Di Ting, Divine Beast Blood

The old monk's words left me caught between laughter and tears.

I had Buddhist affinity? I had no idea how he could tell.

But that was how it always went in movies and TV dramas. Whenever monks tried to persuade someone to become ordained, they always brought up Buddhist affinity.

As for what Buddhist affinity even meant, only ghosts knew.

I smiled at the old monk and said, "Well, I don't have any plans to become ordained for now. I'm just an ordinary person with too much crap going on. Even if I did become ordained, my six senses wouldn't be pure."

The old monk was not angered by my refusal. Instead, he looked at me seriously and said, "Mm, you do have quite a lot of troubles, and they cannot be resolved anytime soon. We can discuss becoming ordained later. But it truly will not be easy for you to save that girl. It is not that I am unwilling to help you; there are simply some matters beyond even my power."

I frowned. Wasn't the Netherworld Blood Sea Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's territory?

Weren't all the people in charge here Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's disciples and descendants?

Logically, it should have taken only a word from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Even if Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said nothing, could the old monk not settle it with his status as Ksitigarbha's foremost disciple?

I felt that he was just brushing me off.

"Don't overthink it. It is not that I am unwilling to help you. This matter truly involves certain secrets. Otherwise, with my Master's compassion for all living beings, how could he refuse to help you?"

I said nothing, but Ying Gou snorted coldly. "That sounds nice. You baldies always say one thing and do another."

The old monk glared at Ying Gou. "Watch your mouth.