I don’t know how long time has passed, and the old man has long forgotten whether he had any relatives in the ancient world.

When he came to Beiqi, in his opinion, the two little guys Xiaohei picked up from the back mountain were his granddaughters.

He would not be happy with anyone who dared to take advantage of his granddaughter. If he was not happy, he would inevitably take action.

The old man looked up at the monk's back and murmured to himself: "It's windy and snowy, wouldn't it be good for you to stay in the temple and practice? You have to come to the imperial city of Northern Qi."

After passing through several alleys, the old man followed the monk to the outside of an inn.

Watching the monk enter the inn, the old man stood quietly under the eaves across the street, looking at the passers-by from a distance without even being able to see the old man's face.

When he lowered his head, the bamboo hat on his head blocked all his breath.

The monk went straight into the inn and reached the backyard. He opened a door and looked at a middle-aged man inside and said, "Brother, I found the murderer."

Sitting in the room were four middle-aged men, not wearing monk robes, but wearing cyan and gray leather jackets like the vendors in the Northern Qi Dynasty.

If it weren't for the inch-long black hair, even the old man would have thought that these four people were businessmen from Northern Qi.

The middle-aged man wearing a fine woolen jacket looked at the happy expression on the young monk's face, sighed and said: "You???????????????? You can't get it wrong.

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The young monk said softly: "It's not wrong. The young man is holding a girl, and there is an old man in the house. This is the same information provided by the brothers."

The middle-aged man said nothing more, but turned to look at the other three companions and said coldly: "The Chinese New Year is almost here, we should go back to the temple."

Another middle-aged man said coldly: "This young man is a human devil. He not only injured the abbot but also destroyed the Buddhist instruments. We cannot keep him alive."

Another middle-aged man in a black coat patted the table and said: "How can I have time to take the four of them back to the temple to meet the abbot? What if something happens on the way?"

The first middle-aged man wearing a gray sheep's coat clapped his hands and said quietly: "Take the head away from the imperial city first, and then...take the head back to the temple on the way."

"Just do as your senior brother says."

The young monk gritted his teeth and replied: "No one can do this to Baiyu Temple. We are doing justice for heaven and subduing demons. Buddha will forgive us."

"Don't wait any longer. Finish the work earlier. Let's leave the imperial city today."

The middle-aged man in a gray jacket stood up, looked at the four people around him and said, "The third brother is going to check out this room and pack his luggage. Let's go find that boy now."

Snowflakes were slowly falling from the sky. It was almost noon, and it was time to have lunch.

The old man standing under the eaves opposite the inn had a lot of snowflakes falling on his coir raincoat and bamboo hat. He was not a snowman, but not even close.

I sighed silently in my heart, even though I wanted to keep one of you alive, you still refused to let go of those two little guys.

He also thought about taking four of his heads back to Baiyu Temple to deal with the evil abbot.

Raising his head and looking into the depths of the hazy sky, the old man sighed and said, "This matter has nothing to do with Xiao Hei. It is my own choice. They cannot hurt those two children."

The snow was still falling in the sky, and there was no voice from the old Taoist priest.

The old man smiled faintly: "If you don't reply, I will treat you as the master and you will acquiesce. After all, we still have to live here for a few years. We can't have people knocking on our door every three days, right?"

At this moment, five monks from Baiyu Temple had already paid their bills and left the inn.

They didn't call for a carriage, but walked into the wind and snow each wearing their raincoats and hats.

Perhaps in their opinion, they can only deal with the old men and young people in No. 17 first, and then look for the carriage out of the city.

A group of five people stepped on the thick snow, and their boots made a squeaking sound. The five people chatted softly from time to time, obviously feeling happy about the task they were about to complete.

After turning two alleys, I saw that beyond was Nanmen Alley where Xiao Hei was.

This is a secluded alley, and on one side of the alley is a closed shop. Apparently no one has been running it for a long time.

On the other side of the road is a lotus lake.

The lake surface had already frozen due to the wind and snow, and the only lotus leaves had long since turned into ice, swaying gently in the wind.

Just as the five monks were walking forward, a middle-aged man in a gray coat sensed the danger ahead.

"Stop!" the middle-aged man yelled, raising his head and looking forward.

But I saw a person on the street, whose face could not be seen clearly under the bamboo hat. From a distance, he must be an old man.

Even so, it made him feel wary.

Because he didn't know why an old man appeared in front of them in such a windy and snowy weather.

In silence, the middle-aged man walked forward and got closer. Although he couldn't see the old man's face clearly, he saw the old man's hands exposed in the cold wind.

The old shopkeeper standing on the street looked at the five people and smiled slightly.

He said quietly: "It's windy and snowy, wouldn't it be good for you to stay in the temple and practice? Do you have to cause trouble for others?"

