It was past four in the afternoon the next day. Huang Fugui closed the door of the Qi Medicine Hall earlier than usual. They did not take the bus as Beijing's traffic was terrible.
It was like that on normal days, let alone the Dharma Zen Temple's event today. Countless people were coming.
Ye Chen carried his daughter, Yan Ning, Huang Pei, and the rest on the subway to Sijiu City. Since it was still early, they were not in a rush.
Yan Ning and Huang Pei were dressed up beautifully today. They attracted the attention of countless men in the subway. Yan Ning would go up and buy some whenever she saw snacks on the roadside. She managed to please the foodie, Mengmeng.
The event was held at the People's Square less than a mile away from Donganmen. There were people moving as far as the eye could see when they were arriving at Donganmen.
Meanwhile, there was an empty space of approximately 200 square meters in the middle of the crowd. It was almost set up.
"Wow!
There are so many people, Daddy! "
The little girl was short, so she could not see what was going on. Ye Chen could only carry her and exclaim while eating the skewers in his hand.
Even Zhang Daniu and Huang Pei were shocked.
Ye Chen shook his head lightly.
Religion was a terrifying existence, especially in a country with a large population like China. Every time it was a festival, tourists would have to line up the night before to visit the temples and whatnot.
There were so many people there. As soon as there was a riot or a sudden incident, there would definitely be a stampede. There might even be a safety accident.
"Daddy, lift me higher. I can't see clearly."
The little girl kicked her legs in his embrace. She could not stop looking at the crowd with her hands on his neck. She seemed to be struggling.
Ye Chen could only put her on his shoulder. The little girl rode on his neck and giggled happily. "I'm riding a horse. Daddy is a horse. Go, go, go!"
"If Daddy is a horse, you're a little pony. Not only that, you're a greedy little pony."
Ye Chen did not know whether to laugh or to cry while holding the little girl's hand. He carried her to the crowd and said as they walked, "Remember not to wander around. There are too many people. We won't be able to find you if you get lost."
Huang Fugui and the rest nodded to show that they understood.
In the middle of the crowd, there was a table, and behind the table, there were more than ten praying mats. At this moment, the crowd burst into cheers.
An old monk dressed in a monk's robe walked into the isolation circle. Behind him, there were more than ten monks dressed in the same robes.
With their appearance, the crowd was completely stirred up.
"It's Master Daohui from the Dharma Zen Temple." Huang Fugui was excited.
Ye Chen glanced at the so-called Master Daohui and noticed that his kidneys were weak. His legs seemed to be swaying when he walked. Clearly, he had just studied the art of the human body with the female patron.
How could he be called a master?
Ye Chen could not help but shake his head. He seemed to have lost interest.
Seeing that the people around him were getting crazier and crazier, he frowned and released his Divine Sense like a tide, enveloping everything within a radius of a hundred meters. Not a single blade of grass or tree could escape his sight.
The advantage of doing this was that if anything unexpected happened, he could retreat with his men in time.
With his Divine Sense, he discovered that there were quite a number of bag thieves, or pickpockets, in the vicinity. At this moment, they were committing crimes against the wind, and they did not realize that their actions were being watched.
Ye Chen said nothing.
It had nothing to do with him.
At that moment, a familiar aura caught his attention. There was a lady wearing a cap and red high heels standing less than 20 steps away from him. She could not stop looking in while tiptoeing.
Sun Sirong?
Although her back was facing him, Ye Chen recognized her. It was Sun Sirong, the daughter of the Xiangnan Medicine King, Sun Liancheng. It was Ye Chen who had cured her cold illness back then.
Seemingly sensing his gaze, Sun Sirong turned her head to look by instinct. She was stunned at first, then she walked over in surprise. "It's you, Master Ye."
A fragrance wafted over. She was already standing next to Ye Chen, taking a good look at him with her beautiful eyes. She was slightly stunned when she saw the cute look on Ye Chen's body. Subsequently, she came to a realization.
"Why are you here?" Ye Chen asked calmly.
Sun Sirong rolled her eyes and said, "My dad asked me to come. He believes in Buddhism, so he asked me to come to this dharma ceremony to ask for a marriage stick."
She could not help but blush as she spoke to this point.
Marriage stick?
Ye Chen could not help but glance at the so-called Master Daohui. He looked stunned. If Sun Sirong asked him for a marriage stick, would the old man be able to hold himself back?
"Oh yeah, Master Ye, why are you here? Are you here to ask for a marriage stick too? "Sun Sirong asked curiously while looking at him.
Just when Ye Chen was going to speak, he could not help but frown because he noticed through his Divine Consciousness that there were three people walking over.
Most importantly, the three of them were ancient martial artists. Their cultivation base should be on Internal Energy. The three of them had been staring at Sun Sirong subconsciously.
Could the three of them be coming for her?
Ye Chen took a good look at Sun Sirong who had no idea what was going on. He frowned but said nothing.
The difference between an ordinary person and an ancient martial artist was their vital energy and blood. The more powerful one's vital energy and blood was, the higher one's ability was. Meanwhile, the vital energy and blood of the three people far away were tens of times more powerful than the people around them.
As for Martial Dao masters like Yuan Bupo, if they released all of their Qi and Blood Force, their aura alone could kill ordinary people.
Just as he was deep in thought, his Deified Soul sensed that the three ancient martial art practitioners were pretending to be ordinary people and walking towards Sun Sirong. When they were less than five steps away from Sun Sirong, the three of them looked at each other and a murderous glint flashed in their eyes. They were about to explode and kill.
However, Sun Sirong was still unaware of it.
Ye Chen's expression turned grim slightly. Just when he was hesitating if he should attack, a delicate voice came from behind the crowd, "Stop!"
It was this voice that not only shocked the three ancient martial arts practitioners, but it also shocked the people around them. Everyone turned around subconsciously and saw a lady in a police uniform walking over quickly.
At that moment, she was holding a gun in her hand. Her gaze was fixed on the three ancient martial arts practitioners. With a cold expression, she said, "I advise you not to act recklessly."
Before the crowd could react.
One of the three ancient martial artists clenched his teeth and charged at Ye Chen who was the closest to him all of a sudden.
Huh? Is he trying to take me hostage?
That's interesting!
Ye Chen looked stunned. Subsequently, he saw through the man's intention. He did not move at all with a wry smile on his face. He allowed the man to put the knife on his neck from behind.
The bearded hunk did not notice Ye Chen's strange behavior. Instead, he lifted his head to look at the policewoman with a ferocious gaze.
"Don't move if you don't want him to die!"
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