"Yes, he is just a gourd seller. He has been selling in the city for many years, and we all know each other."

"Yes, this guy who sells gourds is very honest and cannot kill anyone."

"That's right, don't betray people!"

The vendors around him said one by one, obviously they didn't like the city guards to charge them, such as poor families.

"Don't make a noise!" The city guard shouted, staring at the middle-aged vendor and asked, "Then tell me, why didn't you go out to see after hearing the crying? Normal people will be curious, but you will explain!"

He hurriedly said, "A little master who bought my gourd during the day and told me not to leave the room when it was dark tonight. I heard the woman's crying and was about to open the door. But when I thought of the little master's words, I resisted not opening the door and went back to bed and slept with my head covered."

"Is it the little monk who bought all your little gourds during the day?" The man next to him said, and said to Chengwei: "I know, he is talking about a little monk, a very delicate and beautiful little monk."

"Yes, yes." The middle-aged vendor said, fearingly: "If it weren't for that little master, I might have died. I'll thank him later."

After asking, there was no suspicious place, so the city guard asked the middle-aged vendor to take them to find the little monk, wondering how the little monk knew that someone would die at night?

Tang Ning in the inn had breakfast and was about to set off with his horse when he saw several city guards coming here, among which the middle-aged vendor was the last night.

"My little master, thank you. If it weren't for your little master, I might not have been home alive." When the middle-aged vendor saw Tang Ning, he knelt down and kowtowed.

Seeing that the death aura of the middle-aged hawker's seal hall had dissipated, Tang Ning smiled and said, "The donor is kind, so he can turn bad luck into good fortune, and it is not the little monk's credit. Get up quickly!"

"Little Master, they..." The middle-aged vendor looked at the city guard behind and quickly told Tang Ning about the matter.

"Well, I get it." Tang Ning nodded.

The middle-aged vendor thanked him repeatedly before leaving first and went home quickly.

"Where did you come from? How did you know..." Before one of the city guards finished asking, he heard the footsteps coming from behind and the voice of their city lord.

"Don't be rude! Retreat quickly!"

A middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous robe and holding a rich belly came hurriedly. Perhaps he was walking in a hurry and was already out of breath when he came to Tang Ning.

"You, are you Master Tang?" the middle-aged man asked after gasping for breath, but his eyes looked at the little monk in front of him quietly.

He was wearing a green robe, a crow, and a round bamboo tied around his waist. He looked very delicate and outstanding. He looked exactly like the young monk named Tang Shi who was circulated among the nobles of the aristocrats of the aristocrats.

Hearing his words, Tang Ning raised his eyebrows: "I am Master Tang." She has never been here. How did this person know the name Master Tang?
Chapter completed!