The Old Monk came today to perform a ritual for this house.
Actually, he felt quite helpless; how could Buddhist teachings be as powerful as people thought?
However, he was willing to recite scriptures again for the people inside this house...
Thus, the Fourth Master and Ye Zao sat quietly as they listened to the Old Monk begin reciting scriptures from the outer chamber, lighting a stick of incense.
His voice was unhurried, the calm voice of an elderly man.
Yet, listening to it made one feel very comfortable.
Perhaps it was the influence of the scriptures, as Ye Zao found herself drifting back to last night's dream.
She recalled what Ye Gui said in the dream: "Although you are not my elder sister, you are still my elder sister, and it's all the same."
And she also remembered the Old Monk's words about soul transferences.
She was Ye Zao. She had never denied it. From the first day she arrived here, she knew she would never be Ye Zi again.
