Ming Yan took off the Peach Blossom Hairpin from her head and held it in her hand, pointing it at those two people, like a startled hedgehog trying to protect itself: "Let’s see who dares touch me? I can walk on my own, don’t need you two to lay a hand on me. Get away from this lady."
Wang Xiong and Wang Hu exchanged looks and finally turned to the fat man.
This young woman seems serious! She’s not easy to deal with.
The fat man said angrily, "Fine, no need to restrain her. If she dares to escape, I won’t let you off. We are going to the government now." After saying this, he started walking towards the door.
His chubby body swayed awkwardly, seeming quite cumbersome.
His body adorned with gold and silver, the jewelry clinked gently with his movements, making a light "ding ding ding ding" sound.
The onlookers made way for him.
They dared not step forward to help the woman; the fat man was fierce and wicked, opposing him might lead to trouble.
Ming Yan did not immediately follow him, turning to look at the Monk, wanting to remember his appearance more deeply: "Master, I’m going to the government with him, I might be in prison for a few years before I get out, you..."
Will you forget me?
These words were not said in the end.
The unsaid words turned into a tear of grievance, falling from her misty eyes.
She turned and left, trying to follow the fat man’s steps.
Wang Xiong and Wang Hu followed behind, tasked with covering the rear.
A few steps short of the door.
"Stop." A cold, piercing male voice came.
Stopping everyone.
Zhi Chen stepped in front of the fat man, took out a silver note of one hundred taels, and offered it: "This is one hundred taels, please spare her."
"Master, this, this, this..."
The fat man stammered, not expecting the Monk to help that fiery young woman. Yet, he had just mentioned one hundred taels, someone offered money, accepting or not, he wanted to teach the woman a lesson.
Ming Yan pushed the hand holding the silver note back: "Master, no need to give it to him. You keep it for yourself, I’ll still go with him to meet the official, he’s extorting, it’s okay."
That sentence "it’s okay" was uncertain whether said to others or herself.
Zhi Chen did not fulfill her wish, directly placing the money in the fat man’s hand, clasping his hands together: "Amitabha, this dispute happened in the courtyard, the Buddhist Sect is a place of purity. If someone suffers imprisonment because of this, believe my Buddha’s compassion would surely not wish for it. You have received compensation, leave quickly. Your forehead is dark, be careful not to stir up trouble in the coming days, avoid going out."
He looked earnest and solemn, instantly making the fat man panic.
The saying goes: Monks do not speak falsely.
The master had no reason to deceive him.
The fat man put the money into his bosom, calling his two subordinates: "Wang Xiong, Wang Hu, let’s go."
Upon leaving, he glared at the girl in the apricot-red dress and left a vicious remark: "You wait for me."
The three hurried away as if chased by evil spirits.
The wicked ones departed, the remaining spectators lost interest and dispersed!
Ming Yan put her hands together, fingers interwoven, and bowed slightly to Zhi Chen, chanting: "Thank you, Master, thank you for your life-saving grace."
After three or four times, only then did she stand straight, looking at him sincerely and say:
"Master, I don’t have money on me now, but when I earn money, I will repay you. One hundred taels might be a bit difficult for me, but it will just take a bit longer to repay you, Master, rest assured."
She smiled charmingly, her eyes shining.
Zhi Chen lowered his eyelids, his thin lips gently parted: "It doesn’t matter."