"Master, are there really ghosts in this world?" Ling Xiao followed Chu Cheng's car and after he went back, he entered the gate of Ci Yun Temple and asked straightforwardly.
"Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor, if you believe, they exist; if you don't, they don't." Master Hui Guang did not directly answer his question.
"Not to hide from you, Master, this client of yours is the husband of my deceased sister. You tell me, my sister spent her life being kind to others, why did she still die an unnatural death? Even the son she left behind has to suffer from his real father and stepmother's torture. Do you say there is still justice in this world?" Ling Xiao pressed on step by step.
"Isn't your work meant to make this world more just?" Hui Guang answered with his eyes closed.
Ling Xiao smirked, "It's precisely because I've been doing this job for a long time that I know not everyone gets justice."
"Amitabha Buddha!" Master Hui Guang sighed and no longer responded to Ling Xiao's questions.
