Before falling into slumber, she listened to Master Jing'an muttering and drowsily thought: What Master said about the seven emotions and six desires, they are separate.
Seven emotions are the feelings of seven people, and in the end, none remain, while six desires are what the six people left behind wish for, what their hearts yearn for... But what on earth is that eternal trouble?
Don't understand, don't understand...
In this manner, she slept deeply, and when she awoke again, the rain had stopped, the sun scorching the earth, yet the Master Jing'an she met on the rainy night had vanished like smoke...
With the passage entering early winter, outside the Capital, a long line of people had formed. A nun, leaning on a cane and wrapped in a black cloak, hunched over, occasionally throwing a glance at the towering city gate.
"Old lady, come, let me help you."
"Haha, young man, you're quite considerate."
"Old lady, how old are you?"
"Me? I'm just over twenty this year."
