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"Well, Xuan Brother, you all go ahead. I am worried about Fengyin and will wait here."
Xuan Li nodded and left with Spiritual Incense and Jinse. Sure enough, it wasn't long before a Old Man was brought in by the waiter. It was the same Mustached Old Man from yesterday's visit to the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion. Half of his beard had been pulled out by the Spiritual Incense, so he simply shaved it off.
"Guest, this is it. Please enjoy," the waiter said before leaving.
"Young Master," the Moustache Old Man clasped his fists in greeting. "Young Master, your courtyard is quite cool." It wasn't cool at all; it was downright chilly. He felt an unsettling drop in temperature as soon as he entered.
"Oh?" Xuan Li invited the Old Man to sit on a stone bench, while Spiritual Incense and Jinse stood behind him. "Old Man, do we have any leads on the information we investigated yesterday?"
"Young Master, leave this matter to us. You can rest assured," Moustache replied softly, thinking that this place was too cold and he needed to finish quickly and leave. "Young Master, the Seven Night Demon Lord has already gone to the southern border. As for the martial artists who had connections with the Song Family many years ago, there is only Demon Path Master Ying Wuxie. However, after Demon Path Master avenged his enemies, he vanished without a trace and no longer appears in the martial world. This is quite troublesome. The last known location of Demon Path Master was at the Elegant Manor eight years ago. Since the young master of the Elegant Manor, Feng Bile, passed away prematurely, the vast estate has only had Miss Feng, who has now faded from the martial world."
After speaking, Moustache clasped his fists and bowed. "The news from the Old Man has been delivered; please verify it, Young Master."
Xuan Li nodded and placed a hundred-tael silver note on the stone table. "May I ask, old sir, if there are any enlightened masters in this area?"
"This?" Moustache looked startled; no wonder this courtyard felt so cold—it was filled with such filthy things. He couldn't help but show a hint of discomfort on his face. "Young Master, there are indeed enlightened monks in the Buddhist sect; they all await their Fated Person." Moustache felt uneasy and didn't want to linger in this courtyard for even a moment longer.
"Then please investigate further. There is a local named A Niu who just passed away a few days ago. Find out about his relatives for me; there will surely be a generous reward."
"This..." Moustache stood up from the stone bench and bowed. "Young Master, the Old Man will do his utmost. I shall take my leave now."
Having dealt with people for many years, Moustache was quite perceptive. It was clear that this A Niu was related to that matter. He hurriedly rushed outside, feeling a chill down his spine, his face pale and sweat pouring down.
"Old monk, you cannot go further inside; this is a guest's courtyard and would disturb them."
"Wait! The Poor Monk's Fated Person is right here."
"Master, I beg you not to go further."
"Fated Person, Poor Monk has arrived."
When the Old Monk dressed in a brown robe, with a bald head and white monk shoes, appeared in the courtyard, the waiter was sweating nervously. If the guest got angry, his year-end bonus would be gone.
Xuan Li and others were resting in the courtyard. After a sleepless night, the gentle breeze made them feel drowsy as they leaned over the stone table. Spiritual Incense secretly locked Mel's door and sat quietly outside, indifferent to the sounds of He Huan throwing things and cursing inside. Mel stood outside, staring blankly at He Huan inside.
The first to notice the monk entering was Jinse. "Is that you, Fated Person?"
Jinse's heart raced as she looked at the kind-faced monk. "What do you mean by Fated Person?"
"Bodhisattva is Poor Monk's Fated Person." The Old Monk joined his hands together and smiled compassionately.
Jinse bowed slightly. "Master, I..." She wasn't a Bodhisattva. Her face turned slightly red as she nudged the nearby sleeping Xuan Li.
Xuan Li woke up in a cold sweat. "Thank you, Jinse."
"What happened?" She hadn't done anything.
The Old Monk smiled and stood beside Xuan Li. "Dragon Travels Thousands of Miles, Old Monk has seen the emperor."
"You!" Xuan Li frowned. "How do you know?"
"Do not blame me, Your Majesty; there is fate in this world. It is easy to know heaven but difficult to go against it." The Old Monk smiled broadly. "Your Majesty need not be alarmed; it was just a nightmare. In this world, it is called ‘Nightmare’, where one feels as if heavy objects are pressing down during sleep, struggling to breathe, caught between waking and sleeping, unable to speak or move. Though Your Majesty can hear and sense, you cannot break free at all. Fortunately, it was Bodhisattva who called you, allowing you to escape the nightmare."
Xuan Li was startled and drenched in cold sweat; he had clearly felt something pressing down on him earlier, surrounded by chaotic shadows. Hearing footsteps made him feel that the weight on him had slightly eased, but he could neither shout nor move an inch, only seeing red shadows, white shadows, and black shadows floating around him. Thanks to Jinse's nudge, the surrounding Ghostly Shadow dissipated, allowing him to break free.
"Your Majesty was merely startled," said the Old Monk, glancing around the courtyard before heading toward Hibiscus's room.
"Did he make a mistake? Mel is standing right in the courtyard," Jinse wondered aloud.
Xuan Li remained silent; that nightmare had once again filled him with a heavy sense of helplessness.
"Come in."
The visitor was not Xuan Li but an Old Monk. The Old Monk smiled and said, "This benefactor has great courage, remaining calm in the face of danger. Such talent is truly enviable to this Poor Monk."
Hibiscus smiled lightly, "A monk's eyes are empty; what reason does the master have to envy?"
"You are quite charming, young man," the Old Monk sincerely praised.
"The master is a person of great wisdom; I am unworthy. May I ask what brings you here, master?"
"The benefactor has practiced martial arts incorrectly, leading to internal turmoil and a multitude of mental obstacles. Although they have been suppressed, they often resurface, causing a volatile personality. Such a charming figure is indeed a pity, but this Old Man can offer no help," the Old Monk shook his head, expressing regret.
"It is no trouble. I ask the master to assist my friend, who has lost his mind, and another who has yet to awaken," Hibiscus did not mind. Although he had greatly increased his power through the Xuanbing Divine Art, the cold energy had entered his body, making him as cold as ice and his heart as hard as iron. Later, under Fengyin's allure, he began to feel the deep-seated fiery desires within his body and soul, which gradually dissipated the cold energy. This was why he had given Fengyin an aphrodisiac. Though the cold energy had dissipated, it remained pent up inside him, and he had always suppressed it without realizing someone could see through him so easily.
"This matter is somewhat tricky," the Old Monk said as he sat on a stool, frowning in thought.
"The situation outside is manageable; however, within this curtain, this Poor Monk cannot see anything at all." The Old Monk focused intently on the curtain before the bed but eventually closed his eyes in fatigue. When he opened them again, blood tears rolled down from his eye sockets.
"Forgive me, forgive me," the Old Monk joined his hands in prayer.
"Old monk Compassion apologizes for any offense; please forgive me," he spoke softly with closed eyes, his expression extremely sincere. He then looked towards Hibiscus by the window and said, "This benefactor, please lead the way."
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