The crowd clamoring to purchase talismans had dispersed, and the girl approached He Qingfeng and her daughter, choking back tears, she asked, "Taoist priest, where, where is my Xiao Dai?"
"I mean, where did that despicable man bury it?"
The girl was speaking to He Qingfeng, but clearly, she had forgotten that it was Tiantian who "saw" Xiao Dai's ghost and figured out that Jia Xiaoming was the one who harmed Xiao Dai, not Master He Qingfeng, the temple master.
Perhaps the girl hadn't forgotten; she just preferred to believe that it was He Qingfeng who had figured everything out and then spoken through the mouth of the little girl, Tiantian.
Why would Master He, an enlightened master, do such a thing?
That was obvious, wasn't it? Jia Xiaoming's foul mouth had upset the expert.
Despite having figured out everything, he didn't want to say it directly but preferred to let an eight or nine-year-old girl speak, achieving a purpose of "humiliation."
