After being reborn, she became a pet junior sister in the world of cultivating immortals

They spent a lot of effort to send these dozens of people to the government.

When the government saw that the bandits who had been causing them headaches had been caught, they were overjoyed. This year could be considered a good year.

They were about to stay for dinner, but Xue Jiaojiao and Shan Ying refused.

Because of this incident, I was delayed for a few days and returned to Qinghe later than expected.

After stepping into Qinghe again, Xue Jiaojiao's state of mind is quite different.

When she left, she was lonely and courageous, and she was admitted to Dongsheng Shenzhou with momentum. Afterwards, many things happened, and after going around, she finally had time to come back.

The shops that remain in memory are still there, and there are many memories of her here.

"This is Qinghe?" Shan Ying stood on tiptoe and looked around.

The streets are full of vendors selling couplet lanterns and firecrackers, and the eyes are full of festive red.

"Where did you live before?" Shan Ying asked her.

Xue Jiaojiao shook her head, "That house should be gone, let's stay at the inn."

Some traveling merchants can't go back for the New Year, and they will spend the New Year in the inn, so they can still go to the inn for a while.

Xue Jiaojiao used to live in a narrow woodshed in the backyard where her mother did starching and mending work.

After her mother passed away, she was young and could only wash and wash clothes for others, and lived with hunger and food.

It took her two years of savings to go to Dongsheng Shenzhou.

In Yunmengze, she also got a little money by going out on missions and receiving moon silver from her disciples.

Shan Ying didn't want to stay in a small inn, so she took her and Duan Lin to the largest inn in Qinghe, and booked three rooms.

"What's so interesting here?" Shan Ying looked at her with bright eyes.

Xue Jiaojiao thought for a while, "There is nothing fun in winter, but there should be quite a few people going to Putuo Temple to offer incense these days."

Most of them went to pray for blessings years ago, and the incense must be good these few days.

"Incense?" Shan Ying didn't believe in these things, so she had never been to a temple.

"Would you like to take a look?" Xue Jiaojiao planned to enshrine a longevity tablet to her mother.

"Alright." Shan Ying agreed.

After resting at the inn for one night, Xue Jiaojiao went to clean her mother's tomb first, burned a few sticks of incense, and then went to Putuo Temple.

There were many pilgrims in Putuo Temple, and the carriages were parked outside one after another, which was completely blocked.

The three of them could only get off the carriage.

The cries of children could be heard from time to time around, and most of the passing women and men held a child in their arms.

"What happened today?" Shan Ying looked puzzled.

Why did Shang Xiang bring the child here?

The driver who was breaking peanuts next to him saw that Shan Ying was dressed in rich and noble clothes, and replied with a shy smile: "In the past month, these children have been crying all the time at night, and these wives brought the children to the temple. There is a golden Buddha statue in the temple, saying It is not allowed to suppress evil spirits."

Xue Jiaojiao looked over, there were about a dozen people with children.

"There are also some wealthy families, so they invited Master Zhang of Qinghe to come and see. As soon as Master Zhang made a move, those children stopped crying, but the fees were more expensive."

The coachman added, telling Shan Ying what happened recently.

Those who come to the temple to pray are those who have no money to invite Master Zhang.

Shan Ying nodded and went in with Xue Jiaojiao.

"There's something wrong with this matter." Xue Jiaojiao looked at the child closest to her, her cheeks flushed from crying.

The woman patted the child on the back anxiously.

"Don't cry, Bao'er, Buddhist Pure Land, once you cry, how can I take you in?"

With a snap of Xue Jiaojiao's fingers, the dark little ghost clinging to the child was instantly wiped out.

The child's crying slowly stopped and he hiccupped.

The woman smiled and put her head against the child's head, "My dear baby, I know you love your mother."

That little ghost's cultivation level is still low, Xue Jiaojiao just waved it lightly, and it was blown away.

But among the children around, there were a few little ghosts clinging in front of them, pretending to be horrified, and the children were so frightened that they couldn't stop crying.

Shan Ying also saw those ghosts, her delicate eyebrows frowned.

Duan Lin hadn't officially entered the practice yet, so she listened to them blankly.

"Sister Xue, what's the matter?" Duan Rin grabbed Xue Jiaojiao's arm with some anxiety.

"It's nothing, just some brats." Xue Jiaojiao patted the back of his hand.

Duan Lin's exposed hands were red from the cold, Xue Jiaojiao took a look and took out a hand covering for him.

"The little ghost who can break into the Buddhist hall must have human breath on him, maybe he was raised by humans." Xue Jiaojiao said as she walked in.

As she expected, among those people who held their children to offer incense, there were also a few little ghosts around them.

These little ghosts are not very strong, but they are annoying. Only monks and children aged one to three can see them.

Seeing this, Xue Jiaojiao broke up a few more, and the other little ghosts turned around and ran away.

"When they go back, those little ghosts should still pass by."

Shan Ying sighed, this method is really insidious.

Xue Jiaojiao went to put a longevity tablet on her mother, and then turned her attention to those children.

Because she had just made a move, all the little ghosts ran away, their direction was uncertain, and she didn't know where they were fleeing.

"Really cautious." Xue Jiaojiao held an umbrella and looked up at the gray sky.

"Didn't the coachman just mention Master Zhang? Since he can cure the child's night crying, he must be a casual practitioner. Why don't we ask him?" Shan Ying suggested.

Xue Jiaojiao nodded, "It happens that it's still early, so let's go and have a look."

Duan Lin followed the footsteps of the two, and looked back at the shining golden Buddha statue.

The master surnamed Zhang is really famous, and anyone who asks a trader will know.

That person was Zhang Yulin, who lived in Qingshi Lane. After Qinghe had a baby crying at night, the threshold of Zhang Yulin's house was about to be broken.

Xue Jiaojiao and the three of them arrived there, and there were five people standing outside, all holding their children without exception.

The little ghost in front of them saw Xue Jiaojiao and ran away quickly.

The child stopped crying, but those people were still worried, so they asked Zhang Yulin to take a look.

Xue Jiaojiao lined up outside and waited until noon before arriving at them.

The doorman looked at them with a smile. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two of them with an eight or nine-year-old child.

Strange, Master has never received such an old child before?

Just as Xue Jiaojiao and Shan Ying were about to step in, the man blocked the way again.

"Wait a minute, to enter the door, you need to pay 50 taels of silver." The doorman stretched out five fingers.

Xue Jiaojiao looked at him with raised eyebrows. Zhang Yulin should have ordered the doorman's actions, but he was able to collect money.

Xue Jiaojiao turned out 50 taels and gave it to him, the doorman quickly took it and added, "It's 50 taels per person."

Shan Ying snorted coldly, took out a gold leaf and waved it in front of the door boy.

"Do you want it?" Shan Ying held the gold leaf closer to him.

The doorman nodded and stretched out his hand. Shan Ying pointed to the 50 taels in his arms, "Give me the 50 taels, and the gold leaf for you."

The doorman immediately returned the 50 taels as soon as he heard it.

Shan Ying hooked her lips, and put away the gold leaf with her backhand.