The two of them, enthusiastically stuffing business cards inside, suddenly stiffened, seemingly sensing the gaze behind them.
Ye Xunzhi and Zheng Fangxing turned around and met Shi Yao's burning gaze.
The two turned back in unison, leaned their heads together, and lowered their voices.
Zheng Fangxing said, "My disciple, does this count as being a bad influence on a child?"
Ye Xunzhi said, "Of course it does, but that's fine. I'll handle it."
With that, she turned around and clasped her hands behind her back. "Little Yao, did you hear that sound?"
Shi Yao shook her head blankly. "No."
"But I heard it." Ye Xunzhi looked every inch a charlatan. "That's the Buddha calling you. Go pray devoutly before him, and you'll hear his voice."
Zheng Fangxing was awestruck. Zheng Fangxing was deeply shocked.
Ha, so your solution is to leave her in the Buddha's care? Isn't that way too unreliable?
Wait, Shi Yao, aren't you being too obedient? Is Ye Xunzhi's word an imperial decree? You just went right over to pray.
The corner of Zheng Fangxing's mouth twitched. "Isn't this a little wrong of us? What if she can't hear the Buddha's voice?"
No, rather, she definitely wouldn't hear it.
"Oh, that's the highest realm of Buddhist teachings." As Ye Xunzhi spoke, she produced a pen and a sheet of paper from somewhere, looking for all the world as though she intended to slip the tomb's occupant a revenge note.
"That's what it means for silence to speak louder than words. Besides, if Shi Yao can't hear the Buddha's voice, isn't that the Buddha's problem?"
After finishing, Ye Xunzhi folded the paper, ready to slip it inside, and told her master earnestly, "Instead of always reflecting on yourself, blame others more."
Zheng Fangxing took the "revenge note" and