Inside Jiaoyang Temple.
Fu’er sat by Jiangli’s side when he suddenly saw the ancient guardian open her eyes.
Immediately, Fu’er obsequiously asked, "Ancient guardian, have you awakened?"
He always thought Jiangli had fallen asleep just before.
But in fact, Jiangli had not slept at all, merely closed her eyes to focus her thoughts.
Jiangli felt the spiritual energy fluttering at her fingertips and said, "It’s nothing."
It was just someone touching her amulet.
Something must have happened on Shang Junxiao’s end.
Jiangli lay back down, somewhat displeased, and said, "That lad, Xia Xin, why hasn’t he finished cooking yet?"
Fu’er saw his chance, "It’s the lack of experience that leads to unreliable work, he’s just a young kid, what can you expect? Ancient guardian, how about I stay and help you?"
"You?" Jiangli looked him up and down, "Haven’t you been dead for seven hundred years? Wraiths shouldn’t stay too long in the world of the living, I thought you understood that principle."
Fu’er realized he had been rejected, his old face immediately falling, "I just wanted to spend a bit more time with the ancient guardian, that’s all."
Jiangli yawned and, shaking her fan, said, "You may stay for a couple more days if you like, but no more than seven days, then you must leave. Don’t make me take action."
Fu’er looked suddenly pitiful.
Jiangli, however, ignored it.
At this time, Xia Xin was busy in the kitchen, and had no idea that Fu’er was scheming to stay with their ancient guardian.
He had just finished preparing lunch for several people and was about to call Jiangli out to eat when he suddenly heard a knocking at the door.
Who could it be at this hour of the day?
Xia Xin wiped his hands on his apron, walked over, and opened the door, only to see a woman standing there.
Not recognizing her, Xia Xin politely asked, "Madam, who are you looking for?"
The woman looked him over, skepticism in her eyes, and ventured, "Hello, little master, this is Jiaoyang Temple, right?"
Xia Xin nodded and, as something occurred to him, asked with a smile, "Are you here to see our Abbot Jiangli?"
At these words, the woman’s eyes lit up, confirming she had found the right place, and she nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I’m here to see Abbot Jiangli. I asked the Abbot to divine my fortune yesterday, my ID is ’Black Wind’, I don’t know if you remember?"
Xia Xin remembered that ID very clearly.
"Well then, please come in!" He became excited upon hearing this and invited her inside, asking, "How’s your daughter?"
"My real name is Jiao Yingyun, and I came here to personally express my gratitude to the Abbot. Following the Abbot’s advice yesterday, I acted in time, and now my daughter is fine," Black Wind followed him inside.
She had not long taken her daughter out of the house the day before when an ambulance arrived in their community, rushed her daughter to the hospital.
Thankfully they got there in time, and apart from some severe burns on her arm, she was okay.
Upon hearing this, Xia Xin asked with concern, "Are the burns serious?"
"They’re severe enough to leave scars," said Jiao Yingyun, lapsing into self-blame as she spoke of her daughter, "It’s my fault, I forgot to boil water yesterday and my daughter was thirsty all day, couldn’t stand it and tried to boil water herself, and that led to her getting hurt."
Children are impulsive.
They don’t watch what they’re doing when they’re boiling water.
Qingqing was impatient with how slow the water was heating and decided to play with a jigsaw puzzle while waiting.
She then forgot the time.
When the alarm sounded in the kitchen, she went to see that water had already spilled out.
Children don’t understand the dangers of gas leaks.
Seeing the scene before her, without thinking, she reached out to grasp the kettle.
But the kettle was too hot, she couldn’t bear the touch, and in trying to lift it, she spilled the boiling water inside, burning her arm.
Remembering how her daughter cried out in agony in the kitchen yesterday, Jiao Yingyun just couldn’t bear it.