"We cannot linger here. Let's head back. Since our lord has already agreed to help with Bi Shu's matter, there will be an answer in time." Wild Daoist glanced at the moon and said, "Let's go!"
Indeed, it was getting late, and returning early was the sensible thing to do. They moved a little faster on the way back. After walking for more than an hour, they finally saw the city walls in the distance. Wild Daoist let out a breath and said, "Young Master Bi, I have something to say. I wonder if you would hear me out?"
"If you have something to say, Mr. Lu, I could hardly be more eager for your guidance. How would I dare refuse to listen?"
Wild Daoist reflected for a long while, then pointed at the tall, gray walls. "It is just like those walls. Once a crack opens, water will seep through."
"Opening your mother's coffin this time was unavoidable, but it still diminished her spiritual merit somewhat. I fear it may disturb her rest beneath the Nine Springs."
At this, Bi Xin's eyes reddened again. "In the end, it is my fault as her son. I could neither support her in life nor let her rest in peace after death. This is my failure of filial duty. Mr. Lu, is there any guidance you can offer me?"
As he spoke, he covered his face with his hand, tears already rolling down.
"There is a way, of course."
"The art of feng shui is merely a minor path. Since ancient times, no one has ever prospered through feng shui alone." Wild Daoist still pointed at the tall, gray walls. "Those towering walls were built by human hands, too."
"When it comes to resting peacefully beneath the Nine Springs, what could compare