Prologue 1

Bluffing cannot last long, Zhao Ying said loudly: "Everyone listen carefully, I am Zhao Ying, a hereditary hundred households of the Yan Mountain Vanguard, residing in Guanyin Temple Alley. Today's matter is solely my doing and has nothing to do with anyone else"

The Guanyin Temple Hutong is quite long. The Zhao family is located inside. When Zhao Ying walked to the entrance of the hutong, it was already dark. From afar, she saw seven or eight people walking towards her. One person stood out from the crowd and ran a few steps to her, embracing her with both hands and laughing heartily.

The young Taoist smiled and said softly, "Whether it has been accomplished or not, it is not for you to decide."

"Second brother, what's going on?" Zhao Ying recognized that it was Sun Long and several friends he usually had a good relationship with. Without catching up, he first asked for the reason. This whole journey had made him extremely anxious. There must be something big happening in the capital city, and he was completely clueless.

Leaving the guard post, Zhao Ying walked through the streets, making a big circle, visiting many households, both to collect debts and to repay them. Some were successful, some were not. He did not rush, just recorded each transaction in a register, and each party pressed their fingerprints as evidence for future reference.

The young Taoist winced in pain, causing Zhao Ying to immediately release her grip and search all over his body for the paper filled with immortals, in order to prove the truth of her words.

A middle-aged woman walked out of the main room, holding a bundle in her arms. When she saw the master of the house, she immediately lowered her head and hurriedly left. As she passed by Zhao Ying, she gave a slight bow and almost didn't stop.

Yuan Bin stood up, "Brother Zhao, go home and recuperate first, let's talk again in a few days."

Zhao Ying turned around and looked at the old servant in her house, "Lao Qi, you have been in my house for a long time, haven't you?"

Don't say that. The Xus became even more flustered, "Others will say that you are insincere."

Sun Long left. Zhao Ying sat alone for a long time, until the room was completely dark. He walked out of the room and looked at the faint light in the main room, imagining his wife's appearance as she recited prayers.

Zhao Ying is willing to give up the last ten or so copper coins in her hand, but Zhou Xuanxiang closes the mouth of the bag and loudly asks, "Have you thought it through?"

Lao Dao Zhou Xuanheng is a disciple of Lingji Palace, belonging to the "Hou Yong" group. He also holds a bag to collect money. When he meets familiar believers, he nods or smiles.

So, tell me, why did Wenge lose his soul?

The days pass by one by one, and Zhao Ying is getting beaten more and more. On New Year's Eve, the sound of firecrackers outside faintly comes through. Lying on the pile of grass, Zhao Ying thinks to herself that she probably won't make it to next autumn. Instead of letting Sun Long and others spend money on her, it's better to die early and be reborn early.

Lingji Palace is a magnificent temple, enshrining the two immortals Xu, with many believers in the capital. Zhao Ying gave the fare and went straight to the small gate on the west side, without taking the main entrance.

After his wife Xu gave birth to no children, Zhao Ying did not take concubines. Several years later, he adopted forty strange boys and formed a skilled team that captured monks, defeated demons, and traveled all over the world. People at that time believed that this was retribution for Zhao Ying's lack of children, and called them the "Elite Orphan Army".

When Sun Long visited again, Zhao Ying prepared a table of food and drinks. The two closed the door, ate and drank for a long time, and talked for a long time. During this period, only Shen Laoqi went in a few times. Only saw the faces of the two getting redder and their speech gradually becoming a bit incoherent, nothing else unusual.

Zhao Ying doesn't want to hear anything. He is full of doubts, and his wife can't answer, nor can his neighbors.

The shopkeeper coughed and said, "Speak less idle talk and avoid trouble."

Zhao Xiong has a saying that goes, "If one is truly a deity, no one can touch them; if one is not a deity, what harm is there in killing them?"

Zhao Ying mixed in the crowd, following along in prostration, but her gaze was scanning around.

Zhao Ying took his leave, and Sun Long escorted him to the entrance. He was filled with doubts, but too exhausted. After keeping the gold safe, he returned to his room and went to sleep, planning to have a good talk with his sworn brother tomorrow.

Zhao Ying raised her fist to strike, but was pulled back by the crowd.

Shen Laoqi's face turned pale, and he kept bowing and calling out "Master" repeatedly.

Shen Laoqi squeezed in and said, "Sir, please go and check on the grandmother at home."

Waiting for guidance. Since Zhao Ying's release from prison, she has heard various rumors, all of which she felt were not very accurate.

What does the person look like? And what was given?

Zhao Ying felt a surge of fire rising from the bottom of her heart, "I did it, just as Master Zhou Xian said."

After Shen Laoqi finally retired, Xu Shi had just enough time to explain: "Who could have imagined that the female worker introduced by our neighbor turned out to be a palace maid serving the Emperor and Empress Dowager. At that time, they were living in Nanyuan and their lives were difficult... A few days ago, I specifically asked about your husband's situation, but didn't say much. And now you've returned today, isn't this a blessing from heaven?"

Zhou Xuanheng has disappeared. A young Taoist priest stood in front, holding a bronze bell in his arms, with a smile on his face. He advised, "Forget it, Brother Zhao. Master has urgent matters to attend to and has left ahead. Don't chase after him. That's just how things are. Fortune and misfortune are determined by fate..."

Waiter said: "You don't know? No wonder. He is one of the hundred households living in Guanyin Temple Hutong, named Zhao Ying. His son..." The waiter lowered his voice, "Their kid also lost his spirit a few days ago, and they also hired the old Taoist from Lingji Palace, but unfortunately..."

Shen Laoqi made a sound of agreement. He has worked hard at the Zhao family and has served three generations. He is not particularly restrained in front of the master.

As the woman disappeared from sight, Zhao Ying asked, "Who is it?"

I, I... Sir, I really didn't see clearly. I was running and calling out "Brother Wen". That person turned around and left. I didn't pay much attention or ask further. I took the young master home... The young master was not abnormal at that time, and even played for a while after returning home. It should have nothing to do with that person.

Shen Laoqi hesitated for a moment before nodding. Zhao Ying let out a low shout, raised her left fist, and slammed it heavily on the table, causing the table corner to fall to the ground along the blade.

Zhou Xuanheng has passed away. A young Taoist priest stood in front of Zhao Ying, put away the little smile on his face, and said, "The matter has come to an end. Please accept my condolences. It was your son's destiny to leave this world. Perhaps it was a karmic debt from a past life. You are still young. In the future, burn more incense and worship the gods. If you can move the heavens, perhaps there will be another son in your destiny..."

