A Divine Weapon!?
Xu Yunfan narrowed his eyes. This strange fragrance seemed to be coming from some kind of Divine Weapon. His gaze fell upon the nun's wrist.
"May I ask for the venerable monk's Dharma name?"
"I am a disciple of Mituo Temple. My Dharma name is Jingming."
As the nun pressed her palms together, her six fingers twitched, shimmering with faint threads of gold.
"Patron, you are burdened by a bloody aura, yet your mind is clear. You must have some affinity with the Buddhist Sect."
Xu Yunfan was speechless. "An old man from the Taoist Sect once told me I had no affinity for the Dao. It seems he misjudged."
Jingming smiled faintly. "Those who enter our Buddhist Sect are not judged by their aptitude."
Xu Yunfan: "..."
'That stings a little.' Xu Yunfan didn't dwell on it. He asked, "Master, what is this path to life you mentioned? Is there a way out of this Secret Realm?"
