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"Run, you bald dog! You are a very fast runner! Let's see where you can run!" The leading burly man grinned and surrounded Ming Jing.

Ming Jing was panicking. He tried to reason with the people: "My dear donors, it is unfair to use your numbers to bully the few! Why don't we sit down and have a good talk?"

The thugs didn't buy it. One of them sneered, "What do you think we are? If I don't teach you a lesson today, you will really think we are vegetarians!"

"Stop talking nonsense with him and attack him together!"

Outside, Song Yan didn't see Ming Jing come out. He walked into the alley nervously and saw Ming Jing being blocked at the end of the alley.

He then hid in a corner and deliberately shouted, "The police are coming! Why don't you run away!"

The gang of thugs panicked instantly. If they were caught by the police, the gang leader would definitely not let them go.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mingjing pushed away the big man in front of him and broke out of the encirclement.

"Chase them!" The group of thugs finally reacted and chased after them waving wooden sticks.

Song Yan waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Master, hurry up, run over here!"

When Master Mingjing heard Song Yan's call, he immediately changed direction and ran towards him.

They ran out of the alley quickly, one after the other.

The group of thugs soon caught up.

At this moment, Song Yan suddenly stopped and reached out to pull down the support.

He quickly said: "Master, come and help!"

Master Mingjing turned around and helped put the bracket down.

The bamboo poles were built into a tripod and placed at the entrance of the alley, directly blocking the group of people's way.

"You bald dog, it turns out you have accomplices." The leading thug looked at them and said viciously.

Ming Jing clasped his hands together and said seriously, "Amitabha, fellow donors, why are you so persistent in hunting down this poor monk? Why not put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right now?"

The thug sneered: "Don't try to trick me. If we don't take care of you bald ass today, how are we going to report back?" As he said that, he swung a wooden stick and hit the bamboo pole.

With a few clangs, the bamboo pole was broken.

"Master, get out of the way!"

Mingjing quickly dodged to the side and turned around to see Song Yan suddenly throwing the wood ash in the pottery jar at them.

Ashes flew everywhere, instantly filling the entire alley.

Those thugs were caught off guard and had dust all over their faces. Their eyes suddenly felt a stinging pain and their vision became blurred.

They rubbed their eyes and couldn't help coughing loudly because of the choking.

Master Mingjing saw this and immediately seized the opportunity and said to Song Yan, "Donor Song, let's go!"

Taking advantage of the chaos, the two quickly crossed the alley and ran to another street.

Song Yan and Master Mingjing jogged all the way.

Only after making sure that she had gotten rid of them did Song Yan find a teahouse, sit in a corner, order a pot of tea, and take a break.

Song Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Master Mingjing, "Master, are you okay?"

Ming Jing stroked his chest and said, "Fortunately, Mr. Song helped me in time, otherwise I would have lost my life here."

Song Yan drank a sip of tea to moisten his throat, then asked, "Why did those people arrest you?"

"That group of people are the gambling house's thugs." Mingjing said.

Song Yan was shocked and couldn't help but blurt out: "Master, did you go to the gambling house to gamble and owe money?"

Ming Jing turned the Buddhist beads and said righteously: "I am a monk, how could I possibly get involved in gambling."

"So what do you think happened?"

Ming Jing said, "To be honest, the reason why I got into trouble with the gambling house was because I just happened to see them kidnapping someone."

"Trafficking?" Song Yan frowned. He didn't expect that the matter was more serious than he imagined.

Master Mingjing nodded and continued, "Yes, when I passed the back alley of the gambling house, I saw them stealthily carrying a sack that looked like a human figure."

"I became suspicious and followed them quietly, and I heard them talking about how to send these people out of the city."

"I wanted to investigate further, but they noticed me, so we were chased by them."

Hearing this, Song Yan stood up in a hurry: "There is no time to lose, we must report this matter to the authorities as soon as possible."

Ming Jing nodded: "Then I will go with you."

When they were halfway there, Song Yan suddenly had an idea and stopped: "No, that group of people will definitely be patrolling near the county government office. It's too dangerous for us to go straight over like this."

Master Mingjing nodded slightly after hearing this: "Then according to your opinion, what should we do?"

"Let's go to my eldest brother first." Song Yan said decisively.

They immediately changed direction and rushed to the Thanos Gang. Song Yan quickly recounted the whole story to Brother Ying and the others.

After hearing this, Brother Ying was furious. He slammed the armrest of his chair and said angrily, "Those lackeys of Duan Hong are so cruel and crazy!"

How dare they engage in such despicable trafficking.

Zhong Hui calmly ordered: "Shou Hou, you should go to the government office immediately to prevent them from changing their target."

The skinny monkey responded and hurried out.

Song Yan then introduced Master Mingjing to Brother Ying and others.

When Brother Ying learned that the monk was actually the abbot of Baiyun Temple, he couldn't help but look Mingjing up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.

In front of outsiders, Ming Jing maintained a solemn look and pretended to be a respected monk.

Song Yan suppressed the smile on his face and said, "It's getting late. I have to take the master back to the temple first."

Brother Ying said, "Okay, I'll let Xiaowu take you there."

Mingjing wanted to refuse, but swallowed the words back when they came to her lips.

Xiaowu drove the mule cart and took them to the mountain gate.

After Ming Jing got off the car, he saw that there was no one around and said with a sad face: "I finally came down the mountain, but I didn't even have a bite of meat. I have to go back to the mountain to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures."

He sighed and said self-deprecatingly: "My life is so miserable."

Song Yan suppressed his laughter and consoled him, "Although you didn't get to eat meat, you saved many people. Your merits are immeasurable."

Mingjing waved his hands and said disapprovingly: "Come on, stop flattering me."

"You should also come with me to the temple to stay for two days to avoid the limelight. Those people don't seem to be easy to mess with."

Song Yan thought of Shu Changyu, hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "Okay."

The snow on the top of the mountain has not melted yet. Looking up, the blue sky and the snow-capped mountains set off each other, solemn and sacred.

On both sides of the stone steps, pine and cypress trees stand tall, with fluffy snowflakes hanging on their branches.

A breeze blew by and snowflakes fell.

They chatted as they climbed the stone steps.

Song Yan suddenly asked him: "Master, how long have you and Shu Changyu known each other?"

Mingjing pondered and replied, "About four or five years."

Song Yan lowered her head, her eyes fell on the stone steps under her feet, and asked casually, "Since we have known each other for so long, the master must know Shu Changyu's identity."