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The shopkeeper's mind went blank, and he instinctively exclaimed, "Impossible!"

"Then why did my old Duke become unwell and tumble down the stairs as soon as he stepped out after eating? You still say it wasn't poisoned?" the servant shouted sternly, then choked back tears. "Hurry and call a doctor!"

If the old Duke really died at Desheng Restaurant, no one present would escape punishment.

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and stepped forward, intending to make some money, but he saw that the old Duke's face was pale and his lips were bluish, a sign that he was about to die.

He swallowed his words, wanting to leave Desheng Restaurant.

It's best for him to stay away from this mess.

He had barely taken a step when his entire body seemed to be restrained by a powerful ghostly force, rendering him completely immobile.

This ghostly aura, it would take a hundred years to cultivate!

This restaurant actually has a hundred-year-old evil spirit! The old Taoist priest was terrified, his face turned ashen, and he wanted to run away even more.

"Where are you going? You just questioned Little Yama, why don't you save that old man yourself?" Ruosheng's gentle voice rang in his ear.

The old Taoist priest broke out in a cold sweat.

"I was wrong! I am not the Taoist priest of Qingshan Temple." The old Taoist priest cried out in fright; he was just a half-baked swindler who made a living by cheating and begging.

That child was only three years old, yet he had a hundred-year-old evil spirit living by his side—it was terrifying.

Everyone was shocked.

What happened? His mouth changed way too fast.

Renbao pushed through the crowd: "Everyone, please clear a path so Renbao can see this."

She walked up to the old Duke, peeked out, and reached out to take his pulse.

"Where did this child come from? Stop fooling around!" The servant was extremely anxious and instinctively scolded Renbao when he saw his actions.

Seeing Renbao take action, the shopkeeper felt reassured and immediately stepped forward: "She is the current Imperial Physician! Her medical skills are so exquisite that even Physician Liang of the Imperial Medical Academy is ashamed of his own abilities. You still dare to stop her? Do you really want your master to lose his life here!"

Little Celestial Master! All eyes were on Renbao, filled with respect.

The servant's face changed drastically, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud, kowtowing: "It was my ignorance that I failed to recognize your greatness. Please, Little Celestial Master, save my old Duke."

Renbao held out his hand: "I want one hundred taels."

The servant immediately presented her with a hundred taels of silver with both hands, gazing at her expectantly.

Renbao accepted the silver note; now that she had money, she relaxed.

No more debts!

After taking the old Duke's pulse, Renbao said in a childish voice, "He's not poisoned, he's just having heart palpitations."

The innkeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and the diners were relieved, as long as the food in the restaurant was alright.

However, the old Duke is suffering from heart palpitations and probably won't live to see today.

The servant's face was deathly pale, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Young Master, is there any hope for my old Duke?"

"Yes." Renbao took out silver needles from the bamboo basket and quickly dropped them into the air before anyone could react. "Alright, he'll wake up in half an hour. Spread out a bit, it's too stuffy here."

Renbao frowned slightly.

The shopkeeper hurriedly said, "Everyone, please make way."

People stepped back and formed a long queue at Compal's stall.

This is a young Taoist master! Spending fifty taels of silver for a divination is totally worth it!

The first boy to seek divination waited anxiously to the side, never expecting that Renbao would be the Little Celestial Master.

Would someone of such immense wealth and status really accompany him to his home to treat his sister's illness?

Seeing that everyone's attention was not on him, the old Taoist priest quietly tried to slip away through the side door of the restaurant.

A strong force lifted him to Renbao's side.

"Little Celestial Master." The old Taoist chuckled ingratiatingly, rubbing his hands together. "You are a magnanimous person, please don't hold it against me, spare me."

Renbao snorted: "You're a liar. Xuanxuan should teach you a lesson. Go down to Qingshan Temple now."

The old Taoist's eyes lit up.

And so on!

Qingshan Temple is the number one Taoist temple in the world; with his qualifications, he simply couldn't get in.

I never expected that offending the Little Celestial Master would lead to this opportunity!

The old Taoist priest was overjoyed and bowed deeply to Renbao, saying, "Thank you, Little Celestial Master."

He had no idea what his fate would be if Renbao sent him to Qingshan Temple.

