"The old monk has spoken as much as he can; whether you believe it or not is up to you, benefactor." The monk felt he had already revealed a celestial secret. To delve further would shorten his lifespan. Moreover, given Qin Xue's current state, even if he wanted to help her ward off her fate, it was impossible. She must endure this ordeal for her life to truly begin and become stable.
When the monk previously saw Qin Xue, he knew she was different because she didn't have a child then. Now, she had a child with her, which made her situation more complex. But she truly had no choice—only prayers could help her endure this difficulty well.
With other matters, even if he wanted to help, he couldn't. He could only take things one step at a time. What else could he do? There was no other option.
