I was favored by the evil god, and I became a white-bone bodhisattva.

"Boss, Tangtang has no money." The little girl said with her eyes wide open.

"No charge, I'll give you food."

"..."

This is so awesome, I can get food without spending any money!

"Thank you, boss—"

After Tangtang thanked loudly, she ran away with the bowl in her arms.

The little girl is pretty cute. I should have given her an extra bun earlier.

The boss smiled and started selling his goods in a good mood.

Tangtang was so excited that she succeeded in begging for alms for the first time in her life that she held the bun for a long time and was reluctant to eat it.

When passing by a market, the little girl found that there seemed to be someone performing on the street.

The crowd formed a circle, it was very lively.

This reminded her of the time when she traveled with Sister Xie, and she felt a sense of familiarity in her heart, so Tangtang squeezed into the crowd and stopped to watch.

"Is it a dart?"

While biting a bun, the little girl asked the person next to her.

"Darts? That's too common. They must be performing the rope show to attract so many people."

Wow--

"What is the rope?"

"Yes, you will know when you read on."

Tangtang nodded and stopped talking. She watched the performance with great interest.

There are two performers in total, who appear to be a grandfather and grandson.

The props are a flute and a big bundle of rope?

...........................

"Don't miss it if you pass by"

"Today I am going to demonstrate a unique skill passed down from my ancestors - the rope that goes through the sky!"

This statement may have been said more than once, and the onlookers were getting a little impatient and started to urge him on.

Seeing this, the old man did not delay any longer. He picked up the flute and put it to his mouth.

As the flute sounded, the rope in front of the old man slowly stood up, like a snake raising its body to catch its prey.

There were exclamations everywhere, Tangtang quickly ate the bun and clapped loudly.

The old man kept playing the flute, and one end of the rope kept stretching towards the sky.

Until it broke through the clouds and completely disappeared from everyone's sight!

"it is good"

Warm applause broke out, and at this time the thin grandson also took action.

He first clasped his fists to the people around him, and then climbed up to the sky along the straight rope.

"it is good!"

The applause suddenly became more enthusiastic, and even Tangtang had to admit that this rope-pulling performance was much more interesting than Sister Xie Lingyun's dart shooting.

Large amounts of reward money fell into the plate beside the old man, and his face couldn't help but turn red.

The boy was very nimble and he disappeared while crawling.

After a long time, as the sound of the flute gradually stopped, he slowly fell down along with the rope.

"What's in the sky, young man?"

As soon as the boy landed on the ground, someone couldn't wait to ask.

People are always full of fantasies about the sky. According to legend, the two Bodhisattvas with a hundred eyes and a thousand feet also came down from the sky.

So maybe there is a Buddhist paradise above the sky?

"In the sky, there is a temple in the sky." The boy's tone was full of surprise and confusion.

"Ahem"

Hearing his grandson say this, the old man coughed loudly.

What temple?

I never taught you to say that.

...........................

After receiving his grandfather's reminder, the boy quickly said, "The temple floated past me. I continued to climb up and came to a place full of lotus pedestals. All the people sitting on the lotus pedestals were Arhats, and they were listening to the Bodhisattva's lecture."

As he spoke, the boy took out an oil lamp from his arms.

"I happened to climb up to the lotus platform of the Bodhisattva and saw an oil lamp on it, so I put it in my arms and took it down."

This story doesn't stand up to scrutiny, but everyone was just trying to have fun and no one took the boy seriously.

"You have climbed to the Buddha's paradise!"

Someone made a joke, and immediately many people followed suit.

"This grandson of mine has been unlucky since he was young. He can't afford this oil lamp."

The process naturally entered the buying and selling stage. The old man was not greedy and offered a not-so-high price for the oil lamp.

"I want this lamp."

It was very strange that a monk actually asked to buy a lamp.

Moreover, this monk seemed to be quite famous. As soon as he opened his mouth, people around him immediately exclaimed "Master Ru Hai".

Money is a worldly thing and it is not convenient for monks to carry it.

But for a monk like Ru Hai who is quite famous in the local area, there will naturally be people who are eager to pay for what he wants.

Thanks to Ruhai, the oil lamp was finally sold at a price several times higher than the old man had expected.

The old man thanked Ruhai profusely, but the latter asked the boy about the "heavenly temple" with a smile.

