At first, Xue Fuyao paid these monks no mind and rose to leave.
However, just as she got up and walked toward the exit, one of them suddenly blocked her path.
Seeing this, Xue Fuyao looked up at him curiously, wanting an explanation.
"Amitabha. Benefactor, Demon Qi and killing intent surround you. If they are not purified in time, I fear a heart demon may arise."
As he spoke, the monk pressed his palms together, his words unhurried.
"I don't need that," Xue Fuyao said indifferently, then prepared to walk around him and leave.
However, when the other monks saw her refuse, they actually surrounded her.
"Young benefactor, we only have your best interests at heart. Please stop clinging to your misguided ways, lest you stray onto the wrong path and regret it when it is too late."
His speech remained unhurried, but every word carried an aggressive edge.
Xue Fuyao laughed in anger at this. She looked up at the men surrounding her and said, as though yielding, "Then how do you intend to purify me?"
"Amitabha. This humble monk sees that you have an affinity with the Buddha. Why not convert to the Buddhist Sect? I will ask the abbot to personally shave your head and ordain you."
As he spoke, a golden light flashed in the monk's eyes.
The Buddhist Sect had a secret art that allowed its practitioners to see things others could not.
In everyone else's eyes, the youth before them was perfectly ordinary, but in their eyes, the light radiating from her was almost spilling over.
They had only ever heard of such a phenomenon.
Anyone who displayed such a manifestation was certainly no ordinary person.
It was said that Venerable Spiritwood had been just like this back then.
If they could successfully bring