The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy chapter 1080

The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy
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That fat monk named She Si lowered his head, took a few steps back, folded his hands in a salute and said, “Master, this disciple has made a blunder.”
The old monk with gray eyebrows and beard came in and looked at the little boy whose skin was smooth, his eyebrows were like blades, and his eyes were like lacquer, even though his head was shaved.
Shaking his head, he said: “Since the donor has recovered now, why don’t you go back to your own home.”
Ye Ping knew that this was the order of expulsion. He bowed and saluted: “Thank you for your life-saving grace. I am very grateful. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely report back.”
What he said in his mouth was cool, but his heart was full of confusion. If he left now, where should he go? The old monk nodded to him, “There is no need to repay, I will bring you back, and we will go to Lingyou Temple. : It doesn’t matter.”
“However, the little benefactor doesn’t look like a mortal person. If you encounter any trouble in the future, please don’t turn around and ask us for help.”
The old monk spoke very decisively, as if he didn’t want to get into any trouble.
Hearing this, Ye Ping nodded stiffly and turned to leave.
“Wait…Little donor, wait…!”
Ling Yi, who hurried over, still held the scriptures in his hand, he handed a set of black noble robes to Ye Ping, panting and said, “It’s your clothes, it’s dirty, I’ll wash it for you.”
Ye Ping let me look at the navy blue robe on my body, nodded and took it, “Thank you.”
Chapter 1260 The Sweeping Monk
Ling Yi looked back at his master and asked tearfully, “Can’t we keep him here? He’s still so young, and he has no parents, no home, and nowhere to go…”
Ling Yi pleaded for Ye Ping with a hoarse voice, but the old monk just shook his head coldly and sighed.
“You are too young to know anything, so shut up and go back to copying the scriptures.”
Ye Ping bowed his head slightly to Ling Yi, thanking him for helping him speak.
When he reached the gate of Lingyou Temple, Ye Ping suddenly heard a rhythmic sweeping sound.
“Swipe”
The sound of sweeping the floor contains a person’s spiritual power and martial arts for many years. Although Ye Ping’s cultivation base is not high, he has lost his memory at this time, and he is not very proficient in using the… spells he mastered before.
But he could still judge with his intuition that this… floor sweeper was by no means an ordinary person. After standing there and staring at him for two or three seconds, Ye Ping felt that there was no need to bother him, so he raised his feet and wanted to leave.
But he was blocked in front of him by the monk, he was about to get out of the way, when the pile of fallen leaves he swept just now bounced into the air like a sharp dart.
He shot straight at Ye Ping.
He was startled, and quickly wanted to get out of the way.
Unexpectedly, the monks were pressing step by step, and leaf after leaf smashed down in mid-air.
Under Ye Ping’s emergency, he actually thought of a way to hold up the barrier.
Seeing that the dart-like leaves were blocked by the barrier, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, frowned and said, “I have no grudges against you, why did you suddenly act?”
The monk stood there like an old bell, squinting his eyes.
After a while, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and those leaves were also shattered in mid-air, and they were no longer lethal.
Ye Ping put away the barrier subconsciously and came over, “How are you?”
After all, his current character is still a child, and despite the setbacks and hardships he has experienced, he still maintains goodwill.
The monk waved his hand and opened his eyes slightly.
Only then did Ye Ping realize that his eyes were full of pitch blackness, or in other words, the pupils of the monk who was sweeping the floor before him were all black, and there was no whiteness in his eyes.
He was so frightened that he stepped back half a step, only the kind of… cultivators who have fallen into the devil, or those who have died, will have black pupils.
The floor-sweeping monk opened his mouth and said in a trembling voice, “What’s your name?”
“Yiping.”
“Stay here.”
he said.
Ye Ping raised his eyes in amazement, not knowing what the monk in front of him meant.
He waited until it was dark beside an ancient tree at the entrance of Lingyou Temple, and then saw Ling Yi jumping out happily and said to him, “Okay, little one, the host has promised you to stay!”
Ye Ping nodded, a trace of joy rose in his heart, if he went out now, he didn’t know where to go.
Besides, all the previous memories are lost, so there is no guarantee that there will be any enemies.
“But my master said that there is a condition for you to stay.”
“What conditions”
Ye Ping asked, looking at the little monk in front of him, he couldn’t help frowning, and he became more and more uneasy, “Come on, tell me, are the conditions difficult?”
Ling Yi replied: “Not really, it’s just the eminent monks in Lingyou Temple. No one wants to accept you as a disciple, so the host has arranged… to ask you to worship the sweeping monk at the door as your teacher.”
“it is good!”
Ye Ping readily agreed.
His attitude made him stunned for a while, and he reminded in a low voice: “You must know…”
Chapter 1261 The price is exchanged
She Si, who was standing at the door, asked loudly, “Be careful, I can tell you what to do, you must speak with respect, otherwise you will be punished by Master!”