I followed Seventh Master home.
As soon as he got home, he took out the bottle containing Ding Ruoning.
In one of the rooms on the first floor, a portrait of the Three Pure Ones Patriarch hung above an altar table.
Under the altar table was a cardboard box. Only after Seventh Master opened it did I see that it actually contained at least twenty more bottles just like that one.
Seventh Master put the bottle containing Ding Ruoning inside too.
Ding Ruoning's curses suddenly echoed through the room.
Her language was vicious. She cursed eighteen generations of Seventh Master's ancestors.
If those curses had been aimed at me, I probably would have lost my temper after just a few words.
But Seventh Master remained perfectly composed, acting as though he heard nothing.
"I told you before: the first ironclad rule concerning life and death is that once a person dies, all their tangled love and hatred have nothing to do with their life before death anymore."
Seventh Master fetched a meditation cushion and sat cross-legged on it. "Ding Ruoning is an example of what happens when you don't follow that rule. Luckily, we caught her today. Otherwise, there would have been no end to the trouble."
I nodded and offered no further argument.
"Seventh Master, I've been reading Six Lines Mysteries for so long, but divination is still all I can do..."
I had come home with Seventh Master tonight because I wanted to ask him for guidance.
Why could I only perform divination? Even after I read and understood the other material, I still couldn't put it into practice.
If divination was all I could do, I wouldn't even be able to keep myself alive.
Never mind a ghost as full of resentment as Ding Ruoning-I couldn't even