The gluttonous little boy is four and a half years old, and even the wealthy family kneels down and

A wisp of white mist, almost invisible, drifted out from the upright copper coin, swirling and hovering in mid-air; it was Yu Ziping's main soul.

He looked a little dazed, drifting around in a daze, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

Xiao Jin tiptoed and took out the white porcelain bottle she had used that afternoon from her cloth bag.

The bottle is white and smooth, and is sealed with a red cloth stopper.

She pulled out the stopper and whispered into the wisp of white mist, "Come in, I won't arrest you."

As if understanding, the white mist slowly drifted into the bottle opening.

Xiao Jin brought the bottle to her ear and shook it, and could faintly hear two voices inside.

One was Yu Ziping's bewildered muttering, and the other was the voice of the little girl who had been brought in that afternoon.

"You must behave well," Xiao Jin said, then put the bottle back in its place, took out three incense sticks from the box, lit them, and placed them in the small incense burner. She then placed the small porcelain bottle next to the burner. "You can stay inside for one night. Tomorrow, when my nephew-grandson returns, I will retrieve the remaining soul and spirit, and then I will send you to where you belong."

The cigarette smoke drifted gently, and the porcelain bottle remained quiet, which was considered a fitting response.

After finishing all that, Xiao Jin was about to pack her things when she suddenly felt a burning sensation in her chest.

She exclaimed "Ah!" and looked down to pull open her collar, where she saw the jade pendant around her neck emitting a faint, warm glow through her clothes.

At this moment, the Longevity Jade was like a small sun in its heart, very bright, but softer than sunlight.

This is a great act of merit!

Xiao Jin's eyes lit up instantly, and she couldn't help but laugh as she held the jade pendant in her small hands.

She touched it again and again, happily muttering to herself, "I've saved up a little bit more, this is great, this is great."

She tucked the jade pendant back into her clothes, patted her chest, and then squatted down to put everything on the table away.

The old makeup box I picked up from the mall today, the seven bones I dug up from under the villa, and the three gloomy wooden plaques are all laid out on the table.

Xiao Jin took out a piece of yellow cloth with a Bagua pattern, carefully wrapped all the items up, tied a knot, and tiptoed to stuff it into the deepest part of the cabinet.

"Done!" She clapped her hands and proudly raised her chin. "Xiao Jin is so capable!"

After tidying up, she suddenly remembered something and took out a small cloth bag from the wooden box. Inside was a small packet of seeds, dark in color, with a faint grassy fragrance.

These are the seeds she brought from the mountain when she came down. Her master told her to plant them in the Yun family's courtyard.

Xiao Jin, carrying a cloth bag, ran to the door and pushed it open suddenly.

"Ouch!"

A cry of pain came from outside the door.

Xiao Jin peeked out and saw Yun Ziang squatting by the door, covering his nose, his eyes red, and grimacing.

"Grand-nephew?" Xiao Jin tilted her head. "What are you doing squatting here?"

Yun Ziang rubbed his nose and stood up a little embarrassed: "I... I was just worried about you, and I was afraid of disturbing your ritual, so I squatted at the door and waited."

He was incredibly curious, but too afraid to go in and cause trouble, so he peeked through the crack in the door. After listening for a while, he heard nothing. Just as he was pondering this, the door opened, and he bumped right into it.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jin's eyes curved into crescent moons, and she tiptoed to pat his arm: "My great-nephew is so kind! He even knows to worry about Xiao Jin!"

Upon being praised, Yun Ziang instantly felt no pain and scratched his head, chuckling, "So...is everything done? Is my brother alright?"

"Ah!" Xiao Jin suddenly slapped her forehead, "I almost forgot!"

As she spoke, she turned and ran back to her room, pulled a sheet of yellow paper from the pile, and with nimble fingers, folded a small paper bird in a few quick movements.

She held the paper bird close to the incense stick and lit it. The paper bird burst into flames and burned to ashes.

But it wasn't over yet. The ashes emitted a faint golden light, which floated into the air and grew brighter and brighter, eventually forming a small golden bird the size of a palm. It flapped its wings and circled twice.

"Go!" Xiao Jin pointed to the window.

The little golden bird chirped and fluttered out of the window, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Yun Zi'ang couldn't see any golden light, only a pile of paper ash. Hesitantly, he asked, "What is this?"

"A protective bird!" Xiao Jin clapped her hands. "It will fly to Ziqian's great-nephew's side and stay with him all night, so those ghosts won't dare to come near."

"Really...?" Yun Ziang murmured, still looking out the window.

Burning the things—isn't that sending them to the dead? Can it also be sent to his brother?

"Of course it's true!" Xiao Jin proudly tilted her little face up, then hugged her small cloth bag and walked out the door. "Xiao Jin's going to plant some herbs!"

She shuffled her short legs toward the living room, and before she even reached the entrance, she saw a wheelchair come in.

Yun Mingyi sat in a wheelchair, dressed in light gray home clothes, his profile appearing exceptionally handsome and aloof under the light.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and only looked up when he heard footsteps.

"Little nephew!" Xiao Jin waved her little hand first, greeting him in a clear and cheerful voice.

Yun Mingyi nodded slightly, his gaze falling on her, and said in a calm voice, "Come here."

Xiao Jin ran over with her cloth bag, looking up at him with her little face: "Why isn't my little nephew asleep yet?"

Yun Mingyi didn't answer, but simply reached out and picked up a small box from his lap, handing it to her: "This is for you."

"For me?" Xiao Jin's eyes lit up, and she carefully took it. "Is it a gift?"

