My Hidden Identity Is a Prophet

At the funeral, the adults wailed loudly.

My three sisters returned, but our expressions were indifferent. Occasionally, we pretended to cry, saying symbolically, "Poor brother, what a bitter fate."

Luckily, Grandma was crying so hard she could barely breathe and didn't have the energy to care about us sisters.

Three days after the baby's burial, we were cleaning up the house with Grandma.

Suddenly, a man dressed as a Taoist priest walked in uninvited.

"Ah!" he exclaimed theatrically.

We stopped what we were doing, all eyes turning to him.

"There seems to be a lingering spirit here!"

Hearing this, Grandma's spirits lifted, and she rushed to grab the Taoist's hand, crying, "Is it my grandson? Does he not want to leave? Oh, my poor child."

The Taoist's gaze swept over us sisters one by one, finally resting on me.

He looked at me meaningfully for a long time.

Then he turned to my grandmother and continued, "Watch your words and deeds. This is karma..."

"What?" The old woman raised her tear-filled face, confused.

"Your grandson's spirit is indeed still here. It seems the resentment of someone here is too strong, and it has summoned him back."

"Children have a lot of energy and like to play. You might want to check if there's a dead sparrow behind the house." The Taoist pointed at me.

I froze until my third sister nudged me with her elbow. I snapped out of it and hurried to the backyard.

Sure enough!

I returned to the main room and reported what I had seen.

Grandma suddenly knelt at the Taoist's feet, crying and begging him to take my brother's spirit away so he could be reincarnated into our family again.

The Taoist muttered some incantations and drew a talisman, which he burned to ashes over a candle flame.

Everyone felt a sudden chill sweep through the room, swirling dust on the floor and rushing out the door.

"I have taken the spirit with me. He will be reincarnated."

Before leaving, the Taoist emphasized again, "Watch your words and actions."

Grandma thought that her habit of badmouthing villagers and taking small advantages had provoked divine anger. She kept beating her chest in repentance.

The Taoist's words, "He will be reincarnated," gave Grandma and my parents hope for another pregnancy.