When Tang Ning heard him telling the whole story about the consequences, she couldn't help but be stunned. She became the life of the Buddhist sect? When the old monk said that he had been searching for the Xuanlong Kingdom for more than ten years, he couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic to him.

Her body was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was reborn in this body a while ago. However, he searched here more than ten years ago. Can he find it?

"But even if you take me there now, I can't do anything! Besides, you've been looking for more than ten years, and it's not bad to wait for a year or two to let me handle everything here!" At the critical moment, she is so weak now, what can she do in the past? When she went to a place where all she was a cultivator, could she live for three months?

"Monk, I can't wait!" He sighed softly, as if he was murmured, his voice as if he was sighing, so light that it could not be any more light. Even Tang Ning, who was sitting next to him, could not hear what he was saying because of the wind around the aircraft.

"What did you say?" Tang Ning asked again.

The old monk looked at her and showed a kind smile: "You are a person favored by the destiny of heaven and the way of heaven. Take you back for the hosts to see you and let them know that there is someone like you, and I will feel at ease with the monk."

Upon hearing this, Tang Ning looked at him and said, "As you say so, you can't tie me up like this. Besides, now you are on the aircraft, you should be able to let go of me first, right? Could it be that you want to tie me up all the way?"

"Okay, monk, I will help you untie it, but you have to remember, don't think about slipping away, and escaping under the monk's nose, that's impossible." As he spoke, he moved his hand and took the rope back.

Tang Ning rubbed his wrist, glanced at him sideways, and smiled: "Impossible? Didn't I slip away from under your nose last time?"

"That's because I'm not prepared for the monk, so this time is naturally different." He took off the wine gourd from his waist and drank a sip of wine, looked into the distance, with joy in his eyes: "I haven't returned to the temple for more than ten years. I wonder if anyone else recognizes me when I go back this time?"

Looking at the expectation and joy in the monk's eyes, Tang Ning smiled, lay on the aircraft and looked at the blue sky and white clouds, while looking at the aircraft, and asked: "Old monk, why does your aircraft look so much like a bowl?"

"Haha, this is just a small magic weapon, and it only takes occasional flights, without attack power, and not defense power. There is also a monk, my gourd."

As he said that, he took another sip of the wine in the gourd, stroked his long eyebrows with one hand, and smiled: "This gourd is the immortal gourd picked by our fellow disciples when they entered the Buddhist holy land to practice. If this immortal gourd is filled with wine, it can be filled with a thousand pounds at a time. Moreover, the spiritual energy in the gourd can be cultivated into spiritual wine, and the longer it is, the more mellow it becomes."

"Not only that, it is also a good defensive immortal weapon. It would be a blessing to have such one back then. However, if I have the chance in the future, I will take you to the holy land. Maybe with your luck, you can pick an immortal gourd." As soon as the voice fell, he threw the gourd in his hand: "Try this spiritual wine."
Chapter completed!