Zhao Ying has a sole son, who is just over five years old. A few days ago, he suddenly fell into a coma and is left only with faint breaths

After it got late, Sun Long took his leave and said ambiguously at the gate: "Elder brother is still young, buying a person only costs a few dozen taels of silver, as long as sister-in-law agrees, I will..."

Zhao Ying murmured, "I appreciate your concern regarding this matter, and if we are able to capture this person in the future, we must deal with him severely"

It has been several months since we last met, and my wife, Xu, has lost a lot of weight, crying to the point where she can hardly speak. However, Old Seven Shen is quite excited, repeatedly saying: "It is all thanks to Grandma, good deeds are rewarded, it is all thanks to Grandma..."

Zhao Ying was dissatisfied with this answer, still staring at the scholar, a living person yet with the madness of a dying man in his gaze

You haven't answered my question yet," Zhao Ying said sternly, as if reprimanding a soldier in a military camp.

Zhao Ying remained silent for a long time before asking, "Do immortals truly exist in this world?"

I do not believe in any deities, regardless of their authenticity.

The neighbors on the street hurriedly made way, and then gathered together, their eyes all focused on the owner of the Zhao family.

Zhao Ying stood for a moment and said: "Pack up a bit, I will go back to my parents' home for a few days, I am going out"

I am still young," Zhao Ying murmured, feeling not the hope of having children, but an unnamed anger rising in her heart. "What does it really mean to be sincere?"

No, the deity appeared before me, I saw it with my own eyes. Zhao Ying tried to recall the vision she saw when she was unconscious, as if it were right in front of her.

Zhao Ying couldn't listen, she grabbed the young Taoist's arm and said, "It's impossible. I followed everything Master Zhou said, not missing a single detail, and... and I saw it, really, it's exactly like the painting you gave me..."

Ah? Wenge'er did not get sick, he... he was possessed by an evil spirit that night... somehow lost his soul. Everyone said maybe he was too playful, even his soul ran away while he was asleep, and couldn't find his way back home... Shen Laoqi's eyes were moist, he had deep feelings for his young master.

Zhao Ying stood up in surprise, "Lord Yuan, I ... ... "

Yuan Bin invited Zhao Ying to take a seat, chatted for a while, and then said seriously, "Brother Zhao, do you know why you were acquitted?"

The house is cold and empty, without the joyful laughter of children. Shen Laoqi is alone, hunched over, sweeping the courtyard with slow movements, unable to catch up with the leaves blown by the wind.

Twelve.

Since last winter, at least seven children inside and outside the South City have consumed food from strangers, resulting in comas. They were all advised to seek the help of Zhou Xuanheng for a remedy. In the end, five children survived while two died; my son was one of the deceased. It is evident that Zhou Xuanheng colluded with the wrongdoers, one administering poison and the other providing an antidote. Zhao Ying intends to clarify the matter.

"Who on earth is it?" Zhao Ying's voice rose higher, attracting the attention of the crowd at the gate.

Let the immortals come to your rescue Zhao Ying uttered the last sentence of this line as she plunged the dagger down again

"Seventh Uncle, I will make a list, and you help me distribute these items."

There is no need to waste it, Lingji Palace was built by royal decree, I killed someone inside and never thought I would still be alive

Yuan Bin glanced at the door, confirming that there were no outsiders, and slightly lowered his voice, "Brother Zhao has made a great contribution, His Majesty will surely be grateful to you."

Zhao Ying enjoyed a few more days of good fortune, but Sun Long did not appear again. One day, the guard's attitude suddenly changed; he kicked over the food tray and found an excuse to punish the prisoners. After a beating, Zhao Ying, whose injuries had just begun to heal, was once again left battered and bruised.

Zhao Ying felt a sharp pain and exclaimed, "Ouch!" The other party quickly let go. "We just received the news, didn't expect that big brother has already come out."

"Those who are not afraid of death, come up!" Zhao Ying twisted Zhou Xuanheng's arm, forcing him to turn around and bend down, raising the dagger high and stabbing down fiercely

Zhao Ying was dumbfounded; he used a dagger and blood to prove the non-existence of deities, only to find himself seemingly back where he started after going in circles

The result, however, is not "great luck"

Four

Zhao Ying hesitated for a moment, "I don't believe it. Even if there are deities, there is no need to make use of an ordinary person like me"

Zhao Ying was ordered to come to the Jinyiwei's headquarters. The last time he came, he was a criminal, subjected to torture and plunder. Now, returning again, his legs still feel weak, and the scars on his body are still throbbing.

Six

Shen Laoqi gently put down the broom and followed the master towards the east wing.

From a distance of more than ten steps, Zhou Xuanheng also saw Baihu Zhao Ying. He put away the smile on his face and slowly approached.

Zhao Ying dared not respond. The whole thing became increasingly bizarre, even shaking his firmly held disbelief in God.

Have you not encountered any strange occurrences during the day? I remember that day you took Wen Ge out.

The family is doing well, and there is no need for the elder brother to worry. Everyone is currently brainstorming ways to save the elder brother's life

Of course, there is only one requirement, Brother Zhao must have evidence when convicting someone.

Yuan Bin's official career was marked by ups and downs, ultimately rising from the position of assistant commander to that of governor and assistant commander. In contrast, Zhao Ying remained a hundred households throughout, yet he frequently received rewards, leading to an increasingly affluent household

Soon, an adult walked out, casting a suspicious glance at the newcomer. Zhao Ying turned and left, unknowingly walking towards home, when suddenly she stopped in her tracks, a thought arising in her mind

Yuan Bin smiled and said, "Last October, Lingji Palace prayed for blessings for the Prince of Cheng. Due to the disturbance caused by Brother Zhao, the prayer failed. At that time, the Prince of Cheng had already fallen ill. As the year turned, his condition worsened, and only then did the matter of restoration arise. Isn't this a great achievement?"

Where does this start? Zhao Ying remembered his wife's words, could helping the palace maid really have such a great merit?

Zhao Ying felt very calm. In his youth, he was also a rogue on the streets, having fought countless battles, both big and small. He understood one principle: when outnumbered, it is the momentum that counts. If one cannot establish control over the situation from the outset, even the fiercest thug or the greatest hero is bound to be overwhelmed by a group assault.

