Chapter 254 Fox Demon Xiaochan

The door of the old man's house was originally a remote place close to the city. There was no road. There was only a small alley. During the day, few people could pass by here. It was very noisy. There was a blank space in the middle of the crowd. There were several officials and a monk standing inside. The two officials beat and kicked around the old man.

The old man was bruised all over, but he still protected a little girl under him.

"Don't fight, stop fighting, I'll go with you, I'll go with you!"

"He's very old, please don't beat him again!"

"Fight again... beat him again and he will die!"

Xiaochan came from under the old man with a crying voice, which caused the onlookers to be unbearable for a while, but when they saw her looming fox tail and fluffy ears under the old man, the unbearableness in anyone's eyes was swept away. Sora, and instead sighed at the old man's stubbornness.

"Are you saying this An Lao Si is an idiot, he even adopted a monster as a granddaughter, and was chased by a high-ranking monk, he has to protect the monster, now it's alright, the government regards him as a gang of monsters, this old man Even if the bones don't die here, they will die in prison."

"I heard that since the monster came, An Laosi's tea shop has not opened, and two ingots of silver and one ingot of gold have been found in the house. The gold happened to be stolen by the government. Two days ago, people saw that An Xiucai gave it to him. I threw a piece of gold after watching the play, and I don’t know which big family this monster stole it from!”

"Well, the fourth An Lao is also pitiful. If only I had handed over this monster earlier, maybe the eminent monk wouldn't bother with him, and he wouldn't suffer such a big crime at such a young age."

"I remembered. My house lost a piece of cloth last night. Do you think it was stolen by this monster?"

"Steal it or not, you'll find out later when you go to An Lao Si's house to find you. Anyway, An Lao Si is finished, and his useless adopted son, I'm afraid he won't be able to keep this house."

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The official's fists and feet hit the old man with a thud, Xiao Chan's mournful cries resounded all around, and the old man gradually became silent, only trying to protect the little girl under him.

The monk was wearing a monk's robe, but there was a thin scar at the corner of his left eye, which added a sense of yin to him. Holding a wooden bowl in his hand, he was calmly looking at the old man and Xiaochan.

A butcher suddenly squeezed to the front from the crowd. Looking at this scene, he couldn't bear it for a while, and asked to the side, "Isn't this An Lao Si? Why did the official beat him? What's going on?"

The person next to him happened to be his neighbor, glanced at him, and replied, "You didn't know when you just came back. Before the sun went down, a monk came and pulled out a girl from An Lao Si's house and said that she was a monk. Monster, An Lao Si refused to admit it, saying it was his distant relative, you said that An Lao Si was lonely all his life, except for the adoption of a child back then, where is his relative?"

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

The man nodded with lingering fears: "At that time, the monk insisted on taking the monster away, but An Lao Si refused. He knew that he would definitely not be able to stand up to this monk, so he asked someone to report to the official. The monk was calm and just waited. The official messenger came, but the official messenger came later, but the monk had already used the means to make the monster show its ears and tail, so the official messenger naturally wanted to arrest the monster. But the monk was very revengeful, and he instructed the official messenger from the four families of An Lao. I found one ingot of gold and two ingots of silver that had just been stolen from the government, and now An Lao Si is guilty of a serious crime, colluding with monsters to steal the treasury silver, I am afraid that he will be beaten to death."

The butcher was surprised: "I didn't expect that this An Lao Si usually looks very honest, but he actually protected the monster for money. What if this hurts people!"

The man took it seriously: "That's right, this kind of person deserves to be killed."

Both of them are neighbors of An Lao Si, and when they talk about it at this time, they have no pity for An Lao Si at all, as if he becomes a heinous person as long as he is involved with monsters.

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

The monk clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, monsters are originally harmful things, and the old man is paranoid and obsessed. He protects monsters for money, and he also obstructs poor monks many times. All people are like this, and they will become the source of disaster.”

Hearing this, the officer made his attack even harder, but he didn't realize that the old man under him had stopped moving.

A silver light suddenly flashed in the sky, and with a pop, a long silver spear had pierced his chest and was nailed to the ground. I don’t know how strong it was, but it went directly into the bluestone slab more than a foot, and the blood ran along the gun’s mortar. The mortar flowed down, but was not stained at all, until it flowed along the cracks of the bluestone slabs, dyeing the ground red, and the corpse fell to the ground along the gun body.

There was an exclamation all around!

The other officer's hands stiffened, and he pulled out the long knife around his waist with a slamming sound. The blade trembled in the air. He looked around nervously, but couldn't find the enemy there.

For a while, the sound of the long sword being unsheathed was incessant, and the officials were like a formidable enemy.

