Medicinal Immortal

The old monk smiled and said, stood up, stretched out and yawned: "After driving so long, I am exhausted. The monk, I will go to bed."

Seeing the old monk walking behind by himself, the old man was stunned, but followed without saying anything.

There are still empty houses on the left and right, this old monk looks like a wandering monk with no temple to go, let him stay here! At least he won't be missing a bite here. As far as the signing is resolved, the old monk doesn't look like he will be resolved.

It's just that he didn't expect that in the following days, the old monk would really become the master of the deal here...

As the saying goes, gods and Buddhas do not eat lunch, so praying to gods is usually in the morning, but there are also some staggered noon, in the afternoon, some melon and fruit offerings will be placed, and then they will worship.

In the afternoon of this day, Tangning in the statue of God closed her eyes and rested her spirit as usual. She heard a low cry from below. She opened her eyes and looked in front of the divine case, and she saw a woman. Wearing a hood, kneeling in front and crying, his expression and face are invisible, but the cry is sad and hopeless.

Looking at the old monk sitting in the corner of the lottery office with his eyes squinted and dozing off there, he didn't know if he didn't hear the cry, or if he heard it, he didn't care, but fell asleep with his face in one hand.

The old man who was cleaning heard the cry coming in and saw the old monk dozing there. Then the woman in front was crying desperately and miserably, so she stepped forward and asked, "Woman, what's wrong with you?"

"Woo...I'm going to die, but what should I do? I still have three or four-year-old children in my family, as well as an elderly mother-in-law to support. His father died in an accident two years ago. Now I have this disease again. The doctor said that he would live in a few days, oooo..."

"What's the disease? Why can't it be cured? The doctor in the town can't do it, so go and see in the city!" the old man said.

"After treatment for more than a month, the money at home is almost used up, the doctors in the city are more expensive, and the family can't spend so much money, even if they can get it, it can't be cured, oh..."

The woman cried desperately. She knelt there and knocked her head down. The mask also fell down, revealing the face covered with erythema and silver dander. The old man next to her was slightly startled and couldn't help but step back.

"Woo..." The woman lay on the ground with her hands covering her face, crying, as if to vent her despair.

Seeing this, the old man sighed slightly, thought for a while, and murmured: "Master Tang is a saint of pill refining and medicine. Her pill is extremely precious and hard to find. I heard that no matter what kind of disease it is, Tang Shiyi A pill can be cured. If Master Tang can show the spirit and give the elixir, maybe your illness will be saved."

The woman was taken aback for a while, as if she was holding the last piece of driftwood for survival, and she squatted her head vigorously, crying and begging, "Master Tang, please give me the elixir of life! Master Tang, please give me the elixir of life! I don’t want to. Die, I can't die yet! I beg Master Tang..."

The sound of kowtow slammed on the hard ground, and blood was seen after a dozen times.

"Hey, don't be like this, your head is bleeding. I have been here for so long. I have only seen Master Tang give blessings. I have never seen Master Tang bestow a miracle medicine. I just said casually, you..." The old man hasn't finished. Just stopped.

I saw a black pill rolled out from under the table and landed in front of the woman...