Sun Long entered with a bottle of wine in his right hand and a package of marinated meat in his left. After entering, he nodded to Zhao Ying and said, "Shall we have some?"

Zhou Xuanheng initially paid no attention, turning his gaze to another acquaintance, just as he was about to greet them, he suddenly felt something was amiss. Lowering his head to look, he then discovered that Zhao Ying was actually holding a dagger in her hand

As soon as I noticed that Wen Ge'er was not by my side, I immediately chased after him and saw... saw someone teasing him, as if giving him something...

The aura of a victor is often effective, Zhao Ying is not a victor, yet possesses the gaze of one.

More than ten days later, Zhao Ying welcomed a visitor.

Zhao Ying was invited to the back hall, where he was received by a refined-looking official.

Sun Long raised his cup and drank it all in one go, then stood up and said: "Elder brother, listen to me, you are still young. Some things are destined, do not force them."

eleven

Zhao Ying, with a heart resigned to death, did not betray anyone even when the pain pierced to the bone, for he truly had no one to sell out.

Who else could it be? Of course, it's Lingji Palace... The man in the long robe noticed the strange expressions of the drinkers around him, not understanding their meaning, but knowing that he had said something wrong. He chuckled twice and said, "Wu Laor'er Hutong is not far from here, go and inquire for yourself."

Well. Sun Long said no more.

"Hey." Zhao Ying took one last look at his son's little face, turned and walked out of the room, and his wife couldn't answer his question.

Who has the final say? You? Zhao Ying questioned loudly.

Yes.

In hand, there is no extra money. Zhao Ying put the copper coins into her pocket and searched her chest.

After Zhao Ying lost her son, Sun Long only came once, not because he was heartless, but because he believed his brother could free himself from grief.

No one stepped forward to stop it, and the several Taoist priests holding sticks did not catch up either.

The companion obediently shut his mouth, but the man in the long robe was not convinced, "Just a mere hundred households, how dare you?"

The young Taoist shook his head

Zhao Ying understood, but ignored the jailer, fell down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

Two people sit across the table from each other, drinking in silence for a long while

One by one, the neighbors let go of their hands and comforted Zhao Ying with different opinions. However, she didn't listen to any of them. She glanced at the main house where her son was still there, but she didn't want to look at him or dare to. She pushed away the crowd and ran towards the west wing where her wife Xu was sitting quietly.

I understand now. Zhao Ying said in a low and submissive voice.

Zhao Ying began to feel a flutter in her heart, "I can't distinguish between what's real and what's fake."

Zhao Ying was shocked in her heart. Her son had a strange illness, and his wife was heartbroken. If she had another accident, this family would really be ruined.

In a few days, I will transfer Brother Zhao to the Northern Pacification Division of the Jinyiwei. For both major and minor matters, report directly to me.

Shen Laoqi's mouth opened wider, emitting a meaningless "ah". The more fervently the master spoke, the stranger his expression became.

Shen Laoqi knelt down with a thud and said, "Master, please don't be angry. Everything was indeed normal that day. The young master and I went to the market to buy a piece of osmanthus cake from Guan's pastry shop. We finished eating it on the way. If you don't believe me, you can go and ask the pastry shop."

The scholar, still under thirty, has experienced too little and is not adept at handling such situations. He grips the wine cup with his right hand, nervously turning it gently. He contemplates getting up and leaving but feels embarrassed. After clearing his throat several times, he reluctantly replies: "Confucius said: Respect the spirits and keep your distance from them. As Confucian scholars... we hold a similar view."

Zhao Ying thought he was about to suffer again, but the outcome was unexpected. He was a death row inmate, housed alone in a cell without a bed. The straw spread on the ground was surprisingly thick, and although the food was coarse, it was sufficient to fill his stomach. However, it was cold, and he had no warm clothing to protect against the chill, leaving him to curl up in a ball to endure the hardship.

Having left the Sun residence around noon, Zhao Ying hired a mule cart at the street corner, traveled through Chongwenmen Street, then proceeded west along the city wall, turned onto Xuanwumen Street, and continued north into Xuan Chengbo Back Wall Street. The mule driver stopped and said, "Sir, we have arrived at Lingji Palace."

Former Emperor

Sun Long was taken aback, "This... the patrol office is investigating thieves. If the people do not report to the authorities, we are also unaware. Why is elder brother asking this? Is there something wrong with Wen Ge'er?"

Do immortals really exist in this world? If they do, why would they let our son... He's so well-behaved and has never done anything wrong...

The Confucian scholar does not believe in ghosts and gods. The scholar said confidently, hoping to end the awkward situation soon.

Old servant Shen Lao Qi did not speak, shaking his head; he wanted to say something but remained silent. His expression had already provided a definitive answer.

Yes, this is all the family assets. Everything must be given away; the surrounding temples and several poor families will all receive a share, including you and Ying'er. It must all be given away today. Xu paused for a moment, saying, "This is to pray for your family's master, hoping that the Bodhisattva can forgive his actions."

Other Taoists and neighbors hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him. The young Taoist struggled several times but could not break free, his face flushed red. "Zhao Ying, do not come with this kind of trick. You are not sincere yourself, having caused the death of your own son. Do not blame others, and do not think of relying on our Lingji Palace..."

In the yard, everyone was pulling and tugging, creating a chaotic scene. The Taoists hurriedly left while clutching their instruments, murmuring the words "heart not sincere" along the way

In the small courtyard, the crowd had mostly dispersed, leaving only a few Taoist priests tidying up their tools. However, a group of people still gathered at the entrance of the courtyard, where the old Taoist Zhou Xuanheng was speaking to the neighbors.

Accept this, and consider it a means to put my mind at ease

He didn't know where to go or whom to look for, just wandering aimlessly on the streets.

As they walked, Sun Long said, surrounded by the crowd, "Do you know that the former emperor has returned to power, and your elder brother knows nothing about it?"

"Restoration?" Zhao Ying didn't react at first. About half a month ago, the prison guards in the prison did indeed become somewhat strange, often whispering to the prisoners. He didn't pay much attention to it, but he didn't expect such a big thing to happen outside.

The scholar felt timid and regretful, put down the wine cup in his hand, and said hesitantly: "I just remembered... there is an urgent matter... um... I will take my leave first..."

