Sun Qiuyun was equally shocked. Of course, she had heard of Zhuang Shicheng's great name, but she had never had the chance to meet him. She never expected that Ye Qingqing, a little girl, could be friends with the richest man and even directly contact Master Daoyi. This made many adults feel ashamed.

Sun Qiuyun used to think she should take good care of Ye Qingqing, but now it seems that the girl doesn't need it at all. On the contrary, her family is the one who needs to be taken care of by this little girl!

But she was still very grateful that Ye Qingqing was able to speak with Master Daoyi, otherwise her son might not have been saved.

“Qingqing, we owe you so much this time, otherwise your cousin…” Sun Qiuyun wiped away her tears, her voice choked with emotion.

"Auntie, please don't say that. I just wanted to make it easier to call. Uncle will contact the master, and he will definitely agree. We're all family, so let's not stand on ceremony. Saving my cousin is the priority," Ye Qingqing said with a smile.

Sun Qiuyun felt very comforted and took a closer look at Ye Qingqing. She no longer treated her like a child, but as an adult with whom she could discuss important matters.

The old lady stayed at home, with Sun Qiuyun looking after her. Sang Huaiyuan went to the Great Buddha Temple with her. Master Daoyi and the young monks were already waiting at the gate to greet them. Sang Huaiyuan thought to himself, "Qingqing has more influence than I do as the deputy mayor!"

Master Daoyi sized up Sang Liangjie, his white eyebrows slightly furrowed, revealing a deep resentment. No wonder he was asked to perform a ritual to help Sang Liangjie pass on to the afterlife; ordinary monks indeed did not have this ability.

“It is indeed a vengeful ghost. Old Ne did his best,” Master Daoyi said with a smile.

"Thank you, Master!" Sang Huaiyuan said sincerely. Only now did he believe that ghosts and gods really existed in the world, and that what he had insisted on before was all wrong.

Master Daoyi let them stay at the temple. The next day, a young novice monk from the master's side came to call them, looking indignant, as if someone had borrowed money from him and hadn't paid it back. He pouted and said sullenly, "That person has woken up. Master wants you to go and pick him up."

"Thank you, little master, I'll be right there."

Sang Huaiyuan hadn't slept all night, and upon hearing the good news, he was immediately invigorated. He kept thanking the young novice monk, who was a little embarrassed and his attitude softened, but there was still a hint of worry in his expression.

"Is something on your mind, little master?" Ye Qingqing asked with concern.

The young novice monk's eyes reddened, and he said unhappily, "It's all your fault. Why did you have to ask my master to perform the ritual? My master is not in good health. He worked hard all night last night, and his health is even worse."

Ye Qingqing was taken aback. She hadn't expected the little novice to be worried about his master. But seeing Master Daoyi's rosy complexion, how could his health be poor?

"My master is ninety years old. He used to be able to eat two bowls of rice, but now he can only eat one. He can't walk as easily as he used to. You guys are always causing trouble for my master, sigh!" The little novice spoke with the tone of a little adult, worrying about everything.

Ye Qingqing then understood that Master Daoyi was not ill, but rather old and lacking energy. However, she really couldn't tell that the master was ninety years old; he looked to be at most seventy.

It was indeed bad for the health of a ninety-year-old to work all night. Ye Qingqing felt guilty and thought of giving the master some longevity pills. These were the ones she had prepared for Sang Huaiyuan and Old Master Lu, with added spiritual dew and spiritual spring water. If he took them regularly, they would definitely allow the master to live a few more years.

The group went to Master Daoyi's room. Sang Liangjie had already woken up, but he was listless and weak. When he saw Ye Qingqing and the others, he closed his eyes in shame and dared not face anyone.

Master Daoyi was also in poor spirits and looked older than yesterday. Ye Qingqing felt even more guilty, so she handed the master a bottle of pills and explained their purpose.

The master poured out a pill, smelled it, and felt a faint spiritual energy that refreshed his mind and spirit. Master Daoyi then gave Ye Qingqing a meaningful look.