Not long after, the monk walked in slowly, folded his hands and bowed to Xuanyuan Moze: "I have met the donor."

"Master, please sit down." Xuanyuan Moze signaled that he had already arranged the chessboard.

Cold frost serves two cups of hot tea, then retreats and stands aside.

The monk walked slowly forward and sat down, and looked slightly at the side as he listened to the giggling of the two children on the other side.

I saw that the two fleshy children were held in their arms and fed to each other. Their delicate faces were filled with unsad smiles, their pure eyes were only joy and worry-free, and their curiosity about the world.

Seeing this, he sighed softly in his heart, shook his head and looked away, and murmured Amitabha in his heart.

Xuanyuan Moze's eyes kept falling on him. After watching him sit down, he looked at the two children. When a trace of pity and pity flashed quickly in his peaceful eyes, a deep faint light flashed through his eyes. The deep black eyes looked at the children and fell on the monk, with a hint of thought on his face.

The monk looked at the two children with something wrong. The feeling made him feel a little unhappy and uneasy.

His and Ajiu's children have been born among human beings. From the moment they were born, their start was far higher than many people in the world. They were blessed by strong people from all walks of life and regions when they were born. In addition, the two children were also elves and cute, with their own characteristics.

But why does this monk look at them with pity and pity?

He lowered his eyes, covered the look in his eyes, picked up the tea on the side and took a sip, and then asked unintentionally: "Master, you have been with us for a while. I wonder what our children think of them?"

Listening to this, the others in the yard were a little confused. What about their little master? He is naturally a dragon-phoenix-like existence among the prodigal sons of heaven. Why do you need to ask this monk?

Listening to Xuanyuan Moze's words, the monk just glanced at him, then folded his hands and gently murmured: "Amitabha, the children of Emperor and Fengxing, are naturally blessed and cannot be compared with those of you."

Xuanyuan Moze played with the teacup, but did not look at him, but just said slowly: "Oh? Is that right? But why did I see the master looking at them with a hint of pity and pity?"

His voice fell, and he raised his eyes to look at the monk opposite him, with his lips curled slightly, his eyes still cold: "I wonder if the master can help me solve my doubts?"

The monk paused, his lips slightly pursed, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Leng Shuang and Gray Wolf in the yard listened to this and couldn't help but look at each other in surprise, not quite understanding. What's going on?

"What? Are you talking very much?" Xuanyuan Moze asked, pressing step by step.

The monk felt the breath in the air a little cold, and felt the cold aura released from him was very attractive. The pressure spread out. Even though he couldn't help but feel a huge rock pressing on his chest, it was difficult to breathe.

"Amitabha, donor, it's not that I don't want to say it, but that the secret of heaven cannot be revealed, and I can't say it." He shook his head and sighed softly, with a look of helplessness on his face.

Listening to his words, a cold light burst out from Xuanyuan Moze's eyes: "So, what's the matter that I don't know?"
Chapter completed!