First, the surrounding believers noticed the unusual situation, followed by the traveling Taoists, who sequentially perceived the anomaly, mostly assuming it to be a minor dispute. Several Taoists shouted reprimands, while a few believers offered gentle advice. Only Zhou Xuanheng himself began to feel weak in the legs, for he saw something that others could not, which was that the hundred households before him had truly gone mad

He went to the market to buy a piece of osmanthus cake. Old Shen Qi made an effort to lift his drooping eyelids, feeling that his master was somewhat peculiar. "Master, you should stop drinking, there is still Grandma at home. The superior has sent people several times, saying that if you do not go to the camp to report for duty, then..."

For nearly a century, the divine beings have been elusive, while impostors have emerged in abundance. The court intends to implement reforms, but is lacking a talented individual.

nine

"Of course." Seeing that Brother Yi was not particularly excited, Sun Long felt a bit confused, "Elder brother, you have come here for a reason, right? I have found a matchmaker for you; she has good young women, all under twenty..."

The scholar became even more frightened, changing from feeling embarrassed to not daring to leave. He turned his gaze, seeking help from other guests in the hotel, only to see faces filled with glee at his misfortune.

Even if Zhou Xuanheng truly harmed others, his accomplices have hidden away at this moment. Alas, the elder brother is too hasty, leaving no evidence to support his claims

Yet the matter he cared about the most was still that one thing. Thus, he took a deep breath, gently held the little bird in his chest, turned his gaze towards the old servant in the house, suppressing his excitement, and asked with a quivering voice: "How is it?"

More than ten guests smiled without answering, but only a man in a long gown who had just entered and was unaware of the situation leaned against the counter and coldly remarked: "Who says there are no immortals? It is merely that your eyes are too dull to recognize them."

Since his sworn brother got into trouble, Sun Long has been trying to find a way to help. However, his low rank and position in the Jinyiwei made it difficult for him to have any influence. It was not until Zhao Ying was sent to the Ministry of Justice that he finally had the opportunity to make arrangements, which, while unable to reduce the charges, at least allowed his sworn brother to suffer less in prison

You watched me grow up, and I regarded you as my dear uncle

Last night, Sun Long was on night patrol. At this moment, he was sleeping at home. Upon hearing that Zhao Ying had arrived, he immediately got up, hastily washed his face, and personally welcomed the guest into the room. Excitedly, he whispered, "There is a lead. A family from Yingzi Hutong outside the city reported to the authorities that a stranger was feeding snacks to children on the street. After being discovered by the adults, the stranger fled. The child only took one bite and has been unconscious for most of the day after returning home."

Zhao Ying was taken aback for a moment, seemingly rendered speechless by what was said. After a while, she asked, "Who is the real person you are referring to?"

He arrived a bit late, as the religious ceremony in the Western Hall was nearing its end. A crowd of devotees stood outside the hall, observing, occasionally kneeling and bowing their heads.

The guards dragged the prisoner to the back door, draped a coat over him, pushed him out, and immediately closed the door, with no one else coming out thereafter

No one spoke to him, and the man in the long gown found it dull. He tapped on the counter and ordered another pot of wine, pouring it for himself. Soon, he completely forgot about Zhao Baihu.

Seven

"It is King Cheng," someone corrected.

Xu's tears flowed out suddenly, "My husband, why must it be like this?"

I am asking you. Zhao Ying suddenly lost control, the knife struck down, the blade embedded in the table, the knife body swayed slightly, emitting a buzzing sound

After the roll call, Zhao Ying went to find a familiar officer in the military station to pursue a few outstanding debts, repaid some silver, and exchanged a few casual remarks.

"Three feet above one's head there are deities; in the midst of darkness, there is still a divine will." After a few pleasantries, Yuan Bin said this.

The man in the long gown was taken aback, exclaiming, "I have heard of this; so it is indeed him. It is my own insincerity that led to not inviting the deity, so I cannot blame others."

Everything was ready, and Zhao Ying put her neck through the noose, waiting only for her feet to kick away the hay, so that it could all come to an end.

Sun Long hurriedly changed his tone, "The King is gravely ill, and the ministers have supported the Grand Emperor, who is the current Holy One. He has just granted a general amnesty to the world. I believe this is an opportunity for my elder brother. I was just about to go to the Ministry of Justice to inquire with my brothers, but I didn't expect my elder brother to have already returned. Haha, this is a great joy."

The little bird in her heart was struck heavily, losing all momentum to soar into the sky, yet Zhao Ying did not resign herself to fate. She shook her head and said with an even more resolute tone: "Impossible"

When Zhao Ying saw Yuan Bin again, her health had almost fully recovered. Friends and family congratulated her, all believing that the Xu family had successfully pleased the Empress, filled with envy.

"Not right! Not right!" Zhou Xuanheng finally came to his senses and denied loudly

Zhao Ying revealed a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, "Yes, everything is predestined, I want to see..." Zhao Ying was reluctant to say more, "Let's go back to my family home."

Zhao Ying struggled to rise, took off her tattered outer garment, looked up at the small window high above, and moved step by step towards it. She threw one end of the garment up, trying several times, and finally managed to get it around a metal bar.

Do Confucian scholars not worship the gods? Is it not the Confucian scholars who observe celestial phenomena in the Imperial Astronomical Bureau? Do you not believe in prophecies, astrological changes, and disasters?

Zhao Ying originally intended to report to the Ministry of Justice nearby, but was surrounded by a group of soldiers on the way. He did not resist and surrendered willingly. After walking for a while, he realized that he was being taken to the Jinyiwei. It was only at this moment that he thought to himself that the trouble he had caused was likely quite significant

"You, you... let go!" Zhou Xuanheng shouted, feeling no fear, only anger and an incomprehensible frustration

Zhao Ying thought for a moment, "The case of the lost soul is not over yet; I must start my investigation from Lingji Palace"

You are certainly more sincere than I am Zhao Ying said

Accompanied by a clear sound of firecrackers, a cluster of snowflakes rushed in from the window and suddenly scattered, as if the smoke produced by the firecrackers.

Yuan Bin chuckled a few times, "Brother Zhao still does not believe in the divine?"

No one responded.

Zhao Ying still wanted to catch up, his mood had calmed down slightly, and he had no intention of hitting anyone; he only wanted to ask for clarity on where he had gone wrong, which led to being labeled as "insincere." However, as the crowd pulled and embraced one another, he could not take a single step forward and could only shout loudly: "I did it!"

