After swallowing the dry food in our mouth, one of the monks said, "Holy Buddha, there is a sweet potato field behind our temple. We survived by that one, but there are not many sweet potatoes, so we can only maintain our ability to starve to death. We usually don't have enough food."

Hearing this, Tang Ning sighed lightly, touched the little monk's head, and said, "You will have a rest after you finish eating, I'll make some porridge for you!"

"But there is no rice in the temple, how can I make porridge?" the little monk asked.

Tang Ning smiled and said, "I have it!" She stood up and asked, "Where is your kitchen?"

"Holy Buddha, the little monk will take you there!" A monk in his thirties and forties stood up and led the way for Tang Ning.

Tang Ning looked at the place and found everything in the kitchen. There were a few sweet potatoes in the corner of the wall. He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to wash the pot to make porridge. However, when the monk saw it, he hurried forward.

"How dare you bother the Holy Buddha to work for us? Let's come on the little monk! The little monk was originally the leader monk in the temple, and these little monks are familiar with them."

Seeing that he looked frightened and did not dare to let her do things, Tang Ning said, "Then you can help me burn the fire! I'll do the rest."

"Yes." The monk responded, and then carried firewood to the stove to prepare for fire.

Tang Ning washed a large pot and took out the rice from the space. After washing the rice, he peeled the sweet potatoes in the corner of the wall and put them down to cook together. The full pot was filled with a large pot, which made the monk beside him stop talking.

"Holy Buddha, there is nothing left in the temple, only these sweet potatoes are left. Is it better to save some food?" He couldn't help but say it. After all, after eating this meal, the next meal was gone.

There is no incense or money for incense and oil in the temple. They have no money to go down the mountain to buy food. They go to beg for alms and have injuries on their bodies, just afraid...

Tang Ning smiled and said, "It's okay, except for the fungus demons, are you still afraid that there will be no good days? Don't worry! The days in the future will only get better and better."

While the time of making porridge, it was not dawn outside, Tang Ning asked: "How did the vine demon wrap the temple but didn't kill you? What exactly did it want to do? How did it come here? I encountered a formation in the forest before, and it must have been set up by someone."

"Return to the Holy Buddha, according to the vine demon, it has become a demon for five hundred years. Because the heavenly thunder tribulation cannot be passed, it says that the law of heaven is unfair, so in order to vent its anger, he came to the temple to trap the entire temple and torture us. The formation monks in the forest don't know."

Upon hearing this, Tang Ning nodded: "So that's it."

As the sky got darker, a large pot of porridge was carried to the hall. Dozens of monks sat around and drank the porridge, and some of them drank, and tears fell down.

I have had the first time drinking porridge in three years. It was obvious that there were only a pot of porridge with a few sweet potatoes, but they felt it was extremely sweet and delicious.

Tang Ning saw that a few young people among them were feeding a few old monks first and then going to eat after they finished eating. Then he turned around and walked outside and looked at the road that was following the temple.

Because no one has stepped on it for three years, the mountain road has grown half a human-tall weeds, covering the road down the mountain, let alone someone coming. Now the vine demon has solved it, but how to maintain this temple is also a problem.
Chapter completed!