"It was a Jomo," Liuwa said.
A Jomo? Could it be Master Duo'erna? The thought flashed instinctively through Qu Zan's mind.
"That Jomo is staying in the guest courtyard. She said that when you returned, you should go there to find her. She has something for you."
Staying in the guest courtyard-had she come from outside?
Qu Zan suddenly remembered someone: Zhulin.
Could Zhulin have sent someone to deliver that supernatural object that would let him enter the depths of his mind?
Suppressing his excitement, Qu Zan told Liuwa, "I'm going out for a while too."
He brought himself into a state of mindfulness and kept his steps steady. Otherwise, he truly feared he would jump for joy.
He arrived at the guest courtyard and asked which meditation room housed the Jomo who had recently come to the temple.
Qu Zan knocked softly on the door.
A hoarse voice came from inside. "Who is it?" The Jomo sounded extremely old.
"This humble monk is Gyatso, Geshe of Corpse Camel Temple. I heard that you wished to see me, Jomo." With a creak, the door opened gently, revealing an elderly Jomo.
The Jomo was exceedingly old. All her teeth had fallen out, her face was covered in wrinkles, and her eyes were hollow. She was thin, dry, and short, as though a gust of wind could blow her over.
The faint candlelight in the room made the old Jomo look like a phantom.
Seeing her advanced age, Qu Zan bowed to her out of courtesy.
The Jomo studied him briefly with her hollow eyes.
"I am Magyala of Yueqing Monastery. I am a disciple of the Hubilkhan Zhulin."
When Qu Zan heard her identify herself as someone from Yueqing Monastery, he felt certain that she had indeed come to deliver the