He uttered a sentence of Buddha's words that he didn't know where he heard—I don't know if it was Buddha's words, anyway, that sentence that he didn't know was serious enough to scare the old monk, and he ran away before he could recover. Who knows if he will chop himself with the Great Compassionate Chiba Palm when he wakes up.
The area of Hanshan Temple is not small, and there are countless Buddhist halls and pavilions. The old lady seemed to be listening to a famous monk preaching scriptures. For a while, she didn't know where Ruyi and the others went, so Li Yi wandered around the temple.
The temple fair lasted for three days. During these three days, there was an endless stream of tourists on the cold mountain, including believers who worshiped Buddha and offered incense, and young men and women who just wanted to enjoy plum blossoms.
Small vendors with a keen sense of smell have long spotted this opportunity, and have already occupied a place on the top of the mountain, selling some gadgets such as combs and wooden signs, claiming that these things are treasures opened by the eminent monks of Hanshan Temple. If you can't buy it with pennies, you will lose money, if you can buy it with ten pennies, you can't be fooled, and of course, you can't buy a comb with ten penny.
In addition, of course, food sellers are also indispensable. On a square far away from the plum blossom forest, a place has been cleared out. The vendors carrying burdens are next to each other, shouting "baozi" and "noodles" loudly. Go, it is said that it will sweep away the elegance of those nobles, and they will not be able to offend any young master or lady there.
A little fat man in brocade clothes ran over from the plum grove, threw down a handful of broken silver, and in a short while, ran into the forest with a lot of food.
Under a plum tree, a little girl about seven or eight years old is looking forward to it.
"Little Tang, eat." The little fat man ran over panting heavily, and put all the things he bought on the white cloth on the ground.
"Thank you brother." The little girl said sweetly, first picked up a bunch of candied fruit and handed it to the little fat man, and then sat there and started eating.
There are many children of this age in the forest. They come out with their families. Naturally, it is impossible for children to chant scriptures and worship Buddha quietly with adults. In order to prevent them from making noise in the temple, most of them will let their servants watch They, let them come to the Plum Blossom Forest to play by themselves.
At this time, several servants stood behind the two children, seeing the two young masters eating quietly, they chatted without saying a word.
"Hey, Fatty Li, you're here too!"
A few teenagers in brocade clothes quickly surrounded them as if they had discovered a new continent.
The little fat man sitting on the ground changed his expression first, and then puffed up his chest and said, "Chen Xiaotian, I don't want to fight with you today."
"Why do you keep eating every time I see you? I think you might as well stop calling yourself Li Yingcai and call yourself Li Fat Pig." The few people obviously had a grudge for a long time. The young man in brocade clothes looked at the things on the white cloth and said with a sneer : "Sure enough, it's Li Fat Pig. I'm afraid only pigs will eat these things."
"Brother..." The little girl nervously grabbed the corner of the fat man's clothes.
"Li Fat Pig, this is your sister. I thought everyone in your family was as fat as you!" He pulled the little girl's face, pointed to the ground and said, "This is real pig food."
How could a child endure such humiliation. The little fat man felt the blood go straight to his forehead, and he punched the young man in brocade clothes in the chest.
"You dare to strike him, hit him!" The young man in brocade clothes seemed to be waiting for this moment, and after dodging the punch, he immediately said loudly.
A few teenagers behind him immediately rushed up and pressed the little fat man to the ground.
The little girl at the side cried out with a frightened "Wow", and the faces of the servants changed. They were about to come over and pull them away, but they were blocked by the people who had been following the young man in brocade clothes.
There were quite a few people in the Merlin, and many people saw the scene here, seeing that it was just a few children playing around, they didn't take it seriously.
"Hey, Fatty Li, as long as you call me Grandpa, I'll let you go, how about it?" The young man in brocade clothes squatted down, patted the little fatty on the face and said.
"Call your grandson!"
After all, the little fat man had the upper hand in terms of size, turned over abruptly, and unexpectedly broke free from the several teenagers behind him, and with a tiger pounce, he crushed the brocade-clothed boy in front of him.
"If you are full, you will have the strength to beat you!"
With a loud cry, he clenched his fist and punched the young man in brocade clothes in the face.
Before his fist landed on the face of the boy in brocade clothes, a young man grabbed his arm from behind, threw him aside, helped the pale boy in brocade clothes up, and said obsequiously, "Master, are you alright?" ?”
Many people around frowned, it was nothing for a few children to play around, but it was a little too much for this young man to attack a child.
"Catch him here!" The young man in brocade clothes who was almost beaten by Li Yingcai just now said to the young man with a pale face, jumping his feet angrily.
"Stop!" Fatty's servants were firmly stopped, unable to rush forward, they could only shout anxiously.
Seeing the man walking towards him, the little fat man rubbed his blue wrist, stood up while supporting the tree, and stared at the man, his face full of unyielding expression.
"Who are they, they are so domineering in Hanshan Temple?" Someone around asked suspiciously.
"Keep your voice down, that's the young master of Chen Guogong's family. That little fat man is called Li Yingcai, and he should be the junior of Li Shilang's family."
"No wonder, these two families have had grievances for more than ten years, but it's just too shameless for a big man to attack a child."
"That should be the guards of Chen Guogong's family. There are only a few servants around the little fat man who don't know martial arts. This time he will suffer a loss, but after all, it's just a joke among the younger generation, and nothing serious will happen."
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There were a few people who didn't like the man's actions, but after hearing that the man was from Chen Guogong's mansion, they immediately stopped talking.
For most people, these words still carry a lot of weight.
The little fat man gritted his teeth, and when he saw the man's hand stretched out, he was about to rush forward. He stretched out a palm from behind him, grabbed the man's wrist, shook it lightly, and the man covered it. My arms were lying on the ground and I couldn't get up.
At the same time, he felt someone patting his shoulder from behind, and a voice came from behind.
"If you are bullied, hit yourself back."
The little fat man glanced back at the familiar figure, after being startled for a while, he rushed towards the brocade-clothed boy with a loud cry.
The young man in brocade wanted to run, but his reaction was a bit slow, and soon he was thrown under the body of the little fat man again.
Several teenagers around rushed over to help, but they didn't have time to stop the little fat man's fist from falling on the face of the brocade-clothed boy.
The expressions of several men who stopped the little fat man's servants changed, and when they were about to step forward, they saw the young man on the opposite side walking towards them.
"Let them handle the children's affairs by themselves, let's not interfere..."
"Go away!" One of them said impatiently, and was about to pass the young man, but the next moment, his body flew back.
"That is, there is nothing to talk about?"
The young man looked at the men with vigilant eyes, and the smile on his face narrowed.