The clouds and mists in midnight are a bit misty, and for this reason, the flashing lights of the family are like a guide light in this night, which makes people see at a glance.

Tang Ning, who was walking forward with the old monk, paused slightly, looked at the lights of the house, and a faint light flashed through his eyes.

I don’t know if it was because of the late night or because of other things, the breeze at that night was slightly cool, and with a few thorns, her hair stood up.

After just a moment of pause, she helped the old monk to continue walking forward. When she arrived at the door of the house, she stopped. Listening to the slightest rattle from inside, she shouted: "Donor, we are Buddhists who are practicing hard outside. When we pass by this place, I wonder if we can let us go inside and take a rest?"

The rattle in the room stopped, and no sound came out for a while. Just as Tang Ning thought, why don’t you go? It would be okay to take a break on the roadside outside, he heard the woman’s voice coming from inside.

"Are you Buddhists?"

"Yes." Anyway, even if she was halfway, there was one who was really here, although she was half dead.

The door opened with a creaking sound. Tang Ning's eyes, who appeared in Tang Ning's eyes, looked pretty and delicate, and was wearing a plain dress. He looked like an ordinary farm woman.

While Tang Ning was looking at the woman, the woman was also looking at Tang Ning. Seeing a young monk staring at her without any suspicion, she couldn't help but chuckled: "You little monk, since you are a monk, how can you look at me like this! Come in!" As she spoke, she had turned her body slightly.

Because of the other party's sideways, Tang Ning also saw that there was a weaving machine in the room, with simple decorations, and there was no one else except this woman.

"Thank you, donor." She helped the old monk walk in.

"This old monk is your master? What's wrong with him?" The woman held the oil lamp in one hand and slightly protected the fire with the other. She placed the oil lamp next to Tang Ning, and shined them brightly.

"I'll get some clean water for you to wipe it! There's mud on your face."

"Donor, don't have to worry about it." Tang Ning said, but saw her turn and go to the inner room.

Seeing this, she looked at the old monk. When she came on the road, she used her spiritual power to dry the clothes of both of them, and removed the water marks on her body, but her body was a little dirty, but at least in this way, it would not be too cold in such a midnight.

However, the old monk was in a coma and had no spiritual energy to protect his body. She was really worried about what went wrong with him. So she didn't care about cleaning up the soil on her body, so she took his pulse first.

She frowned slightly, and she pulled the old monk's clothes and saw a blood-stale palm print appearing on his chest. Seeing this, she took out a medicine from the round bamboo, rubbed it in her palm, and dripped the medicine into the old monk's mouth.

"The water is coming."

The woman came in with water, and there were a few leaves floating on it. After she put it down, she saw the little monk staring at the water, as if she knew what he was thinking, and said, "This is the rain I received last night. Don't worry, it's clean."

"I dare not use it even if I am clean."

Tang Ning said, looking at the woman whose face was slightly pale. After hearing her words, a look of surprise appeared on her face. Just when she was about to say something, a voice came from outside the door.
Chapter completed!