Medicinal Immortal

"As long as I wake up, I'm afraid that the master will always be asleep and don't want to wake up." Su Yanqing said, looking at him and said: "This is always a good thing. You have to notify the master and the brothers."

Upon hearing this, Song Yixiu said: "Leave this to me!"

In the temple of the mortal land, Tangning, who was repairing the soul with incense, did not know what happened in Huan Yue City. With the old monk guarding here, she repaired the soul in the statue, sometimes it took ten and a half days. Moon entered meditation, and the days passed day by day in such a calm and boring way...

One year later, in the temple.

Early in the morning, when the sky was still hazy, the old man sweeping the floor carefully wiped Master Tang’s golden body with a clean cloth. When he heard the footsteps coming in, he turned his head and saw that the old monk stretched out and yawned. Walked in.

"Master, why is it so early today? It's still dark!" The old man smiled and talked to him.

The old monk turned his neck, moved his waist, walked up to the altar table and leaned on it, stretched out his hand and ate a piece of fruit on it, and said, "You don't believe me, monk, I woke up hungry."

He looked at the idol sitting on it, and said, "The people here don’t know the goods. It has been more than a year, and there are not many who have asked me to sign the visa. I was originally a monk with two sleeves, and I used the money to drink. , There is no oil in my stomach, can I wake up hungry?"

The sweeping old man was slightly surprised when he heard it, and said, "Did you always eat that roast chicken last night?"

The old monk glanced at him and said, "It's only half a month that there is such a roast chicken to eat. It's really nothing."

"Why don't I go to the end of the street to buy you two catties of pork head meat at noon?" the old sweeper asked tentatively.

"Hey, it's good to dare, and add a pot of wine."

The old monk grinned and said: "You don't need to wipe it anymore. You don't need to wipe it every day. If the paint is probably faded early, in fact, according to me, let her incense."

The old sweeper smiled and said, "I'm almost done wiping this. I haven't cleaned it yet. Then I will clean it first. It is estimated that someone will come to incense in a while."

Watching him leave, the old monk walked to the idol while eating the fruit, leaned against the idol, and said, "I said you, how long has this been, hasn't this spirit been repaired yet? You stayed all day. Isn't it stuffy inside? I won't talk to me with the monk."

"Oh! But looking at you like this, it's estimated that you won't be able to speak for three to five years." He said, reaching out his hand to touch the string of Buddhist beads hanging on Tangning's hand, and he heard a voice.

"Is it fun?"

The old monk listened for a moment, and instinctively raised his head to look at the golden figure beside him: "Can you speak?"

Tang Ning rolled her eyes and said, "Didn't you hear it? After more than a year of incense here, the soul has been repaired for so long, anyhow it can be put together, and the voice can naturally be heard through the divine sense."

"Then how long will you stay here? Haven't the spirits been completely repaired?" the old monk asked.

"Do you think it's so easy?" Tangning said, looking at him, "It was two catastrophes. If it weren't for the strength of a flying fairy, and there was a force to protect my soul, I guess it would There is nothing wrong with me."

The old monk was stunned: "There is a power that protects your soul? What power is so powerful? Can actually protect you in that situation?"