Zhao Ying's face turned slightly red. He was absolutely convinced that Zhou Xuanheng was being deceitful, but he couldn't produce any solid evidence. "Whose orders should I follow?"

Three

Zhao Ying entered the room and saw his wife holding their son, his heart felt as if it had been stabbed several times and then thrown to the ground and trampled on.

Zhao Ying was perplexed; just as she was about to inquire, she felt that no one would respond. She then thought to herself that perhaps the time had come, and Lingji Palace must have employed some means to have him executed ahead of schedule

This is... This is...

One's own thoughts cannot be concealed from one's wife. Zhao Ying felt a moment of regret in her heart, but soon became resolute. "Wen Ge'er is intelligent and well-behaved; I do not believe he committed any wrongs in his past life. Even if he did, it should not be repaid with this lifetime. I also do not believe that we, as a couple, were insincere when we prayed to the gods back then, so there can only be one explanation.

The Taoists moved forward in order. Zhou Xuanxiang took a step forward and let the Taoist behind him move aside, approaching Zhao Ying and waiting for him specifically for a while. "This is the right way. It's not about how much money you have, but about this sincerity, honoring the gods, and never hiding anything..."

Zhao Ying's arm gripping the knife was still exerting force, the table creaking loudly, "Have you always been by Wen Ge'er’s side?"

The surrounding believers nodded in agreement, and Zhao Ying also nodded. With her right hand, she took out something from her bosom and grabbed the old Taoist's wrist with her left hand.

It was destined to be.

Zhao Ying took a step forward, grabbed the young Taoist's clothes, and angrily said: "I clearly did it!"

Yuan Bin stepped forward, carefully scrutinizing Zhao Ying, and sighed, "Brother Zhao, have you endured the brocade-clad torture devices?"

Zhao Ying has already lost her shape, looking three parts human and seven parts ghost. Sun Long cried out upon seeing her, but Zhao Ying did not care, laughing as she said: "Brother, do not pick on me; I cannot get up now."

Seeing her husband enter, Mrs. Xu stopped chanting, looked up at him with a mix of concern and reproach in her eyes.

Yes. Zhao Ying did not want to argue; having narrowly escaped death, he cherished his life greatly

Zhao Ying stood up, assessed the man in the long gown, and stepped out of the shop

Like many hereditary military households, Zhao Ying, a hundred-household, does not lead troops, does not train in the camp during peacetime, and has never been to the battlefield. Every year, he pays the prescribed silver to his superiors in exchange for a comfortable life. From then on, he arrives at the guard station on time to report, receiving a white-collar salary. When he was young, he also felt uneasy and wanted to kill enemies for the country. However, since his father passed away, his thoughts have faded.

Zhao Ying looked at the knife in her hand. Shen Laoqi also looked over and felt a tremble in his heart and body. He knew his master too well, knew that he would feel fear. "Master... What did you hear?"

The old man let out a cry of despair as Zhao Ying raised the dagger once more, holding his head high and glaring down, adopting a stance that suggested he could single-handedly hold back a thousand foes. It had been many years since he had last fought, yet now he had picked up the street fighting techniques again, and they remained effective.

Old Seven Shen entered the room with a water jug and was startled to see the master holding a knife. "My lord, you... you mustn't do anything foolish"

Whatever, I have already taken my revenge. Are there any children missing their souls recently

The interrogation continued intermittently for nearly a month. Zhao Ying had undergone all forms of torture without concealment, recounting the events multiple times. However, the Jinyiwei were not concerned with why this hundred-household had committed murder; they relentlessly pressed him on who had instigated him and who his accomplices were.

Shen Laoqi just saw the master's strange expression as he walked out of the house, and when he entered the room, he saw a table full of gold and silver jewelry, which naturally surprised him.

It is merely street gossip. Zhao Ying always felt that she had entered the wrong door and met the wrong person

"Master Xian." Zhao Ying's voice was somewhat hoarse as she hurriedly chased after the courtyard gate, raising her voice to call out: "Master Zhou Xian!"

Unable to split the table in one strike, Zhao Ying grew even angrier, gripping the handle of the knife tightly, glaring fiercely at the old servant. Days of heavy drinking and lack of sleep had left his eyes bloodshot, resembling a cornered wolf determined to fight to the death.

"What?" Xu was taken aback, looking at her husband with concern

Then what? Zhao Ying asked.

"Since there are no deities in the world, how can there be reincarnation?" Zhao Ying murmured, suddenly no longer wanting to die, cautiously moving her neck away.

Yesterday, a message delivered by an officer plunged the entire family into panic once again. Zhao Ying, however, remained calm, stating, "Since they are not here to arrest me, it means there is nothing to worry about"

Zhou Xuanheng was satisfied, reopened the bag, and upon seeing the more than ten copper coins in Zhao Ying's hand, frowned again, "So few? Well, as long as the heart is sincere."

Several prison guards entered the cell and, without saying a word, lifted the inmate and carried him out

I really don't know. Old Shen Qi could no longer hold on, placing the basin on the shelf beside him, "Everything was fine during the day, Wen Ge'er was jumping and leaping..."

I am certainly not, but I ... ...

Zhao Ying tidied up and went to see his wife, Mrs. Xu.

There are others seeking the true immortal, Brother Zhao need not concern himself; he should focus solely on capturing the impostors.

Zhao Ying found herself playing the lute to a cow, struggling to stand up from the cushion, her feet floating, her body swaying. Even so, she pushed away Shen Laoqi who came to help her, and walked out of the room with big steps. Once again, the words "impossible" popped up in her mind, this time, she said it to herself.

The last person he visited was his sworn brother, Sun Long

How did Wenge get sick?" Zhao Ying asked. Her son's name is Zhao Wen, and everyone in the family calls him "Wenge".

Officer Sun Long is a military officer of the Patrol Department. He is sworn brothers with Zhao Ying and they used to engage in mischief together when they were young. Their friendship has always been deep, and they will always be there for each other.

The shopkeeper waved his hand to the assistant and said, "For regular customers, just keep a record." Then he lowered his head to look at the account book.

Zhao Ying smiled again and said, "No one was affected, right?"

The original intention of the court was to seek out real immortals.

Zhou Xuanheng led his disciples to set up the altar and perform rituals. At the same time, Zhao Ying and her husband were required to sit quietly and meditate in separate rooms, praying for divine assistance. Especially for Zhao Ying, as the head of the family, it would be extremely auspicious if she could see the appearance of immortals during her meditation.

