This remark stirred something in Old Zhou's heart, and he sighed.
Zhao First then asked, "How did the person die?"
Old Zhou lowered his eyes and said, "He ran into bandits in the mountains."
"Why didn't you go claim his remains?" Zhang Second said: "When someone is alive, they don't return to their hometown, but after death, they should come back, shouldn't they?"
"He's in Liangzhou, and besides, this all happened three years ago. Even if we went looking, we wouldn't be able to bring him back."
Zhao First looked at the Daoist in the courtyard and said, "But summoning his soul is useless too, aren't all these Daoists frauds? Instead of spending money on this, you might as well save it for the living."
Zhao First had intended to build up his argument a bit more, but since it had come to this, he just asked bluntly, "Why did you invite so many people? I looked outside, and it seems like the whole village, both locals and outsiders, has come, hasn't it?"
