"I heard that this Master Wuyuan can even conjure objects from thin air and create things out of thin air?" A round-faced girl in a blue dress, who was close to Qingyin, said admiringly to the high monk on the platform. Her voice was not loud, but just loud enough for Qingyin to hear. Qingyin became interested and straightened up, even though she had been lying on Songzhi and almost fell asleep because of the talk. She looked at the bald monk on the platform with curiosity. Could it be that this monk had some real ability to attract so many people to watch, instead of just relying on his handsome face?

"This humble monk has traveled far and wide, and has glimpsed some mysterious and mysterious matters. Through this, I have acquired some minor skills, and I hope that you all may gain something from them." After saying this, the handsome monk straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes, and then had the young monk behind him pick up some fallen leaves from the ground. He then circled around the onlookers to show them before handing them to the monk from Wuyuan.

The monk from Wuyuan was not one to procrastinate. He closed his eyes, gathered the fallen leaves in his hands, and when he opened them again, colorful butterflies flew out of his open hands. After the butterflies had all flown away, the few withered yellow leaves were nowhere to be seen.

"Oh my god—"

Upon witnessing this astonishing scene, the crowd gasped in surprise. Those who had initially gathered for the spectacle were now pushing forward in astonishment, vying to praise the Wuyuan master's spiritual abilities. Clever individuals even rushed to drop money into the donation boxes, prompting a wave of enthusiastic participation from the crowd. Soon, the three donation boxes were full. Fortunately, a few monks who had anticipated the people's enthusiasm were still maintaining order, otherwise, the terrifying crowd might have already caused a stampede.

Madam Nian originally wanted to donate some money, but she was frightened by the crowd and quickly left with her two daughters to go to the abbot's courtyard.

As Qingyin left the lobby, she looked at the pink and blue butterfly perched on her wrist. The butterfly, which looked like a lifelike ornament, rested on her delicate, fair wrist, making her hand seem even less real, like an exquisite work of art.

Nian Shishao, who had been keeping an eye on Qingyin, quickly noticed the strange butterfly that had appeared uninvited. She frowned slightly, stared at the butterfly with displeasure, and asked, "Did that bald monk conjure this up?"

Qingyin nodded. "It's quite pretty."

This meant that she was going to stay. Nian Shishao saw that just a butterfly had won over her silly older sister, and her brows furrowed even deeper. She seriously doubted whether her sister would be easily deceived and schemed against by men after she got married. Thinking of this, she looked at the butterfly with even more displeasure.

In fact, she wasn't wrong. Wasn't her older sister deceived to death by a man in her past life?

Although Nian Shishao didn't like butterflies, she still had her maid find a small vase to put the butterfly in. Perhaps the butterfly was truly intelligent, because it didn't try to escape after being caught, but instead obediently flew into the vase, much to the amazement of the servants.

After collecting the butterflies, Qingyin casually played with the dark ceramic vase. Although the vase was not exquisite and was one of the most commonly used types among the poor, its small size made it quite enjoyable for Qingyin to play with.

Nian Shishao was quite displeased. She felt that such a dark and cheap thing shouldn't be in her silly sister's hands. Seeing Qingyin playing with it with great interest, she felt a little disappointed. It was just a broken bottle, yet she was willing to play with it. Wasn't she afraid of hurting her hands? No, she should go back and give her her own glass colorful bow vase, so that she wouldn't lose face for the General's Mansion by playing with such a cheap thing. Nian Shishao thought proudly.

Qingyin had no idea that just playing with the little bottle for a while would result in her receiving another beautiful and exquisite vase for free. Madam Nian had already gone inside to draw lots and interpret them with the abbot, leaving her and her adopted sister outside to find their own fun.

Qingyin looked around the temple with great interest. As expected of the number one temple in the capital, the layout was simple and plain, but upon closer inspection, the materials used were not cheap. The faint woody fragrance that could be smelled even before getting close suggested that it was made of pear wood. And this Buddha statue, Qingyin could tell with her own eyes that it was made entirely of gold. Tsk tsk, they were really rich.

Looking at the solemn and sacred Buddha, even though Qingyin knew that gods would never appear in the lower world, she couldn't help but light an incense stick. Sincerity is the key to success. She prayed sincerely that she could pay off her loan soon.

Seeing Qingyin praying earnestly, Nian Shishao followed suit and lit an incense stick. Afterward, the two fell into an eerie silence.

When Madam Nian came out, the two resumed their conversation. Seeing the smile on Madam Nian's face, Qingyin knew that Madam Nian must have received a good omen. Indeed, Madam Nian, who had received a good omen, hurriedly led her two daughters back to the General's Mansion.

Back at the manor, Qingyin had dinner with Madam Nian and the others before returning to her own courtyard. Not long after returning, she received an exquisite glass vase from Nian Shishao. Thinking of that stubborn but soft-hearted little girl, Qingyin's lips curled slightly. She instructed Songzhi to move the butterfly to a new vase and fed it some fresh leaves before preparing to rest.

Songzhi filled the bathtub with hot water and sprinkled fresh flower petals on it, making all the preparations before she was ready to serve the young lady her bath.

Qingyin lounged lazily in the bathtub, her eyes closed, enjoying the attentive and meticulous service of her maids. One maid, removing Qingyin's hair and various exquisite jewelry, gently spread out strands of hair, carefully massaging and kneading it. Songzhi massaged Qingyin's fair and smooth shoulders and neck. Looking at her mistress's delicate, jade-like skin, her curvaceous figure, and her luscious, naturally red lips, the maids serving Qingyin couldn't help but blush. Their young mistress was becoming more and more beautiful; they wondered what kind of person could be worthy of her.

After her bath, Qingyin leaned comfortably against the recliner. Her head, neck, calves, and feet had been meticulously cared for. Like a person without bones, she lazily sighed, "This is life! A life like a parasite without work is what people should enjoy. No wonder some of my colleagues love to do quests in the ancient world."

As Qingyin grew more and more beautiful, even Madam Nian's calm heart began to be surprised. How could her daughter become so... so extraordinary? Would this have any impact on her daughter? Thinking of this, Madam Nian became even more anxious and summoned all the family physicians to Qingyin's courtyard to check on her condition.

The others were so frightened that they thought their younger sister/daughter/older sister was sick. They rushed to Qingyin's courtyard one by one. Even after learning about the absurd incident, they were still shocked. No, their daughter/younger sister was already beautiful enough. They couldn't even imagine how much more beautiful Shilan would be.