The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy chapter 1078

The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy
Page 1078
The little monk nodded. He was fifteen or sixteen years old, but because of his stunted growth, he looked rather short.
The thin hand like chicken feet patted Ye Ping as if to comfort him.
“Actually, ordinary people are pretty good, and it’s enough to live this life well.”
He could learn these big truths in an adult’s tone, Ye Ping looked up, and for a moment… couldn’t help laughing out loud.
Complimented: “You are so cute.”
Three points 3 true feelings, seven points ridicule.
The little monk didn’t understand the meaning of his words, and lowered his head shyly and shyly.
There are six 66 ring scars on his bald head, “By the way, will they come to pick you up where your parents live?”
The little monk said this carefully, for fear that the child in front of him was an orphan, and asking his parents would hurt his heart.
Chapter 1257 Lingyou Temple
Sure enough, after listening to his words, the young boy sitting by the couch pursed his lips and looked out the window dodging.
The little monk immediately lost his words and said hurriedly: “Amitabha, Amitabha, I’ve lost my words.”
Ye Ping was inexplicably funny when he saw his serious face, but there was no smile at the corners of his mouth.
His mind just now seemed to be broken, and all kinds of memories from so many years of birth flashed through quickly.
Pain, sadness, gas, despair, confusion, disaster… all flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, Ye Ping’s eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and when he stood up, he found that he couldn’t think of anything but his name. Woke up.
“Since you have nowhere to go for the time being, it’s better to stay in Lingyou Temple first, and then make a decision after your injury is healed.”
Ye Ping couldn’t remember anything in his mind, so he simply stopped thinking about it and looked up at the young man in front of him. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he spoke old-fashioned and acted rigidly.
“That’s fine, thank you very much.”
After Ye Ping thanked him, he asked again, “I don’t know how to call the little benefactor.”
“On order one, the dharma name falls ashes.”
The little monk put his hands together and lowered his head, revealing the commandment scar on his head.
“Thank you Lingyi.”
After Ye Ping thanked him again, the… little monk helped him to pour water.
The door was pushed open and a cold wind came in.
Ye Ping looked at the densely blooming pear tree in the yard and fell into deep thought.
He vaguely knew that he was not extraordinary, but unfortunately he couldn’t find a way for a while.
Ye Ping looked down at his hands, which were soft and didn’t look like hands that had worked before.
So he concluded that he was not a poor boy before, and looked at the black porcelain cup on the table.
He suddenly stretched out a finger and felt the flow of spiritual energy in his body. After half a stick of incense, Ye Ping “drinked”
sounded.
I saw the porcelain cup on the table, and his cold drink was suspended.
Ye Ping’s eyes lit up, confirming that his guess was not wrong.
The corners of his mouth were raised, and he was about to move the porcelain cup.
Who would have thought that the sound of rapid footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.
Ye Ping was in a turmoil in his heart, and the strength of his hand was let go, and the porcelain cup fell to the ground and shattered in response.
At this moment, Ling Yi pushed the door and came in, holding a pot of water and a small bowl of porridge on the tray in his hand.
With an apologetic look on Ye Ping’s face, he glanced at the broken porcelain cup on the ground, but did not open his mouth to blame, but hurriedly came over to look at Ye Ping’s hand after putting the tray down.
“You’re not hurt are you”
After confirming that he was not injured, Ling Yicai said in a low voice, as if he was relieved, “I saw the host when I came over just now. He seems to know that you are here, and my master is blocking what he is saying…”
As Ling Yi spoke, he suddenly glanced around and found that there was no one else outside the window and door, then lowered his voice and leaned into Ye Ping’s ear and said, “Let me tell you, something strange happened to us at Lingyou Temple. After the word spread among the people, no one would come to offer incense again.”
“So there is not much money and money, and the host will not let the disciples take others back easily.”
Seeing Ye Ping’s pale face, Ling Yi couldn’t help but sighed and said to him, “You should eat something first, whether you can stay or not depends on the fortune.”
Ye Ping lowered his head and drank the white porridge in the bowl. The rice was boiled and the taste was not good.
Chapter 1258 The evil
He heard the little monk say this, and asked with a bit of a joke: “Then you might as well guess, can I stay?”
After the little monk glanced at him, he sat beside the bed, “Give me your hand.”
Ye Ping drank the porridge in the bowl after a few sips, and handed him his hand with a puzzled face, only to see the little monk put his finger on his wrist like a pulse.
After examining it carefully in the palm of his hand, he raised his head for a long time, “I saw your palmistry…”
Ye Ping couldn’t help laughing.
“Don’t laugh, I’m serious, before I was taken in by Lingyou Temple.