You're crazy!Zhou Xuanheng finally felt a sense of panic, desperately trying to let go, but forgot to release the bag in his hand. The gold, silver, and copper inside rattled loudly.

My mistake.

The master's kindness towards me is as heavy as a mountain... Shen Laoqi didn't consider himself as a "close uncle".

The clothes were tied too tightly, unable to be undone. Zhao Ying merely moved the hay back to a sheltered spot, lay down on it, and thought of nothing, listening intently to the sound of firecrackers outside.

Zhao Ying was also not polite, nodding in agreement, and reached out to turn over the two teacups that were upside down on the table

Zhao Ying, however, remembered every word spoken by the man in the long gown. After leaving the hotel, she immediately went to Wu Laor's Alley, standing at the entrance of the alley, watching several children playing and frolicking in the street

I know that Brother Zhao does not believe in gods, so it is most appropriate for you to investigate the demons.

Hearing such words from a commoner, the scholar was quite surprised. After thinking it over, he replied: "Respectfully keeping my distance, as I have said before, is to respectfully keep my distance. Confucian scholars do not believe in ghosts and deities, but they do not oppose them either... There is no need to take it too seriously, right? Since the common people believe... I truly have urgent matters to attend to, that..."

Zhao Ying does not wish to die, but neither does she want to engage in futile struggles

Two

Zhao Ying waited for a while longer before tightening her clothes and slowly dragging her frail body towards the mouth of the alley

Zhao Ying deeply bowed and said, "I will not let Lord Yuan down, even if it means going through fire and water."

Zhao Ying squeezed to the front, also throwing money into the bag, his gaze still scanning, and finally, he spotted the target

"Is there really such a thing as immortals in this world?" Zhao Ying became increasingly serious

Five

Zhao Ying hurriedly bowed and said, "The person bearing the punishment pays respects to Lord Yuan."

Zhao Ying was unaware and unconcerned. Since the loss of their son, his wife had become even more charitable than before, always believing that this would earn her the forgiveness of heaven and allow her to bear another child. Zhao Ying was not interested in "forgiveness"; he simply found that woman somewhat peculiar, unlike an ordinary poor woman.

Zhao Ying nodded, understanding this brother well enough that no further instructions were necessary

One

The scholar sat restlessly, glancing once more at the crowd in the shop, pleading for rescue

The scholar, no longer hesitating, quickly rose and hurried outside, secretly vowing never to casually accept others' invitations again

Zhao Ying discarded the dagger and strode outward; he had no intention of fleeing, he simply did not wish to remain standing here any longer

Yuan Bin sighed lightly, "I actually hope there will be a time of 'disappointment'"

Zhao Ying fell into silence, seemingly forgetting what she wanted to ask. Old Shen Qi was not in a hurry either, standing in place and waiting quietly, his frail body swaying slightly

Zhao Ying sat still for a moment, then got up and walked to the wall, took down the waist knife hanging there, drew the blade from its sheath, weighed it in his hand a couple of times, hung the sheath back up, gripped the knife, returned to his original spot, did not sit down, and stared at the table beside him, lost in thought once again

The young Taoist chuckled again, handing the bronze bell in his hand to another Taoist. When he spoke again, his tone was no longer as gentle as before, "Zhao Baihu, why must you? After all, that is your son, and no one is blaming you for anything..."

On the evening of the 9th day of the 10th month in the 7th year of the Jingtai era of the Ming Dynasty, Zhao Ying, a hereditary hundred-household guard of the Yanshan region, killed the Taoist priest Zhou Xuanheng outside the side hall of Lingji Palace. The incident caused a sensation throughout the city, yet at that time it was an exceedingly simple matter. Neither in the heavens nor on the earth was there any noteworthy phenomenon to speak of. The wind was somewhat cold, and the blood was somewhat horrifying, and that was all.

"Of course, one must be serious about this." Zhao Ying slammed his hand heavily on the table, startling the scholar who had just stood up, causing him to sit back down. "If there are no deities, what is the purpose of all these temples, palaces, monks, and Taoists? Why not eliminate them all at once, which would save food and land? If there are deities, how can one communicate with them? The court often issues decrees, proclaiming to the world, but where are the intentions of the deities? Why do they not clearly express their intentions? Why? What do you think is the reason for this?" The court often issues decrees, proclaiming to the world, but where are the intentions of the deities? Why do they not clearly express their intentions? Why? What do you think is the reason for this?

The humble servant... was taken aback and did not dare to accept the position, requesting Lord Yuan to select someone more capable. Zhao Ying was self-aware; he was merely a leisurely hundred-household, had never led troops, had never fought in battle, and had no experience in capturing demons

Zhao Ying became increasingly confused, thinking that this was a dream, yet the pain from his injuries had not diminished at all. At this moment, he had already confirmed that he had indeed been released. His longing for home surged, and gritting his teeth, he limped towards the Guanyin Temple alley in the eastern city.

Sun Long was taken aback again. After pondering for a moment, he raised his head and said, "I will inquire about it. Tomorrow night, I need to take turns with the troops, and I will give you a response the evening after tomorrow."

A young couple, middle-aged and bereaved of their child, both have a wealth of words to express, yet find themselves with nothing to say.

Zhao Ying finally shifted her gaze away from the scholar and looked at the man in the long robe, "Are you a deity?"

The young Taoist still shook his head

Lord Yuan also ... ...

Ah, Master Zhao, the account has not yet been settled

The ends of the clothes were tied in a tight knot. Zhao Ying tugged at it with force and found it to be quite sturdy. Therefore, she went to fetch some hay to use as a stepping material

Old Man Shen Qi trembled, "I, I was just greeting an acquaintance, the young master ran off on his own..."

Zhao Ying glanced down at Zhou Xuanheng, the old Taoist bent over, one hand in Zhao Ying's grasp, while the other hand pressed firmly on the wound on his shoulder

As dusk approached, there were no pedestrians in the streets and alleys. Zhao Ying stood there, leaning to one side, completely bewildered, and couldn't help but ask loudly: "What is going on?"

Old Seven Shen sighed and turned to fetch some water

The neighbors were still in the courtyard, whispering to each other. Upon seeing Zhao Ying walk out, they all fell silent, each one prepared with words of comfort. However, before anyone could speak, Zhao Ying had already exited the gate, leaving a group of people exchanging glances.

