Not long after, the monk walked in slowly, clasped his hands together and bowed to Xuanyuan Moze: "This poor monk greets you, benefactor."
"Master, please take a seat." Xuanyuan Moze gestured and had already set up the chessboard.
Leng Shuang brought two cups of hot tea, then stepped back and stood quietly aside.
The monk walked slowly forward and sat down. When he heard the giggling of the two children over there, he glanced sideways.
I saw the two chubby children being held in the arms of the two men and being fed. Their delicate faces were filled with carefree smiles, and their pure eyes were filled with joy and carefreeness, as well as curiosity about the world.
Seeing this, he sighed softly in his heart, shook his head secretly, withdrew his gaze, and murmured "Amitabha" in his heart.
Xuanyuan Moze's gaze was always on him. After he sat down, he looked at the two children. When a trace of pity and regret flashed across his calm eyes, a deep light flashed across his eyes. His deep black pupils glanced at the two children, then fell on the monk, with a thoughtful look on his face.
The monk looked at the two children with an unpleasant look in his eyes. That feeling made him feel unhappy and uneasy.
His children with Ajiu were born as the best of the best. From the moment they were born, their starting point was far superior to many people in the world. When they were born, they were blessed by powerful people from all walks of life. In addition, the two children were cute and smart, each with their own characteristics.
But why did the monk look at them with pity and regret in his eyes
He lowered his gaze, hiding the expression in his eyes, picked up the tea beside him and took a sip, and then asked casually: "Master, you have been living with us for a while. I wonder what you think of our two children?"
Hearing this, the other people in the courtyard were a little confused. How about their young master? He was naturally a proud child of heaven, like a dragon and a phoenix among men. Why did they need to ask this monk
The monk listened to Xuanyuan Moze's words, just glanced at him, then clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes and murmured softly: "Amitabha, the child of the Emperor and Feng Xing is naturally blessed with great fortune, which is incomparable to ordinary people."
Xuanyuan Moze was playing with the teacup, not looking at him, and just said slowly: "Oh? Really? But why do I see that the master always looks at them with a hint of pity and regret?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up at the monk opposite him, his lips slightly raised, his eyes still cold: "Master, can you help me solve this puzzle?"
The monk paused, pursed his lips, and didn't utter a word for a long time.
Leng Shuang and Hui Lang in the courtyard looked at each other in surprise after hearing this, not quite understanding what was going on.
"What? Are you ready to talk?" Xuanyuan Moze asked, pressing closer and closer.
The monk felt the air had gotten a little colder, and felt the cold breath released from him was very captivating. The pressure spread out, and even he couldn't help but feel as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.
"Amitabha, benefactor, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but the secret of heaven cannot be leaked. I can't tell you." He shook his head, sighed softly, and looked helpless.