Abbot Shouqing withdrew his hand and felt Ms. Qian's left wrist, asking, "Did you change your medicine?"
"No," Ms. Qian firmly denied, saying, "I've been taking the usual medicine. Abbot, do you think it's because I've been devoutly serving Taishang Laojun that he rewarded me? In any case, I feel much better. I only thought that the kind and benevolent immortal in my dream looked familiar, but I couldn't recall who he was. However, today, when I went up the mountain and saw the statue of Taishang Laojun again, I recognized him at first glance. They look almost exactly alike."
The Abbot Shouqing was dumbfounded, thinking to himself, Could she possibly be more devout than I am?
But he hadn't dreamed of Taishang Laojun, had he?
He had seen many believers like this, quite a few of whom even said they had dreamed of the God of Wealth, looking exactly like the statue of the God of Wealth in the temple.