Backyard of the old temple.
The old monk and red-headed ghost gazed into the distance, as though their gazes could pass through the voids and look at the young monk who was bawling his heart out.
The both of them exchanged glances.
"Hais."
The old monk sighed.
The red-headed ghost remarked sorrowfully, "This was a day that he was going to have to face sooner or later. It's for the best."
"Who is the judge as to whether or not it's for the best," The old monk shook his head.
"Old monk, what do you mean?" The red-headed ghost could tell that the old monk was implying something.
The old monk replied, "This lad is sentimental and for him, Mr. Su is an anchor. This was the anchor that caused him to shave to become a monk, to clear his mind and to stay here quietly at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley for a full 20 years."
The red-headed ghost nodded.
