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Chapter 1253

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Anyway, he had never found his son believing in Buddhism in the past few years.

He followed him suspiciously all the way. When he arrived, he found out that the brat had already made an appointment. As soon as he arrived, he was led to the backyard by the little monk.

"Benefactor Mo, the master is already waiting."

"Well, sorry to trouble you."

"You're welcome, benefactor."

After all, the money donated by Young Master Mo this time was enough to cover the incense offerings of the past years.

Money makes the world go round, not to mention that he was still alive after all!

Jiang Tingxu had followed him all the way to the backyard. However, when he entered the yard, he could not enter the meditation room. It was as if there was a wall in front of him.

.....

In the meditation room.

The bald monk held a chess piece in his hand and was playing chess with himself. When he heard the noise, the chess piece fell with a "bang".

"You're here?"

The little monk who led the way had already left.

"Come in, Young Master Mo."

After all, he was a young man under 18 years old. He felt a little uncomfortable.

If he had not suddenly heard his classmate mention it, he would not have suddenly come here!

He was the young master of the Mo family and the only heir of the Mo Group. If this news spread, who knew what people would say?

However, since he was already here, he could not just leave, right?

Cough.

After entering, he bowed politely to the master.

"Hello, Master."

The monk smiled and waved his hand.

"Have a seat. Looking at the young benefactor's face, you look like you're trapped!

The young benefactor is so young and has a promising future. The past is the past. Everything is fate. Why do you keep pestering him? "

"You know?"

As the young master of the Mo Group, he had grown up under the red flag. He had never believed in feudal superstitions. But now … he was a little uncertain.

The monk smiled knowingly.

"Young benefactor, since you can find me, you must have thought about it long ago, right?"

That was for sure.

For a moment, his expression became more serious.

"Master, I'm willing to donate all the assets under my name to help those in need. Also, I'll be a doctor in the future. I'll treat patients and save people all my life. If that's not enough, I'll use my life. I only ask that …"

"I only ask that the three of you can reunite again in the next life?"

"That's right!"

If possible, he really wanted to go back to the time when his father and mother were still alive. He wanted to be his mother's child again, so that he would not misunderstand his mother and be close to her …

Although there were not many memories of his mother, he was only three or four years old at that time...

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