Looking at the red palm prints on the back of his hand, Mo Ye's eyes rolled like a dark cloud. No one dared to attack him so boldly. If it were the past, the person in front of him had already fallen to the ground, but at this moment, he had only aroused his appetite.

This young monk is not old, but what he said is not bad at all. He really wants to know what else could he say in his mouth?

"A thousand hammers are used to make weapons, and hundreds of refinings are reborn. You are the destiny of the Emperor Star, and the son of the Heavenly Curse is naturally invisible. What's more, I think you are not a short-lived person, but you do have a death disaster at the age of twenty-five, but it is not unsolvable."

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

However, after hearing Tang Ning's words, the two guards not far away had a look of surprise in their eyes. They looked at each other, strode forward, and asked anxiously: "It's really understandable? How to solve it?"

Tang Ning glanced at the two of them lightly, then looked away lightly. She was very revenge, and these two men wanted to kill her just now!

Seeing the expression of the little monk, Mo Ye couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

The young monk felt as if he was innocent and harmless at first sight. After contacting him, he found that he was just a superficial person, but he was actually as cunning as a fox, and he was vindictive. But such a young monk who was only thirteen or fourteen years old had revealed his fate to the point.

It should be noted that he is the son of Tiansha, the son of Tian Zhu, and his destiny of not living to the age of twenty-five was criticized by the monks of the imperial temple. It is impossible for outsiders to know at all. However, what he said is similar to the monks of the imperial temple, but it is not exactly the same. This makes him wonder how credible what he said is?

"Donor, I wonder if you can take back your pressure?" Tang Ning smiled and asked as she looked at him. At this moment, she returned to the feeling she gave at first glance, simple and harmless, pure and kind.

Mo Ye calmed down his pressure and stared at the little monk. His low voice was filled with suspicion: "Are you really a monk?"

He noticed that the young monk's words and deeds were not very similar to those of Buddhist disciples. The word "donor" that came out of him seemed to only mention it when he was remembered.

Hearing this, Tang Ning was slightly stunned, then showed a big smile, touched his little bald head, smiled and squinted his eyes, and said, "I have a fate with Buddha, and I became a monk halfway."

Mo Ye didn't doubt this, after all, this little monk didn't look like an old-fashioned monk who became a monk since he was a young man and abides by the rules and regulations.

Perhaps it was his words that made him quite satisfied. He looked at him deeply with his hands in his arms and called out: "Black Wind, admire!"

One of the black-clothed guards behind came forward, looked at the little monk and untied a small bag from his waist.

"Reward him gold coins, that bowl is full." Mo Ye said lightly.

"Yes." Heifeng paused for a moment, then took out a handful of gold coins from the small bag and put them into the bowl the little monk held in his hand.

The crisp collision sound of the gold coins when they were placed in the bowl made many people around them lit up their eyes. Some were envious, some were greedy, and some were plotting. They stared at the bowl in the hands of the monk.

Tang Ning's eyes flashed slightly, and his eyes flashed over the man in front of him, looking at the show-like expression, and landed on the small bag in the hand of the guard named Heifeng.
Chapter completed!