It was rumored that Monk Zhu Jiu loved to drink, but his skills were extraordinarily effective, excelling at debating scriptures and elucidating doctrines with keen perception, and he also possessed the ability to foresee the unforeseeable. Many dignitaries were willing to donate incense for him.
Now, although time had moved on, his famous reputation lingered. Although Qiye Temple was no longer the most renowned temple in Mingjiang Prefecture, it was still well-known far and wide.
Si Ming sat in the meditation room of Qiye Temple, holding a tea bowl, staring into the clear eyes of Abbot Master Dehai, and asked, "Master, how goes the matter of the monk's ghost I requested?"
"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult."
Master Dehai clasped his hands together and said, "Recently, no monks have passed away in the temple, so naturally, there aren't any ghosts to be obtained."
"That was the same answer you gave me yesterday."
"And today it is the same!"
