After rebirth, I became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 294 Master (seeking monthly ticket)

But Mo Yunzhao walked in, clasped his hands together, and nodded slightly, "Little Master."

The little novice stopped and clasped his hands together, "Master Mo, Fangzheng has been waiting for you for a long time."

Mo Yunzhao was full of surprise. Seeing that the little novice was only focused on cleaning just now, he didn't plan to talk to her at all, but now he said to wait for her?
The little novice didn't say much, and just took Mo Yunzhao to the backyard.

An old monk in an old cassock was watering the vegetables in the vegetable garden. The green vegetable field made people feel quite happy.

"Master, City Lord Mo is here."

The old monk concentrated on watering, "City Master Mo, can you help me catch insects and weed?"

"Okay." Mo Yunzhao took off his dimensional hat, put it on Dabai's head, and walked into the vegetable field.

A grass was pulled out from a lush green vegetable, "Master knows I'm coming, but why do I come?"

"One mind, not two uses." The old monk poured water, and replied inscrutablely.

Mo Yunzhao didn't speak any more, just concentrated on pulling weeds and catching insects, finishing a small vegetable patch.

It was almost sunset, and the glowing clouds burned half the sky red.

Mo Yunzhao and the old monk sat cross-legged facing each other, and Dabai was lying on the ground, thinking about Xiaoyugan without interest.

In the kitchen, there was a curl of smoke, and the little monk was finishing cooking.

"I only count as one person a year, so City Lord Mo can tell me what he wants, and I know all the answers." The old monk put down the bracelet of Buddhist beads and picked up the teacup.

Mo Yunzhao looked up at the old monk. He was nearly seventy years old, but he looked very energetic, his eyes were not cloudy, and he really felt like an eminent monk.

"Master, you know that there is a tall man in gray robes in the world, not a monk."

The old monk: "The ancestor of the old monk is wearing a gray robe, but he has already traveled to immortality."

Mo Yunzhao's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope, and then dimmed with the following sentence, "Master, can you know people, can you go against the sky?"

The old monk put down the teacup and looked up at Mo Yunzhao, "Why do you need to ask the old monk if you have a fate against the sky?"

Mo Yunzhao looked at the old monk firmly, feeling shocked.

He knew she was reborn?

Mo Yunzhao suppressed his excitement, and asked respectfully, "Master, what kind of punishment will someone who goes against the sky be punished?"

She has many questions to ask, but at this moment she can only come one by one.

"There are many punishments from heaven, and there are no regulations."

Mo Yunzhao held the hand holding the teacup and clenched it slightly, "Then if this person's hands are so cold that his fingertips can turn into ice at a touch, isn't he a person against the sky?"

After asking, she held her breath for fear of missing the master's answer.

"City Master Mo has something on his mind, why bother to ask this old monk."

Hearing this, Mo Yunzhao had the guts to pour tea on his bald head. Don't these monks throughout the ages like to say half and keep the other half?
Mo Yunzhao took a deep breath, "If both are fate against the sky, will you forget which one?"

"I don't know."

Mo Yunzhao felt that his temper could not be suppressed, so he asked more bluntly, "Fate against the sky, his price is that his hands are like ice, and I forget the most important person?"

The old monk recited a sentence of Amitabha, "Master Mo can ask his heart."

Thinking that he still has problems, Mo Yunzhao still didn't pour out the tea.

"I know that I have forgotten someone, and I want to restore my memory. Does Master have a way?"

The old monk still had a profound look, "The secrets of heaven must not be revealed, Lord Mo let nature take its course..."

Unable to bear it, Mo Yunzhao splashed out the tea, stood up abruptly, grabbed the old monk's clothes, and picked him up with one hand.

"Pretending to be profound, sir, the city lord will know the answer today, or burn down your ruined temple."

　Updating Chapter 48, the shoes can’t be written anymore, round up to Chapter 50.

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