The silver-haired girl was scooped up and held.
Her limbs dangled and swayed, yet she still clung tightly to her small bundle.
Her face was expressionless.
Li Guanyi strode forward, a wooden stick in his hand, sometimes flicking, sometimes pointing. He did not harm these ordinary guards, only tapped their wrists to make them drop their weapons.
On a not very wide road, the weapons fell to the ground. Li Guanyi snatched the monk's merit box, then let the girl be tossed together with the money-filled parcel, turned around, and with a flick of his wrist, tapped the package.
The package opened in the air.
The various amounts of money collected by the monk along the road scattered all over the ground.
