Big White cheers: "Roar!"
The old monk remained calm and composed, saying profoundly, "This is a divine secret; Lord Mo, please do not force it..."
"Wordy."
Mo Yunzhao punched him directly in the face, "Will you talk or not?"
"This is a divine secret, this old monk..."
Mo Yunzhao raised his fist and gave the old monk a good beating.
Big White rushed into the kitchen and came out with a burning piece of firewood in its mouth.
The young novice monk hurriedly chased after him, crying, "My firewood, my firewood..."
Big White came out carrying firewood and obediently squatted down next to Mo Yunzhao.
The young novice monk ran over.
Mo Yunzhao released the old monk, whose face was bruised and swollen, then picked up firewood and looked down at him, "This is your last chance. If you don't talk, I, the city lord, will set fire to your dilapidated temple."
"This is a secret of heaven..."
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yunzhao threw the firewood directly into the drafty window.
Yuncheng is inherently dry, and the dilapidated temple, having stood for many years, caused the window paper to catch fire instantly, burning the windows as well.
The old monk was completely dumbfounded.
The young novice monk paused for a moment, then said, "Put out the fire."
Mo Yunzhao crossed his arms and looked at the old monk with a slight raised eyebrow. "If you don't speak up, I, the city lord, will find some diesel fuel, pour it on the temple, throw torches on it, and burn the dilapidated temple to ashes."
The old monk came to his senses, pounded his legs with his hands, and cried out incessantly, "You bandit, you robber..."
Mo Yunzhao raised an eyebrow slightly, "One, two..."
Before the third word could even land, the old monk's expression changed drastically. He stood up from the ground and said, "I'll talk, I'll talk, hurry up and put out the fire."
Mo Yunzhao raised an eyebrow, then waved his hand, unleashing a powerful force that instantly extinguished the burning fire.
The entire window was blackened by the fire, and the air smelled of burning.
"Speak."
The old monk winced in pain. "Fifty years ago, if someone had beaten me like this, why would I have pretended to be so profound? Lord Mo, you don't understand the pain of knowing the secrets of heaven but being unable to speak of them."
"Today, I can finally speak my mind. Really, what heavenly secrets? Actually, it's just..."
Mo Yunzhao interrupted him impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense and get to the point."
The old monk shut his mouth and got straight to the point, "There are countless kinds of divine punishment. According to Lord Yi Mo, that person's hands were ice-cold, and his fingers turned into ice, which is also a kind of divine punishment."
"Is there a solution?" Mo Yunzhao asked him.
The old monk didn't want to hide anything and just wanted to speak frankly, "If it's like my master's style, the solution is to make this person's sweetheart truly fall in love with him."
"My beloved?" Mo Yunzhao thought of everything about Ling Jingyu.
The old monk raised his hand and touched his smooth bald head. "This man defied the heavens and was punished for his actions. And since you have lost your memories of him, you must hate him to the extreme. My grandmaster loved to do this kind of thing."
"He enjoys making lovers want to kill each other; he also enjoys making people who hate each other fall in love, pretending to be profound while playing tricks on people."
Mo Yunzhao lowered his eyes. "So, as long as I like him, divine punishment is fine?"
"Yes, we'll have to ask my grandmaster and this person for details..."
As he spoke, the old monk remembered something, slapped his bald head, and said, “He is also someone who defied the heavens and returned. Asking him is useless. He can’t say. If he does, it will cost him his life. Moreover, he can’t kill people who can change the situation at will, otherwise he will also shorten his lifespan.”
Mo Yunzhao understood; he couldn't kill Ling Yongnian, Mo Bilian, and the others.
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