"This is all that's the case now." Tang Ning sighed lightly. Whether it was Mo Ye, her grandfather, or her eleven disciples, their sorrow was the best cover for her to be alive.

Only in this way can the person who always wants her to die completely relieved and will not pay attention to her anymore. Only then can she have enough time to repair her soul and cultivate her immortal body.

As the sky gradually became brighter, more and more people came to burn incense. The old monk walked to the table where he was unwritten and dozed off. Among the people who burned incense, an old woman brought his son to burn incense.

"Kneel down! Why are you still standing there?" the old woman said, looking at her son standing beside her.

"Mom, I have agreed to everyone that I will go tomorrow. You must ask Master Tang to ask for a visa now. What's the matter?" the man said helplessly.

"Teacher Tang is very good. As long as you can get a ticket here, I will let you go, otherwise you won't be able to go this time. Mom is just a son, and nothing is more important than you. Kneel down quickly." The woman said, pulling him down.

The man took the sign that his mother stuffed over and bowed to Master Tang helplessly, muttering in his heart: Master Tang, my brothers and I have taken a task, and things have become a lot of money. Unfortunately, my mother is worried that I will not let me go in danger. Please give me a sign and come back after I come back from the task.

After the man silently recited it in his heart, he shook it with the sign, while the old woman next to him said, "Master Tang, I am just such a son, and I haven't gotten married yet! He said he made a lot of money on this mission, but I was also worried that it would be very dangerous. Please ask Master Tang to give him an idea. If he is safe and has nothing to do, let him sign him. If he encounters danger, give him a sign."

"Bang!"

A bamboo stick shook out of the stick and landed in front of the two of them. Looking at the stick, the man reached out to get it, but his mother had already picked it up.

"There is a master who interprets the signature in the temple. I heard that this master interprets the signature very accurately, so we will ask him to explain it." The old woman said, walking towards the old monk who was dozing off.

"Mom, mom, here we sign three gold coins! It's expensive." The man pulled her and said.

"No matter how expensive it is, it is not as expensive as your life." The old woman pulled his hand away, walked up and called out with a smile: "Master? Master?"

The old monk looked up at them and said with a smile: "Disclaimer? Come on, bring the signature and I'll take a look."

"Please trouble the master." The old woman said, handing him the bamboo stick.

The old monk glanced at it and shook his head: "This is not good."

The man was upset when he heard this: "You don't even have a signature. You can't just look at the numbers on the bamboo sticks? Isn't this nonsense?" As he said that, he said to his mother: "Mom, this old monk doesn't know how to explain the signature at all. Let's go outside to explain it."

However, when the old woman heard that the monk said it was not good, she was reluctant to leave. Instead, she asked: "Master, what's wrong with signing? Why is it not good? Do you need to read the signature? The stalls outside all have corresponding signatures, don't you need to read it?"
Chapter completed!