Old Madam Ye looked grateful.
The old Daoist priest also heaved a sigh of relief. He looked at Liu Sanniang eagerly. He was no longer as mysterious as before. Now, he was just a person who wanted answers.
Liu Sanniang looked at the old Daoist priest. An invisible force enveloped the old Daoist priest. He seemed to have immense belief in Liu Sanniang. He could not wait any longer. When he sensed the warmth, he relaxed even more.
Liu Sanniang sensed his memories and said slowly, "50 years ago, when you were a child, a respected elder in the village passed away. You drove three nails into the grave. The three nails corresponded to loneliness, property, and misery, which is what led you to suffer today."
The old Daoist priest opened his mouth, but no words came out. Two streams of tears of regret flowed down his wrinkled face. He did not expect such an answer. He looked at Liu Sanniang for a while before finally lowering his head in regret.
