Medicinal Immortal

Hearing that whether it is babbling or wishing silently in the heart, it will fall into her ears with the power of faith.

"Master Tang, please bless my daughter to marry a good family..."

"Master Tang, my mother-in-law has already given birth to seven sons. We must bless this child to be a girl..."

"Master Tang, bless my son to find a good job in the city and meet a good boss..."

"Master Tang, please bless my family to be safe and secure, without disasters..."

"Master Tang..."

Tangning listened in the idol, watching some of them leave after praying, and watching some of them, holding the lotus and shaking the lottery, the day passed again. In the idol, she closed her eyes. The raised one is repairing the soul, day after day, until more than half a month has passed.

In the evening of this day, an old monk walked into the temple and looked at the statue of Master Tang sitting cross-legged with his hands folded. He raised his hand and chanted the Buddha's greeting.

"Amitabha."

Old monk!

Tang Ning, who closed her eyes in the idol, saw the old monk who came in, her eyes couldn't help but her spirits were not repaired at this time, and her voice could not be heard through her divine sense. She could only look at the old monk, desperately. 'S blinked.

The old monk looked at Master Tang’s golden body with a relieved smile. He watched the little power of faith float into her golden body, and saw the golden body in front of him winking at him.

"It's fine if you are still there."

The old monk laughed and looked at Tangning's golden body and said, "You are a man of God's blessing, with great luck, how could you die so easily?"

Tangning couldn't speak, but she was blinking, wanting to ask him how Mo Ye is doing with them? Want to ask how he came here? Want to ask if he told her grandfather about them? I just can't ask anything.

"You only have a ray of soul left now? Look at you, the soul is still fragmented and trapped in this golden body? Also, that Mo Ye's fate can be changed, and the death should be his The body is a life of nine deaths, plus the two calamities of the advanced flying immortal, if you didn't take it for him, he would probably be gone.

The old monk stepped forward and sat down on the mat in front, took out the wine gourd and drank a sip of wine, and said: "You suffered this for him, broke his life, and ended up with a broken body and a complete destruction. Yes, everything has a cause and an effect, and it is destined."

Tangning rolled her eyes.

The old monk smiled when he saw it, and said: "Don't roll your eyes either. Anyway, you are also a god, and you are worshipped and incense. If you are seen rolling your eyes here, you can't scare people?"

The old man in charge of guarding here, the old man who was cleaning, heard someone talking and didn't know what he was talking about, so he stepped forward and saw that it was an old monk sitting there drinking and talking to himself.

"Master, are you?"

The old monk glanced back and smiled at the old man: "Monk, I am the new master here."

"Master of Disagreement?"

The old man was slightly startled, looking at the old monk, who was dressed plainly in gray, but he was drunk in his speech, and his expression and behavior did not resemble the Taoist monks, but rather like those wine and meat monks.

"Master, we don't use it here. There are stalls outside." The old man said, pointing to the outside of the temple.

"No, no, no, monk, I am the master of the deal here, and I will stay here in the future."