Renbao summoned an old ghost who worked in the mortal realm and whispered to him, "Ghost, take him to Qingshan Temple to find Xuanxuan."

The old ghost bowed and said, "Don't worry, Little Yama."

The old Taoist priest hummed a tune as he left, and Renbao really couldn't understand why he was so happy.

The swindler Taoist priest who fell into Xuanxuan's hands is not going to have a good time!

First, one must begin with ascetic practices, performing one hundred good deeds, and then repent before the patriarch at night for the deceitful and fraudulent acts committed in the past.

Only those whose character has been tested can listen in at Qingshan Temple.

Every single one of the swindler Taoist priests sent by Renbao suffered terribly, unable to escape.

Above, the patriarch is watching; below, the little Yama's ghosts are watching.

For a long time, Taoist priests who were not from legitimate sects would either hide or run away when they saw Renbao.

"Little Celestial Master, when will I find my destined partner?"

"Little Celestial Master, when will I have children? My good-for-nothing wife has already given birth to five daughters."

"Little Celestial Master, could you please give me a talisman that can help my son study harder? I finally managed to get him into Bailu Academy, but he's been scheming to skip class and learn carpentry!"

"Of all professions, only studying is noble. I could explain this to him until I'm hoarse, but he wouldn't listen."

Those seeking divination were all talking about the things that were causing them great pain.

Renbao had a pile of silver coins in front of her. She rested her chin on her chubby little hand and looked at the man who was seeking marriage: "Your marriage will be in May next year. The other party is a beautiful and gentle lady. Treat her well, and your life will become more and more prosperous after you get married."

"Thank you, Little Celestial Master." Upon hearing this, the man happily bowed and made way for him.

The next man was a little chubby. He looked at Renbao with pleading eyes, hoping to get a few kind words like the previous one.

"Your right eye is sunken, so it will be difficult for you to have a child. It has nothing to do with your wife." Renbao looked at the man's right eye. "Daughters are good too. You should raise them well; it's better than raising sons."

For male offspring, look at the right eye. If it has messy, crisscrossing lines, a sunken or shriveled area under the eye, or dark spots or moles, it is difficult to have a son.

Upon hearing this, the fat man felt as if the sky had fallen. His eyes turned red, and his shoulders slumped: "But my family are merchants. If we don't have a son, we'll have to adopt someone else's son from a collateral branch."

Renbao pursed his cheeks slightly: "You can raise your own daughter to inherit the family business, why raise someone else's son?"

Upon hearing this, the fat man trembled: "The little Taoist master is right!"

He rushed home and decided to choose the smartest and most virtuous of his five daughters to inherit the family business!

"Little Celestial Master, my son..." The person asking for the talisman was a woman. She handed over the birth date and time, then clutched her sleeve, her knuckles turning white, somewhat apprehensive about Renbao's reply.

Renbao consulted the divination using the Eight Characters (Ba Zi) and leaned forward slightly: "Auntie, my older brother isn't suited for studying. His hands are very dexterous; he's definitely suited to be a carpenter. He'll become a very skilled carpenter in the future!"

After listening, the woman's eyes were filled with resentment. She couldn't hear a word Renbao said about flowers. Her chest heaved: "Carpentry is a crude and vulgar job. People would laugh at us if they knew. He must study, he must pass the imperial examinations and bring honor to his ancestors!"

After she finished speaking, she walked away quickly, her attitude very hostile.

Renbao blinked his dark, round eyes.

Fine, if she doesn't believe me, so be it.

It's just a pity for that older brother. You don't even need to consult a fortune teller to predict that the relationship between the mother and son will inevitably sour in the future.

I'm afraid that by then, I'll still have to have my fortune told by her.

"Alright! That's all for today!" Renbao waved her little hand, and the banners and utensils on the table were put into the bamboo basket.

Those who didn't get a turn for a fortune telling sighed.

"Little Celestial Master, remember to set up your stall at the restaurant again next time!"

Renbao nodded.

She paid the shopkeeper in full and waved to the boy squatting in the corner: "Little brother, take me to your house!"

The young man was flattered, not expecting her to remember, and quickly stood up: "Alright, please, Little Celestial Master."