"Fortune-telling?"
Ye Tian slowly uttered two words, his eyes flashing with a mysterious light. It was indeed a high monk who managed to come to him unnoticed.
This was also normal. Though the temple looked deserted, it had a thriving incense presence, as if shrouded in great fortune, destined to remain for a hundred years.
Moreover, the Buddha light on the temple roof dispelled all the demons in the deep mountains, suppressing the evil.
Without a high monk behind it, that would be impossible.
As he turned his head to look at the person before him, he was momentarily stunned, "You're a monk?"
Standing before him was a young man dressed in a black robe, with bright eyes and a bangs hairstyle, holding a wooden fish. He appeared to be barely in his twenties.
Such a young fortune teller, claiming to do a reading for him—interesting.
