Withered yellow leaves fell all over the ground, and occasionally some were covered with snow.

Click! Click!

An old man walked past the street corner, his shoes making a crisp sound as he stepped on the leaves.

This is a monk, but his clothes are similar to those of ordinary old men, except that his bald head is particularly conspicuous.

He was a little tired, but his eyes were very bright, and the occasional wrinkles on his forehead were very beautiful.

There was a lot of traffic and lights, and office workers were shuttled among the most luxurious buildings. Some were in a hurry, some were jogging while talking on the phone, and some took a break and bought a cup of hot milk tea.

This is life in a modern metropolis.

The old man looked a little crazy, like a countryman who had never seen the world, watching all this blankly.

Mobile phones, computers, subways... everything makes him feel fresh.

"Grandpa..." At this moment, a little girl ran over and looked at him timidly, her eyes full of innocence and without any dirt.

"Grandpa, mom said it's too cold, so I'll give this to you." She handed the old monk a cup of milk tea.

The old monk looked at his messy clothes and couldn't help but smile helplessly: "I am not a beggar."

But the little girl still insisted on giving him the milk tea.

The old monk took the milk tea, and his hand felt warm: "My child, you are destined to Buddha, and you are also destined to me."

He patted the girl's head gently. The little girl seemed to understand but felt that the old monk was very kind. She said goodbye obediently.

"It's great... There are still such clean children in the human world. Then there is hope. May the Holy Son protect us and others."

He took a sip of milk tea and frowned, not because it was too sweet, not because it tasted too bad, not because it was too hot, but because it was dirty.

"When people in the world drink these things, no wonder their internal organs accumulate toxins. Unfortunately, the Buddha is not omnipotent, and the Holy Son is not omnipresent."

He threw the cup of milk tea into the trash can.

The old monk is a guardian of the saints. If anyone knows him, they will definitely be shocked, because this is the most mysterious person in the Buddhist temple on the top of the mountain.

For three hundred years, he never came down the mountain.

He always guards the image of the Son.

The relationship between the Buddhist sect and the Buddhist sect is very close, and can almost be said to be one body, unlike that between the Chi family and the Yunxing clan, who only met later.

The guardians of Buddhism are the people from the mountains.

The book said that the Holy Son would come to the world, so the guardians of the Holy Son began to wait in the world.

The Guardian of the Saint is not a person, but a title. They have been waiting for him since tens of thousands of years ago.

Generation after generation, person after person, each defender of the Saint is in the temple on the top of the mountain, guarding the Buddha statue of the Holy Son year after year, and then feels the passage of his own life.

They spend their lives doing nothing but guarding the Holy Son.

The Son is light.

This generation of saint guardians is very lucky, because at the end of his life, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly returns.

This is Jiang Night Market. The old monk came down from the mountain to go to the Chi family.

He doesn't want to stay in this world any longer, because it will contaminate his eyes, contaminate his body, and prevent him from feeling the light.

But this time, he had to go down the mountain.

Not only because of the Chi family, but also because of the witch.

He raised his head, and the wind blew his gray eyebrows, giving him a sense of holiness.

He looked at a certain area that had just experienced a thunder tribulation. I am afraid that everyone in Jiangye Market knew that there were people there who were overcoming the tribulation and trying to achieve a certain Taoist state.

Whether the monk succeeded or failed was not his concern.

Just when the thunderstorm was at its most intense, he saw a hint of darkness, darkness within the light.

It was evil spirit, and it was not an ordinary evil spirit, it was an extremely obscure and dark evil spirit.

Darker than light.

Because light is all colors, dimmer than light, only the breath of the witch.

The Saint Guardian moved his steps and walked in one direction.

His steps were unhurried and every step was regular. He arrived at a hotel and hesitated at the door because he had never entered a revolving door.

…

In the room, Qi Chen was applying medicine to Suisui, but her talent for light was too good, so by the time Qi Chen applied the medicine, the wound on the other party was already very superficial.

