Chapter 410

"You don't have to be afraid. I'm not a bad person and I don't eat people." She approached the stove and said, "have you cooked? what is it? Pickled vegetables? Do you want a sick person to eat this

The little boy stares at the little monk in front of him with vigilance, and then retreats without trace.

"You are so small, you can't do it. I'll do it!" he said She came to the stove and said, "he is so ill that he can't take a few mouthfuls of this meal. If you go to the vegetable field outside and pick some vegetables back, I'll cook it for him."

Listening to this, the little boy pauses for a moment, and then goes out. Soon, he picks a handful of vegetables and comes back.

Tang Ning cooked porridge with rice and vegetables, and asked the little boy to take it to the old man. Then he fried vegetables on the table. Watching the little boy feed the old man to drink, and after eating a bowl of porridge, the old man showed a satisfied look.

"Thank you very much, little master."

The old man said thanks, with a satisfied smile on his wrinkled face. He did not know whether it was because he felt comfortable after eating a bowl of porridge or because someone took care of him. His spirit seemed better than before.

"It's been a hard time The old man looked at the little boy and said.

The little boy looked at him and didn't speak. He just sat down with his eyes down.

Tang Ning looked at the old man's complexion. Her eyes flashed slightly. She talked with the old man until the night was getting dark. After she helped the old man lie down, she went to the table outside and sat down.

The little boy didn't come out, but stayed by the bed. Until midnight, the little boy came out and looked at the little monk who was nodding at the table holding his head and said, "he is dead."

At the sound, Downing opened his eyes and there was no accident on his face. The old man was just around the corner, but he turned better when he ate porridge tonight. She knew that this was a reflection of the past, so she was not surprised to hear that he was dead.

The life span of mortals is limited, and it is no more than a hundred years. This may be one of the thoughts of mortals who want to cultivate immortals for long life!

"It's fate to meet. I'll give him a ride." Said downing in a slow voice, got up and stepped to the bed.

The little boy followed him and watched her find a place to sit down. He put his hands together and read the Sutra there. As the scripture came out of Tang Ning's mouth, she was covered with a light layer of Buddhist light and holy power. The little boy on the other side was shocked.

Tang Ning read the Scripture for the old man three times. Then he opened his eyes and looked at the little boy beside him and said, "when the day comes, cremate him!"

The little boy nodded, looked at the little monk, hesitated, still asked: "who are you?"

"Don't you see it?" he said with a smile? I'm a monk. " "But I'm not a general monk. How about you? What is it? "

The little boy looked at the crooked little monk in front of him, and his eyes were still on guard. Therefore, without saying anything else, he went to the chair and sat down, waiting for dawn.

"No? Let me guess? " Downing followed him and sat down, holding his chin in one hand, looking at the little boy with a tiger's face, he said with a smile, "you are not a human being."

As soon as the little boy listened to his words, he immediately stared at him.

"It's not a ghost." Tang Ning said with a smile.