The real daughter rolled up to make 200 million

Chapter 62 Spy
"Ah... eh... Mo"

Listening to the monks' humming in the temple, Ye Ran knew that the longevity ceremony had begun.

Ye Ran touched the medicine powder in his pocket, then stood up and walked out.

The main hall and the kitchen were the two places she was most suspicious of.

There were only two little monks in the kitchen, and they both looked absent-minded.

Ye Ran sneaked in when they weren't paying attention.

The temple's kitchen does not look like a product of the 21st century and has no traces of technology.

An old-fashioned stove made of lime was used. A large iron pot was placed above the stove, and the fire opening was also relatively large.

Since it was not meal time, the stove was not used.

But it is not difficult to see that the stove is quite old, because the place where the fire is burned is pitch black.

Ye Ran hid beside the stove. She half-crouched and moved around in the kitchen, trying to find out useful information.

Ye Ran touched the wall. It was cold and smooth and didn't look like it had any mechanical devices.

Ye Ran squatted for a long time and his feet felt numb.

She raised her right foot and tried to move it, but she lost her balance and fell backwards.

She quickly reached out and grabbed the edge of the stove, and her hands felt pitch black.

Ye Ran didn't even have time to wipe her hands because she suddenly touched a loose brick.

A thought flashed through Ye Ran’s mind: Could there be a mechanism hidden here?
She placed her hand on the brick and was about to operate it.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from the kitchen. The footsteps were very chaotic and it sounded like many people came in.

Ye Ran looked around, trying to find a hiding place.

There is a rice jar, but it is a bit far away.

Hearing the approaching sound, Ye Ran could only hide in the burning stove.

Ye Ran curled her legs up, bent over and hugged her legs, so that she could hide completely in the hole where firewood was added.

The footsteps gradually approached, and Ye Ran quietly pinched the medicine bag in his clothes.

The footsteps stopped in front of Ye Ran, and Ye Ran felt a panic in his heart.

At this time, Wang Lun looked down and saw Ye Ran hiding in the stove.

He frowned and said in a cold voice: "Miss Ye, why are you here?"

……

Ren Fei held the Buddha statue and walked around the venue. Wherever he went, everyone put their hands together and bowed to show their respect.

In order not to reveal his flaws, Feng Qichu bowed like them.

Ren Fei placed the pitch-black Buddha statue in the center of the platform and looked down at the believers below.

Looking at their pious looks, Ren Fei was very happy, and then began to narrate the origin of the evil god.

Ren Fei tells the story of an evil god brilliantly with both emotion and voice.

When the clock struck nine, Ren Fei shouted excitedly, "Present the tribute."

However, a monk came running over in a hurry, and he leaned close to Ren Fei's ear and said, "Abbot, something bad has happened to the tribute."

Ren Fei frowned, his eyes frightening: "What?"

The change in Ren Fei's aura made everyone present a little nervous.

Yang Jiesheng stared at the two people who were whispering in front of him. He frowned and said, "What happened? Let us know too."

Zhang Qing spoke in line with Yang Jiesheng’s words: “Yes, we also need to know what happened.”

Ren Fei glanced at the people around him. Their expressions were serious and they didn't look like they could be fooled. Ren Fei thought for a moment, then said to the monk beside him: "Just tell them directly. They have the right to know."

The monk who got what he needed said, "A 'blood supplement' died this morning, and now the tribute quantity is wrong."

The guests were all anxious: "What?"

The annual birthday ceremony, the offerings are determined according to the number of guests attending the ceremony.

You will be punished if you don't bring a gift when visiting the host's house.

If the amount of tribute is not right, the gods will get angry, and not only will they not extend your lifespan, they may even punish you.

But no one wants to be punished!

Yan Bai said anxiously: "The auspicious time is coming soon, hurry up and find another tribute."

Zhang Duo glared at Yan Bai and said with a mocking tone: "Where can we find tribute at this time? Do you really think tribute is flowers, fruits and vegetables?"

Zhang Qing said impatiently: "What should we do?"

Feng Qichen just watched the scene silently without expressing his opinion.

Yang Jiesheng thought about it and said, "Bring the tributes up first and see what's going on."

"Yeah"

Ren Fei nodded and asked the tributes to come up.

One by one, the tributes were pressed into the sacrificial site.

Those people couldn't be called human beings at all. They were extremely thin and had dull eyes.

Only one woman still had her own thoughts. She looked at the people on the field and whimpered for help.

I looked at the people I could see on TV with hope, praying that they could get out on their own.

However, those people remained unmoved, and there was no trace of emotion in their eyes.

The last light in Duan Qiangwei's eyes went out, and she fell into complete despair.

Ten people walked in one after another, but there seemed to be someone behind them.

Ye Ran walked in with two monks holding his arms.

However, their attitude towards Ye Ran was not as rough as that towards the blood-replenishing bag. At least they did not block her mouth with a rag.

Feng Qizhi's eyebrows shrank suddenly, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably. He had no time to think about what to do next. He immediately took two steps forward, stood in front of Ren Fei, and asked aggressively: "Abbot Ren, what do you mean by this?"

Ren Fei knew that Wang Lun would not arrest people randomly, so he asked Wang Lun, "What's going on?"

Wang Lun explained, "I saw Miss Ye sneaking around in the kitchen, hiding at the stove. I suspected Miss Ye was a spy, so I caught her and brought her here."

Ren Fei's expression suddenly became serious, and his eyes turned fierce as he stared at Ye Ran.

Ye Ran immediately yelled back, "Are you sick? You are the spy. I was hungry and went to the kitchen to steal some food. Can I be considered a spy? And what era is this? Are you thinking you are playing an ancient war?"

Wang Lun did not respond and stared at Ren Fei.

Feng Qizhi looked at the two men who were still holding Ye Ran's shoulders. He walked in front of Ren Fei, his eyes flashing with ferocity, and his tone was gloomy: "Let him go!"

Ren Fei didn't say anything, but squinted his eyes and thought about something.

At this time, Zhao Duo stared at Ye Ran with a smile, his eyes full of ill intentions. He smiled and instigated, "There is an ancient saying that it is better to kill someone by mistake than to let him go. Although I don't know if Miss Ye is an undercover, but if she is, Abbot Ren, not to mention that the pagoda and temple you built with your own hands will be destroyed. Our reputations and careers will be severely damaged."

The business and political leaders around here must be afraid that this matter will be exposed.

This is the best time to take advantage of their suspicion and kill Ye Ran. Zhao Duo must not let it go.

So Zhao Duo expressed his thoughts. His tone was calm but his words were shocking: "It just so happens that we are short of one tribute, so why not let Miss Ye take over."

(End of this chapter)