The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 1450: Master, What Do We Do?

"To the people below, please take note that you have already taken the wrong route. Please return the way you came from, or rest on the spot and wait for a vehicle to pick you up."

"The people below, please take note…"

Hearing the loudspeaker on the helicopter, the people who were still trying their best to run were instantly dumbfounded.

Drax, Bigg, and Sambuc were completely dumbfounded as they subconsciously stopped.

When everyone stopped, they felt their bodies soften. They couldn't help but sit down. After listening to the content and learning that they had run the wrong way to the point of having a vehicle pick them up, all of them immediately relaxed. They lied down, motionless.

Fangzheng and Red Boy exchanged looks and saw the indignation in each other's eyes. It was as though they were crying inwardly. "Our money!"

"Master, what do we do?" Red Boy asked bitterly.

Fangzheng scratched his head. "What can I do? I don't know how to reverse time…"

Red Boy said, "I'm saying, what do we do now? Why don't we run back and continue running to the finishing line?"

Just then, the helicopter's voice sounded. "The new champion of the marathon has already been born. It's Ace and his companions. So, everyone, you don't have to run anymore. You won't be given a placing, so just wait patiently."

Upon hearing that, Fangzheng said, "Did you hear that? Companions… That's a group. Sigh, why didn't they get lost with us? That way, we will have a chance to win first place…"

"Master, the three of them are here. Should we say something to them?" Red Boy saw Sambuc, Drak, and Bigg getting up and walking over. All of them had odd looks in their eyes.

When Fangzheng saw this, he grinned. "What are you talking about? It's already good enough that you didn't get beaten up. Let's go… No matter what the outcome is, we should keep a low profile. It won't be good if we get arrested and locked up in prison."

With that said, Fangzheng continued running while Red Boy followed.

"These two Asians can still run?" Sambuc exclaimed in surprise.

"Don't run! We're not here to cause you trouble! We rest your stamina. We want to make friends!" Bigg yelled.

Drax said, "I just want to know how you managed to run away at such an old age… And that child, how did you train him?"

Unfortunately, the two monks in front of them ran very quickly. Furthermore, they ran faster and faster. With a single turn, they disappeared.

No one saw a red beam flash as the two monks vanished into the forest. Even when the helicopter flew over, they failed to find anything. This also became a mysterious interlude in this year's London Marathon. The mysterious old and young monk from the east ended up getting a large group of marathoners lost. They fulfilled the wish of a youth with a crippled leg. He led a group of people who had lost all hope in exercising to complete a marathon. They ended up loving exercising.

A year later, the fatties became thinner and the thin became bulkier. The beauties became even slimmer and the elderly became even healthier…

These people formed an exercising publicity team. They promoted Ace's miracle and also their miracle. At one point, it made many people love to exercise and move towards the path of being healthy.

At the same time, the mysterious eastern monk incident also spread to the world.

"Daddy, is God helping us?" Ace looked up into the sky. He knew that Ace Sr. knew what he meant.

Ace Sr. patted Ace's shoulder and said, "Seems so. God is also favoring us, so we have to work harder and live happily. Let your mom be proud of us in heaven."

Ace nodded vigorously. "I will!"

Ace Sr. smiled happily. This was his happiest smile since that car accident…

"Old Miao, I told you to run faster. Why didn't you? Great, we missed out on a huge scoop!" Jing Yan yelled as she stomped her feet.

Old Miao said with a bitter smile, "My dear lady, at my age, it's already not bad that I'm able to finish the journey with you while carrying a camera. Besides, didn't we agree on a vacation? Who brings a reporter's camera when on vacation?"

Jing Yan said proudly, "That's what it means to engage oneself in constant practice. Always bring what you depend on for a living with you. What if you bump into a scoop?"

Old Miao said, "I think Ace's news is very interesting and meaningful. Why aren't you interviewing him?"

Jing Yan shot a glance at the crowd that were filled with professional cameras. "There are so many interviewers. How can it be called news? It's meaningless! Compared to Ace, I'm more interested in those monks who made everyone lost. To be able to run at that age and how their actions seem to lead people astray, thus making Ace win the championship, it gives me a nagging feeling that this fellow's actions are very similar to that indecent monk, Fangzheng."

Old Miao said, "That's impossible. Abbot Fangzheng has already flown away."

Jing Yan curled her lips and said, "Perhaps… Anyway, this matter is very fishy. With Fangzheng's personality, it might be a fake ascension. Regardless, I have to get to the bottom of this matter."

"How?" Old Miao asked curiously.

Jing Yan rubbed her chin and narrowed her eyes as she said with a smile, "Since he likes playing the hero so much, he will appear sooner or later. I refuse to believe that I won't be able to catch him!"

With that said, Jing Yan waved Old Miao along and the two left.

"Where are we going?" asked Old Miao.

"Buying shoes! Wearing high heels is more comfortable!" Jing Yan said casually.

Old Miao was speechless.

At the same time, on a cloud in the sky.

"Master, the prize money is gone. I'm hungry…" Red Boy rubbed his belly.

Fangzheng took out two rice balls. He gave one to Red Boy and kept the other for himself. "Conserve it. They are the last two ones. Sigh, I originally thought that I would be out of poverty at noon, but I failed to earn a single cent despite running all the way into the evening."

Red Boy rolled his eyes at Fangzheng. "It's your fault for getting lost."

Fangzheng pricked up his brows. "How can you blame me? Weren't you following me? If we ran astray, shouldn't you warn me? As a disciple, you didn't even warn me. What's the use of having you?"

Red Boy: "…"

"Master."

"Yea."

Red Boy: "Your ability to push the blame is becoming more and more impressive."

"Thank you. I will continue working hard in the future."

Red Boy: "…"

Red Boy: "Master, your skin is getting thicker."

Fangzheng said, "Thank you. Without a thick-skinned face, how can I suffer to keep my sanity? As a sane person, I have to be questioned."

Red Boy: "…"

After eating, Red Boy asked, "Master, what do we do next? The rations are gone. Should we return to the mountain to replenish it?"

Fangzheng shot a glance at Red Boy and said, "When we went out, you were bragging about earning money. Now that you are going back empty handed with empty stomachs, do you have the cheek to return?"

Red Boy shook his head. "No. What do we do now?"

What should he do? Fangzheng felt a little troubled. What should he do? What could he do? Hence, he shook his head and said, "I don't know. Forget it. Just randomly fly around. Let's land somewhere where there's a lot of people. We might be able to scrounge a free meal."