Chapter 13

Looking at the red palm print on the back of his hand, Mo Ye's eyes roll like black clouds. No one has ever dared to do so boldly to him. If it had been changed into the past, the person in front of him would have already landed on the ground, but at this moment, he was only attracted by what he said.

The little monk is young, but what he says is exactly the same. He really wants to know what else he can say in his mouth?

"A thousand hammers are used to make tools. You are the destiny of the emperor and the son of Tianzhu. Naturally, you are nothing. What's more, I don't think you are short-lived. However, you did have a death at the age of 25, but it is not without solution."

Listening to this, Mo Ye's eyes move, staring at the little monk in front of him, as if thinking about something.

On the other hand, the two guards who were not far away saw a touch of surprise in their eyes when they heard Tang Ning's words. They looked at each other and strode forward and asked, "is it really possible to solve this problem? How to solve it? "

Downing glanced at them lightly, and then moved away. She has a strong hatred. These two people just wanted to kill her!

Seeing the little monk's look, Mo ye can't help but pick his eyebrows.

However, when he was a monk, he was not hurt when he came into contact with a ten year old monk.

We should know that he is the only star of Tiansha, the son of Tianzhu. He can't live to be 25 years old. He was criticized by the eminent monk of the imperial temple. Outsiders can't know. But what he said is similar to the eminent monk in the imperial temple, but it is not exactly the same. This makes him wonder how credible his words are?

"Benefactor, I wonder if you can take back your power?" Donning smiles and looks at him and asks. At this moment, she regains the feeling of her first glance, which is simple and harmless, pure and kind.

Mo Ye gathers up his prestige and stares at the little monk. In a low voice, he doubts, "are you really a monk?"

He noticed that the little monk's words and deeds were not much like Buddhist disciples. It seemed that the word "benefactor" came out of his mouth, as if he would only mention it when he remembered it.

Hearing this, Tang Ning was stunned and then showed a big smile. He touched his little bald head, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said, "I'm predestined with Buddha. I became a monk on the way."

Hearing this, Mo Ye doesn't doubt it. After all, the little monk doesn't look like a rigid monk who follows the rules and regulations.

Maybe he was satisfied with his words. He took a deep look at him and called out: "black wind, reward!"

One of the black guards in the back came forward and took a look at the young monk, then untied a small bag from his waist.

"Reward him with gold coins. The bowl is full." Mo Ye says lightly.

"Yes." Black wind just slightly pause, then from that small bag took out a gold coin and put it into the bowl that the little monk held in his hand.

When the gold coins were put into the bowl, their eyes lit up. Some of them were envious, some were greedy, some were calculating. They were staring at the bowl in the hands of the little monk.

Tang Ning's eyes flashed slightly. The man in front of him had a good look and fell on the small bag in the hand of the guard called black wind.

This is not the kind of legendary bag of heaven and earth, is it?