"Um."

The box is light blue. Inside, there is a white children's smart watch with a soft strap. It looks very cute.

"It contains my family's phone numbers," Yun Mingyi's voice was a little softer than usual. "The first one is mine, the second is my dad's, the third is Yun Ziang..."

He introduced them one by one.

"Call me if you encounter any problems."

"Wow—" Xiao Jin held the watch up for a long time, her eyes sparkling.

Yun Ziang, who had followed them out, came over and clicked his tongue twice, saying, "Uncle, you're so thoughtful! I didn't even think of that."

Yun Mingyi ignored him, but reached for the watch and patiently demonstrated to Xiao Jin: "This button is for making phone calls and video calls, this one is for sending voice messages, and if you can't find your way, press this one to locate your location."

Xiao Jin leaned very close, her eyes full of wonder, nodding her little head as she learned with great concentration.

This was the first gift she received after arriving at the Yun family.

The watch fits perfectly on my slender wrist.

Xiao Jin held up her arm and looked at it again and again, she liked it very much.

She looked up at Yun Mingyi, her little face earnest: "Thank you, little nephew! Xiao Jin loves it!"

She paused, then added, "Tonight, Xiaojin will give my nephew acupuncture! To treat his legs!"

Yun Mingyi looked into her bright eyes and paused for a moment, "Acupuncture?"

"Yes," Xiao Jin stuck out her little finger and poked Yun Mingyi's leg, "Acupuncture helps him heal faster!"

Yun Mingyi looked at Xiao Jin in surprise. Was she referring to acupuncture?

Can such a young child learn acupuncture?

Seeing Yun Mingyi's silence, Xiao Jin assumed he was afraid and quickly said, "Don't worry, Xiao Jin will prick him gently, so it won't hurt you!"

After she finished speaking, she seemed to remember something, and guiltily looked away, adding in a low voice, "It only hurts a little bit at most."

"Okay, okay, you're not a coward, are you?" She stretched out her arms and gestured widely.

Xiao Jin tried hard to put on a provocative expression, but to Yun Ziang and Yun Mingyi, it only made her look even cuter.

Yun Zi'ang couldn't help but ask first, "Little Miss, you know acupuncture?"

"Of course!" Xiao Jin proudly raised her head, "Master entrusted everything to me!"

"Besides the original Taoist teachings, there are also the five arts of Taoism—mountain, medicine, destiny, physiognomy, and divination."

"I've learned very well!"

Yun Ziang clapped in agreement, "Great job! Little auntie, you're a little genius!"

While other four-year-olds are still learning to read, their four-year-old great-aunt has already entered the world and helped others.

Upon hearing Xiao Jin mention the word "master," Yun Mingyi wavered and asked suspiciously, "You can heal my leg?"

"Sure," Xiao Jin looked at Yun Mingyi and smiled obediently, "Nephew, I'll definitely help you stand up!"

In consideration of the gift he gave her, Xiao Jin decided to put helping Yun Mingyi get back on his feet on the agenda.

"Really?!" Yun Mingyi's hand on the wheelchair tightened suddenly, looking at Xiao Jin with shock and trepidation.

How can he even stand up with those legs?!

However, he had already consulted with experts both domestically and internationally, and had undergone two surgeries, but to no avail.

Can you believe what a four-year-old child says?

"Really, really!" Xiao Jin patted her little chest, her face firm. "Auntie promises you!"

Yun Mingyi stared at Xiao Jin in disbelief, feeling something churning inside him again.

His lips trembled, and he opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Yun Ziang chimed in from the side, "Uncle, the day you came back, your aunt told us that she had a way to help you stand up again."

"Anyway, we've seen all the doctors, both domestic and foreign, and now we're out of options," Yun Ziang said honestly. "We'll just have to try anything."

"Anyway, I think my little auntie must be a miracle doctor!"

He spoke as if he himself had been a patient saved by Xiao Jin.

Yun Mingyi looked at Xiao Jin with a panicked expression, when a familiar voice came from not far away.

"Mingyi".

It is Yun Zhengbang.

Uncle Chen supported him from the side, and the two had obviously been apart for a short while.

"Let Xiao Jin give it a try." Yun Zhengbang leaned on his cane, his wrinkled eyes revealing a complex and indescribable emotion.

"But I..." Yun Mingyi's Adam's apple bobbed, and he spoke very softly.

But he had already resigned himself to his fate. For more than 500 sleepless nights, he forced himself to accept reality.

Repeated failed rehabilitation attempts had long since eroded his confidence.

...Can he stand up? Can he even stand up?

Yun Zhengbang saw through Yun Mingyi's thoughts at a glance and asked only one question, "Do you want to stand up?"

In an instant, a strong, astringent feeling rushed into his nasal cavity, almost tearing away the mask of calm that Yun Mingyi was trying so hard to maintain.

He squeezed his eyes shut and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

He didn't want to become a disabled person, and he didn't want to spend his whole life in a wheelchair.

If he had known this would be the outcome, he wouldn't have rushed forward.

He regretted it.

"Then you must not give up!" Yun Zhengbang's voice was extremely deep, as if striking Yun Mingyi's heart.

Xiao Jin looked up at Yun Zhengbang, then turned to look at Yun Mingyi.

She couldn't help but think that although the Yun family consisted of nothing but unlucky fools and idiots, they all seemed to take care of each other, just like her master did for her.

She remembered her master telling her that this was called love.

Xiao Jin blinked hard and mumbled something in a very soft voice:

"Master, Xiao Jin misses you."

Three hundred days... that's still a long, long time.