“Does the temple have a plaque?”

"It's been floating all the time. Has it stopped?"

"It's heading towards the mountain. Is it showing any signs of stopping?"

After Ruhai inquired in detail, he immediately invited the grandfather and grandson to visit his temple.

Chapter 089: Hanging Temple

After the tightrope show ended, the grandfather and grandson were pulled away by Ruhai, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Tangtang recalled the wonderful performance and was about to leave when a stall owner selling fans not far away called her.

"Little girl over there, come here."

When Tangtang heard someone calling her, she ran over.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

After squinting his eyes and studying the little girl for a while, and confirming that she was the person the Pavilion Master was looking for, the outer disciple of the Painted Skin Pavilion said with a smile, "The fan is one penny each. Do you want to buy one?"

The only sect that could cross national borders and establish intelligence networks in the five major countries was the Painted Skin Pavilion during the period of the Formless Demon Lord.

Later, the Painted Skin Pavilion encountered a disaster, and the Demon Lord was burned by a dark fire and his three souls and seven spirits became an empty shell.

The Thousand-Faced Elder led his people to flee, and fled from Shang State to Zhao State overnight. He also gave the intelligence network he had painstakingly built to King Zhao as a gift.

In name, this intelligence network has been taken over by the royal family, but Qianmian can still use it if he wants to occasionally.

“What a beautiful fan”

The little girl seemed to like these fans very much, but unfortunately...

"Tangtang doesn't have Sangguo's money, bye!"

Tangtang waved to the stall owner and walked away holding the bowl.

Uh, what a bad decision. If I had known, I would have just given her a fan for free.

The stall owner was very upset. If he had kept the marked fan with him, he would have been able to keep track of the girl's whereabouts at all times.

But having missed this opportunity, he didn't dare to force it again.

After all, he is the person who can enable the Pavilion Master to launch the intelligence network. He is definitely not a small character. It would be bad if he fails to do so.

"Forget it, as long as we can report her general whereabouts, it will be a great achievement!"

...................

There were a few pieces of rice cakes in the bowl, which were the result of Tangtang's begging again.

The little girl ate while walking and had the leisure to appreciate the scenery along the road.

"Give way to the girl in front"

An ox cart loaded with straw was coming from behind. As the road was narrow, Tangtang simply jumped into the field next to it to avoid it.

"Thanks, young lady. Would you like me to give you a ride to the town ahead?"

The ox pulling the cart was an old one, and its speed was only slightly faster than that of an ordinary person walking.

The man was driving the cattle and casually asked the little girl in the field.

"Okay, okay," Tangtang nodded repeatedly.

Although she has a paper horse, it is a consumable item and will break down soon after being used for a long time, so she no longer rides it all the time.

"Come up!"

After Tangtang got in the car, the man couldn't help but joked, "You are so brave, aren't you afraid that I will sell you out?"

"Eh?"

"Hahaha, I'm just kidding. Selling children will bring retribution. I won't do such a thing."

The car owner started chatting with Tangtang. When he learned that the latter came from Wu State, he couldn't help but ask: "Recently, many people from Wu State have been running to our side. I heard that there is a war?"

"Yes, there was a war, and there was a flood before that."

After hearing what the little girl said, the man immediately understood.

It’s a natural disaster and man-made disaster, no wonder.

"The oxcart in front, stop, stop!"

Ok?

The car owner looked back and found that the person shouting was an old man with a little boy beside him.

"Tangtang has seen them. They performed the rope show at the market a few days ago." The little girl was very impressed by the grandfather and grandson and recognized them at a glance.

Well, he doesn't look like a bad guy.

The owner thought for a moment, stopped the cart and asked, "Why did you ask me to stop?"

"Master, please let us get in the car and hide. There are monks chasing us!"

.....................

This is strange, could it be that these two people stole things into the temple?

Seeing the car owner looking at him suspiciously, the old man couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas, alas, if I tell anyone about this, no one will believe it!"

"You can tell me, maybe I will believe it, but I want to hear him say it." The car owner pointed to the little boy next to the old man.

Tangtang also looked over curiously. Under everyone's gaze, the boy stammered and explained the cause of the incident.

It turned out that Ru Hai asked the two people to leave that day because he wanted them to help him climb up the temple that was floating in the air.