Yuan Bin put away his smile, stared at Zhao Ying for a while, and said: "Good, the Jinyiwei is in need of someone like Brother Zhao."

Those who scolded, mediated, or merely watched all fell silent and withdrew, while the crowd that was slightly farther away continued to chatter excitedly

Just when he thought he was about to die in the prison of the Jinyiwei, he was transferred to the dungeons of the Ministry of Justice

Therefore, what is most important is sincerity. Zhou Xuanheng stood with his hands behind his back, the whisk in his right palm resembling a tail slightly swaying, his tone neither hurried nor slow, carrying a hint of regret and reproach, though the object of reproach was certainly not himself. "What are we? We are somewhat like intermediaries, mediating between the celestial beings above and the mortals below. It is akin to when someone among you wishes to meet a nobleman on the ground; naturally, one must seek an acquaintance for an introduction. However, whether one can ultimately meet the nobleman and whether one can accomplish anything after the meeting still depends on one's own luck and sincerity. Some may have bad luck, while others may be reluctant to spend money; thus, one cannot blame the intermediary, can one? Returning to the matter of seeking divine assistance, the reason for failure lies entirely in the insincerity of mortals. We have indeed fulfilled our duties, having already invited the celestial beings to our doorstep... Returning to the matter of seeking divine assistance, the reason for failure lies entirely in the insincerity of mortals. We have indeed fulfilled our duties, having already invited the celestial beings to our doorstep...

"It is impossible," Zhao Ying repeated word by word, the little bird in her chest becoming active once again. "I saw it, truly and clearly, without a hint of falsehood. I saw it, exactly as Daoist Zhou described."

Lord Zhou Xian

The man in the long shirt remained perplexed, asking, "Who was that person just now? He was speaking such strange words."

Yuan Bin waved his hand and said, "That is a matter of the past."

Yuan Bin smiled and said: "Brother Zhao, you are being too modest. To speak frankly, the Jinyiwei is filled with talented individuals. When it comes to investigating treachery, uncovering secrets, apprehending smugglers, or interrogating suspects, there is no shortage of personnel. However, there is one type of person that is hard to find, and that is someone like you, who absolutely does not believe in the divine."

As long as it can be proven that Zhou Xuanheng indeed colluded with the demons to poison the children, Sun Long is unwilling to easily give up

Zhao Ying was even more astonished. He had heard of Yuan Bin, who had accompanied the Emperor Taishang during his expedition and unfortunately fell into the hands of the Northern barbarians. After returning to court, the Emperor Taishang was imprisoned in the Nanyuan, and Yuan Bin was not given any significant position. Now that the restoration had taken place, Yuan Bin's promotion was to be expected, but personally meeting with a hundred households who had been offended was beyond expectation

Zhao Ying smiled and shook her head, taking out a small package from her bosom and presenting it to Sun Long, saying, "Please keep this for me."

I heard that there was a child from a household in Wu Laor Hutong who also lost their soul and was brought back to life by a priest from Lingji Palace. I think there might be something to this.

This is fate. Xu forced herself to stay strong; among the couple, one of them had to remain calm, and it seems that it can only be her now

Zhao Ying tightened her grip on Zhou Xuanheng, saying, "If there truly are immortals, they should protect you. With this stab, you will not die. If there are no immortals—" Zhao Ying raised her voice, her eyes suddenly revealing intense fury, "You are a fraud, the very culprit who caused my son's death!"

The monk, the Taoist priest, and the half-immortal have all been consulted, yet the son still shows no signs of improvement. Zhao Ying, who is over thirty, has only this one son, whom he cherishes like a precious treasure, valuing him even more than his own life. He is determined to save him, even if it means exhausting his entire fortune. Thus, he sought the help of many relatives and friends, spending several hundred taels of silver, and finally managed to invite the renowned Master Zhou Xuanheng from Lingji Palace.

Whose fault is it, after all

So you are truly a divine being

As long as there is evidence, even if it is the royal palace, you can investigate it

Zhao Ying picked up the knife again, her resolve growing stronger, and calmly said: "Go and invite General Sun."

Old Shen Qiqi half-opened his mouth, unable to utter a word. Initially filled with sorrow and sympathy, his expression transformed entirely into astonishment, accompanied by a hint of panic

It is unfortunate that the will of heaven is difficult to predict and that encounters with immortals are rare. Since the founding of the dynasty by the Great Ancestor, the court has been diligently investigating both openly and secretly, hoping to find an immortal or a demigod. Brother Zhao must have heard about this matter as well

Xu also went a whole day and night without eating or drinking, but she did not faint. She learned the outcome a little earlier than her husband and had the servant bring their son over, holding him in her arms. Her heart felt empty and she remained silent and dazed until she finally came to her senses upon hearing the commotion outside

The young Taoist appeared somewhat awkward, chuckling lightly, yet Zhao Ying's eyes remained fixed, glinting with a wolf-like gleam, instilling both fear and anger in the young Taoist. "Of course it is a deity..." The young Taoist turned to the crowd at the entrance and said, "Of course it is a deity, is there any need to ask? If the deity does not reveal itself, it is undoubtedly due to your insincerity, it is quite evident.

Finally, Sun Long spoke, "Elder brother and sister-in-law are still young and can have more children. If that is not feasible, we can consider taking in a concubine. Sister-in-law understands the greater good..."

I am the commanding officer Yuan Bin, and Brother Zhao has suffered greatly

At that time, Zhao Ying was kneeling on the ground, reverently receiving a piece of paper that depicted two deities accompanied by numerous attendants. He sat in the room for an entire day and night, during which he neither ate nor drank nor moved, until he fainted. However, in a haze, he believed he saw the divine beings.

Sun Long hesitated for a moment and reluctantly said: "Alright, if elder brother changes his mind and wants to buy someone to keep in the house, this amount of money is just right."

Ah? The scholar revealed a bitter smile

Zhao Ying did not say it this way, but the meaning is not too different

No need. I have a question for you. Zhao Ying sat on the chair, a cloud of dust rising beneath him, yet he remained unconcerned, focused solely on one thing

I am merely inviting the deity; whether or not the invitation is successful depends on your own sincerity. Zhou Xuanheng remains obstinate.

