Chapter 127 Change your destiny
Xiao Cui's complexion looked better. Wang Feiyin felt around his body, took out a bottle of medicine, and poured out a pill for her.

Xiao Cui, who had been wary of Pan Yun and others before, took the medicine and put it in her mouth without thinking.

Pan Jun was so curious that he left his new apprentice and squeezed over. Seeing this, he quickly handed over the bamboo tube.

There was clear water in the bamboo tube. Xiao Cui took it and swallowed the medicine. After a while, her complexion looked a little better.

Wang Feiyin looked at the blood on her finger, cleaned it, applied medicine, and wrapped it with a clean linen strip.

"That's all right. I'll give you two doses of medicine. You can take them home and take them first. On the third day, when the festival is about to end, ask your son to help you over and let my junior brother prescribe three more doses of medicine for you. You'll be almost done after you finish them."

Wang Feiyin gently advised: "I know you have a quick temper, but things are different now. We are old now, and we have experienced everything. Some things don't need to be taken to heart, and don't worry too much."

"For example, when buying this piece of cloth, don't you just want to save some money for the children? In my opinion, just save a little. If we lower the price, the children might blame us for being shameful if they find out."

Xiao Cui: "He dares?"

"Who cares if he dares or not? We don't know what he's thinking. Anyway, if he can't afford to buy the cloth, it's not that you don't know how to save money, but that he's incompetent. He's already in his twenties and can't even support his family."

Wang Feiyin: "You, don't take everything too seriously. Life is short, so you should live it in a relaxed and happy way, and be free and at ease, both mentally and physically."

Xiao Cui looked at Wang Feiyin with envy, "How can we compare to you, Taoist Priest..."

"Same, same," Wang Feiyin said with a smile, "I am the same as you. I am also supported by my son, but I don't care much about his affairs, so I am happy and healthy. If I care about him like you do, I will be very angry."

Xiao Cui seemed to be thinking about something.

Xiao Cui's home is not far from here, just in the next village.

Those who come to the Sanqing Festival to attend the temple fair are all villagers from the surrounding area, so the news here soon spread back to Xiao Cui's village.

Her son and daughter-in-law were making fertilizer in the fields. When they heard that their mother had fainted at the temple fair, they immediately dropped their shovels and ran to the temple fair.

His wife followed closely behind.

By the time the couple arrived at the temple fair, breathless, Wang Feiyin had already persuaded Xiao Cui and helped her up from the ground.

Xiao Cui's son was called Luo Dadong. He obviously still remembered Wang Feiyin. He had been guided by someone along the way and knew that his mother had stopped breathing after falling. So he ran up and pulled his wife to kneel down and kowtowed to Wang Feiyin, "Master, you saved my family again."

Wang Feiyin quickly pulled him back and said with a smile, "You knocked on the wrong person. This time it was my junior brother and sister who saved your mother."

Xiao Cui then remembered that she had not yet thanked Tao Ji and Pan Yun, so she quickly pulled her grandson over and said to her son and daughter-in-law, "It was this young Taoist priest who discovered that I was sick, and this Taoist priest gave me the acupuncture that saved me. You should kowtow to them."

Luo Dadong and his wife kowtowed to Tao Ji and Pan Yun without any hesitation.

"And the mountain god," Xiao Cui said, "Thanks to the mountain god's blessing, I was able to escape danger this time. I will burn three sticks of incense when I return."

Luo Dadong and his wife turned around in circles and continued to kowtow in the direction of Sanqing Mountain.

Tao Ji raised his head and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then hurried forward to help them. At this time, Pan Jun was looking at the spiritual realm in surprise.

The spiritual realm shows that the merit is +2+2+100+100.

Pan Jun looked at Luo Dadong and his wife, then at Xiao Cui and her grandchildren. She couldn't help but use her talent to look at them again, and she found that the blood-red evil spirit that lingered around them had disappeared.

But what does that blood-red evil spirit represent?
Isn't it just a bloody disaster?

She was cured of her illness and the blood disaster was eliminated. She understood, but why did she only get 100 points? This was too much, and why did the child get it too?
Alas, one only regrets not having read enough books when the time comes. She is still not as good as the fourth senior sister.

Just as I was thinking about Fourth Senior Sister, I noticed Xuanmiao standing in the crowd out of the corner of my eye.

She didn't know how long she stood there, looking at this side seriously.

Just as Pan Yun was about to step forward, he saw a very faint shadow floating in the air, as if it was outlined by a few clouds.

She paused and looked up at the sky.

The mountain god Pan Gong looked down at all this with a solemn expression and remained silent.

Seeing that the mountain god was just watching quietly without saying anything or paying any attention to her, Pan Yun quietly squeezed back to Xuanmiao's side.

Li Jisi followed closely behind, standing silently behind his young master without saying a word.

Xuanmiao glanced at him, then at Pan Jun, without saying anything, nor stopping him.

"Fourth Senior Sister, I just received a large amount of merit points. I just took a closer look and called Third Senior Brother for help. How did I receive so many merit points?"

Xuanmiao knew that she had obtained a merit stone from the mountain god and refined it into a treasure that could show her own merit. Although she didn't understand why she was so wasteful and used the merit stone to refine this thing, she knew that she liked to do good deeds. Even if she didn't go to the county town, she would ask them to bring some rice and flour to the little beggars in the county town every once in a while.

