The old monk said with a smile, stood up, stretched his waist and yawned: "I'm so tired after rushing for so long. Monk, I'll go to bed for a while."

Seeing the old monk walking back with his own care, the old man was stunned, but followed without saying anything.

There is an empty room behind the left and right. The old monk looked like a wandering monk with no temple to go to, so let him stay here! At least he wouldn't be missing a bite of food here. As for the unblocking of the signs, the old monk didn't look like he could unblocking the signs.

But he didn't expect that in the following days, the old monk would really become the master of signature here...

As the saying goes, gods and Buddhas do not eat lunch, so they usually pray to gods and worship Buddhas in the morning, but there are also some staggered noon, and in the afternoon, they will also place some offerings of fruits and melons and fruits and bow to them.

On the afternoon of that day, Tang Ning in the statue closed her eyes and rested her soul as usual, and heard a low crying sound coming from below. She opened her eyes and looked at the divine case. She saw a woman kneeling in front of her hat and crying, unable to see her expression or face, but her crying was sad and despair.

I looked at the old monk sitting in the corner decorating and squinting, and I didn't know if I didn't hear the crying or didn't care if I heard it, and I was sleeping there with my face in my hand.

The old man who was cleaning heard the crying sound coming in and saw the old monk dozing there. The woman in front of him was crying desperately and miserably, so he stepped forward and asked, "Woman, what's wrong with you?"

"Wuwu...I'm going to die, but what should I do? I have three or four-year-old children in my family and an elderly mother-in-law to support me. The child's father had an accident two years ago. Now I have this disease again. The doctor said he would live in a few days, wuwu..."

"What disease is it? Why can't it be cured? The doctor in the town is not good, so I'll go to the city to take a look!" said the old man.

"After more than a month of treatment, the family's money was almost used up. The doctors in the city were even more expensive. The family couldn't afford that much money, and even if they could afford it, it wouldn't be cured. Wooh..."

The woman cried in despair, knelt down there, and knocked down, and her hat fell down, revealing her face covered with red spots and silver syrup. The old man next to her was slightly shocked and couldn't help but take a step back.

"Woo..." The woman covered her face with her hands covering her face and cried loudly, as if she wanted to vent her despair.

Seeing this, the old man sighed slightly, thought for a while, and murmured: "Master Tang is a saint of alchemy and medicine. Her elixirs are extremely precious and hard to find. I heard that no matter what kind of disease it is, Master Tang can cure it with a elixir. If Master Tang can show his spirit and give spiritual medicine, maybe your disease will be saved."

The woman was stunned when she heard this, as if she was holding the last piece of driftwood for survival, and kowtowed hard and begging: "Please give me the spiritual medicine for life by Master Tang! Please give me the spiritual medicine for life by Master Tang! I don't want to die yet, I can't die yet! Please... "

The sound of kowtow hit the hard ground one after another, and blood was seen after more than ten times.

"Hey, don't do this, your head is bleeding. I've been here for so long, and I've only seen Master Tang bless you, and I haven't seen Master Tang give you magic medicine. I just said it casually, you..." The old man stopped before he finished speaking.
Chapter completed!