Aunt Chen is back from the world of cultivation

"Madam, someone outside handed me a letter, saying it was from you."

Censorate, the servant comes to report.

Old Madam Yuan took the letter, unfolded it, and immediately stood up excitedly.

"Great!"

The old lady was so happy that she couldn't suppress the smile on her face and strode straight to her granddaughter's room.

"Mo Niang! Grandma wants to tell you a good news!"

At this point, everything is finally certain and I can tell Mo Niang about the matter at Cihang Temple!

At this time, Mo Niang was reading in the room.

Because of this face, she has been very sensitive and inferior since childhood. She doesn't like to interact with others and usually doesn't allow anyone to stay in the room unless it is necessary.

Although my family is not as wealthy as other dignitaries, we have a lot of books.

Mo Niang spends her time every day embroidering, reading and writing.

"What's the matter, Grandma, that makes you so happy?"

Only when facing her family who truly loves her can she forget the birthmark on her face and smile without any worries.

"Mo Niang, your face will be like a normal person's tomorrow!"

As she spoke, Old Madam Yuan told her about a series of miraculous abilities of the abbot of Cihang Temple, and how he had sent her a letter asking her to bring Mo Niang there the next day to have her face treated.

This was the first time Mo Niang heard about this and she couldn't believe that there was such a superb method in the world.

But she knew that her grandmother would never lie to her about such a thing.

After the surprise, I remembered the argument between my grandparents some time ago, and I felt very uneasy:

"Will it cost a lot to ask such a master to help? Was it because of this that you argued with your grandfather last time?"

Old Madam Yuan knew that her sensitive granddaughter was overthinking again, so she gently stroked her hair and said:

"Don't worry, Mo Niang, it's not a big deal for your grandfather and it won't cause any harm to him."

"Besides, your grandfather and I are both old now. What could be more important than your lifelong happiness?"

Mo Niang's eyes turned red and she cried with emotion.

Old Madam Yuan's eyes were full of love, and she gently wiped her tears:

"Don't think too much about what has already happened. Mo Niang just needs to happily get her face treated tomorrow and live a good life in the future. For us old couple, everything will be worth it!"

Mo Niang had always understood her grandmother's painstaking efforts. Upon hearing this, she put away her worries, forced a smile, and nodded heavily:

"Grandma, I will!"

The two of them did not sleep well that night, and prepared to go to Cihang Temple early the next morning.

Unexpectedly, Censor Yuan also got up early and said to the two of them:

"Today I will not go to the government office. I will go to Cihang Temple with you."

Anyway, he is just a figurehead in the Inspection Office, so it doesn't matter whether he goes or not.

Yesterday I learned that Cihang Temple had given the green light and asked Mo Niang to go for facial treatment today.

Seeing that the grandparents and grandchildren were so happy, he wanted to go with them.

Even though he disdained the behavior of the abbot of Cihang Temple, he still cared about his only granddaughter and wanted to see Mo Niang's face return to normal as soon as possible.

Old Madam Yuan was not very welcoming to him:

"No, don't offend the temple master and the Taoist priests with your arrogant look!"

Censor Yuan had a basin of cold water poured over his head and was very depressed.

"I'll go there and not say anything, and just wait for you guys outside, okay?"

Only then did Old Madam Yuan agree.

So the family of three went to Cihang Temple together.

Although he said he would not follow him in, Censor Yuan still followed him into the temple.

What you see is just an ordinary Taoist temple.

Only the place where offerings are placed in the main hall is different.

Even though it is not the first or fifteenth day of the lunar month, there are still four or five trays on the offering table, filled with valuable offerings.

Not only are there valuable gold and jade items, but there is also top-quality tea.

He could only buy one or two ounces of tea a year, but he just placed such a large jar on the offering table.

It was hard for a tea lover like him not to salivate over it.

"Things outside the body, things outside the body!"

He said this to himself, forcing himself to look away.

Old Madam Yuan also prepared five elements offerings.

It was already a considerable expense for their family, but compared with those offerings, it was completely reduced to a stepping stone.

In front of Old Madam Yuan there was a skinny young man, who was offering offerings with his wife.

Comparing with the information that Old Lady Yuan had said before, it should be the son of General Zheng.

The value of the offerings from the two families differed greatly. In terms of status, the Yuan family was now far inferior to General Zheng.

