Chapter 210 - 209: Master Buqiu is not limited to just two skills!
Tie Banxian, no, henceforth he should be called Wuwei, just like that, remained at Qingping Temple. It was now early morning, when there were many devotees coming to offer incense and prayers, exactly when the services of Daoists were most needed. Without taking much account of Wuwei’s recent arrival, Qing Yuan took out a Daoist robe from his belongings for Wuwei to change into, gave him a brief introduction to the various halls of Qingping Temple, and then dragged him off to greet the devotees.
As for Qin Liuxi, she had stayed up all night and did not immediately return to the city, instead she rested at her residence in the Daoist School. She had barely slept for two hours when around noon she was awakened by someone.
"Master Buqiu, over in the main hall there is a good person carrying a child who says the child has been struck by an evil spirit, Master Qing Yuan asks you to come and take a look," the little Daoist respectfully requested.
Qin Liuxi yawned, splashed some water over her face to cleanse it, clipped her silver needle bag to her person, and sauntered over.
By this time, nearing noon, the number of devotees coming to offer incense had dwindled, sparse and scattered, a woman with a headscarf wrapped around her hair was crying while holding a child in the small square in front of the main hall, with devotees around her pointing and whispering.
Qing Yuan, accompanied by Wuwei, comforted the woman, "Don’t cry. Master Buqiu will be here shortly."
"Daoist, you must save my child, he’s my life. If he turns dumb, my mother-in-law and husband will surely beat me to death," the woman cried out while slapping her own face, saying, "It’s all my fault for taking him to the Wanhuai Forest to pick mushrooms, causing my boy to be struck by evil."
Perhaps she was a peasant woman accustomed to labor, with considerable strength, for after slapping her own face, it had turned red and swollen, making the onlookers gasp in shock.
Wuwei also felt a painful sting on his own cheek, thinking how harsh the woman was on herself.
But it made sense; which mother doesn’t care about her child? And the child is a boy—if he really becomes an idiot, won’t his family want her life?
In peasant families, girls aren’t valued, but a boy, he’s like the lifeblood.