"If my neck is broken in the future, can I recover quickly?" Suisui said with a smile. She saw that Qi Chen had recovered, so she smiled brightly, even showing her gums.

She is the only one who understands Qi Chen best in the world, so she can poke his heart into his heart with just a few words and make him go into a frenzy.

"Nonsense, how could you break your neck? It could only be a stiff neck." Qi Chen grinned.

"Qi Chen, can we go back?"

"It's all here..."

"What you said was too perfunctory."

Boom, boom, boom!

Just as the brother and sister were bickering, someone knocked on the door.

He knocked on the door politely, not loudly, and knocked three times regularly.

Not a waiter.

This was Qi Chen's first reaction, because there was a doorbell at the door.

He walked over, took a look into the cat's eyes, and saw a pair of very clean eyes.

Monk?

Qi Chen frowned, but he didn't feel uneasy because he had already reached the Zhongdao realm. Although he had not studied this realm yet, he knew that at least in this world, very few people could pose a threat to him so far.

The door opened.

The old monk raised his head and smiled slightly: "The poor monk comes from the Buddhist sect, okay? My little friend has a fate with the Buddha."

Then, he took another look and said in surprise: "Donor, you have such strong merits. With the merits added to your body, you can almost condense it into a small holy body."

The Guardian was a little surprised.

Then, he took another look, his expression a little horrified.

"No, these merits and qualities are too high." He even suspected that he had met the Holy Son, but based on the Saint Guardian's experience in guarding the Holy Son's statue over the years, this person could not be the Holy Son.

The Holy Son is flawless, but this person has flaws in his eyes, but after all, his merits are too amazing.

All such people are good people and help others.

Qi Chen laughed inwardly, but the expression on his face did not change at all: "Why did the master of the Buddhist sect come?"

"I came here to find the witch." The Saint Guardian arrived directly.

Qi Chen's face darkened and he blocked the opponent's view with his body: "Master, there are no witches here."

"My name is Saint Guardian." The old monk said softly.

The expression on Qi Chen's face became stiff.

After reading books in the maintenance office for so long, he didn't know anything about the Guardian of the Saint.

These three characters represent the most mysterious person in Buddhism.

A person who has always existed, a person who has never been seen before.

After a pause for his body, the Saint Guardian squeezed into the room and saw Chi Suisui.

The Saint Guardian's eyes remained calm, but there was a halo of light in the inner circle of his pupils.

Under his gaze, the aura in Suisui's body was involuntarily stimulated, spreading out of her skin bit by bit.

"What are you doing? !" Qi Chen scolded.

The Saint Guardian looked away, frowned, and seemed a little confused: "I'm looking for the witch."

"I told you, there are no witches here."

Qi Chen held Suisui's hand.

"I'm not a witch." Suisui said firmly.

"Impossible, I saw the aura of a witch before...so you are a witch."

"Why are you so arrogant, old bald donkey!" Qi Chen looked at the other party warily.

The guardian of the saint shook his head: "I'm not messing around, I did see the shadow of the witch."

"So, I want to take her away."

"She's not a witch, why do you think she is?"

The Saint Guardian paused and explained: "If my guess is correct, then she is the little girl of the Chi family back then. The reason why I can't see her evil spirit now is because of you."

"I finally understand why the witch has been able to hide in the world for so long."

"Everything is because of you." The Guardian looked at Qi Chen, "You thought you and her were as close as brothers and sisters, but you didn't know that the demon girl was using your merits to hide her extraordinary evil aura."

"She is bright all over, she is very transparent, she is very clean, all of this was created by you."

"Donor, she is using you."

"She hid her evil spirit in the light."

"She's hiding behind you, so we can't see her."

"Have you ever seen that under certain circumstances, there will be black mist inside her body, which is evil spirit."

The hair on Qi Chen's back stood on end. He suddenly remembered that at home before, the Buddha's voice came and there were traces of black mist on Suisui.
Chapter completed!