Chu Mo watched as the old monk found peace in death, sitting still, and then his withered body instantaneously crumbled, dispersing into the wind. Then, a golden Buddha, exactly like the old monk, slowly ascended. Throughout the entire Buddhist sanctuary, the continuous sound of bells could be heard.
Instead of crying, there were the ceaseless sounds of sutra chanting coming from all around. The voices converged into a torrent that, upon hearing, instilled a sense of peace, quiet, and immense serenity in one's heart.
In the end, Chu Mo took one last look at the bead enshrining the souls of his family. Many more young women with flowing long hair had appeared in that hall. Seeing her, Chu Mo seemed to understand something.
The woman brought her hands together in a gesture of respect toward Chu Mo and bowed slightly, "Tonghui pays respect to the Sect Leader."
"What? Sect... Sect Leader?" Chu Mo was dumbstruck.
