"Man proposes, Heaven disposes." This widespread saying might appeal to mortals, but in Xinzi's ears, the words sounded like the awkward jam of drunken zither enthusiasts. Was it not man's duty to ensure that Heaven couldn't "dispose" of his fate? The Armored Lion King's interruption did overhaul our monk's plans, but that didn't mean that he'd let nature take its course. If things took a turn for the worse, he'd adapt accordingly, and should a case arise where sacrifices needed to be made, then sacrifice he would.
With that said, Xinzi couldn't afford to keep Xue Yuanshao in either Xiao Hu or his soul—even with erased memories. More blanks or alterations meant more questions to answer, better set the ghost and nun on a little quest to keep them out of the night's way.
