The man in black had a strong internal strength. An Xuetang narrowed his eyes. Seeing him attacking him, she hurriedly hugged the portrait and hid sideways. The man didn't seem to want to kill her directly. An Xuetang didn't feel the murderous aura at all.

After the man in black came out a palm, he rushed towards An Xuetang quickly.

Sure enough, as long as this man wanted to attack An Xuetang, Mo Yunjing and Eleven rushed towards An Xuetang in an instant, fearing that An Xuetang would be injured by this man.

At this moment, the man suddenly turned his direction and took the opportunity to fly out of the window. He just used a trick and never thought about killing An Xuetang.

Eleven glanced at Mo Yunjing, and saw Mo Yunjing nodding slightly, he chased after him.

Mo Yunjing rushed to An Xuetang, "Are you injured?"

"No, he didn't hurt me."

An Xuetang was afraid that he would worry about the portrait, so he quickly handed the portrait to him, "Ajing, you should look at this first, there should be no problem."

Mo Yunjing frowned slightly, and his tone was a little disagreeable, "Are you a fool? The portrait and you are of course more important. Just protect yourself. Why are you protecting this useless portrait?"

Perhaps it was the man's palm that made Mo Yunjing feel worried. He was a little anxious when he spoke at this moment, and he sounded very angry.

An Xuetang pursed her lips, "I...I thought the portrait was very important, and the person was obviously here for the portrait, so I naturally would not let him succeed."

“…”

Mo Yunjing frowned, and the lines of his jaw were tightly tight. "Next time, take care of yourself first, everything else is outside the body."

"Oh, OK~"

However, An Xuetang still handed the portrait to him. Mo Yunjing looked down at the portrait in his hand, and then threw it to Eleven who happened to enter the door.

Eleven caught it steadily, he bowed to Mo Yunjing, "Master, he ran away, the speed is too fast, and his subordinates didn't catch up."

Mo Yunjing had a calm face, "No problem, send the portrait back and let someone deal with it here."

"yes."

Eleven pairs of An Xuetang nodded slightly, then left with the portrait.

An Xuetang blinked, "A Jing, didn't this portrait originally hang here?"

"No, this painting is from the abbot of begging for alms."

“…”

An Xuetang was confused in an instant, "Isn't this... a portrait of your mother? Why is it in the hands of the begging abbot?"

"This portrait was painted by the mother's mother, and she handed it to the begging abbot."

"Why did it be handed over to the abbot?"

Mo Yunjing was not clear about this at all, and he discovered this incident not long ago.

This is because someone spent a lot of money to find his mother's portrait. He followed this line and found the begging abbot.

The begging almsman did not deny that the portrait was in his hands, but the begging almsman just said that Mo Yunjing was not the destined person for this portrait, so the portrait could not be given to him.

The abbot of begging for alms is a very famous monk in Tianba Kingdom. Since he said that Mo Yunjing is not a destined person to be a portrait, Mo Yunjing naturally would not ask for this portrait.

Because even if he spoke, the abbot of begging for alms would not give him the portrait.

After listening to Mo Yunjing's simple words, An Xuetang frowned. She filtered many costume TV series that she had watched in her previous life. At this moment, she suddenly narrowed her eyes and looked at Mo Yunjing:

"A Jing, do you think there is any shocking secret hidden in the portrait of Mother's mother? Then you are waiting for someone to untie it? Will all the answers to our doubts over the days lie in that painting?"

Mo Yunjing raised his eyebrows slightly, "So Tangtang thought the secret would be hidden in the painting? I looked at the canvas carefully, and there was no inside that could hide anything."

An Xuetang pursed her lips, "Smart people have some ways to hide certain information in the canvas."

The woman's sixth sense told her that there must be some tricks in the painting just now.

Thinking of this, she suddenly looked up at Mo Yunjing and said, "So, after we clean up the place, Ajing, please accompany me to find the abbot of begging for alms, and then we borrow a portrait from him, and I'll take a closer look?"

Mo Yunjing raised his eyebrows slightly. Although he didn't know what An Xuetang wanted to do, he almost supported him, "Okay, since you want to see it, then we will go and beg for alms first."

"No, I'll clean up the place first."

An Xuetang looked at the mess and frowned. After all, this place was also a tablet for Mo Yunjing's mother. As a daughter-in-law, she seemed to be doing it herself.

"You don't need to clean up, someone will deal with it later."

"That won't work, no matter what you say here, it's all for you..."

"Fake."

“?!!”

An Xuetang looked at Mo Yunjing blankly, what is fake?

Mo Yunjing raised his hand and sorted out the hair on her forehead. "Although there is a tablet for her mother's mother, she is not here. She doesn't know where her body is now, so why bother to care about this mere tablet."

“…”

An Xuetang never expected that he would say this. Didn’t it mean that the ancients cared about the so-called tablets, the so-called offerings, etc. the most?

An Xuetang narrowed her eyes, "A Jing, I don't know where the body of her mother's body is?"

Logically speaking, if the first queen dies, she should be buried in the imperial tomb, right?

Could it be that the body of Ajing’s mother is not in the imperial tomb?

"He was poached."

"!"

An Xuetang opened her mouth, "A Jing, what do you mean is someone who went into the imperial tomb and stole the mother's wife..."

"Um."

Even the corpse was stolen?

An Xuetang was speechless. Who is he? He even stole the body of a person?

An Xuetang stood there and was silent for a moment, "So, Ajing, you put out your mother's portrait today, actually trying to lure the snake out of the hole? Did that person just now spend a lot of money to find the mother's portrait? Do you suspect that he stole the mother's body?"

Mo Yunjing nodded slightly, "**Never leave ten."

In fact, he still suspected that the man was the person who communicated with his mother.

At this moment, An Xuetang scratched her head and frowned. The man just now was not from the White Light Palace. This was another newly emerged man in black. Who was he?

Why look for a portrait of Mo Yunjing’s mother? What exactly is in the portrait?

Mo Yunjing raised her hand and pointed her frowning brows, "Okay, don't think about it."

After saying that, he led An Xuetang and walked out. Since Mo Yunjing didn't let An Xuetang clean up, An Xuetang had no choice.

He was directly led by him around several yards. When the two of them were about to enter a meditation room, they happened to come out.

When Eleven saw Mo Yunjing and An Xuetang coming, they were stunned and felt that the abbot of begging for alms was too amazing. How could he know that Mo Yunjing and An Xuetang would definitely come?

Mo Yunjing looked at Eleven, "Where is the abbot of begging for alms?"
Chapter completed!