My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The entrance to a dark and damp alley.

The air was filled with the smell of moldy, rotten vegetables and a strong odor of dregs medicine.

The young monk in the gray robe was slapping the hem of his robe with a look of disgust on his face.

It was as if the touch of that desperate mother had just touched me had been contaminated with some terrible plague.

"If you don't have money, get lost and stop getting in my way."

The monk snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"stop!"

A clear, childlike voice, yet filled with anger, suddenly rang out in the alley.

The gray-robed monk stopped and turned around impatiently.

A five-year-old girl wearing a light pink dress and with two small buns on her head was striding angrily toward him.

Behind the little girl followed a lazy-looking young man in blue.

On the young man's shoulder, a large, fishbone-patterned tabby cat was perched.

"Where did this wild girl come from?"

The monk looked Sizi up and down, and seeing that there was no spiritual energy fluctuation on her body, he sneered.

"What? You want to stand up for this poor wretch?"

"This is a sacred Buddhist sanctuary; how dare a mere child like you run wild? Get out of here, or this humble monk will teach you a lesson too!"

The rhinoceros was not afraid of him at all.

She walked over to the woman lying on the ground, stretched out her delicate white hand, and pointed at the monk's nose.

"You're a big bad guy!"

The little ox puffed out its cheeks and loudly accused the beast.

"You're dressed neatly, but your heart is black!"

"Your older sister is crying so hard, why did you hit her? What's wrong with giving her the water to help your little brother?"

He was verbally abused in the street by a five-year-old girl who pointed her finger at him.

The gray-robed monk's face instantly darkened, and a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes.

"presumptuous!"

The monk roared, raised his right hand, and swung his wide sleeves sharply.

A powerful gust of wind, typical of Foundation Establishment cultivators, carrying a ruthless force, swept directly towards Si Zi's petite body.

If that hit had landed squarely, an ordinary child would have broken several ribs.

however.

The strong wind hadn't even gotten close to the corner of Sizi's clothes.

Fatty Si, who was perched on Li Chen's shoulder, didn't even lift his eyelids.

This tabby cat with fishbone patterns, a gift from the Tang Dynasty emperor, simply flicked its long, fluffy tail.

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

The strong wind unleashed by the gray-robed monk instantly reversed direction.

He didn't even see what happened; it was as if he had been hit head-on by a charging rhinoceros.

"ah--!"

The monk let out a scream, his feet left the ground, and he flew backwards for two or three zhang.

It slammed heavily against the blue brick wall deep in the alley.

The wall cracked, and he slid down like a lump of mud, clutching his chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The small jade bottle filled with "merit water" that he had been holding in his hand also slipped out of his grasp.

Li Chen stepped forward, his slender fingers gently probing in mid-air.

He steadily caught the jade bottle in his hand.

He uncorked the bottle and casually sniffed it.

A deep look of mockery and disdain flashed in his deep eyes.

"This is the merit water you sell for ten low-grade spirit stones?"

Li Chen casually poured the water from the jade bottle onto the ground.

"The murky well water is mixed with a tiny bit of the lowest quality Qi-gathering grass powder. It has no medicinal effect whatsoever; on the contrary, it will only increase the burden on the spleen and stomach of ordinary people."

"Selling this kind of deadly poison to people on the verge of death, you bunch of bald monks, your methods of making money are truly unique and unconventional."

Upon hearing Li Chen's words, the woman lying on the ground was stunned.

Ignoring the pain in her body, she scrambled to the puddle of water, her hands trembling.

"No...it's impossible...this is holy water that has been blessed by the Buddha statue in the temple!"

"The doctor said that only this water can save my son's life..."

The woman's spirit was teetering on the brink of collapse.

She couldn't accept that the hope she had gained by spending all her savings and even selling her ancestral land was nothing more than a bottle of deceptive well water.

"Waaah...Mom...I'm cold..."

The child lying on the ground let out a faint groan of pain.

His lips had turned bluish-black, and his breathing was weak and feeble, clearly indicating that his condition had worsened and he was already on the verge of death.

"My child! My child!"

The woman hugged the child in despair and cried her heart out.

Seeing this, Sizi's big eyes also filled with tears.

The little girl can't stand seeing others go hungry or cold.

She quickly squatted down and opened the pink storage bag at her waist.

The little hands groped around inside.

"Big sister, don't cry! That bad monk's water was fake, my Guoguo is real!"

Si Zi took out a bright red spiritual fruit that exuded a rich fruity aroma and gentle spiritual energy.

This is the "Red Sun Fruit" from the Imperial Garden of the Tang Dynasty, specially used to nourish the bodies of mortals.

Sizi crushed the fruit with her little hands and carefully dripped the sweet juice into the child's mouth.

"Little brother, drink this and you won't feel cold anymore."

The Crimson Sun Fruit is incredibly precious; to mortals, it's practically a miraculous medicine that can bring the dead back to life.

The juice had just entered my throat.

The child's bluish complexion returned to its rosy hue at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His previously rapid and weak breathing became steady and long.

The cold and dampness in his body were instantly dispelled by that gentle spiritual energy.

In less than half an incense stick's time.

The child's eyelashes fluttered twice, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He looked around blankly, then touched his stomach.

"Mom... I feel better now, and I'm hungry."

Dead silence.

The alley fell into a deathly silence.

The woman stared blankly at her son in her arms, whose face was rosy and who could even cry out that he was hungry.

The brain has completely lost the ability to think.

next second.

She turned around abruptly and knelt down in front of Sizi with a thud.

His forehead slammed heavily against the hard bluestone slab, making a loud thud.

"Thank you so much, Living Buddha, for saving my life!"

"Thank you so much, Living Bodhisattva! You are a truly compassionate and merciful Living Bodhisattva!"

The woman wept with joy, worshipping incoherently.

The poor people who had been hiding in the shadows watching in the surrounding alleys were now all shocked.

They suffered from illness for many years and were squeezed into bankruptcy by the temple's "merit water".

I have never seen such an effective and immediate magical technique.

"This is truly... truly a living Buddha descended to earth!"

"Without spending a penny, a single fruit brought a dying person back to life!"

"Please, Bodhisattva, have mercy! I beg you to save my bedridden, paralyzed father as well!"

Soon, a large group of people knelt down in the alley.

Men, women, young and old, all looked at the little girl in the pink dress with a fervent and desperate pleading gaze.

Seeing so many people kowtowing to him.

Sizi was startled and quickly took two steps back, hiding beside Li Chen's legs.

But when I heard them call me "Bodhisattva".

The little girl immediately became unhappy.

In this place, "Bodhisattva" and "monk" were already equated with "big liar" in her mind.

"I'm not a bodhisattva!"

Sizi put her hands on her hips, pouted, and loudly corrected him in a serious tone.

"Those bald monks are all bad people, I don't want to be like them!"

"I am Sizi! I am the leader of the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult!"