Legend of the Great Sage Chapter 1559 - Dance of the Devaputra-māra

In a daze, he seemed to recall a world where it was absolutely unwise to help an old granny on the ground, where it was even better to avoid them altogether. Never did he think that running into an old granny would even come with money in this Sukhāvatī.

Compared to that, a world like this really was better!

That was not all. A group of people gathered around in concern. “Child, are you alright? That old aunty needs to look at where she’s going. Look at how she ran into you! Sigh, I don’t remember how long it’s been since I last saw a child as small as you. How pitiful.”

Not only were the “onlookers” caring, but their warmth was basically about to roast him alive.

“Eggborn” felt guilty inside and confessed quickly, “She didn’t run into me. I ran into her!”

The crowd took an even greater liking towards him. “What a great child. Someone has run into you, yet you’re still speaking for her! Yeah, yeah. Come, kid, take some cakes with you!”

Very soon, he was drowning in bodhi seeds. “I don’t need it. I don’t need anything!” Only then did he escape from the enthusiastic crowd after quite a difficulty.

“Strange, strange, oh so strange! A sparrow has trodden an old hen to death! An ant three feet six long, an old grandpa sitting in a cradle.”

He shook his head around as he sang a ballad, following the Upraised Light abbot through the bustling streets. It was a pity that there were no other children around, no one to sing along with him.

Suddenly, the Upraised Light abbot stopped. “We’ll stay here for the night.”

“Here!?”

This was neither a temple nor an inn, but a great square.

By now, the sun was setting, and the lanterns on the streets had just been lit. The square bustled with people, making it extremely lively. Many people formed groups, singing and dancing away. It did not seem like a place to stay for the night at all.

“That’s right, right here.”

“Alright then.”

“Eggborn” leaned against his knees and sat down on some steps, watching the dancing people. The setting sun turned his face as red as an apple

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