Medicinal Immortal

Tangning didn't know what happened here, because she left the matter behind since she unsigned the woman.

These days, she sweeps the floor in the morning in the monastery, plays with drugs at noon, and takes time out at night to practice. She eats and sleeps on time every day, and her life is also leisurely.

There are still no pilgrims in the temple, but there are a lot of quiet leaves every day. In this way, about ten days passed. Early this morning, Qi Mufeng found Tangning sweeping the fallen leaves in the front hall.

"Master, the things are here, do you want to take a look now?" Qi Mufeng walked over with a smile on his face and helped him take the broom.

"Take a look at me." She stretched out her hand and spread her palm upwards, and she saw Qi Mufeng take out a crescent comb made of ebony wood and put it in the palm of her hand.

She took a look and found that the crescent comb is a small one that you can carry with you. It has a small and unique shape, because it is made of ebony wood, the comb is smooth and round, and the hand feels excellent. When you get close, you can smell it. The light green sandalwood fragrance is very pleasant.

She took a comb and combed it on her head, only to remember that she was a bald head without hair, she couldn't help but was taken aback, and listened to Qi Mufeng in front of her and laughed.

"Master, do you want to try combing your hair? Try my hair! I have hair." He smiled, and his narrow eyes were full of smiles.

Tangning glanced at him and said, "Where do I comb my hair? I just try to comb the scalp. How does it feel." Then, she flipped her hand to play with the comb, and said, "The workmanship is pretty good. ."

"The ones I looked for were made by old craftsmen. They have all been checked. Every one is okay. One side of the comb is engraved with the words "Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple." What are you going to do in this blank place? Isn't it about letting monks in the temple engrave scriptures on it?" Qi Mu Feng asked with a joking smile.

"Engraving runes is not a scripture." Tangning said, throwing the comb to him, then looked at the hall, and smiled: "This will host them all chanting in the hall, right? Go and see."

Qi Mufeng followed him when he saw this. When he came to the main hall, the host and the others saw the two coming in and said softly, "Amitabha Buddha, Xiao Tang, what's the matter?"

After Tangning responded with a salute, she smiled and said, "I have something to tell a few people." She stepped forward and sat down on the futon, motioning Qi Mufeng to take out the things.

I saw Qi Mufeng step forward, took out the prepared combs from the space and piled them in front of them, then quietly retreated to the side and looked at it.

Sitting around, the host and others saw the combs stacked in front of them, looking at each other, a little confused.

comb?

Why do you bring them so many combs? They are monks, and they don’t need such things as combs! For a time, all eyes fell on Tangning, not knowing what he meant?

"Xiao Tang, what do you mean?" the host couldn't help asking.

Liakong looked at the combs in front of him and smelled a scent of sandalwood. He couldn't help but blurted out and asked, "These are made of Qingtan spirit wood from the back mountain?"

Tangning listened, nodded with a smile, and cast an admiring look at Monk Kong: "Yes, it's the Qingtan Lingmu."