imagined This woman was simply fearless, daring to poison her directly.It nearly disfigured her, she almost died!Such a feeling still frightens her to this day!At this moment, the emperor saw that Mo...Upon hearing An Xuetang's counter-question, Huayuan Abbot smirked and raised an eyebrow, directly admitting:

"That's right, the Princess Consort of Beijang is that destined person. So, later I will hand over the late Empress's portrait to the Princess Consort."

An Xuetang narrowed her eyes, "So this concubine doesn't need to do anything tonight, Master You will give the portrait to this concubine anyway, right"

Huo Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled faintly and nodded in agreement. "You could say that," he replied. "But it's precisely because of what you did that hastened the process of me entrusting this portrait to you, isn't it"

"…"

An Xuetang felt completely played!

I was tricked by a monk again! That cunning old monk, he's just too despicable!

Thinking back to how she had foolishly wanted to climb the five-meter-high city wall just now, An Xuetang felt a surge of annoyance. She pouted and glared at Huayuan with displeasure, muttering indignantly:

"You monk, not a single word you utter is true. So what you said about my Ah Jing being injured was also a lie, wasn't it"

The monk shook his head, "Your Highness, this is a misunderstanding. As a disciple of the Buddha, I never lie."

I hadn't directly told her that she was the destined one, mainly because An Xuetang hadn't asked.

She didn't ask, so he didn't say. It wasn't really a lie.

At this moment, An Xue Tang suddenly darkened her face, her voice turning cold and sharp, "So my A Jing was truly injured"

As she spoke, she quickened her pace and walked back. When she had come over earlier to see Mo Yunjing, she hadn't noticed that he was injured, nor had she smelled a strong metallic scent of blood.

That's why she wasn't so worried and thought Master Huaiyuan was fooling her.

At this moment, the Venerable Hualian actually said that she hadn't lied. That meant Ah Jing from her family was really injured!

Thinking of this, An Xuetang's face tensed up again. She didn't even bother asking Huayuan Fangzhang any more questions; at this moment, she ran back.

Huai Yuan's eyebrows rose slightly, and he looked thoughtfully at An Xue Tang's flustered back. A cryptic smile unconsciously curled up the corner of his mouth as he slowly raised his foot to follow her.

He thought, perhaps even Heaven couldn't bear to see the plight of King Beijang, so they sent an angel to save him.

When An Xuetang ran back, Mo Yunjing and the five monks had indeed dealt with a lot of people.

The black-clothed man on the ground had been beaten so badly that he couldn't escape. When An Xuetang rushed in, she went straight to Mo Yunjing and asked, "Ajing, are you hurt"

Mo Yunjing subconsciously touched his left arm, "It's fine, I was just struck by that man's palm. He didn't use his full strength, I'll recover in two days."

An Xue Tang, hearing him say that, felt a little uneasy. She quickly pulled up his sleeve and took a close look.

As expected, there was a distinct red mark on his arm, and the area where he was hit was noticeably swollen.

An Xuetang saw the swollen spot, a horrifying ruthlessness creeping onto her ice-cold face. "Damn it, I shouldn't have let those two leave just now!"

Mo Yunjing curled his lips and gently touched her head, "I'm really fine, don't worry so much. This little injury will recover in two days."

This slight injury wouldn't trouble him, but he was still a little confused.

Clearly, with that palm strike, the person could have injured his vital point and killed him. Yet, the person deliberately aimed off, not harming him at all. Therefore, it seems like that person didn't actually want to harm him

Who is he And why does he insist on having a portrait of his mother concubine

Just as Mo Yunjing's brows furrowed, and he was very puzzled, Eleven also walked over at this moment. He scurried to Mo Yunjing's side and bowed, saying:

"My lord, I followed them as you instructed, but they were very vigilant. They likely discovered me near Yaoshan and disappeared without a trace. I searched everywhere but couldn't find them."

Since Mo Yunjing had already guessed that the black-clad man who came to steal the portrait today would continue to return, he ordered eleven disciples to guard outside the temple.

...just so that when they made their hasty escape, Shi-yi could track them down, find their hideout, and figure out who these people really were.

Moyunjing was also very curious why they were interested in his mother's portrait.

But unexpectedly, the two were so vigilant that they even discovered Eleven, who was good at hiding.

Mo Yunjing narrowed his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he looked at Shi Yi, "Send someone to keep an eye on Yaoshan. For this period of time, just keep watch, no matter who appears, you only need to observe silently, without taking action, so as not to startle the snake."

Eleven bowed respectfully and said, "Yes, my lord, I understand."

Master Huaiyuan has also returned. He listened to the conversation between Mo Yunjing and Eleven, and when he heard 'Yao Mountain', his eyes flickered slightly, but no one noticed.

He didn't speak up voluntarily either.

The monk glanced at the black-clad figures on the ground. "King of the Northern Border, these people are here for me. Why not hand them over to me"

Mo Yunjing's deep, inky eyes narrowed slightly, "Master Huayuan, do you know these people"

Before Ungua could speak, An Xuetang quickly complained, "Ajing, the master clearly knew those two people just now. He admitted it to me himself, saying he recognized them. He even said they were father and son."

As for An Xue Tang's accusation, Hua Yuan merely laughed a few times and did not deny it.

Seeing him smile so brightly, An Xuetang snorted coldly again, "Master Huai Yuan, you really don't want to tell us who those two people are What special identities do they have"

Mo Yunjing's divine sense tightened, and his obscure eyes also fixed on Huayuan Abbot.

"Huo Yuan just smiled, "This poor monk truly can't say. As for matters of the court and matters of the rivers and lakes, this poor monk doesn't want to interfere. In short... some people have some things, when it's time to know, you will all know yourselves. This poor monk has nothing more to say."

An Xuetang pursed her lips, this monk was talking a load of nonsense.

Just as she was about to say something, Mo Yunjing pulled her hand, "Tangtang, since the master has spoken so, we should not force him."

He knew the Master of Alms, and since he was unwilling to speak, even if they put a knife to his throat and forced him to speak, he wouldn't say a word.

Mo Yunjing took An Xuetang's hand and looked at the Abbot Huayuan, "Master, since you are interested in these people, I will leave them to you."

He bowed respectfully and politely said, “Thank you, King of the Northern Border, thank you, Queen of the Northern Border.”

An Xuetang pursed her lips, "Master, can you give me the portrait now"

Her anxious look made the monk smile, and he then gestured for them to follow him. "Please follow me," he said.

An Xuetang and Mo Yunjing glanced at each other, then followed the steps of Master Huayuan.

The room where Hua Yuan practiced had a secret chamber, and he directly led Mo Yun Jing and An Xue Tang into the secret chamber.for many years knows that he has always held the late prince's mother in his heart. For her, he remained unmarried his whole life."“When the news of the prince’s mother’s death reached our lord, he de...