A child's appearance can be judged at three years old, and their growth can be observed at one hundred days.

One hundred days is enough time for the borrowed destiny to merge with Kui Kui.

If you consult a spirit medium again, you will know whether the future holds good or bad fortune.

The incense ash fell onto the incense table and transformed into twelve characters.

Eighteen years later, the gates of hell opened, a hundred ghosts invaded, and his fate was lost.

When Kui Ziyu returned home, she consulted the oracle, and the hexagram pointed to these twelve characters.

A borrowed destiny cannot be kept in the end. On the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month when Kui Kui was eighteen years old, the day the gates of hell opened, was the day he would die.

Old Mrs. Wang sighed, kowtowed, and asked, "Is there any other way?"

The incense ash scattered without wind, as if warning Old Lady Wang that everything was already set in stone.

She looked at the baby girl in her arms with a bitter smile; the bond of blood ties is not so easily severed.

What is meant to be will be; what is meant to be will be.

In the days that followed, Old Lady Wang devoted herself even more to cultivation.

He even practiced both Buddhism and Taoism, chanting scriptures and burning incense every day, and dedicated all the merits he accumulated to Kui Kui, hoping that things would turn around in three years.

Kui Kui grew up day by day, and the three-year-old girl was very pretty.

She followed behind Grandma Wang all day long, calling her "Grandma, Grandma."

Old Mrs. Wang offered incense and prayers to each shrine every morning and evening, and she followed suit.

But her incense could never be lit.

Grandma Wang lovingly touched her face, her eyes filled with deep worry.

Children don't understand the reason, so they naturally can't feel sad.

She followed her grandmother's example, respectfully kowtowing and chanting scriptures before the ancestral tablets every day.

When Grandma Wang performed the funeral rites for the deceased in the village, she also joined in.

On this day, Wang Laosan, the third son of the first family at the entrance of the village, went there.

Wang Laosan's only son, whose name is Youcai.

He himself was not very educated, but he hoped his son would become successful. He worked hard all his life and saved every penny to support Wang Youcai's education.

Unfortunately, Wang Youcai wasn't cut out for it. He secretly dropped out of school and used the tuition money Wang Laosan gave him to start a business.

Although they made a lot of money, the two had a big argument when Wang Laosan found out.

Wang Youcai simply settled down in the city, got married and had children, and didn't return to the village for a long time.

It wasn't until last year, when Wang Laosan was worried about his son, that he went to the city and learned that he already had a three-year-old grandson.

This should have been a happy occasion.

However, he had a bad relationship with Wang Youcai and his son, and his son was not close to him.

As a result, his daughter-in-law also disliked him and spoke coldly to him.

He didn't want to be at the mercy of others, so even though he was reluctant to leave his eldest grandson, he still returned to Wangjia Village alone during the New Year.

Perhaps due to stagnation of liver qi, he died a few months later.

Upon receiving the news, Wang Youcai drove back alone to attend the funeral, saying he wanted to give Wang Laosan a grand funeral.

Not only did they set up a stage and invite the whole village to a feast, but they also specially invited Granny Wang to perform a ritual for Wang Laosan.

In the mourning hall, the grandmother and grandson recited together the "Supreme Venerable of the Mysterious Treasure of the Heavenly Venerable of the Cavernous Mystery, Speaks of the Wonderful Scripture of Salvation from Suffering".

The innocent voices of children made the mourning hall, where the bodies lay, less eerie and more strange.

Kui Kui frowned as she looked at the incense burning out on the offering table and said, "Grandma, why isn't Uncle Wang here to keep vigil? Should I go and call him?"

Old Mrs. Wang has lived to this age; what is there that she doesn't understand?

True filial piety is shown while the person is alive; extravagant funerals after death are merely for show.

As the saying goes, if you take someone's money, you have to do their bidding.

Old Mrs. Wang then took on the role of the vigil keeper for Wang Youcai.

She shook her head, got up and personally lit incense for Wang Laosan, saying calmly, "We will guard it."

As the night deepened, Old Mrs. Wang, being quite old, began to doze off, nodding her head as she gazed at the candlelight on the stage.

Kui Kui opened her big, black grape-like eyes and watched as the incense burned out. After hesitating for a moment, she finally couldn't bear to wake her grandmother.

She stood up and kowtowed three times to Wang Laosan, murmuring, "Grandpa Wang, Kui Kui is offering incense to you. Please bless Kui Kui so that it can be lit!"

She brought a small stool from outside.

The little girl stood on the stool, her legs trembling. After barely managing to stand, she imitated her grandmother, took three incense sticks, and lit them with the lighter on the table.

Watching the smoke rise, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Holding the incense stick between the index and middle fingers of both hands, with the thumbs lightly tapping it, I placed it in front of my forehead and then inserted it into the incense burner.

She was short and didn't see Wang Laosan, who was lying in the coffin, slightly move his fingers.

Nothing happened that night, and the sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn.

Wang Youcai, who was sleeping in the back room, was woken up by the urge to urinate. He walked to his own outhouse with a look of disgust on his face.

Life can't be reversed. Having gotten used to flush toilets in the city, he wouldn't be able to urinate if he were asked to stand on two wooden planks placed on top of a vat.

He looked around and, seeing that there was no one there, walked toward the old tree at the edge of the village.

He unzipped his pocket and heard a "meow".

He looked down and saw a black cat lying under the tree.

The black cat was only a few days old and was only the size of an adult man's palm.

It stood up shakily, but before it could straighten its limbs, it fell back down.

It was obvious at a glance that it was weak and had been abandoned by its mother cat.

Its blue membrane hadn't faded yet, and it looked pitifully at Wang Youcai.

"unlucky!"

Black cats are considered unlucky, and Wang Youcai, being a businessman, is particularly averse to them.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.

Men are considered yang, and morning urine is especially considered yang.

A lewd smile flashed across his face as he sneered at the black cat.

Cats are naturally afraid of water, and were quite frightened.

It doesn't know where the strength came from, but it dodged to the left, leaped up, and scratched Wang Youcai's genitals with one claw.