When he heard the Daoist's words, the scholar immediately looked conflicted. He could not help but ask himself if he was greedy for their bodies or if he liked them in person. After a full ten minutes, he finally raised his head and looked at Shen Ping. "Daoist priest, please help me reincarnate them. I hope we will be fated in our next life."
Shen Ping smiled. This scholar was still considered a loyal person, so he said, "Let them appear tonight and listen to their thoughts."
The scholar patted his head. "That's right, that's right. We have to get Ling'er and the others to agree."
At night, as the bamboo flute sounded, two graceful figures walked down from the portrait on the stone wall.
"Darling."
They had just walked to the scholar's side when they saw his worried expression and hurriedly asked. The scholar sighed. "Ling'er, Yu'er, it's difficult for us to be together like this for long. You should reincarnate."