Xuanmiao glanced at Xiaocui and her grandchildren again and said calmly, "You changed their fate. What kind of aura did you see in them?"

Pan Yun said: "There is a patch of red in the thick white air. It is evil energy, rushing straight to the center of the forehead, and it is so red that it is black."

Xuanmiao said, "Observing the Qi is not just about observing the Qi, but also observing the whole body. You see her Qi is pure, with few impurities, and is thick white, which means she has never done anything wrong in her life."

"Her palms are thick, obviously she works a lot and is a hard-working person. Her marriage palace is dim, obviously her husband died early, and her children palace is bright, indicating that she is a widow with a child," Xuanmiao said, "It is especially difficult for a widow to have a child. She can live a life without mistakes under such difficult circumstances, which shows her character."

"Things like bargaining are not kind, but it's hard to say whether something is right or wrong if it's something that we both agree on."

Pan Yun: "What if our good intentions were misunderstood?"

"Are you trying to say that she didn't know how to appreciate kindness before?"

Pan Jun smiled.

Xuanmiao said, "Every effect has its cause. She doesn't like monks and Taoist priests, so naturally she has been deceived by them and has suffered greatly from them."

She said, "Looking at the mood of the two, she had a rough life. She fainted suddenly this time and died on the spot. Her grandson is young, so it's normal for him to get into trouble in the chaos. You took a closer look and saved their lives."

Pan Jun couldn't help but look at Li Jisi. If we really talk about cause and effect, it was Li Jisi who first saw the two of them, the grandfather and the grandson.

Li Jisi was also thinking with his eyes lowered, and from time to time he looked up at the grandparents and grandchildren. Comparing with Pan Yun and Xuanmiao's conclusions, he vaguely grasped the edge of the art of qigong.

Pan Jun didn't disturb him. This is how cultivation works. The master gives guidance, and how well you practice depends entirely on yourself.

She looked at the merit progress bar happily. It jumped forward so much. As long as she could gain another 7,685 merit points, she would be able to collect 10,000 merit points, fill up the progress bar, and unlock a seal.

She wanted to see what functions could be unlocked by unlocking another seal in the spiritual realm.

"You did a great job this time. Their fate has changed." Pan Gong in mid-air stood beside Pan Yun at some point.

Pan Yun looked straight ahead and asked in a low voice, "Is their fate so important? It even alarmed you, Master, to come and see it in person."

Pan Gongdao said: "She had been worshipping me devoutly for 19 years. This time, she got into an argument with someone and became so angry that she died on the spot. In the chaos, her little grandson was taken away by human traffickers."

"Because the child was smart and remembered his name and family even though he was young, he could not be sold several times. The traffickers broke his hands and feet, cut off his ears and tongue, and left him on the street to beg. He died of illness within two years. He was only six years old."

Pan Yun was silent and stopped talking.

Mr. Pan continued, "Luo Dadong and his wife suddenly lost their mother and son. They were so sad that they fell ill for a long time. The Luo family members took the opportunity to bully him. The couple couldn't find their child for a long time. In addition, they were often bullied by the villagers. They were depressed and sick for a long time. After Luo's wife He Hua died, Luo Dadong also committed suicide."

"After she died, He Xiaocui didn't want to cross the Naihe Bridge to reincarnate. Unexpectedly, she saw a family of three who died miserably in the underworld, especially her grandson. So she was filled with resentment and sued me to King Yama."

Pan Yun: “What?”

Pan Gong narrated calmly: "She worshipped me devoutly for 19 years, but she didn't expect that I failed to protect her family, so she accused me of failing to fulfill my duties as a priest."

Pan Jun was silent for a moment before asking, "So she won the lawsuit?"

Mr. Pan nodded, "What she said was not wrong, but my magic power is limited, and my faith is not much. I watched them fall into trouble and tried to save their family from the water and fire several times, but destiny was not on their side, and I missed it again and again."

He sighed with regret, "I don't have many followers, and their family is the most loyal, but I still can't protect them. What's the point of having a god that can't protect the people? So they were right to sue me."

Pan Yun looked up at him, "What does Master mean?"

Mr. Pan: “You know.”

Pan Yun said solemnly: "Don't worry, I will work hard to recruit followers and maintain your reputation and dignity. I rushed to the front because I saw the bond between her and our Sanqing Mountain."

Mr. Pan still had no expression on his face, but his tone was much softer, "The loyal followers of my teacher now are all from your senior brother. I hope you can be like him."

Pan Jun nodded repeatedly, "I will definitely learn from you, Senior Brother."

Mr. Pan was satisfied. He took one last look at He Xiaocui, and his figure faded away slowly into the air.

As he left, there was a soft "pop" sound, and a layer of air seemed to break around Pan Yun. Li Jisi then saw Pan Yun and walked up to him and asked in a low voice, "Master, I seemed to see bad luck over their family just now, and it seems that they will still be unlucky in the future. Do you think I am seeing things wrong?"

Pan Jun looked at him approvingly, "You are right, this young man is teachable."

　Today's lucky number is the number ending in 1, as shown in the screenshot
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