very pitiful, take care of her."

Anyang straightened up and pursed his lips without saying anything. At that moment, he seemed to see more from the old man's eyes, but his heartbeat stopped the next second.

"hiss……"

Anyang took a deep breath, lowered his head, and just met a pair of tear-eyed eyes. The furry ears and a weak and panicked look were particularly pitying, but it also marked that she was not a human.

The remaining officials began to retreat. The ability of the weapon in his hand to suddenly disappear was too terrifying. I thought of the spear like a divine weapon. Not only did it cut iron like mud, but it pierced an officer and soldier's chest and nailed it to the ground with one shot. It was also made of silver-white and bright, and it did not take up blood. It could also become longer and shorter, which was absolutely unparalleled.

How can such a person be able to fight against?

Until Anyang turned around, spread his palms, and then he held them again, a Tang sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, with a terrible calm face.

Finally, his body moved and rushed over like thunder. Several officials saw a blue figure passing by themselves. A silver-white light flashed in front of his eyes, and a chill came from his throat, which could only make horrible twitching sounds.

Even if there is a lifting blade, the blade is also neatly cut off.

When he stopped, the hem of the scholar's robe was stained with blood, and all the officials present fell to the ground, and the blood was completely stained with red ground. Only him and a shocked monk could stand.

So he turned the blade and rushed towards the monk without saying a word.

"The madman who cares about human life dares to be presumptuous in front of me!"

The monk was so scared that he took a few steps back, but he still shouted loudly. At the same time, with a wave of his sleeve, a golden light flashed in front of him.

Anyang felt like his body was hitting a wall, but the wall was relatively soft, as if it was restraining him. He gritted his teeth, and the power in his body exploded unstoppable, breaking through the constraints and continuing to rush towards the monk. The long sword instantly cut his hand that was still sealing. Blood surged wildly, and the monk's face suddenly turned red, and a sharp blade had already hit his neck.

"Madman, why don't I let go of the monk? Otherwise, I will definitely throw you into the eighteenth level of hell!"

An Yang's eyes turned cold, and the veins in his hand burst out. The short-term explosive force directly cut off the monk's neck, and blood was like a fountain.

"You dare to be stubborn when you die. People like you are also worthy of practicing Buddhism!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the body beneath him shrank sharply and turned into a scarecrow wrapped in his clothes. The wooden bowl rolled on the ground and stopped at his feet. At the same time, a sinister sound came from afar.

"It's not certain who dies. Even if you escape to the ends of the world, I will definitely find you!"

"The Monk!"

Anyang expressed his disdain that the Taoist monks in this world are not capable of moving mountains and seas, nor are they cultivators who can fight to the darkness of the sky. They are just weird methods and are okay to ordinary people. They usually do evil devil monks who can do evil by placing magic spells. Don’t say he will not be afraid, but no one who practices martial arts or generals of the court will be afraid.

If this demon monk comes to the door again, it will be a bullet. If one doesn't work, then two.

Turning his head, Xiaochan was kneeling silently on the ground, holding the old man's body, a fiery red tail drooped on the ground, already stained with blood, and all the hairs were formed.

The kind neighbor who arrived was stunned.

Anyang was speechless. He walked over to the little girl, picked up the old man's body and walked out of the city step by step. He only said thank you to her when he passed by the neighbor, but scared her very much.

He has only been in this world for a few days and should have no feelings for the old man, but the system has implanted a lot of information about his life experience. This old man treats him well. He is so sad that he is so heartless that he will feel a little sad. What's funny is that he was thinking a few days ago that the old man will leave a year later. He didn't expect that this problem would not exist today.

If he had come back early, he wouldn't have died, right?
Chapter completed!