"yes."

The coachman responded, stepped forward and came to the door of the broken house, blocking the little monk who was about to step in: "Go and go, stay outside, haven't you seen so many people here? You are so dirty that you won't get dirty with the others."

There were originally more than a dozen people avoiding the wind and rain in the broken house, several men with swords around their waists, and a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a young couple and a one-year-old child in his arms, followed by seven or eight guards and two maids.

Several men with swords sat in the right corner of the broken house, as if they were in a group. Going to the right and entering a little further, the young man in brocade clothes sat on the corner, the place with better wind protection on the left, and the middle-aged man was sitting in the first-class person.

It says it's big or small, and although it looks like there is no place, there is still someone who can accommodate her.

However, when her eyes passed by the people inside without a trace, her eyes paused slightly, and she looked carefully again, and her heart moved slightly, and she wanted to leave! This person has already arrived here, and it seems a bit late to leave now.

She sighed in her heart, but her expression was not visible on her face. She held the hat in one hand and said, "I'm here to shelter from the wind and rain, and I won't meet anyone else."

"But I don't like you, and I don't want you to come in to shelter from the wind and rain. What do you think?" The man in brocade said leisurely, looking like a domineering playboy.

The men wearing swords on the side were nothing to do with them, just sitting and watching the show. The middle-aged man on the other side frowned and glanced at the man in brocade.

The young couple holding the child also looked at each other. While patting the back of the child in their arms, the woman looked at the middle-aged man and said softly: "Father, why don't you invite that little master to come over and rest!"

The middle-aged man glanced at the woman, his eyebrows loosened, and he smiled, and nodded slightly. Then he looked at the young monk who was stopped and said, "My little master, come here and rest! You can still sit down after a little bit of seating."

Hearing this, Tang Ning bent his eyebrows and put his hat in his hands with his hands folded together, and gave them a Buddha ceremony: "Amitabha, thank you for the donor."

When the coachman saw that those people actually asked the monk to go over and rest, he didn't dare to stop him for a while. He looked back at his young master and was a little nervous.

Tang Ning walked in and murmured as if he was muttering to himself: "If your clothes are dirty, just wash them. If you have a heart, you can't wash them clean."

Listening to this, the people in the broken house looked different and looked at the dirty and wet little monk. When the man in brocade heard this, his face looked ugly, his fists tightly twisted, but he was afraid of the middle-aged man and others, so he endured the idea of ​​asking for trouble for the little monk.

"My little master, sit here! There is no wind at all here." The middle-aged man waved and asked Tang Ning to sit next to him.

Tangning paused and said, "Thank you, donor, but my clothes were wet and were splashed with mud and water. It was so dirty. I would just sit by this door."
Chapter completed!