An Qing could only smile helplessly as well. In the end, Master Wude refused to let the matter go and called the police!
When the two police officers arrived and listened to Master Wude, their brows immediately furrowed.
"Come with us, you monk. Selling fake goods on a regular basis is one thing."
"No... You've got it wrong! You're bullying an old man! This child... she stole my things. She knows magic that can blind people."
Master Wude refused to cooperate and kept making a racket.
The little one's eyes darted around. In her babyish voice, she said to one of the officers, "Uncle, he's a bad guy. He specializes in selling junk to children, especially cute children like me."
Beibei added, "Mm-hmm, take a look... They're all fake goods, all junk. They break with just a squeeze."
Good heavens!
With a little force from Beibei, the objects on Master Wude's stall really did shatter, like a shoddy tofu-dreg construction project.
"This... this is real... It broke... It broke... These are all genuine goods this time. They could easily sell for tens of thousands." Master Wude desperately tried to explain himself, but the police simply did not believe him.
Not only were all his things confiscated, he was also taken away for investigation. The way he looked at the little one was filled with resentment!
"You two little brats, remember this monk!"
Master Wude was taken away, but he made a phone call soon afterward. The officers' attitude toward him changed drastically, and they released him at once.
"Hmph, you've offended me this time. Then this monk won't hold back."
Watching An Qing's retreating figure as she went up the mountain, Master Wude gave an eerie smile.
A moment later, the little one led An Qing to the edge of