In an instant, several eyes turned to her.
Nightingale realized she had spoken out of turn and quickly said, "Two large boxes of jewelry must be very heavy, right? Who can carry them?"
A townsman looked her up and down and said, "You don't know this. Legend has it that this Thousand-Armed Guanyin is eight feet tall, with a broad back and strong arms. If she wanted to, she could tear me in half with her bare hands, let alone two boxes!"
The thing Nightingale hated most was others insulting her appearance, and the second was comments on her behavior, so she could tolerate the words just now, but she couldn't tolerate it this time.
"Nonsense! Everyone knows that Thousand-Armed Guanyin is a chivalrous thief! A chivalrous thief! She, how could she be that kind of person..."
"Catch her!" someone suddenly shouted.
Nightingale was a little frightened, and she knew she had said the wrong thing.
But relying on her kung fu, she managed to avoid the people rushing towards her and easily climbed onto the eaves of the house on the side: "You people don't know what's good for you! You deserve to be poor!"
"You little thief, how dare you say that! Do you know how many people you have harmed?" someone cursed.
Nightingale was so angry that she wanted to leave this strange town angrily. But just as she was about to move, something suddenly flew in front of her at such a fast speed that she didn't even have time to react even if she wanted to hide.
The next moment she realized it was a shoe, and the sole hit her face hard, causing her to lose balance and fall.
Then he was tied up and sent to the police station.
After hearing Fang Zhiyi's judgment, Yan Wushuang concluded that Nightingale was the thief almost the moment he saw her. She had recently come to the town, was a female, liked to show off, was pretty... uh... there was a shoe sole print on her face, I wonder if she was pretty or not.
Nightingale, who had recovered, accidentally saw her own face and was extremely angry. She said nothing in the face of Yan Wushuang's interrogation. Yan Wushuang had no choice but to lock her up. He wanted to consult Fang Zhiyi about what to do next.
But when he walked into Fang Zhiyi's house, he almost tripped over the half-dead man at the door.
Looking at the pale, thin guy, Yan Wushuang asked, "Master, who is this?"
Hearing him call him Master, the skeleton-like Li Huaian glanced at him with some resentment in his eyes. He opened his mouth but no words came out.
Fang Zhiyi was calm: "Ah, my former apprentice, but from the day before, he was no longer my apprentice." As he spoke, he showed the words he had just written, which was a notice to terminate the master-apprentice relationship.
Yan Wushuang just took a look and said: "Your handwriting is really good." He suddenly remembered what Fang Zhiyi said that Taoist priests have to learn a lot of things, and now he really began to believe it.
Li Huaian struggled: "Master, you can't not help me... How can you abandon your disciple..."
Fang Zhiyi looked at him coldly: "I don't have a disciple like you who behaves badly, harasses women, and takes off his clothes and dances in public. Moreover, you have violated the great taboo of our sect. You are lucky not to be involved with a monster. You are lucky not to be sucked dry."
This time without Fang Zhiyi's interference, the snake demon sucked the food to its heart's content. Li Huaian didn't think of coming back to ask his master for help until he realized something was wrong. Who knew that Fang Zhiyi would immediately terminate the master-disciple relationship and expel him from the sect?
"This is a taboo in our sect... You're talking nonsense!" His voice was weak, revealing a lack of confidence, "Ah Qing is not a demon..."
Fang Zhiyi's ears were sharp: "I'm not talking nonsense, if you don't believe me, just look." He held up a piece of paper with the rules of the sect written on it.
Yan Wushuang pointed hesitantly: "The ink hasn't dried yet."
Fang Zhiyi turned his head to look at it, blew on it with his mouth and said, "It's almost okay."
"You! You slandered me... You watched me die without helping me..."
Fang Zhiyi put his hands on his hips and said, "I'll just watch someone die without helping them, so what?"
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