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barrier to them approaching the temple. The large screen just inside thedoor of the temple was another demon barrier: demons were well known to be unable to turn corners and could only move in straight lines.
    ‘Kwan Yin is a Buddhist icon. Why’s she in a Taoist temple?’ I asked April as we waited at the taxi rank for a passing cab.
    ‘She looks after people. If you buy a statue of her and donate it to the temple, you get good luck,’ April said.
    ‘Old people’s superstition?’ I said playfully, teasing. She shrugged again. ‘Can’t hurt to get a little extra good luck.’
    After dinner, back in my room I checked the Chinese gods compendium for Pak Tai and was referred to H’suantian Shangdi. Pak Tai was his name in Cantonese, the dialect spoken in Hong Kong and Southern China. In Northern China and in the standard Mainland dialect of Putonghua, he was called Xuan Tian Shang Di, the Supreme Emperor of the Dark Northern Heavens. There were a variety of legends about him, many of them conflicting, but he was credited with controlling weather and destroying demons, and he was also the Supreme Warrior and God of Martial Arts.
    A fascinating deity. The book described his exploits at length; apparently one of the Chinese classics of literature was his story, how he had lived through more than a hundred incarnations before achieving Nirvana and being promoted to Heavenly Emperor.
    I could see why he resonated with me now. The similarities between him and Mr Chen were obvious. Both in black, both with long hair, both involved with martial arts. Mr Chen probably took Xuan Tian as a role model to the point of making his appearance similar. I wondered if I should be concerned about thisobvious piece of eccentricity, but Mr Chen was too delightful a person to let it worry me too much. He was as generous and caring as his daughter, and both of them were great fun to be with.
    Simone squealed and water splashed in her bathroom next to my room. I closed the book. I hadn’t even heard them come back. I wanted to go in and see them, maybe help with Simone’s bath and putting her to bed. They were in there together, father and daughter, both of them adorable.
    Then I shook my head. Keep it professional, Emma, and besides, it’s Sunday, the only day they can have some private time together without the rest of us hanging around.
    I opened the book again to find out more about Xuan Tian Shang Di. Maybe there was information about him on the net as well.

CHAPTER FOUR
    S imone was still sleeping when I headed to the kitchen for breakfast on Monday morning. Monica was busily frying eggs for Leo as he sat at the small kitchen table nursing his coffee. He didn’t look up from his coffee as I walked in, but the expression on his face was priceless.
    I found a mug in the cupboard and poured myself a cup of tea from the urn on the kitchen bench.
    ‘Can I make you anything, Miss Donahoe?’ Monica said.
    ‘Just Emma, Monica, and I can make my own toast, thanks. Does Mr Chen have peanut butter?’
    ‘Yeah, in the pantry,’ Leo mumbled into his coffee. ‘But no bread, nobody eats bread here. Monica will have to buy it for you.’
    ‘I’ll buy you bread, Emma,’ Monica said. ‘Milk bread?’
    ‘No, wholemeal if you can get it, please.’
    Monica nodded. ‘I’ll see if I can find it in the Western supermarket when I buy food for Leo.’
    ‘Yeah, Leo has exotic tastes,’ I said, then sat at the table next to him and grinned. He looked as if he’d like to climb into his coffee cup. ‘Does Mr Chen know about your nocturnal activities?’ I asked.
    He studied his coffee carefully. ‘He’s caught me too.’
    ‘And he’s okay with it?’ Sometimes Chinese tradition wasn’t very accepting.
    ‘Yeah, he’s okay.’ He smiled up at me. ‘Actually, he’s great.’
    ‘Does Rob have a brother?’
    Leo shoved me playfully. Then he became more serious. ‘He’s okay with you bringing people home, but you have to check with me