The middle-aged man raised his hand and slowly stroked the bamboo hat on his head. The movement was very slow, as if the next moment he was going to treat the bamboo hat on his head as a life-threatening thing.

Weapon, kill the old man who is less than three feet in front of him.

However, I don't know why, but he did nothing at the moment.

Because he couldn't feel a breath from the old man standing in the wind and snow in front of him.

Such a person who dares to block himself in such weather is definitely not an ordinary person.

Because the other party could stand there without any defense against his group, blocking the path of the five people, he had to brace himself and carefully look at the old man in front of him.

The old man continued: "You have thoughts, and you have murderous intent in your body!"

The young monk following the middle-aged man is a proud figure of Baiyu Temple. How could he let an old man on the roadside teach him and his party a lesson?

So he took a step forward, looked at the old man and said coldly: "I came for that boy, for that little wolf, and for that girl. If you also went to Baiyu Temple with them..."

The old man said quietly: "I know you are from Baiyu Temple. Yes, I entered the mountain gate with you that day and saw your Buddhas shed tears."

The young monk's complexion changed slightly when he heard this. He didn't expect that the old man could see through the secrets of the five of them at a glance.

What's more, I didn't expect that the old man was the one who followed the young man that day, injured the abbot and destroyed all the Buddhist instruments.

He was originally timid, but he had no way out.

Instead, he shouted coldly: "Not only for the sake of the Buddhas, for the sake of the abbot master, but also for the sake of the brothers who were buried in the river, I will cut your corpses into thousands of pieces!"

The middle-aged man replied: "That's right, even if one life is worth one life, you can't bring back our dead junior brothers."

The old man shook his head and said calmly: "If you hadn't struck first that day, why would Xiao Hei have fought back? If you, the abbot, hadn't forced each other hard, why would those monks have died in the rushing river?"

The young monk looked stern. He did not expect that the old man would actually tell him about the grudges in Baiyu Temple that day, and he subconsciously became cautious.

Looking at the old man, he said in a deep voice: "Dianran knows that we are from Baiyu Temple, why do you dare to block my way?"

He didn't want to reason with the old man. In his opinion, he was reasonable and there was no need to talk to the old man in front of him.

If the old man in front of him doesn't know what's interesting, he can take out the long sword behind him and kill him with one strike!

The old man laughed and said calmly: "I have lived too long, and the longer I live, the more afraid I am of death. You all want to save me, so I have no choice but to come to see you."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man in a gray coat became more alarmed and silent for a while.

The young monk didn't bother to pay attention to the old man, but took a step forward and said: "Don't talk nonsense, come on!"

After saying that, he quietly took off the long sword wrapped in cloth. The long sword was slowly unsheathed, and a ray of light appeared in front of the old man.

Upon seeing this, the three middle-aged men behind him also took out the swords behind them.

As long as the man in gray gives the order, the four of them will rush forward and chop the old man down into the snow.

Seeing that his companion's sword had been unsheathed, the man in gray realized that there was nothing that could be done about the matter, so he could only sigh and said: "We are enemies."

The meaning couldn't be more obvious. Since they are enemies, there is only one outcome.

The old man looked at him and continued: "That matter seems to have something to do with me, because I didn't stop Xiao Hei from meeting your Buddhas, but I didn't expect that you would actually want to kill my two granddaughters."

After speaking, the old man raised his right palm and murmured to himself: "It's almost the New Year."

The middle-aged man understood this sentence, which means that the monks of Baiyu Temple don't even let people celebrate the New Year, so there is no need to go back.

For a moment, he had an illusion. The thin body of the old man in front of him suddenly grew taller, giving him a depressing illusion.

Holding back the shock in his heart, the middle-aged man said coldly: "There are five of us. Think about it carefully."

The old man looked at him quietly without speaking.

There was silence all around for a while, except for the falling snow from the sky falling on everyone's raincoats and bamboo hats.

The young monk couldn't wait any longer. He looked at the old man and shouted, "Let us send you back to the west first. We will pick up the young man and the two children later. Let's go together. Don't wait any longer."

The old man still didn't speak, but looked at the five people in front of him calmly.

The young monk's eyes were bloodshot. He raised the long sword in his hand and shouted in a concentrated voice: "Go to hell!"

After the words fell, the true energy in his body poured into the long sword like a tide, and then a terrifying sword energy slashed directly at the old man.

The technique came from the Tianjiao monk of Baiyu Temple, and was used by a Nascent Soul Realm powerhouse, with an aura of destruction.

The sword energy that the young monk slashed out carried a terrifying power. When the sword energy was slashed out, the other two middle-aged men behind him also slashed out the long knives in their hands.

The three of them, regardless of order, all waved to the old man standing quietly in the snow!

"Brother, let's do it together, don't let this old guy run away!"

"Kill him and we will go back to the temple to celebrate the New Year earlier!"
To be continued...