The ebb and flow of empires, the affairs of the world are like chess.
Xu Qing manages the Funeral Shop, welcoming and sending off all sorts, accustomed to the ordinary folk and the powerful elite; even the most talented scholars and national rulers have stopped by.
Today, the weather is just right.
Outside the shop, a handsome monk, with a halo of Buddhist light, approaches.
Xu Qing observes his red lips and white teeth, thinking he could debut directly at Xianggu Hall!
"Sir, long time no see."
Chen Liu'Er smiles, giving Xu Qing a respectful salute with joined palms.
"That begging monk really led you astray. Tell me, what's so good about being a monk? Why not join my funeral business and embark on the path of cultivation?"
"Look at Shiyue, now free from her ghostly fetus, she has become a bright and pure immortal, undefiled by even a speck of dust."
Xu Qing felt a bit regretful, never having much fondness for monks, after all, he is the Lady Bao Sheng of this ten-mile area.