“My second uncle’s clothes and silver were taken by Cui Fude. I want to ask Magistrate Wang to help my uncle get them back.”

"That's it?" Landlord Wang and Magistrate Wang had complicated expressions.

With her small hands clutching the hem of her clothes, Jiutian asked, "Did I make things difficult for you?"

"Not difficult, not difficult at all!"

Good heavens, let alone curing Magistrate Wang, just the fact that she saved Landlord Wang and found Hu's younger brother means that even if she arrested Cui Fude's whole family and beat them half to death, the Wang family wouldn't say a word.

Jiutian's face immediately relaxed, and he said, "Alright then, I'll start treating Magistrate Wang now."

"Little miracle doctor, how do you plan to treat him?"

"I want to change the feng shui of your house."

"Alright, alright, eat something first before you watch." Magistrate Wang felt sorry for her young child, so he called his wife, Madam Hu, to serve Jiutian some snacks.

Mrs. Hu brought over some snacks and called Aunt Zhang over as well, and the two of them ate together.

Aunt Zhang looked at the several plates of exquisite pastries, her hands trembling with excitement. It was her first time visiting Landlord Wang's house, and she was a little timid and dared not eat.

Jiutian stuffed the snacks into her hand: "Aunt Zhang, you eat."

Aunt Zhang asked in a low voice, "Jiutian, can you revive Landlord Wang?"

"I have saved him."

"Huh? Really?"

"Yes, he did talk to me."

"Oh, Xiao Jiutian, this is great! Landlord Wang will definitely not treat you badly. With the money, you and your second uncle will no longer have to worry about going hungry or freezing, and you can even get your leg healed."

"I don't want money!"

"You silly child..." Aunt Zhang said anxiously, "Jiutian, you have to get the money. Your second uncle's leg needs to be treated, right? You two need to eat, wear clothes, and have blankets, right? How can you manage without money?"

"Magistrate Wang helped my second uncle get back the money that the Cui family had embezzled."

Jiutian overheard these words yesterday when Aunt Zhang was complaining in a low voice; she wanted to take her uncle's things back.

“Jiutian, you might not get your uncle’s money back. Cui Fude is shameless; even if you do get it back, it won’t be much.”

Jiutian's face darkened, and he said angrily, "They almost beat my second uncle to death and starved him to death. The money must be returned to my second uncle. If he doesn't, then he'll be locked up in jail!"

Aunt Zhang was speechless. She couldn't understand why Jiutian insisted on the Cui family's small sum of money instead of the landlord Wang's large sum.

Jiutian said, "I used the money that Landlord Wang gave me to help others; that's called accumulating virtue and doing good deeds. Getting my second uncle's money back is called returning the property to its rightful owner. If Cui Fude can't come up with it, then beat him severely; that's called punishing evil and promoting good."

Aunt Zhang couldn't understand it. Didn't all money look different?

Who cares about the money? It's all rightfully mine. Why give it to the poor?

Are all poor people good people?

How did this child grow up so big?

Oh, by the way, Jiutian is a Taoist priest, and Taoist priests are probably all a bit silly...

After eating two pastries, Jiutian stopped and said to Aunt Zhang, "Wrap up the pastries and take them back to my second uncle."

The gatekeeper, who had been watching the gate, now fawned over them, saying, "Eat as much as you like. The master said to make a fresh pot; take it with you when you go home."

Aunt Zhang ate heartily. Such delicious snacks couldn't be found anywhere else. She was an adult, so it was fine for her to eat, but it would be embarrassing to keep holding them.

After eating a few pastries, Jiutian jumped off the stool and said to Magistrate Wang, "Let's go, I'm going home after I finish reading, my second uncle is still hungry!"

"Where is your second uncle? I'll send someone to bring him some food first."

“The old house of the Cui family,” Jiutian said. “By the way, my second uncle’s leg is broken. Find him a good doctor.”

Magistrate Wang summoned the doctor who had treated Landlord Wang: "Doctor Lin, would you please go with the steward?"

Lin, the physician, had been feeling resentful for not being able to cure the landlord's illness, but seeing that Magistrate Wang was being polite, he immediately agreed.

Steward Sun brought food, and Physician Lin carried his medicine chest; together they went to the Cui family's old house.

Although Wang the landlord had only recently woken up, he was more concerned about his son. He asked his servant to help him up and followed Jiutian out to see how to assess the feng shui.

Jiutian circled around the landlord Wang's house and then looked at the main road outside.

Walking to the west side of the house, I stomped my little feet.

Pointing to the three houses to the west, he asked, "Those three households, every single one of them had a son who didn't even live to be thirty years old, they all died, right?"

Landlord Wang and Magistrate Wang's faces turned pale instantly. Indeed, those three families right next to each other on the west side, for some reason, all had their sons, regardless of their abilities, die one after another over the past ten years.

"Is there malevolent energy?" Landlord Wang asked in a trembling voice.

“That main road comes straight up against the mountain, it’s a very inauspicious road! The first family’s son dies, then the second family’s son dies, then the third family’s son dies…”

The Wang family was the fourth household.

Looking at the road, Wang, the landlord, suddenly remembered that there had never been a road there before.

Fifteen years ago, my eldest daughter and son-in-law said, "Let's build a road here so it'll be easier for horse-drawn carriages to come back..."

Jiutian stayed at the landlord Wang's house for a whole day, and didn't go back until it was almost dark.

When she returned, Landlord Wang sent her back in an oxcart, which was loaded with a full load of grain and snacks.

Huanhuan happily returned to the Cui family's old house, presented the snacks to Yin Jin'an, and said, "Second Uncle, eat up!"

Yin Jin'an breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the little guy return, but said, "I thought you had been beaten to death."

"You won't die! Second Uncle, did they bring you food? Did they treat your leg?"

Yin Jin'an, being looked after by a little child, awkwardly asked, "What did you do at Landlord Wang's house?"

“I saved the landlord Wang’s life, and I also told their fortunes and looked at their feng shui.”

She happily recounted her day's experiences to Yin Jin'an.

Yin Jin'an immediately became furious: "Once I recover from my illness, I'll cripple Landlord Wang and his son!"

"Oh, Second Uncle, what's wrong?"

"You're not allowed to go out and tell fortunes anymore, or you'll be kicked out of here!"

"Okay, I'll listen to my second uncle."

"Go and call Aunt Zhang over, and put the grain at her house. Right now, the two of us can't protect it; if we have this grain, we'll both be dead!"

"But I can protect her!"