A little devil has arrived at the Marquis's mansion, and all the powerful officials in the cour

Ning Wan'er and Wang Zhiwen came to Wushan.

Everyone turned to look at the two of them, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Ning Wan'er appeared more composed than she had been at the Ning family home, displaying the demeanor of a matriarch.

Wang Zhiwen had a rosy complexion and was full of energy, making it hard to believe that he had previously been a sickly man on the verge of death.

"Little Celestial Master." Ning Wan'er ignored the Ning family members and walked straight to the carriage, bowing respectfully to Renbao.

Renbao poked his little head out: "You've finished reading the Sand Mining Chronicles, haven't you?"

"I've finished reading it." Ning Wan'er said excitedly, "Thank you so much, Little Celestial Master! I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

Renbao gave her a lost book on sand mining as a wedding gift.

In the Ning family, she never thought about learning sand mining, nor was she qualified to get involved.

After obtaining the sand mining manual, she became completely engrossed in it, studying it day and night.

The ancestor who wrote the sand mining chronicle did not reincarnate after death, but became a ghost messenger in the underworld. Seeing how diligent she was, he appeared in her dreams every night to teach her.

Renbao didn't quite understand what she was saying, so he turned to her and asked, "Sister, what does 'expectation' mean?"

The air fell silent for a moment.

Ning Wan'er scratched her head, realizing that the little celestial master was only three years old and needed to be described in concise terms.

"I just don't want to embarrass you!" she explained.

Renbao understood. He clenched his chubby little fist and waved his hand, saying, "Don't embarrass yourself, or the sand-mining ghost will come looking for you at night! I'm leaving now."

Renbao walked towards the small temple.

"Husband, the little celestial master just said who came to see me tonight?" Ning Wan'er's voice trembled slightly.

Are the people who appear in her dreams every night teaching her ghosts? She thought they were gods!

Wang Zhiwen reassured him, "What you learn is a skill. Go and use your abilities to save the miners."

Ning Wan'er nodded and walked steadily toward Wushan.

She came to save people.

Ning Shi looked at Ning Wan'er with a livid face, then ignored her and walked past her.

"Wan'er," Elder Ning said, looking at her, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Ning Wan'er nodded lightly and slowly walked into Wushan under everyone's gaze.

Ning Weiyu, the nun the Ning family had trained for over a decade, stood there pale-faced, unable to do anything.

She failed.

Ning Wan'er stood in the wind and sand, her hands clasped together as she chanted.

If you want the mountain god to come, you must be devout.

This chanting sent a chill down the spines of the Ning clan elders and others. They had heard the legend that the sand-mining ancestors could summon the mountain god through chanting.

How could Ning Wan'er do that?

Mountain God, come and see! The people trapped here are innocent civilians. Please have mercy and save them.

Ning Wan'er silently recited in her heart.

An ancient and high-pitched cry suddenly rang out, and the crowd paid homage.

The mountain god has appeared!

Ning Wan'er opened her eyes and pointed to several locations: "Start digging!"

Fifteen minutes later, the miner crawled out of the hole, his eyes revealing the relief of surviving the ordeal.

It was Miss Wan'er who saved them!

"Miss Wan'er!"

Overjoyed, they wept and sang folk songs around Ning Wan'er.

Ning Wan'er smiled and said, "It was Master Renbao and my ghost master who guided me. You should all thank them."

Are there people with the surname Gui (鬼)?

How strange!

"Little Celestial Master! Ghost Master!"

The miners shouted.

Renbao sensed that her merit had increased again. She exclaimed in surprise and waved her chubby little hands happily, "Sister Wan'er rescued them!"

Su Shuying stroked her little head and said, "From now on, the Ning family's status will change."

Fifty miles outside the capital, in a quiet grove, lies an ancient temple.

"The Temple of Wish-Fulfilling." Renbao stood at the entrance, looking up with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Sister, does it really grant all wishes?"

Su Shuying felt dizzy even before entering the temple. She rubbed her forehead and said, "I don't know if it's right or not, but this temple gives me a very strange and uncomfortable feeling."

"Please come in, two worshippers." The abbot came out, looked them over, and smiled.

They were young ladies from wealthy families.

Renbao looked up at the abbot as he walked.

"Young pilgrim, do you have any questions for this old monk?" The abbot asked calmly, his hands clasped together, adopting the demeanor of a master.

Renbao looked at Su Shuying: "Sister, may I speak?"

Su Shuying paused slightly, a bad feeling creeping over her. She nodded, "Renbao, say whatever you want to say."

The next moment, Renbao's childish voice rang out throughout the entire Buddhist hall.

"Why do you still smell of meat and alcohol? Aren't monks supposed to not eat meat?"

All eyes of the surrounding worshippers turned to the abbot.

He was fat and had big ears; when he walked, the fleshy muscles on his face jiggled.

The abbot's expression changed abruptly: "Young pilgrim, you jest."

Renbao was drawn to the fruit on the offering table. She ran over, picked one up, and took a bite.

"How could you eat the offered fruit!" the abbot shouted.

Renbao pointed at the image of Vaisravana, saying, "How could you cover Uncle Vaisravana's face like that!"

As she spoke, she nimbly climbed onto the statue, intending to remove the red cloth from its head.

The worshippers who came to offer incense were dumbfounded and dared not even breathe.

This little toddler, who looks only three years old, is incredibly brave.

The abbot's eyes sharpened, then turned panicked, and he shouted, "Don't move!"

"I'm going to move." Renbao's hand had already gripped a corner of the red cloth, ready to lift it.

A demon pill! Where did this demon pill come from?!

Sending her to the temple was the most regrettable and wrong decision he ever made!

Seeing that force wouldn't work, the abbot softened his tone and pleaded, "Little ancestor, come down quickly. If you lift the red cloth, you'll offend the Heavenly King, and he'll blame you. Listen to me, come down quickly."

"No way, Uncle Tianwang even asked me to help him!" Renbao continued to lift it up, but her arms weren't long enough, so her chubby body moved up a little further.

"Wait a minute!" The abbot looked at Su Shuying pleadingly, "This pilgrim, could you please persuade your sister?"

Before coming here, Renbao had said that he was going to do something big.

Although Su Shuying didn't know what the big deal was, she knew that if Renbao had done it, he must have had his reasons.

"I can't persuade her either," Su Shuying said, shrugging.

The abbot's face instantly turned sinister, and he coldly ordered, "Guards! Kill her!"

No one could have imagined that this small temple was hiding guards, with a dozen men in black holding sharp arrows aimed at Renbao.

Su Shuying acted decisively, pulling out a dagger and pressing it against the abbot's neck: "Dare to touch my sister, I'll kill you first!"

The abbot froze instantly, his voice trembling: "Don't move!"

The worshippers were so frightened that they dared not move. They were just offering incense when suddenly this happened!

Renbao hugged the statue with one arm and pulled at the red cloth with the other, smiling sweetly at the worshippers, "Uncles and aunties, hurry down the mountain, or there will be a fight later."

The pilgrims were stunned, unsure whether to leave or stay.

Su Shuying gripped the dagger tightly and shouted, "Listen to my Renbao, you all go down the mountain first!"

The worshippers snapped out of their daze and fled the temple in a panic.

...

"Master! Something terrible has happened! Minister Su's daughter has gone to the temple to remove the red cloth covering the Heavenly King's face!" Seeing that something was wrong, the young monk in the temple turned around and went into the city to enter the Fan residence.

The head of the Fan family was greatly alarmed: "Prepare the horses immediately!"