"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, nor do I eat people." She walked closer to the stove and said, "Have you cooked rice? What is this? Are pickled pickles? Just let a sick person eat this?"

The little boy stared at the little monk in front of him vigilantly, watched him approach, and retreated a little without any trace.

Tang Ning bent his eyebrows and said, "You are so young, it's normal that you can't cook. Let me do it!" She came to the stove and said, "He is so sick. He can't eat a few bites of this rice. It's easier to cook it into porridge. If you go to the vegetable fields outside to pick some vegetables, I will cook it into porridge for him to drink."

Hearing this, the little boy paused for a moment, then walked out. Soon after, he picked a handful of dishes and came back.

Tang Ning used rice and vegetables to make porridge for the little boy to bring it to the old man. Then he fryed another vegetable and served it on the table. After watching the little boy feeding the old man and finishing a bowl of porridge, the old man showed a satisfied expression.

"Thank you, Master."

The old man thanked him, with a satisfied smile on his wrinkled face. I don’t know whether it was because he felt comfortable all over after eating a bowl of porridge or because someone took care of him, his spirit seemed to be better than before.

"Thank you for a hard time during this period, Xiao An said, looking at the little boy.

The little boy looked at him without saying anything, but just sat down with his eyes down.

Tang Ning looked at the old man's complexion and his eyes flashed slightly. She talked with the old man until the night was getting darker and she helped the old man lie down, and she walked to the table outside and sat down.

The little boy did not come out, but stayed by the bed. Until midnight, the little boy walked out, looked at the little monk who was dozing off at the table with his head in his arms, and said, "He is dead."

Hearing the sound, Tang Ning opened his eyes and had no surprise on his face. The old man was about to walk, but his complexion improved when he was eating porridge tonight. She knew that this was a rebirth, so she was not surprised to hear that he was dead.

The life span of ordinary people is limited, and at most it will only last for a hundred years. This may be one of the thoughts of ordinary people who are determined to cultivate immortality and seek immortality!

"Meeting is fate. I will save him and give him a ride!" Tang Ning said slowly, got up and walked towards the bed.

The little boy followed her and watched her find a place to sit down. Then he folded his hands and recited the scriptures there. Following the scriptures, he saw a faint layer of Buddha's light and holy power covered her body, which made the little boy beside him stunned.

Tang Ning recited the scriptures for the old man three times before he opened his eyes, looked at the little boy beside him, and said, "Wait until dawn, cremate him!"

The little boy nodded, looked at the monk, hesitated, and asked, "Who are you?"

Tang Ning smiled and said, "Didn't you see it? I'm just a monk." She paused and smiled sly: "But I'm not an ordinary monk, what about you? What about you?"

The little boy looked at the little monk with curved eyebrows in front of him, and his eyes were still prepared. Therefore, he did not say anything else. He walked to the chair and sat down, waiting for dawn.

"Don't say it? Then I'll guess?" Tang Ning also came to the side and sat down, holding his chin with one hand, looking at the little boy with a tiger face, and smiled and said, "You are not a human."

When the little boy heard his words, he immediately glared at him and stared at him with defensiveness.
Chapter completed!