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"Don't cry, sister." Renbao hurriedly stood on tiptoe to wipe away Su Shuying's tears. "Sister Liushang only has one year left to live. All Renbao can do is make her feel less uncomfortable."

Su Shuying was stunned.

Tears welled in Madam Yin's eyes as she rushed to Renbao, grasped her hand, and asked in a trembling voice, "Renbao, is what you're saying true?"

All the doctors predicted that Liu Shang would not live past today.

When Renbao said he only had one year left to live, it was the most beautiful thing a mother could hear.

"It's true." Renbao rubbed his chubby little hands, looking a little dejected. "It's because Renbao isn't strong enough to save Sister Liushang."

"No, everyone said I was going to die, but Renbao's arrival gave me an extra year of life," Liu Shang said gently with a smile. "Renbao is a lucky star."

Lady Yin wiped the corner of her eye and nodded emphatically.

Liu Shang was indeed destined to die; the moment Ren Bao arrived at the Liu residence, the situation changed.

A kind-hearted person encountered a soft-hearted little devil, and the death line in the dark was postponed by a year.

On the way back to the Su residence, Renbao nestled in Su Shuying's arms, her beautiful eyes wide as she asked, "Sister, Sister Liushang will also die in a year. Why didn't her family cry when they heard the news? Instead, they were happy."

Su Shuying looked down at her and said softly, "Renbao, everyone is afraid of death, but what they fear even more is the unknown and the sudden loss. If they knew the time limit, both they and their families would spend the remaining time together and do things they wanted to do but hadn't done before."

Renbao seemed thoughtful, yet still puzzled: "But why do people wait until they know when they will die to do what they want to do and spend time with the people they want to spend time with?"

Su Shuying's breath hitched.

Yes, why is that?

After a long pause, she said, "Ignorance is bliss. Renbao, if you want to do anything in the future, just tell your sister, and your sister will accompany you."

Renbao's eyes lit up: "I want to eat roast pigeon and roast duck!"

Su Shuying was amused by her, and her heavy thoughts vanished: "Let's go!"

"Young Miss, you're out of money!" Tao Xiang whispered from outside the carriage.

Renbao suddenly flung open the carriage curtain, his eyes widening in disbelief, and gestured with his hands: "Sister Taozixiang, I have so much! So much money!"

Tao Xiang suppressed a laugh: "Young Miss is so kind, she gave all her money away, have you forgotten?"

Renbao couldn't bear to see people suffer, so when he did, he would ask Taoxiang for money.

The older sister who sold herself into servitude to bury her father.

Elderly people who can't afford medical treatment.

A young child crying loudly because he couldn't afford to go to school.

As long as they are poor people who have accumulated good deeds and virtues in their daily lives, Renbao will wave his little hand.

Tao Xiang handed over the money with a clatter.

Renbao's little mouth opened into a circle, and she touched her chest, saying, "Renbao might also have a heart ailment; it hurts so much here."

Su Shuying coughed lightly: "Renbao, your sister will pay for you to eat."

"No!" Renbao shook his head, then suddenly clasped his hands together and shouted towards the north road, "God of Wealth, Renbao has no money! Please, give me some money!"

The God of Wealth of the North Road was dozing off when he heard this and opened his eyes, somewhat bewildered.

Who, who is calling him?

Upon closer inspection, the God of Wealth of the North Road realized it was actually a cute little Yama, adorable as a snowball.

Who could resist her!

The God of Wealth of the North Road grinned broadly: "Here he comes! Here he comes!"

Renbao's face lit up with joy, and his chubby little hands mimed grabbing money: "Money, come on! Money, come on!"

"Zhao Gongming, don't give Little Yama special treatment!" The Northern Heavenly King, dressed in a green robe, opened his treasure umbrella in his right hand to catch the glittering gold ingot. He glanced at the silver rat in his left hand and said, "Go."

The silver rat darted out and bit the gold ingots one by one.

