Come on, let’s have a steamed bun first! Tang Ning first took a plate of steamed buns and distributed them to the famous monks, and said: Eat slowly, there will be food later.

Amitabha, thank you, Master. The monks all gave Tang Ning a Buddhist ceremony. Looking at the steamed buns in their hands, their hearts felt warm.

The Buddha's blessing is also the Buddha's ability to meet this kind-hearted little master here.

Everyone had a steamed bun in their hands, but in the end, the little monk didn't. He didn't cry or make a fuss, but just grabbed the corner of his master's clothes with one hand and looked at the steamed buns in his hands and swallowed.

Come on, the master will give you half of it. The old monk touched his head and wanted to give half of the steamed buns to the little disciple.

Tang Ning smiled slightly when he saw this and said, "He is young, give him this!" While he was talking, he took out a small paper bag, opened the paper bag, and five or six exquisite pastries jumped into the eyes of the little monk.

He looked at the pastries he had never eaten before, and then looked at the monk Qingyi with a curved eyebrows and a kind smile on his face, not daring to reach out to pick it up.

Come and try it, it’s delicious. Tang Ning said with a smile, picking up a piece of pastry for him.

The little master gave it to you, just take it! The old monk said with a smile.

OK. The tender voice responded, and after taking the pastry, he thanked Tang Ning again: Thank you.

Looking at the little monk's well-behaved appearance, she put the pastry in front of him and said: Eat slowly, these are all yours. As soon as the voice fell, she poured him a glass of water.

The young monk, who was five or six years old, had he ever eaten these exquisite pastries? He took the pastry and took a bite carefully. The fragrant and sweet smell bloomed on the tip of his tongue, making him unable to help but look at the very beautiful monk in Qingyi again.

Why does he have such delicious pastries?

The diners on the first floor of the inn were all passers-by who were rushing to rest here. When the monk Qingyi invited the dozen or so monks to dinner, someone asked curiously: That little monk Qingyi, which monk are you? Why do you have the money to treat them to dinner?

Another man looked at them and said coldly: What about these ten people! You can care about them, but you can't fill them every time. According to me, it's better not to care about them.

The old monks listened, just lowered their heads slightly and murmured: Amitabha.

Listening to their words, Tang Ning smiled and said: Why not help others within their ability? She glanced at those people and said slowly: Good thoughts and helping others is also helping oneself. Those who do good deeds and accumulate virtue will always have blessings.

The diners on the first floor all fell silent, and no one spoke anymore, just quietly ate their own meal.

The food is coming! The waiter shouted and brought a tray to deliver a series of large plates of vegetarian dishes and rice.

There are six dishes and one soup on a table, and there are steamed buns in addition to rice. They are so happy that they have eaten them. After so many days of hunger, they finally feel full.

After dinner, they left the inn and bowed gratefully to the young monk in Qingyi in front of them: Thank you for your kindness for the meal, but I still don’t know what the little master’s name is called?

Tang Ning looked at them, browsed his eyebrows and said with a smile: You can call me Master Tang.
Chapter completed!