When the ninth month came, Qiao Zhen sat blankly by the window, looking at the moon. "I don't think the moon is particularly round tonight."
The old man felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this.
Qiao Zhen chuckled, "What kind of expression is that?" she asked disdainfully, then fell silent. After a few minutes, she continued, "If it weren't for Cheng Zhao, I might never have been able to enjoy myself so much in my entire life. I'm satisfied with my journey through this world!"
The old man held a stick of incense and smelled it. "You have a great attitude. I don't regret knowing you."
Qiao Zhen snatched the incense stick away and said disdainfully, "But I regret knowing you. A ghost immortal, you actually have to rely on me to buy incense to make a living."
The old man snatched it back, saying, "Hey, young lady, don't you have a gold tablet and a golden statue? Why don't you give them to me after you die? They're no longer of any use to you."
Qiao Zhen was so angry that she maxed out her card again that day, but Cheng Zhao had plenty of money and didn't care.
On July 16th, Qiao Zhen was summoned back to Yu Pei. She was like a salted fish waiting for her final execution. "I'm going to give my golden statue and gold tablet to that old ghost, as well as the two houses in the United States. Remember to rent them out and use the profits to support the local orphanage."
Cheng Zhao looked somewhat dazed, and his expression as he looked at the jade pendant was complicated.
Qiao Zhen couldn't see his gaze through the jade pendant. "Don't call me, I'm going to sleep."
Cheng Zhao took out the relic containing the essence of the Buddhist master's heart from the study, and took the jade pendant to the back mountain of Cishan. There was a small house on the back mountain, where the old monk was already waiting.
"Master, the three-month period has arrived."
The old monk advised again, "Benefactor, there is always a trade-off between taking and giving. Please think carefully before you act."
Cheng Zhao firmly placed the relic and jade pendant on the stone table, saying, "My mind is made up."
The old monk sighed, hoping that he would not regret this day in the future.
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