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

The onlookers were almost forced to move away by a powerful force, and a figure dressed in a light cyan scholar's robe walked into the open space, as if he could not help but ignore the officer with the knife, and went straight to the corpse. He grabbed the sharp body of the gun and pulled it out. His face was gloomy, and the muscles on his arms suddenly swelled. Before another official who was beating the old man had reacted, he picked it up and saw an afterimage mixed with it. With blood on it, the officer has had his throat cut off.

puff!

The onlookers were in an uproar, those who didn't know him were amazed at the strength of this man, and those who knew him were all in disbelief.

Isn't this An Xiucai, he is a scholar, how...

In the next second, everyone dispersed!

The monk also frowned and looked at Anyang, and asked solemnly, "Who is the benefactor, and why did you suddenly kill the officer, is it because you want to cover up this monster?"

Anyang didn't have the time to pay attention to him, he threw off the blood on the spear with a gloomy face, pressed the switch to shrink it, and disappeared in his hand in the next second.

His eyes swept across several officials like a falcon, and then stopped his gaze on the sullen monk for a short time. Then he turned and walked to the old man's side. He felt his pulse, and quickly turned it over carefully. Seeing that his face was bloodless and his lips were black, it was a sign of dying, but his lips were trembling and he wanted to say something.

Anyang suddenly leaned over.

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

Anyang straightened up and pursed his lips without speaking. At that moment, he seemed to see more in the eyes of the old man, but the next second his heartbeat stopped.

"hiss……"

Anyang took a deep breath and lowered her head, just in line with a pair of tearful eyes. Those fluffy ears and a weak and panicked expression were particularly pitiful, but they also indicated that she was not a human being.

The rest of the officials began to retreat in their hearts. The sudden disappearance of the weapon in their hands was too terrifying, and then they thought of the long spear like a magic weapon. The chests of officers and soldiers are nailed to the ground, and the material is silver and white, and the blood does not take up, and it can be lengthened and shortened.

Such people, how can they be enemies?

Until Anyang turned around, spread out his palm, and held it again, a Tang saber appeared out of thin air in his hand, and his face was terribly calm.

Finally, his body moved, and he rushed over like a thunderbolt. A few officials saw a cyan figure passing by him. The silver-white light flashed in front of his eyes, and a chill came from his throat. Tracheal twitching.

Even if the blade was raised, the blade was cut off neatly.

When he stopped, the hem of the scholar's robe had been dyed red with blood, and all the officials at the scene fell to the ground, the blood completely dyed the ground, and only he and an angry monk could still stand.

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

"A madman who is so careless about his life, he still dares to be presumptuous in front of a poor monk!"

The monk was so frightened that he took a few steps back, but he shouted loudly, and at the same time he waved his sleeves, and there was a flash of golden light in front of him.

Anyang felt as if his body had hit a wall, but the wall was relatively soft, as if restraining him. As soon as he gritted his teeth, the strength of his whole body exploded unstoppably, breaking through the shackles abruptly and continuing to rush. To the monk, the long knife instantly slashed and cut off his hand that was still in the knot. The blood surged, the monk's face immediately flushed red, and a sharp blade was already around his neck.

"Crazy, hurry up and release the poor monk, or the poor monk will definitely cast you into the eighteenth hell!"

Anyang's eyes turned cold, and the veins in his hands burst out. The short-term explosive force directly cut off the monk's neck, and the blood gushed for a while.

"You dare to speak stubbornly when death is imminent. People like you are also worthy of cultivating Buddha!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the voice fell, the corpse under him shrank sharply, and turned into a scarecrow wrapped in clothes. The wooden bowl rolled on the ground twice and stopped at his feet. At the same time, a sinister voice came from a distance.

"It's not certain who will die. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, the poor monk will definitely find you!"

"Monster!"

Anyang expressed his disdain. The cultivators in this world are not capable of moving mountains and overturning the sea, nor are they cultivators who can fight to the end of the darkness. They are just weird, and they are okay for ordinary people. He would not be afraid, but not any martial arts practitioner or court general.

If this demon monk comes to the door again, it will be a matter of one bullet, if one does not work, then two.

Turning her head, Xiaochan was silently kneeling on the ground and hugging the old man's body. A fiery red tail was drooping on the ground, already stained with blood, and her hair was all in a ball.

The kind-hearted neighbors who just arrived were stunned.

Anyang was silent, walked over the little girl, picked up the old man's body and walked out of the city step by step, only thanked her when he passed by the neighbor, but she was very frightened.

He has only been in this world for a few days. He should have no feelings for the old man, but the system has implanted him with a lot of information about his life experience. Sadness, the funny thing is that a few days ago he was still thinking about what would happen to the old man after he passed away a year later, but he didn't expect that this problem would not exist today.

If he came back sooner, he wouldn't have died, right?

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