The yellow leaves fell to the ground, and occasionally some were covered in snow.

Click!

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

This is a monk, but he is dressed like an ordinary old man, but the bald head is particularly conspicuous.

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

The traffic is busy, the lights are bright, and those office workers shuttle through the most luxurious buildings, some are in a hurry, some are trotting on the phone, and some are busy and buy a cup of hot milk tea.

This is life in a modern metropolis.

The old man looked a little stupid, as if he had never seen the world, and looked at all this blankly.

Mobile phones, computers, subways...... Everything made him feel fresh.

"Grandpa......" At this moment, a little girl ran over and looked at him timidly, her eyes full of innocence and no dirt.

"Grandpa, Mom said the weather was too cold, this is for 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'm not a beggar. ”

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

The old monk took the milk tea, and his hand was warm: "Child, you have a Buddha fate, and you also have a fate with me." ”

He patted the girl's head gently, the little girl seemed to understand whether she understood or not, but she felt that the old monk was very kind, and she said goodbye obediently.

"That's nice...... If there are such clean children in the human world, then there is hope, may the Son bless us. ”

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

"People in the world, drinking these things, can it be that all the internal organs have accumulated toxins, but unfortunately, the Buddha is not omnipotent, and the Holy Son is not omnipresent. ”

He threw the cup of milk tea in the trash.

The old monk is a guardian of the saints, and if anyone knows him, they will be terrified, because this person is the most mysterious person in the mountaintop temple of the Buddha Sect.

For 300 years, he did not descend the mountain.

He always guarded the icon of the Son.

The relationship between Buddhism and Buddhism is very close, and it can almost be said to be one, unlike the Chen family and the Star Clan, who only met later.

The defenders of Buddhism are the people of the mountains.

It says that the Son will come to earth, and the Guardians of the Holy Saint will begin to wait in the world.

The Guardian is not a person, but a title, and they have been waiting for it since tens of thousands of years ago.

Generation after generation, one person after another, each guardian of the Holy Son was in the temple on the top of the mountain, guarding the Buddha statue of the Son year after year, and then feeling the passage of his life.

They don't do anything all their lives, just to guard the Shengming.

The Son is the light.

This generation of Guardians was very lucky, because at the end of his life, suddenly the aura of heaven and earth returned.

This is Jiangshui City, and the old monk came down from the mountain to go to Chen's house.

He didn't want to stay in the world for long, because it would pollute his eyes, pollute his body, and prevent him from feeling the light.

This time, though, he had to go down.

Not only because of the Chen family, but also because of the demon girl.

He raised his head, and the wind blew his gray brows, and there was a holiness.

He looked at a certain area, which had just experienced the Thunder Tribulation, and I was afraid that the people in the entire Jiangshui City knew that there were people there who were crossing the Tribulation, and they were going to achieve the Copper Skin Realm.

The monk's success or failure was not his concern.

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

It was demonic energy, and it was not an ordinary demonic energy, it was an extremely obscure and extremely dark demonic energy.

Dimmer than light.

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

The Guardian shifted his steps and walked in one direction.

His steps were unhurried, every step was regular, and he came to a hotel and hesitated at the door, for he had not entered the revolving door.

……

In the room, Lu Feng was applying the medicine to Manman, but her light talent was too good, so when Lu Feng applied the medicine, the other party's wound was already very shallow.

"If my neck is broken in the future, can I recover quickly?" said with a long smile, she saw that Lu Feng had recovered, so she smiled so brightly that even her gums were exposed.

She is the only one in the world who knows Lu Feng best, so she can poke his heart in a few words, and it will make him fall into mania.

"Nonsense, how can you break your neck, only it is possible to fall into a stiff neck. Lu Feng grinned.

"Lu Feng, let's go back, okay. ”

"It's all coming......"

"What you said is too perfunctory. ”

Knock knock!

Just as the brother and sister were arguing, there was a knock on the door.

The knock was polite, not loud, and there were three regular knocks.

Not a waiter.

This was Lu Feng's first reaction, because there was a doorbell at the door.

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

Monk?

Lu Feng frowned, but he was not uneasy in his heart, because he had already reached the Copper Skin Realm, although he was not right yet