But Mo Yunzhao, believing that appearances can be deceiving, still went in, put his hands together, and nodded slightly, "Little Master."

The young novice monk stopped, put his hands together, and said, "Lord Mo, it has been a long time since I met you, Marquis Fangzheng."

Mo Yunzhao was full of surprise. Just now, the little monk was only focused on cleaning and had no intention of paying attention to her at all. But now he was actually saying he would wait for her.

The young novice monk didn't say much, but led Mo Yunzhao to the backyard.

An old monk in a worn-out robe was watering the vegetables in the garden. The lush green vegetable patch was a pleasant sight.

"Master, Lord Mo has arrived."

The old monk was focused on watering the plants. "Lord Mo, could you help this old monk catch insects and weed?"

“Okay.” Mo Yunzhao took off his hat and placed it on Da Bai’s head before walking into the vegetable garden.

He plucked a blade of grass from beside a lush green vegetable and asked, "Master, since you knew I was coming, do you also know why I came?"

"One cannot do two things at once," the old monk replied enigmatically as he poured water.

Mo Yunzhao didn't say anything more, but focused on weeding and catching insects, finishing the small vegetable patch.

The sky was nearing sunset, and the rosy clouds had turned half the sky red.

Mo Yunzhao and the old monk sat cross-legged facing each other, while Da Bai lay on the ground, listlessly thinking about dried fish.

In the kitchen, wisps of smoke rose as the young monk finished cooking.

"I only count one person per year. Lord Mo, please state your purpose. I will answer to the best of my knowledge." The old monk put down his prayer beads and picked up his teacup.

Mo Yunzhao looked up at the old monk. He was nearly seventy years old, but he looked very energetic and his eyes were clear. He really had the feeling of an enlightened monk.

"Master, do you know that there is a highly accomplished person in the world who wears a gray robe, but he is not a monk?"

The old monk said, "My master used to wear a gray robe, but he has long since passed away."

A glimmer of hope ignited in Mo Yunzhao's eyes, but it dimmed again after the next sentence: "Master, do you know if a person can defy the heavens?"

The old monk put down his teacup, looked up at Mo Yunzhao, and said, "Why should I, an old monk, ask someone who defies fate?"

Mo Yunzhao stared intently at the old monk, his heart filled with shock.

Did he know she had been reborn?

Mo Yunzhao suppressed his excitement and respectfully asked, "Master, what kind of punishment will those who defy the heavens suffer?"

She had many questions, but at this moment she could only ask them one by one.

“There are many kinds of divine punishments, and there are no set rules.”

Mo Yunzhao's hand holding the teacup tightened slightly. "If this person's hands are cold to the bone, and their fingertips can turn to ice with a touch, wouldn't they be a person defying the heavens?"

After asking the question, she held her breath, afraid of missing the master's answer.

"Lord Mo has his own thoughts, so why ask this old monk?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yunzhao felt like splashing tea on his bald head. Did all these monks throughout history just like to say half the story and leave the rest unsaid?

Mo Yunzhao took a deep breath. "If both of them are destined to defy fate, will you forget about the other one?"

"This old monk does not know."

Mo Yunzhao felt his temper was getting out of control, and asked bluntly, "Defying fate, his price was hands as cold as ice. Have I forgotten the most important person?"

The old monk chanted Amitabha, "Lord Mo, may I ask you what is in your heart?"

Remembering that he still had problems, Mo Yunzhao still didn't spill the tea.

"I know I've forgotten someone, and I want to regain my memory. Master, do you have a way?"

The old monk still maintained a profound demeanor, saying, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed; Lord Mo, let nature take its course..."

Unable to contain himself, Mo Yunzhao suddenly splashed the tea out, then stood up abruptly, grabbed the old monk's clothes, and lifted him up with one hand.

"Stop pretending to be profound! Today, I, the city lord, will find out the answer, or I'll burn down your dilapidated temple."