His voice paused, and he said to the young man next to him: "Cheng Zhi, please change your clothes for the little master!"

"Okay." The man responded, stood up, and took the bag that he placed aside.

"Donor, really no need. I can just wear this dress." Tang Ning said hurriedly.

"It's okay, we're also wearing clothes." The middle-aged man said with a smile, looking at the little monk's clothes that were stuck to his body, and said with a smile: "Hurry up and change the wet clothes!"

The young man took out a set of clothes and said warmly: "My little master, this set is new. I haven't worn it yet. You can change it!"

"Little Master, change it! Otherwise, it's better to put it on." The young woman also said softly, looking at the mud marks that were not cleaned on his face, pursed her lips and smiled: "There is mud on her face, and she can wash it with rainwater later."

Looking at the clothes the man held in front of her, when they saw her with a smile on their family, she sighed in her heart and then reached out to take it: "Amitabha, it's hard to refuse the kindness, thank you for the donors."

In this world, it is the hardest to pay off the debt of favor.

After taking the clothes, she did not change the wet clothes on her body, but directly put the coat on her body, smiled apologetically at them, and said, "Mencius does not wear gorgeous clothes, so I can only wear them to keep warm."

When the family saw it, they couldn't help but smile, but said nothing.

Tang Ning went out and took a handful of rainwater to wash the mud on his face that had not been wiped clean before. Then he wiped the water mark and walked in.

When everyone in the temple saw the delicate eyebrows and eyes of the little monk who washed away the mud on his face, he couldn't help but be surprised. Even the middle-aged man couldn't help but praise: "The little master is so beautiful."

The young monk had mud on his face before, and he couldn't see his face clearly. Now he was washed away, but he was a very outstanding young monk with delicate eyebrows, outstanding facial features, and a purple earring at the earlobe. Against the backdrop, there was a sense of agility and a bit of mystery.

Tang Ning bent his eyebrows and smiled jokingly: "Thanks to my parents who gave me this good look, I can beg for alms more than other monks on weekdays."

When they heard this, the few people were stunned and couldn't help laughing. When they first met this little monk, they gave people a pure and ignorant feeling. They had also seen him as a little monk, and they were soaked in the body. When they saw the young master in brocade, they said that he would come over to take shelter from the rain.

Unexpectedly, he murmured that if his clothes were dirty, he could wash them and his heart could not be cleaned. He still thought that he must be a monk who would be very stern when he read the scriptures and talked about the principles of Buddha's visits. However, he would even joke.

The others in the broken house saw that they were chatting with a little monk and laughed out loud. After glanced at them, they turned away.

What's there to talk about with a little monk?

As time passed, the wind and rain outside were no longer less, but instead became heavier. A flash of lightning flashed, a thunder roared, and a loud bang made the child who was originally sleeping soundly in the woman's arms burst into tears.
Chapter completed!