Medicinal Immortal

"Come on, let's have a steamed bun first!" Tangning first went to fetch a plate of steamed buns and distributed them to the monks, and said, "Eat slowly, there will be more dishes later."

"Amitabha Buddha, thank you little master." The monks all made a Buddhist ceremony to Tangning, looking at the steamed buns in their hands, their hearts were warm.

They can meet this kind-hearted little master here, and it is also the Buddha's blessing.

Everyone had a steamed bun in his hand, but at the end of the day, the little monk didn't have it. He didn't cry or make trouble. He just grabbed the corner of his master's clothes with one hand and swallowed while watching the steamed buns in his hands.

"Come on, the master divides you half." The old monk touched his head, and gave half of the buns to the little disciple.

Tangning smiled slightly when he saw him, and said, "He is young, let him eat this!" While talking, he took out a small paper bag, opened the paper bag, and five or six delicate cakes leaped into the little monk's eyes.

He curiously looked at the pastries that he had never eaten before, and then at the monk Tsing Yi with a friendly smile on his brows and eyes, and he did not dare to reach out to pick them up.

"Come on, taste it, it's delicious." Tangning said with a smile, and took a piece of pastry to him.

"The little master gave it to you, just take it!" The old monk said with a smile.

"Okay." The tender voice responded, and after taking over the pastry, he thanked Tangning again: "Thank you."

Seeing the little monk's well-behaved appearance, she put the cakes in front of him and said, "Eat slowly, these are all yours." When the voice fell, she helped him pour a glass of water.

Where did the five or six-year-old monk ever eat these exquisite cakes? He took the cake and took a careful bite. The sweet and fragrant taste blossomed on the tip of his tongue. He couldn't help but look at the beautiful Tsing Yi monk again.

Why does he have such delicious pastries?

The diners on the first floor of the inn were all passers-by who rushed to rest here. Seeing that monk Tsing Yi invited the ten or so monks to dinner, someone curiously asked, "That little monk in Tsing Yi, where are you? Why is there still money to invite them to dinner?"

The other man glanced at them and said coldly: "These ten people! You can control their meal, but you can't get their meal. In my opinion, it's better for them."

The old monks listened, but lowered their heads slightly, and muttered, "Amitabha Buddha."

Listening to them, Tangning smiled and said, "Why don't you help others within the limits of your ability?" She glanced at those people and said slowly: "With kindness in your heart, helping others is also helping yourself. Those who do good and accumulate virtue will always be blessed."

The diners on the first floor were silent, no one spoke again, just quietly eating their own food.

"The food is here!" Xiao Er yelled, carrying a tray and delivering large plates of vegetarian dishes and rice.

One table with six dishes and one soup, besides rice, they also have steamed buns. They are full of joy. After so many days of hunger, they finally feel full.

After eating, they left the inn and gratefully bowed to the little monk in Tsing Yi: "Thank you, little master, for his kindness, but I don't know what the name of the little master is?"

Tangning looked at them, her eyebrows curled, and she smiled and said, "You can call me Master Tang."

"Tang, Master Tang?" The old monk looked at the exquisite and outstanding young monk in amazement, staying in place for a while.