Since leaving the Shennong tribe, Huaxi flew all the way and soon entered the mountains and seas. However, he did not go to the border city, but came to a small mountain village on the border. In the middle of this small mountain village, a huge nameless stone statue stood.

At this moment, Hua Xi stood quietly in the air, looking at the stone statue below, and was silent for a long time. He couldn't help but sigh. Since the invasion of the beast tide, the people in the mountains and seas have not had a peaceful life, especially in the border areas, where their wives and children are separated and the people are living in poverty.

Although the economy and population of these small towns and villages have recovered after years of development, at first glance, the village is still a bit bleak. There are not many people walking around on the streets. Only the white-headed old man next to the square sips of old dry tobacco from time to time, and then smiles and tells the stories of the past to the children around him.

"Grandpa, grandpa, do you think there are really immortals in this world?" One of the sagging boys grabbed the old man's arm, shook it gently a few times, and said in a slight voice.

The old man took a sip of cigarettes, spit out a few smoke rings, then took a few breaths like a windmill, and said with a smile: "Of course there is."

"Then have you seen an immortal?" Another little boy crawled over and asked with his big eyes.

The old man pretended to be mysterious, picked up the old cigarette gun and knocked it on the ground a few times, and said with a smile: "Of course I've seen it."

As he said that, he pointed to the stone statue behind him, was silent a little, and said respectfully: "Did you see it? This is the patron saint of our village, he is a respected immortal."

"Wow......"

When the old man heard the words, the children around him opened their mouths and sighed. Although it was a story that they had heard many times, they just couldn't get tired of listening. After all, they were a real immortal.

"What's his name? Are he from our village?"

The old man lit the old dry tobacco again, took a deep sip, shook his head and smiled: "Children asking for what they are doing, be careful, I will sue your adults, and I won't beat your butt when I go back."

As soon as the old man said this, the children around him shrank their necks, obviously they were a little afraid of what he said.

"You little greedy cats, have all dispersed. Grandpa didn't bring any candy today." The old man touched the three strands of white on his chin, leaned against the south wall, and waved his hands with a smile.

Looking at the old man's empty hands, the children around him stuck out their tongues, stood up, patted the soil on their bodies, and walked towards their respective homes.

"Let's grow long, and in a few years, you can go to Tongcheng to register." The old man stood up tremblingly with the earthen wall, looked at the stone statue in the square, knocked a few cigarette guns, and then carried his hands on his back, ready to return to his home.

"I wonder if the old man, is this stone statue in the village really the immortal who flies to the sky and escapes from the earth?"

Just as the old man raised his feet, a man's voice suddenly sounded behind him. For some reason, the sound seemed a bit familiar, but after thinking about it, he couldn't remember when he had heard it.

"Haha, how could I laugh? The owner of this stone statue is an immortal, he is the guardian of our village." The old man said proudly.

Hearing this, the man smiled faintly, and after a moment of silence, he whispered: "He is not a village."

The guardian of the Son, you can live your happy life today entirely through your hard work, and it has nothing to do with others... Your soul will always be there."

As soon as the man finished speaking, the old man's whole body trembled violently, and the crutches in his hand slid from his hand involuntarily.

After a long time, he slowly turned around. When he saw the figure standing in front of the stone statue, he raised his hand and said excitedly: "My benefactor...you are really back..."

The man smiled slightly and said, "The old man is laughing. I can't afford the word "benefactor".

The old man's turbid eyes flashed slightly, and his eyes looked up and down. After a while, he raised his trembling palm, gently wiped the corners of his eyes, and sighed: "I didn't expect that I will see my benefactor again in my lifetime. Please accept my benefactor's greeting."

As he said that, he put away his gun, quickly tidied up his clothes, and then he wanted to kneel down to the ground.

Seeing this, he sighed lightly, raised his palm slightly, and stopped the old man, and then said, "How dare I accept such a great gift from the old man?"

Feeling an inexplicable force that prevented him from kneeling on the ground, the old man naturally knew that this was an immortal method. He pondered for a little while. He bowed slightly and said softly: "I and more than a hundred men and women in the village can survive until now. Thanks to my benefactor's rescue. When I see my benefactor today, I should have given me a great gift."

"Old sir, must not." The man shook his head and sighed again. He was Hua Xi who left the wilderness. The reason why he came to the border of mountains and seas was because when he was in Yangcheng, a shadow guard once looked for him and said that the village chief of the small village on the border wanted to meet him, so he came here.