But the female Taoist priests in Cihang Temple did not show any disdain or neglect to their family, nor did they try to please General Zheng's son.

They are all the same, gentle yet distant.

Everyone in the world flatters the powerful and looks down on the weak.

Cihang Temple treats its believers equally and never bows down to the powerful and wealthy, which makes people look up to it.

Hearing that they were waiting for the abbot to treat them, the only son of General Zheng immediately showed envy in his eyes and asked curiously:

"Who are you treating? What disease are you treating?"

Mo Niang, who was wearing a veil, immediately took a step back and hid behind Old Madam Yuan.

She rarely interacted with outsiders, let alone a strange man asking her about her face.

Censor Yuan frowned slightly and was about to stop him when he heard the receptionist cough lightly.

The son of General Zheng immediately said awkwardly:

"Sorry, sorry! I asked too much. I won't ask any more questions!"

The only son of a third-rank official is surprisingly well-behaved in Cihang Temple.

I'm afraid he has never been so obedient even in front of his father.

Censor Yuan couldn't help but marvel at it.

After waiting for about three quarters of an hour, the Taoist priest Huiyun brought his wife and granddaughter to the reception hall.

General Zheng's son did not leave, apparently wanting to stay and see what was new.

Censor Yuan visited Cihang Temple and witnessed the devoutness of the believers. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he could not help but become nervous while waiting.

He began to worry that since he did not worship the statue just now, would the temple master think he was disrespectful and suddenly become unwilling to treat Mo Niang's face?

By then, I don’t know how disappointed the lady will be.

For a moment, he even regretted not paying homage.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw his wife leading her granddaughter out.

His eyes were red and he kept wiping the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief.

Censor Yuan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

It’s over. It came out so quickly. Could it be that it was really what he thought before?

"Ma'am, what's going on? Why did you come out so soon?"

It's only a moment, what can you do?

Old Madam Yuan was filled with joy, but was somewhat confused by his question:

"You'll be out once you're cured."

Censor Yuan was stunned:

"It was healed so quickly! How...how long has it been?"

It took such a long time, including the time to go back and forth to the East Garden Zen Room, I’m afraid the stool won’t even get warm when I get in.

How could such a deep birthmark disappear so quickly?

Now that Old Madam Yuan has finally solved her biggest worry, she is in such a good mood.

At first she was crying with joy, but now that Censor Yuan interrupted her, she was only happy.

Hearing this, he said:

"Mo Niang, your grandfather still doesn't believe it, let him see it!"

Although there was a man outside the family, the son of General Zheng, present, his wife was also there, and there were elders on Mo Niang's side, so it was not a problem.

Mo Niang had just finished her treatment at the Zhike Hall and looked in the mirror while wiping her face.

The god-like abbot of Cihang Temple just touched her face lightly for a short while and then said it was okay.

She took out a hand mirror and saw a large, shiny black stain where the birthmark had originally been.

She subconsciously wiped it with a handkerchief, revealing her jade-white skin underneath.

The birthmark as big as two copper coins that had caused her hatred and distress for more than ten years disappeared completely!

Looking at the jade-like face in the mirror, she couldn't believe it.

It was almost like a dream.

She had fantasized countless times in her dreams that she would use a knife to cut off that piece of skin, and then new flesh would grow out, and the birthmark would disappear.

But the reality is, doctors all say that not only can they not guarantee that the birthmark will not grow again after cutting off the piece of flesh, but the scar left behind will be more frightening than the birthmark.

But now, without any pain, the master just placed his fingers on her face for a short while, and completely removed the birthmark that had troubled her entire life!

At this moment, she was still in great shock and joy.

After hearing what her grandmother said, although Mo Niang was a little shy, she still took off one side of her veil.

Seeing his granddaughter's clean face, Censor Yuan was also stunned.

Seeing is better than hearing.

No matter how many times I heard my wife talk about the extraordinary methods of the temple master, it was not as shocking as what I saw with my own eyes today.

In just a few moments, the birthmark was removed, which had taken countless famous doctors months or even a year to remove without success.

This is simply not something that can be achieved by mortal power!

Censor Yuan was speechless for a long time.

The first thing he did after coming to his senses was to take his wife and granddaughter away from Cihang Temple.

Can't stay any longer.

Otherwise, even he couldn't guarantee whether his mind could remain as firm as before.