Medicinal Immortal

"Yes, he is a gourd seller. He has been selling in the city for many years. We all know him."

"Yes, this gourd seller is very honest, it is impossible to kill."

"That's right, don't wrong people indiscriminately!"

The surrounding hawkers said one sentence at a time, obviously not happy that the city guards randomly accused them of these poor people.

"Don't make any noise!" Cheng Wei drank, staring at the middle-aged hawker and asked: "Then you are talking, why didn't you go out to see after hearing the cry? Normal people are curious, but you explain !"

He hurriedly said: "I bought a little master who bought my gourd during the day, and told me not to go out of the room when it was dark tonight. I heard the cry of a woman and got up to open the door, but I thought of the little master’s words, I held back the door and went back to bed with my head covered and fell asleep."

"Is it the little monk who bought all your little gourds during the day?" The man next to him said to Chengwei, "I know, he was talking about a little monk, a very delicate and beautiful little monk."

"Right right." The middle-aged hawker said, fearing: "If it wasn't for the little master, I might have died. I will thank him later."

After the inquiry, there was nothing suspicious. Cheng Wei asked the middle-aged vendor to take them to find the little monk, wondering how the little monk knew that people would die at night?

Tangning in the inn had eaten breakfast and was leading the horse to set off when he saw several Chengweichao coming here, among them the middle-aged hawker from last night.

"Little master, thank you little master. If it weren't for the little master, I and I might not be able to go home alive." When the middle-aged hawker saw Tang Ning, he knelt down and kowtow.

Seeing that the death of the middle-aged hawker Yintang had disappeared, Tangning laughed and said, "The benefactor is kind, and it is not the merit of the little monk. Get up!"

"Little master, they..." The middle-aged hawker looked at the city guard behind and quickly told Tangning about the matter.

"Well, I see." Tangning nodded.

After the middle-aged hawker thanked him again and again, he left first and hurried home.

"Where did you come from the monk? How did you know..." Before one of the city guards could finish asking, he heard the footsteps hurriedly coming from behind and the voice of their city lord.

"Don't be rude! Go back, go back!"

A middle-aged man with a rich and wealthy belly came hurriedly in a garb, probably because he was walking in a hurry. When he came to Tangning, he was already out of breath.

"You, you are Master Tang?" the middle-aged man asked after taking a breath, but his eyes calmly looked at the young monk in front of him.

A green robe, a crow with a round bamboo pinned around his waist, and a very delicate and outstanding appearance. It looks exactly the same as the little monk named Master Tang passed down among the nobles.

Hearing his words, Tangning raised her brows slightly: "I'm Master Tang." She has never been here before. How does this person know what Master Tang is called?

"I didn’t expect it to be Master Tang. It’s great. Master Tang, my man is the city lord of this city. Su Chengyuan is a distant relative of my family. So when I learned that Master Tang came to the city, I rushed over and wanted to invite Master Tang. Stay in the house for a few days, Master Tang, I don't know how you like it?" He looked at the little monk in favor, hoping that he could agree.