After a little silence, Hua Xi slowly walked to the old man and said gently: "I heard that the old man wanted to see the younger man, so I came rashly. If you insist on worshiping me, then I will leave."

Hearing this, the old man quickly grabbed Hua Xi's sleeve and said, "Please forgive me for your kindness. I have no other intentions. I just want to thank my kindness in person."

"Since that's the case, there is no need to be polite." Hua Xi helped the old man sit down and smiled.

The old man had just sat down when something suddenly rang out and said hurriedly: "How can I sit down? My benefactor must have not eaten yet. Wait for me to greet my old and young people in the village to make some food to welcome my benefactor."

"You old man, don't be so polite. I have important things to do when I come here this time. Once I meet you, I will leave here. Don't bother the brothers in the village." Hua Xi shook his head and smiled.

"How can this be? My benefactor comes all the way, how can he let his benefactor leave hungry? He should eat some food before talking about it." The old village chief quickly refused.

Seeing that he was so stubborn, Hua Xi sighed helplessly, pondered for a moment, and chuckled: "Old sir, I really have important things to do, so there is no need for food."

Hearing Hua Xi's refusal again, the old village chief had to stop forcing him. He then looked up at him and sighed: "Since my benefactor has important things, I will stop forcing me. But I have something to do, so please benefactor must inform me. Otherwise, even if I die, I will not be able to close my eyes tightly."

Hua Xi frowned, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Sir, please tell me, as long as you can, I will do my best to help you achieve your wish."

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The old village chief coughed a few times and said with a faint smile: "Don't worry, benefactor, this matter is not difficult, I just want to ask the benefactor to announce his name."

Hearing this, Hua Xi raised his head slightly, looked at the stone statue, and showed a bitterness on his face. He saved these people not for these false names. Even if he left a name and was admired by all generations, what's the point?

Leaving a name will only cause a lot of trouble to the village. Let’s not talk about the future. If they knew that the patron saint of their village was the peak powerhouse of the mountains and seas, they would inevitably feel arrogant. Over time, they might cause trouble.

This cannot be blamed on Hua Xi for being too worried. It’s just that human nature is like this. Instead of disturbing their lives, it’s better to hide your identity and perhaps be able to exchange them for peace forever.

After a little later, Hua Xi smiled slightly and said slowly: "Old sir, I heard that you are a famous wise man in a radius of hundreds of miles. I believe my true identity can be understood by a little. If I tell you the name, it will certainly be safe in this village for a while, but it may not be a good thing in the long run. I will say so, sir should be able to understand."

The old village chief was a little stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect Hua Xi to say this. But after some deep thought, he also saw the pros and cons. If the other party's origin is really extraordinary, then exposing his identity may not be a good thing, let alone, this so-called patron saint is their wishful thinking.

"I don't know what to do if I say this..."

"Old sir, when encountering the situation in the past, anyone with a conscience should help. If the younger generation is unvirtuous and incompetent, how dare they be called the name of the guardian god? In my opinion, the true guardian god is the thought of everyone's desire for peace." Hua Xi smiled slightly and continued, "The so-called retreat is the way of heaven."

The old village chief next to him slowly stood up and whispered to himself: "The Way of Heaven..."

Hua Xi nodded, looked at the stone statue in front of him, and smiled and said, "Today, we met with you, but this stone statue was not built for anyone, but for every person in the world who yearns for peace. I heard that the village has not been named, so why not just call it peace."

The old village chief looked at Hua Xi, turned around and looked at the square, and whispered: "Ping An, Ping An Village... OK, as Mr. En said, starting today, the village will be called Ping An Village."

Hua Xi smiled faintly and said, "Old sir, it's noon soon. Go back and rest quickly. It's time for me to leave."

"My benefactor..." The old village chief's eyes trembled slightly, staring at Hua Xi.

"It's cold, please go back quickly." Hua Xi said gently.

The old village chief looked at Hua Xi deeply, tidied up his clothes again, then bowed respectfully, and said in a trembling voice: "I thanked you for your kindness."

Hua Xi sighed lightly, immediately raised his palm and grabbed it in the void. Suddenly, a bloody light fell on the stone statue in the square like lightning. In an instant, a red light shone.

Looking at the light gradually blending into the stone statue, Hua Xi did not hesitate and immediately raised his foot and walked forward. He seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact he was extremely fast. "Although I dare not be this guardian saint, this stone statue can keep a thousand miles of land safe and sound for a hundred years. After a hundred years, I can do it myself..."
Chapter completed!