Xuying looked at the mirror.
In fact, it hadn't looked at itself in a mirror for a long time, even if it deliberately drifted around Fahua Temple, approaching mirrors and water tanks, it couldn't see its own appearance.
Over the lengthy span of time, day after day, it listened to the prayers and complaints of the pilgrims at Fahua Temple; eventually, it even forgot to be curious about what it looked like.
Now, in the small mirror handed over by Mianmian, it finally saw its face clearly.
No hair, a youthful face, double eyelids, a high nose bridge...
"Who is this?" Xuying touched its face, murmuring to itself, "This isn't me."
Mianmian said straightforwardly, "You look a bit like Yong Hui."
Xuying was startled.
Yong Hui?
It and Yong Hui were partners. Through the wishing mechanism, it provided Yong Hui with positive magical power, and Yong Hui promoted it, bringing more people to Fahua Temple to offer incense.