North Road God of Wealth:………

He accused Vaisravana, "You have no heart!"

Vaisravana said expressionlessly, "Do not disturb Renbao's practice."

The North Road God of Wealth noticed that although he seemed to speak with a strong voice, he actually didn't dare to turn his face towards Renbao at all, and instead turned his head away.

"Oh! You were afraid Renbao would see your face, so you stole her gold ingot! You wanted Renbao to misunderstand me as stingy, didn't you? You're so cunning!"

The God of Wealth from the North Road was furious. He flew over to the Heavenly King of Abundance, pressed his head down, and turned him towards Renbao's direction.

Renbao looked puzzled. The gold ingot fell down, but it was eaten by a treasure umbrella and a silver rat.

Before she could even feel sad, she saw the God of Wealth from the North Road getting into a fight with someone.

Renbao clenched his fist and squinted, trying to see who it was.

The Little King of Hell's gaze was too intense.

Vaisravana conjured a red cloth and covered his face: "You can't see me, you can't see me..."

Renbao couldn't see his face at all, and she was getting angry. Seeing the God of Wealth from the North Road fighting for her sake, she quickly spoke up: "Stop fighting! I don't want the money anymore, Renbao will earn the money herself!"

She angrily climbed back into the carriage.

The God of Wealth of the North: "Vaisravana, if Renbao dislikes me, I'll never forgive you!"

Vaisravana fled at top speed.

Hopefully, Renbao didn't see his face.

Under the floating bridge in Beijing.

Many Taoist priests from Taoist temples set up stalls here to tell fortunes, read palms, and perform divination.

They often bickered and competed to see who could take on more work.

"Alas, my luck is terrible today. I've only earned a few copper coins in several hours, and I have to give half of it back to the Taoist temple for charity. I can't even afford a steamed bun."

"I don't have much time on my hands today. How about I tell your fortune? I'll give you a 50% discount, since we're in the same profession."

"screw you!"

As the old Taoist priests talked, they all looked at the stall that was unusually crowded today.

"Fellow Daoist Quanshi, may your wealth increase greatly!"

The old Taoist priest in the corner didn't even look up; he was counting money in his hand and grinned.

If I work for a few more days, I should be able to raise enough money to repay Renbao.

He was the old Taoist priest whom Madam Su had invited to the Marquis's mansion to frame Renbao. After Renbao captured the debt-collecting ghost on him, he also learned that Renbao was the man of destiny.

After leaving the Marquis's mansion, he reformed himself, devoted himself to studying Taoism, and never cheated or swindled again.

He only charged high-ranking officials and nobles, while accepting only one or two copper coins from the poor.

From then on, their luck changed, and they escaped the bitter days of poverty and destitution.

The old Taoist priest, Quanshi, put away the silver with satisfaction. He glanced at the several eager faces and waved his hand, saying, "Go, go, go."

"Fellow Daoists, please give us a copper coin or two, or we'll starve to death." The old Daoists smiled obsequiously.

The old Taoist priest remained unmoved: "I would rather die than see my fellow Taoist die."

Fellow Daoist: ...I really want to beat him to death!

Just then, a small figure appeared, attracting their attention.

Just moments before, the stingy old Taoist priest, Quanshi, had refused to part with a single penny. He swiftly rushed out and presented all his silver coins to the small figure.

"Young sir, what brings you here?" The old Taoist priest, Quanshi, looked at Renbao with surprise, then said happily, "Thanks to you, I was able to earn some silver. Here are ninety taels; please keep them safe. I'll pay you back when I've earned the remaining ten taels."

Renbao looked at him with surprise and delight.

She had just cast a divination, and the path to wealth was indicated by the floating bridge—and it was indeed so!

Renbao was full of confidence. When she learned that she had no money, her previously dejected expression returned to normal: "Sister Peach Fragrance, let's collect money and set up the stall!"

Several experienced Taoist priests were shocked: She's just a three-year-old baby! Is she setting up a fortune-telling stall?