"Xiao Yue'er, remember to think of us after you leave the mountain!"
"After you find your family, remember to come back and visit us... If you become rich, don't forget to burn more paper money for us..."
In the deep mountains, at the Yun Tai Temple, various lonely spirits, wild ghosts, and beasts all gathered at the temple gate, all looking gloomy and miserable.
With teary eyes, Xiao Yue’er’s eyes reddened, too, tear drops brimming in her big, cute eyes: "Everyone, go back! Xiao Yue’er will miss you all!"
After bidding farewell to the multitude of ghosts and beasts, Xiao Yue'er held the hand of her master, Zhu Yue and took steps to descend the mountain.
Zhu Yue was a Taoist priest with a rugged beard, also the abbott of Yun Tai Temple.
When Xiao Yue'er was born, Zhu Yue adopted her.
Being a foul-smelling Taoist priest who couldn’t take care of a child, Xiao Yue'er was brought up by the lonely spirits, wild ghosts, and beasts in the mountain. She was born with the spirit sight, thus having a deep bond with them.
This sudden departure from the mountain made Xiao Yue'er unbearably sad.
She grumbled, "Master, do you not want Xiao Yue’er anymore?"
"What nonsense is that? You are your master's precious disciple. How could I bear to part with you?" Zhu Yue felt bad seeing the little girl upset.
He patted little girl’s head. As he did not know how to tie a bun, he shaved Xiao Yue'er’s head clean, and it felt smooth to touch.
"Yue’er, it's your destiny to leave the mountain. Firstly, you are already three and a half years old. You've learned all the skills I could teach, even surpassing me in some. It's time for you to graduate from apprenticeship."
"Secondly, I have foreseen that the danger your family faced has been averted. Your father and brothers are looking for you everywhere. It is time for you to reunite with them."
Taking this opportunity, he could also go on a journey to roam about, and incidentally evade a certain dreadful woman.
Zhu Yue seemed to have thought of something, his ears becoming slightly red.
Little Yue'er was a bit perplexed.
She had previously heard her master talk about her past.
On the day of her birth, her family had been struck by calamity. Her mother died after giving birth to her, and in order to help her through this misfortune, her father entrusted her to her master.
Now, was it time for her to return to her family?
The master and his disciple continued on their journey under the moonlight, soon arriving at the foot of the mountain.
A car came driving up from a distance. Little Yue'er curiously asked, "Master, is this my family coming to pick me up?"
"No, but she is also your elder and will take you home."
As Zhu Yue spoke, he handed her the bundle he carried on his back. "Disciple, this is the gift that your master prepared for you. You've always wanted it, so I'm giving it to you now. If anything happens in the future, feel free to contact your fellow disciples. I wish you smooth sailing."
Before Little Yue'er could respond, Zhu Yue had already stopped the approaching car and bundled her into the backseat.
"Take care!" Having said this, Zhu Yue closed the car door and quickly dashed away.
The driver of the car and the old lady sitting in the back seat were completely baffled.
What was happening?
Initially, when they saw an old man and a young girl flagging down a car by the road, they assumed the child was ill and needed a lift.
The old lady, moved by compassion, instructed her driver to stop.
But this old Daoist priest actually left a child behind and ran away?
Isn't this child abandonment?
"Madam, what should we do…" The driver was a bit at a loss.
Madam Yang was also filled with worry as she looked at the child in front of her.
The child appeared to be about three or four years old, wearing an ill-fitting, ragged Daoist robe, his head shaven. But his features were undoubtedly very attractive – a pair of cute big eyes staring straight at her.
For some unknown reason, the madam found herself unexpectedly fond of this child.
Little Yue tilted her head, staring at Madam Yang intently, then suddenly spoke, "Beautiful granny, do you often feel a heavy sensation in your chest, even having difficulty sleeping at night?"
Madam Yang looked faintly surprised. With her discomfort held at bay, she responded with a kindly smile, "How did you know?"
"Little Yue figured it out herself." Little Yue said, as she took out a black pill from her little cloth bag around her waist and handed it to the old lady.
"Beautiful granny, eat this. You will feel better after taking it."
Madam Yang looked at the pill, and with a smile, she accepted it, "Thank you dear, I’ll take it later."
Even though she didn't know what it was and had no intention of actually taking it, Madam Yang appreciated the goodwill of the child, so she didn't refuse in front of her.
Little Yue looked at her, her eyes clear and pure, as if she had understood her thoughts.
But Little Yue didn't say anything nor did she urge her to take it. Instead, she yawned, looking tired.
Madam Yang asked the child, "Is your name Little Yue?"
Little Yue nodded.
"Do you have any place you want to go? Or how about my grandma takes you to the police station and let the officers help you find your family?"
Little Yue shook her head, "Beautiful Grandma, could you please take me to the Song's family in Jincheng city? Thank you!"
With that, she pulled out a crumpled paper with an address written on it from her bosom.
Her master had prepared this for her.
"The Song's family in Jincheng?" The elderly lady's brows cinched as she took the note, her expression becoming more complex.
The address was exactly where they are planning to go.
The lady of the Song household was Mrs. Yang's younger sister.
Mrs. Yang looked earnestly at Little Yue and inquired, "Little Yue, why do you want to go to the Song's?"
"I'm going home." Little Yue said without hesitation, "Master said that the Song's house is my home, he told me to go home and find my family."
"You are a member of the Song family?" Mrs. Yang suddenly exclaimed in surprise, examining Little Yue's features, feeling a sense of familiarity growing stronger.
Charlotte ney restrain the excitement in her heart, asking further, "Little Yue, are you three and a half years old?”
Little Yue nodded, tilting her head, "Beautiful Grandma, how do you know?"
Mrs. Yang's face turned flushed, visibly excited.
She didn't answer Little Yue's question, but instead asked again, "Are you a boy or a girl?"
"Little Yue is a girl."
A girl! Three and a half!
Upon thinking about her younger sister who was desperately searching for her granddaughter, Mrs. Yang's eyes instantly reddened.
This child is the beloved granddaughter of the Song family!
