He pulled out a line in Buddhist language that he had heard from somewhere — and he didn't know if it was Buddhist language or not. In any case, that line, which he didn't understand but felt awesome, had frightened the old monk. Taking advantage of the fact that he hadn't recovered his wits, he hurriedly ran away. Who knew whether or not he would use the Thousand Leaf Palm of Great Compassion and Great Compassion to strike him when he woke up?
Cold Mountain Temple was not small, with innumerable halls and pavilions. The old madam seemed to be listening to some famous monk preach the scriptures. For a moment, he didn't know where Ruyi and the others had gone, so Li Yi decided to just stroll around the temple.
The temple fair would last for three days. In these three days, there was an endless stream of visitors to Cold Mountain. There were believers who came to pray to Buddha and burn incense, as well as young men and women who came solely to admire the plum blossoms.
The sharp-witted peddlers had long since grasped this opportunity and had long since found a spot at the top of the mountain, selling little trinkets like combs, wooden tablets, and so on. They claimed that these items were treasures that had been consecrated by the high monks of Cold Mountain Temple. Ten copper coins couldn't buy them, ten copper coins couldn't buy them, and ten copper coins naturally couldn't buy a comb either. Treasures personally consecrated by the high monks were not for sale for less than one copper coin.
In addition, there was naturally no lack of people selling food. On a plaza far away from the plum blossom forest, a space had been cleared out. Peddlers carrying poles stood next to each other, loudly shouting "steamed buns" and "noodles". They were not allowed to go to the plum blossom forest, saying that it would spoil the mood of those nobles. Any young master or young lady there was not someone they could afford to offend.
A chubby boy dressed in embroidered clothes ran out of the plum blossom forest, huffing and puffing. He threw down a handful of silver, and in a short while, he ran into the forest with a large pile of food.
Under a plum tree, a little girl of about seven or eight raised her head in anticipation.
"Little Candy, eat." The chubby boy ran over, panting heavily, and placed all the things he had bought on the white cloth on the ground.
"Thank you, Big Brother." The little girl said sweetly. She first picked up a piece of candied plum and gave it to the chubby boy, then she sat down and began to eat.
There were quite a few children of this age in the forest. They came out with their families, so it was impossible for them to quietly chant sutras and worship Buddha with the adults. In order to prevent them from making noise in the temple, most families would let their servants watch over them and let them play by themselves in the plum blossom forest.
At this moment, there were a few servants standing behind the two children. Seeing the two young masters eating quietly, they began to chat.
"Hey, Fatty Li, you are here too!"
A few youths dressed in embroidered clothes quickly surrounded them as if they had discovered a new continent.
The little fatty's expression changed at first, then he puffed out his chest and said, "Chen Xiaotian, I don't want to fight with you today."
"Why are you eating every time I see you? I think you might as well not call yourself Li Yingcai, call yourself Pig Li instead." The few of them clearly had enmity with each other. The youth in embroidered clothes looked at the things on the white cloth and sneered, "Sure enough, it's Fat Pig Li. I'm afraid only pigs would eat these things."
"Big Brother …" The little girl nervously grabbed onto the corner of the little fatty's clothes.
"Pig Li, is this your sister? I thought everyone in your family was as fat as you!" The youth in embroidered clothes laughed out loud. He suddenly ran over and fiercely stepped on the food on the white cloth. He pulled the little girl's face and pointed to the ground, saying, "This is the real pig's feed."
How could a child bear such humiliation? The little fatty only felt his blood rushing to his head, and he punched the chest of the youth in embroidered clothes.
"You dare to make a move, hit him!" The youth in embroidered clothes seemed to be waiting for this moment. After avoiding the punch, he immediately shouted.
Several youths behind him immediately swarmed up and pressed the little fatty to the ground.
The little girl on the side was so scared that she cried out. The faces of several servants changed. Just as they were about to come over and pull them away, they were blocked by a few people who had been following behind the youth in embroidered clothes.
There were many figures in the plum forest. Many people saw the scene here. Seeing that it was just a few children playing, they didn't take it to heart.
"Hey, Fatty Li, as long as you call me grandpa, I'll let you go. How about it?" The youth in embroidered clothes squatted down and patted the little fatty's face.
"Call you grandpa!"
The little fatty had the advantage in size. He suddenly turned over and broke free from the few youths behind him. With a tiger pounce, he pressed the youth in embroidered clothes under his body.
"Only when I'm full will I have the strength to beat you!"
With a loud shout, he clenched his fist and punched the youth in embroidered clothes.
In the end, his fist didn't land on the face of the youth in embroidered robes. A young man grabbed his arm from behind and threw him to the side. He helped the pale-faced youth in embroidered robes up and said in a flattering manner, "Young Master, are you alright?"
Many people around frowned. A few children playing was nothing, but this young man attacking a child was a bit too much.
"Catch him for me!" Just now he was almost beaten by Li Yingcai. The youth in embroidered clothes had a pale face. He was so angry that he stomped his feet and said to the young man.
"Stop!" The few servants of the little fatty were firmly blocked and could not rush over. They could only shout anxiously.
Looking at the man walking towards him, the little fatty rubbed his bruised wrist and stood up with the help of a tree. He stared at the man with an unyielding expression.
"Who are they? How can they be so domineering in the Cold Mountain Temple?" Someone around asked doubtfully.
"Lower your voice. That is the young master of Duke Chen's family. The little fatty is called Li Yingcai. He should be the younger generation of Assistant Minister Li of the Ministry of Personnel."
"No wonder. These two families have been feuding for more than ten years. However, it is a bit too shameless for a man to attack a child."
"That should be High Duke Chen's bodyguards. Little fatty only has a few servants who don't know martial arts. He's definitely going to suffer this time. However, it's just a joke between the younger generation. It won't be a big deal."
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Originally, there were a few people who disliked the man's behavior. After hearing that he was from Duke Chen's family, they immediately stopped talking.
For most people, these words still carried a lot of weight.
The little fatty gritted his teeth. When he saw the man's hand reach over, he was about to rush over. However, a hand reached out from behind him and grabbed the man's wrist. With a gentle shake, the man fell to the ground holding his arm and could not get up.
At the same time, he felt someone pat him on the shoulder and a voice came from behind him.
"If you are being bullied, fight back yourself."
The little fatty turned around and looked at the familiar figure. After a moment of shock, he shouted and rushed towards the youth in embroidered robes.
The youth in embroidered robes wanted to run but his reaction was a beat too slow. Soon, he was once again pounced on by the little fatty.
The surrounding youths quickly rushed over to help, but they were unable to stop the little fatty's fist from landing on the youth in embroidered robes' face.
The faces of the men blocking the little fatty's servants changed. Just as they were about to step forward, they saw the young man walking towards them.
"Let the children deal with their own matters. We should not interfere …"
"Get out of my way!" One of the men said impatiently. Just as he was about to walk past the young man, his body flew backwards in the next moment.
"So, there is no room for discussion?"
The young man looked at the men who were looking at him warily and the smile on his face disappeared.
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