At about four o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Huang Fugui closed the door of Qi Yao Xuan in advance. None of the people took the bus. The traffic in Yanjing couldn't be complimented.

This is often the case, not to mention that today we encountered the performance held by the Fazen Temple, and countless outsiders flocked to it.

Ye Chen hugged her daughter and Yanning. Huang Pei and others rushed to the 49th City on the subway. Since it was still early, everyone was in a hurry.

Yan Ning and Huang Pei are dressed beautifully today, attracting the attention of countless male compatriots in the subway. As long as they see snacks on the side of the road, Yan Ning will come forward and buy some. .

The ritual was held in People's Square, less than a mile away from Dong'anmen. When it was about to reach Donganmen, it looked around, all crowded and crowded.

An open space of about two hundred square meters has appeared in the most central circle of the sea of ​​people, which has been almost arranged.

"Wow!"

"Dad, so many people!"

The little guy was short and couldn't see the scene in front, Ye Chen had to hold her up, eating the string in his hand, exclaiming.

Even Zhang Daniel and Huang Pei were surprised.

Ye Chen shook her head slightly.

Religion is a terrible existence, especially in a populous country like China. Whenever there are festivals, tourists have to line up the night before to visit temples or something.

With so many people at the scene, once any riot or sudden incident occurs, it will inevitably lead to tramples and even security accidents.

"Dad, hold it up, they don't see it clearly."

The little kid kicked her calf in her arms, enough to keep looking at the crowd from the neck, and seemed to be struggling.

Ye Chen had to put her on his shoulder, and the little boy immediately rode around his neck, giggling with joy: "Riding, father is a horse, drive!"

"If Dad is a horse, you are a foal, and you are a gluttonous foal."

Ye Chen held the little guy's hand for a while, crying and laughing, holding her to the crowd, and walking: "Everyone remember not to walk around, there are too many people, if you lose for a while, you can't find it."

Huang Fugui and others nodded to understand.

I saw a table in the middle of the crowd, and there were a dozen futons on the ground behind the table. At this time, the crowd burst into cheers.

An old monk wearing a monk's robe and solemn French approached the quarantine circle, and behind him were a dozen monks also wearing monk's robes.

With their emergence, everyone was boiling.

"It is Master Daohui of Fazen Temple." Huang Fugui was a little excited.

Ye Chen glanced at the so-called Master Daohui and saw him with a kidney deficiency. When walking, his feet seemed to be swinging. Obviously, he had just studied the human behavior art with the female donor.

Is this also called a master?

Ye Chen shook his head and could not help but lose interest.

Seeing the people around him getting more and more crazy, he frowned, his consciousness tilted out like a tide, covering all the 100-meter-wide range, and all the trees and trees couldn't escape his sight.

The advantage of this is that if something unexpected happens, he can withdraw in time.

Under the consciousness, he found that there were many patrons, that is, pickpockets, who were committing crimes at this time, without even realizing that his behavior was completely seen.

Ye Chen said nothing.

This kind of thing has nothing to do with him.

At this moment, a familiar atmosphere caught his attention, and I saw a woman wearing a peaked cap and stepping on red high heels standing less than twenty steps away, and the other side was constantly stepping on her toes. Look.

Sun Sirong?

Although the other side was facing away from herself, Ye Chen recognized her, she was the daughter of Sun Liancheng, the king of Xiangnan medicine, and Sun Sirong. Ye Chen was cured of the cold.

Seems to be aware of his gaze, Sun Sirong looked back subconsciously, first a moment, then came over with surprise: "It's you, Master Ye."

When a fragrant wind came, she was already standing next to Ye Chen. A pair of beautiful eyes frequently looked at Ye Chen. When she saw the cuteness on Ye Chen's body, she froze slightly, and then she was amazed.

"Why are you here?" Ye Chen said lightly.

Sun Sirong rolled his eyes and said, "My dad asked me to come. He believed in Buddhism, and asked me to come to this dharma to sign a marriage contract."

With that said, her complexion was red.

Marriage sign?

Ye Chen couldn't help but glance at the so-called Master Daohui, and his face was wrong. If Sun Sirong asked him to sign, would this old thing bear?

"Yes, Master Ye, how could you be here too? Did you come to ask for a sign?" Sun Sirong asked curiously as he looked at him.

When Ye Chen was about to speak, his brow could not help but frown, because he found through the divine knowledge that three people around came towards this side.

The most important thing is that all three are ancient warriors, and they should be in the inner strength. The eyes of the three have been intentionally or unconsciously stopped on Sun Sirong.

Did these three men run by her?

Ye Chen took a deep look at Sun Sirong, who had no knowledge, and frowned, but said nothing.

The difference between ordinary people and ancient martial arts lies in the qi and blood of one body. The stronger the power of qi and blood, the higher the strength of the person, and the qi and blood of the three people in the distance are dozens of times stronger than those around them.

As for the masters of martial arts such as Yuan Bupo, if the power of blood and blood erupted, the power alone would kill ordinary people.

When he was thinking, the consciousness sensed that the three ancient warriors appeared as ordinary people and approached Sun Sirong. When they were less than five steps away from Sun Sirong, the three looked at each other and flashed a fierce look in their eyes Light is about to kill.

And Sun Sirong was still unaware.

When Ye Chen looked slightly hesitant, he hesitated whether to take a shot or not, and a shout came from behind the crowd: "Stop!"

This voice not only scared the three ancient warriors, but also frightened everyone around. Everyone looked back subconsciously, and saw a woman in police uniform walking quickly.

She was holding a gun in her hand at this moment, her eyes stayed on those three ancient warriors, and her face was cold: "I advise you not to mess around."

Don't wait for everyone to react.

I saw one of the three ancient warriors biting his teeth and suddenly rushed to Ye Chen, who was closest to him.

Hey, is this trying to hold me hostage?

interesting!

Ye Chen's face was miserable, and then he saw through his intentions. He smiled and remained motionless, and allowed him to stick the knife to his neck.

Dahan Han didn't find anything strange about Ye Chen, but looked up at the policewoman, his eyes were fierce.

"If you don't want him to die, don't mess around!"

(Ps: Chapter 1 late at night, thank you for your support, the rest of the day will be issued before 9 pm on the same day, for tickets!)