Junior Sister Nangong Ling'er hesitated to pick up her chopsticks, staring at the food on the table, but lost her appetite. She said softly, "Senior Brother... I have a question in my mind, but I don't know if I should ask it."
"What's the problem?" Xiao Yuhan stopped picking up food.
Nangong Ling'er glanced at the door, her expression grave, and murmured, "There is a faint scent of Xuan You grass on her, so she must have washed up, but I deal with herbs all year round, so I would never be wrong."
Xiao Yuhan was taken aback. "Junior sister... perhaps it's not what you think?"
“Senior brother, the Xuan You Grass alone is nothing special. It has a calming and soothing effect, but it is not even as good as Ning Xiang Grass. If it is just for home use, there are better choices. Ning Xiang Grass is not expensive. Sea Butterfly Fragrance and Deer Return Fragrance are better than this. But you should know the effects of Xuan You Grass, right? It is a spiritual fragrance that is more effective than rhinoceros horn. You say that it is easy for a cultivator to see ghosts. Why would she use Xuan You Grass?”
Xiao Yuhan shook her head and quickly interrupted, "Junior sister, there's no need to speculate. It has nothing to do with us."
At this moment, Lu Yuan, who had been quiet the whole way, suddenly spoke. He had been silent on the way to the Northern Border, so everyone looked at him when he spoke.
“My two senior uncles, the Xuan You Grass grows in the Northern Plains. This thing is connected to the spirit world. When it is burned, the soul appears. Humans can communicate with ghosts. It is more stable than rhinoceros horn incense. As far as I know, this thing is commonly used by the Ghost Path disciples.”
"Oh?" Nangong Ling'er was somewhat surprised, "Does the Ghost Path sect often use this?"
Xiao Yuhan looked around at everyone and then said, "Alright! Let's stop talking about this. There's no point in making wild guesses without evidence."
The group glanced at Xiao Yuhan, then stopped talking and ate in silence.
After a long while, the group left the table and went to the reception room to wait. The elder arranged accommodations for them. The Tianjian Sect group was arranged to stay in a separate courtyard until nightfall.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side, Nanmen Ruoxuan sat in the other courtyard, staring at the uninvited guest who had come today, her expression quite unpleasant.
It was an old monk. Although his robe was tattered, it was very clean and tidy. He sat cross-legged on the stone table with his hands clasped together and his eyes closed in meditation.
"You stinking monk, I respect you as a senior and haven't resorted to violence. If you don't get out of here, I'll activate the sect's protective formation and eliminate you!"
“Amitabha, benefactor Nanmen, I am old. If my death can awaken you, what harm is there in giving you my life?” The old monk spread his hands, looking as if he was willing to die.
Nanmen Ruoxuan held a slender long knife directly to the old monk's neck. "If you are truly willing to die for me, then I accept. But are you truly willing to die at my hands, or are you just putting on an act?"
The old monk smiled with his eyes closed, "If I don't go to hell, who will?"
Nanmen Ruoxuan chuckled softly, "Heh, you stinking monk, do you know who I am? Countless souls have perished under my blade, I'm not one of those soft-hearted people. I'll give you one last chance, leave!"
“Turn back…” the old monk said in a low voice.
The woman in the fine clothes gradually increased the pressure on her hand, and the blade slowly embedded itself into the old monk's neck. She was increasingly surprised. Nanmen Ruoxuan thought to herself, this monk was also a famous senior in the martial arts world, and his cultivation was far above hers. Why would he be willing to die at her hands?
Nanmen Ruoxuan didn't understand, nor did she want to understand. She put away her knife and pressed her other hand against the old monk's neck wound to heal him.
“Amitabha, Benefactor Nanmen, you yourself know that you are not the kind of person who kills indiscriminately.”
"Shut up! I hate you stinking monks the most, hypocrites. You're so calm because you knew I wouldn't kill you, aren't you?"
The old monk gently shook his head and smiled, "It is because of your kindness, benefactor Nanmen, that this old monk's life has been spared."
"Why are you bothering me? Now that you know what I've done, you should either report it to my elder brother and let the Snowfrost Blade Sect deal with me, or kill me yourself. What's the meaning of this?!"
“Benefactor Nanmen, this old monk wishes to save you.”
"I don't need anyone to save me! You stinking monk, there are tens of millions of dead beyond the North. If you really want to benefit the world, you should go there, instead of entangled with me!"
The old monk sighed softly, "I have been performing rituals for the deceased in the Northern Plains for several years, and I have unexpectedly encountered Benefactor Nanmen again. Naturally, I want to help you. Benefactor Nanmen, the dead are gone, why cling to them? The path of the ghosts is harmful to one's character. Even if you have studied it for many years, I have a way to help you get rid of this ghostly cultivation. Do not make another mistake!"
Nanmen Ruoxuan lowered her head, her eyes growing increasingly cold. "You stinking monk, if I weren't the eldest daughter of the Nanmen family, would you even think of saving me? There are so many suffering people in the world, and instead of helping them, you're wasting your time here with me. Can you honestly say you have no selfish motives?"
The old monk shook his head again, "Benefactor Nanmen, I am no saint and cannot save all the suffering people in the world, but I can save the suffering people in front of me."
"Heh, old monk, how about we make a bet?"
Upon hearing this, the old monk thought for a moment and said, "Please speak, benefactor."
"If you can purify all the vengeful spirits in the North, I will listen to you, how about it?"
The old monk hesitated. With so many vengeful spirits on the Northern Plains, how could it be accomplished in a day or two?
Clearly, Nanmen Ruoxuan's matter was more urgent, but after hesitating, he still agreed, "Since that's the case, I understand what Benefactor Nanmen means. I'll set off now, but before that, I hope you won't set foot in the Northern Plains!"
After saying that, the old monk stood up and struck Nanmen Ruoxuan on the forehead with his palm. A golden light flashed, and then he said, "I have placed a restriction on you. From today onwards, you can no longer set foot in the Northern Plains."
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