Song's mother and Fang Jing were both terrified, their faces drained of all color. A vivid and malevolent ghost—the deceased Liang Shimu—was already clawing and baring its teeth in their minds.
Song's mother shrank back. "No, no, absolutely not! How could our family ever commit such an unconscionable act?"
Master Huixian looked at Song's mother coldly.
"If the benefactor isn't sincerely seeking the gods or worshipping Buddha, then this old monk is unable to help. Please do as you please."
After saying this, Master Huixian walked away.
Song's mother then realized that Master Huixian was not only highly skilled in his spiritual practices but also could not tolerate any cunning in his presence.
Song's mother quickly followed, but someone stopped her. "The master is returning to the back courtyard to rest. Please do not go any further."
Song's mother pleaded, "I just want to ask the master one more question, just one! Master, Master…"
