At the summit of Nanshisun Mountain stands a Guanyin Temple, built in the late Song Dynasty. Over time, the temple has been destroyed and restored several times through war and war. During the Ten Years of Turmoil, the temple was reduced to rubble by Red Guards, leaving only a statue of Guanyin. Five years ago, a Taiwanese businessman from Shimen Town returned to pay respects to his ancestors and funded the renovation of the temple.

Today happened to be the 19th day of the sixth lunar month, the birthday of Guanyin Bodhisattva. A puja was being held at the temple, and a steady stream of devout men and women were making their way up the mountain to burn incense. Qingshan and the other two followed the crowd into the Guanyin Hall. They saw the solemn appearance of Guanyin Bodhisattva, seated on a lotus pedestal, a smile on his face, saving all living beings and conveying a sense of compassion.

The three of them burned incense, added some money, and knelt before the Bodhisattva to pray for protection. Qingshan prayed for his parents' health, while Yang Hongmei, with her cheeks flushed, seemed to be praying for a good marriage.

Zhan Feng kowtowed three times to the Bodhisattva, looked at the green mountains, put his palms together, and muttered something, but it was unknown what wish he made.

After the three of them finished worshipping the Bodhisattva, they went to visit the Cihang Hall in the back. Zhan Feng drew a fortune stick and happily went to find someone to interpret it. The interpreter said that "his wish will come true." Zhan Feng was actually very happy to hear such a general statement. He tipped the old man a hundred yuan, and the old man nodded and bowed and added many auspicious words.

The Guanyin Hall is not big. After the three people finished their worship, they saw that more and more people were gathering, so they prepared to go back down the mountain.

As the three of them walked outside the temple, they passed a young couple. The man, holding a baby in his arms, walked so fast he almost bumped into Qingshan. He looked up and nodded shyly. The woman next to him was dressed like a peasant woman, her face haggard and with noticeable dark circles under her eyes. Judging from their attire, they were likely local residents, coming up the mountain to pray for blessings.

Qingshan turned around and saw the couple kneeling before the Bodhisattva. The woman was kowtowed, and the man was holding the child, bending over to pay homage to the Bodhisattva, very pious. However, Qingshan was too far away and could not hear what they said.

Qingshan stood outside the hall and looked at the couple. She was now the backbone of the three. If she didn't move, Zhan Feng and Yang Hongmei wouldn't dare to urge her.

The couple knelt in the temple for a short while before the child in their arms burst into tears, his voice hoarse, as if he would pass out at any moment. There were monks performing rituals in the Guanyin Temple, so the couple, fearing they would disturb the Bodhisattva's tranquility, quickly stood up and carried the child out of the temple.

When Qingshan saw them coming out, he walked over and said, "Big brother, are you here to pray as well?"

People are visual creatures, and they always have a favorable impression of beautiful people. The man saw that it was a beautiful girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, who was talking to him with a charming smile. The worry on his face also disappeared a little. He stopped and answered while coaxing the child:

"Ah—yes, what's the matter, little girl?"

Qingshan looked at the child in the man's arms. The child was only two or three months old. It was the time when he was gaining weight like crazy by eating and sleeping, but this child was dark and thin, with blue under his eyes and around his lips. He looked bad, and his two little fists were always clenched tightly, as if he was very nervous.

Qingshan raised his eyes and looked at the man and said, "Brother, I just heard this child crying loudly. Is he sick?"

When the man heard Qingshan talk about the child, the worry on his face deepened a little:

"Oh, I don't know. I took him to the town hospital and the doctor said there was nothing wrong. But the baby just won't sleep well, cries day and night, and doesn't drink much milk. It's been more than half a month, and he's getting thinner. If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep the baby."

The woman on the side also wiped her tears and said:

"My neighbor Aunt Zhang said we might have bumped into something evil, so she told us to go to the mountain to pray for the Bodhisattva's birthday. But crying in the Guanyin Temple was useless."

Qingshan nodded. She had just checked the child with her spiritual power. Apart from being thin, there was nothing wrong with the child. The child was probably frightened and his nerves were always tense. He couldn't fall into a deep sleep and would wake up at the slightest stimulation.