Medicinal Immortal

Listening to what he said there, Tangning nodded after knowing what happened in the temple and the things encountered in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple over the years, including the recent events.

In addition to some things that outsiders know about these things he said, there are also some things that outsiders don't know.

"Uncle Shi mean, wait for an opportunity to send you to the holy place in the temple to have a look, he said maybe you will have a way to restore the destroyed spiritual veins." The host said this, and his wise eyes fell on him. There is expectation and hope in his eyes.

If the destroyed spiritual veins can be repaired, they will have a future.

But, can the person in front of you really do something like that? After all, I have never heard of anyone who has a way to repair the destroyed spiritual sacred place.

Tangning listened, touched her head, and said, "I might have a way to repair the spiritual veins of a person's body, but I haven't tried it in the Holy Land, and I don't know it!"

The host heard a heart move, and said: "It's okay. Uncle Shi said that you should practice in the temple for a period of time. The spiritual veins of the Holy Land have been damaged for many years, so there is no rush for this hour and a half."

"Well, I know, if that's the case, then I'll stay in this temple for a while and have a look! I don't think the incense in the temple is booming, so I have to find a way." She started to say, already thinking about it. How can we help this Ten Thousand Buddha Temple?

The host chatted with him for a while, and the more he talked, the more relaxed he felt. If it was Tangning, maybe, maybe it would really work.

After sitting here for a while, the host went back first. Soon after he left, Tangning saw that Qi Mufeng hadn't come back, so she also left the courtyard to find something to fill her stomach.

Unexpectedly, when I arrived at a pavilion outside, I saw Qi Mufeng walking with a food box in his hand.

"Master? Are you finished talking?" When Qi Mufeng saw him, he couldn't help but called out. He walked up quickly and said, "I brought you some food. The scenery of this place is not bad. The master can eat here. ?"

"Alright." Tangning replied, came to the pavilion to sit down, saw two steamed buns, a bowl of millet porridge, and a small dish of pickles in the food box, and asked, "Have you eaten? "

"I have eaten, my lord, the food in this temple is a bit poor. I went to the restaurant and turned around. The monks who listened to the restaurant sighed and said that if this continues, the people in the temple will almost be out of food." As Mu Feng said, he handed Tangning a pair of chopsticks.

"Can't eat? No? Didn't you hear that pilgrims still come to add sesame oil occasionally?" Tangning took the chopsticks, took a sip of the millet porridge, ate some pickles, and took another bite of the bun.

"There are so many pilgrims, but the expenses in this temple are also huge. Think about it, so many disciples eat and drink every day. Besides, they don’t have much income, and they don’t know how to make money. They only have expenditure but no income. , Plus there is no money for sesame oil, it's normal to not be able to eat." Qi Mufeng shook his head and said.

He felt that the monks in the temple had nothing to do except for alms, but what can alms be?

Tangning listened, bit the steamed bun and ate, and took another sip of porridge. After eating, seeing that there was one steamed bun left, she put it back and said, "Take the food box back, and accompany me around in a while. A place in the temple."