The members of the Jinyiwei rarely spoke, while the prison officials of the Ministry of Justice were quite straightforward. On the first day, one of them said to the prisoners: "Although the Jinyiwei are ruthless, you still have a chance to defend yourself and seek survival there. Once you arrive here, it means a death sentence is already set, and you are just waiting for execution. Consider yourself fortunate; you missed this year's autumn execution and will have to spend an extra year in prison. However, how you fare in this prison—whether the food is hard or soft, cold or hot—will depend on your own abilities, do you understand?"

Eight

Hey. Zhao Ying saw several Taoist priests running from a distance, holding long staffs

Zhao Ying has not yet restored her status as a hundred households and does not dare to claim an official title

In summary, keep it for me for now; if you later see the Zhao family in decline, it will not be too late to return it.

Zhao Ying calmed down, threw the knife on the table, and sat down. "Lao Qi, I know you are loyal to the Zhao family and would not harm anyone. Speak the truth, and I will not make things difficult for you."

What is this talk? My dear brother is in the prime of his life, how could he be 'down and out'? Even if that day were to come, would I really turn a blind eye?

The New Year has just passed, and the atmosphere of the Spring Festival has completely vanished. It is only within the streets of Xuanwumen that pedestrians can be seen coming and going, each with hurried steps. When acquaintances meet, they merely nod at each other, even forgoing the customary bow.

Old Shen Qi's body swayed more noticeably, the water in the basin rippling slightly, "Fifty...more than fifty years."

"Lao Qi, come with me." Zhao Ying was reluctant to meddle in others' affairs, only thinking about the idea that had arisen during the journey

ten

"I did not ask you to come for this." Zhao Ying set down the cup

You have heard many things at the police station, haven't there been reports of children going missing in the city recently

Zhao Ying is completely confused

Zhao Ying departed, and Xu Shi cried alone for a while. She then called for her maid and together they rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, gathering all the gold and silver valuables in the house and piling them on the table. After that, she instructed the maid to invite Shen Lao Qi.

The man in the long gown glanced at the scholar and continued: "But I have seen it with my own eyes, the son of Li Sanmazi from Wu Laor's alley was possessed by a ghost, no matter how many doctors were consulted or how many prescriptions were taken, it was all in vain. Later, a true master was invited, and after a ritual, that boy was lively and bouncing around.

Elder brother, you have caused a great disaster. That day, the Lingji Palace was offering prayers for the current emperor, and you disrupted the ceremony, provoking the wrath of the deities. The Taoist priests have repeatedly reported this and insist on putting you to death. Alas, why did you have to do this? You could have waited a few more days or asked for my help. If it really came to it, we could have fled together into the rivers and lakes, how could it have come to this?

Sun Long opened the cloth bag and saw several pieces of gold inside, becoming even more surprised, "This is ... ... "

The room was covered with a layer of dust, and Old Man Shen Qi, with his dimming eyesight, did not notice it and said: "Sir, I will brew the tea"

We have all been through it; even if one has only spent a single day in the grand prison, it is unforgettable for a lifetime. To this day, I still feel a bit anxious as soon as I enter the gate

Xu's hand-held prayer beads, dressed in plain clothing, were softly chanting scriptures. Ever since the Taoist from Lingji Palace failed to retrieve her son's soul, she converted to the worship of the Bodhisattva. Each day, aside from eating and sleeping, she devoted more than half of her time to reciting scriptures and paying homage to the Buddha, and the room was filled with a strong fragrance of burning incense

Zhao Ying stared coldly at the scholar across from him, his gaze as frigid as that of a lone wolf that had just emerged victorious from a fierce battle. Without the time to savor the spoils of his conquest, he stood tall with his bloodied body, baring his teeth in a show of defiance to the other competitors, challenging them to see who would dare to approach him for another fight. In truth, he was already at the end of his strength, unable to continue the battle.

The audience nodded in agreement, though a few people's gazes shifted. Zhou Xuanheng turned around and saw Zhao Ying, who looked lost and dejected. Without saying anything, he turned back, shook his head at the crowd, let out a soft sigh, and suddenly lifted his leg, striding out as if something unclean behind him was driving him away

In the summer of the first year of the Tian Shun era, Zhao Ying was transferred to the Northern Pacification Department of the Jinyiwei, and thereafter accomplished numerous remarkable deeds.

Outside the prison, two factions are vying for power, which is reflected inside the prison as Zhao Ying experiences alternating periods of indulgence and punishment. He does not defend himself; he eats when food is provided and endures beatings without begging for mercy. Although he is concerned about his wife, he has never inquired about her from anyone.

Zhao Ying married before the age of twenty, and it was not until he was thirty that he had a son. Now at thirty-five, he is certainly not too old, yet he does not believe that he will have another son in his lifetime, nor does he wish to strive for it. He simply reminisces about Wen Ge'er, a memory that has penetrated to his very bones, weighing down so heavily that it seems the ground itself is trembling.

Old Master Shen Qi then realized that the master, leaning on a broom, was looking around in confusion. He finally understood, "Oh, that person was introduced by Sister Wang. She does laundry and mending for various families. Grandmother finds her pitiful and often gives her some work. She has come over a few times. Doesn't the master know?"

Zhao Ying smiled as she pushed Sun Long outside, standing in the courtyard and watching Shen Lao Qi secure the door. Afterward, she returned to the back room to rest, her figure swaying, yet her steps appeared light and brisk. Shen Lao Qi observed this and felt a slight sense of relief, believing that the master must have come to terms with it.

Zhao Ying still felt that everything was unreal. As a mere hundred-household, he had unexpectedly escaped death due to a restoration, which was truly an unimaginable stroke of fortune

Many Taoist priests participated in the ritual. As dusk approached and the ceremony concluded, the priests surrounded and escorted the true person away, while the devotees lined up on both sides, eagerly placing gold, silver, and copper coins into the bags held by the priests.

Zhao Ying, a hundred-household official, awoke from his coma to a bright scene before him. It felt as if a small bird was fluttering its wings in his chest, anxiously yearning to soar into the sky. His body was weak, yet his heart was extremely exhilarated, eagerly wishing to share the various wonders he had just witnessed with others

The master has returned, and the Zhao family is in tears. Sun Long and others offered their consolation and soon took their leave, planning to welcome Zhao Ying with a feast tomorrow.

Madam ... ... '' Xu thought of getting up, but after sitting for a long time, her limbs felt weak, and with the child in her arms, she could hardly move at all, only able to watch helplessly as her husband disappeared

"Bring me a basin of water." Zhao Ying did not care about her superior's thoughts