Almost fifteen minutes later, Mei Wei got out of the room.
He stood outside the room and looked at the three symbols left by the monk, Bharika.
A Bodhi tree on the right side, a stupa on the left side, and a wheel of Dharma were drawn on the upper wall.
These were the symbols that prevented Favio's spirit from getting outside of the room. He slowly extended his hand and touched them.
The ink felt dry and rustic on his fingers. He frowned as he tried to rub it, and as a result, the symbolic drawing actually started erasing!
Mei-Wei was still touching the symbol.
In reality, he was a little scared. The monk must have put in so much spiritual energy to lock that spirit inside. So how could he do that?
Suddenly, the old monk's smiling face appeared in his mind. There was a knowing smile on Bharika's face. It felt like he was happy with whatever Mei Wei was going to do.
