Medicinal Immortal

"Don't 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 this? Pickled pickles? You just let a sick person eat this. ?"

The little boy stared at the little monk in front of him warily, watched him approach, and retreated a little without a trace.

Tangning curled her eyebrows and said, "It's normal for you to be so young and not able to do it. Let me do it!" She came to the stove and said, "He is so sick that he can't eat a few mouthfuls of this meal. It's easier to eat. You can pick some vegetables from the vegetable fields outside, and I will cook it into vegetable porridge for him to drink."

Hearing this, the little boy paused, and then walked out. After a while, he picked a handful of vegetables and returned.

Tangning used rice and vegetables to make gruel and asked the little boy to take it to the old man. Then he fry another vegetable and put it on the table. After watching the little boy feed the old man and ate a bowl of porridge, the old man showed a satisfied expression.

"Thank you little master."

The old man thanked him, with a satisfying smile on his wrinkled face. He didn't know whether it was because of the comfort of eating a bowl of gruel, or because of someone taking care of him. His spirit seemed better than before.

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

The little boy looked at him without speaking, but sat aside with his eyes lowered.

Tangning looked at the old man's complexion, her eyes flickered. She accompanied the old man to talk. It was not until the night was getting darker that she helped the old man lie down before she went to the table outside and sat down.

The little boy did not come out, but stayed by the bed until, in the middle of the night, the little boy walked out, looked at the little monk who was napping at the table with his head, and said, "He is dead."

Hearing the sound, Tangning opened her eyes, no surprises on her face. The old man was already approaching, but his complexion improved when he ate the porridge tonight. She knew that this was a glimpse, so she was not surprised to hear that he was dead.

Mortal life is limited, at most, it is only a hundred years, this may be one of the ideas of mortals who want to cultivate immortality and seek longevity!

"Meeting is fate, I will help him out, let him take a ride!" Tangning said slowly, got up and walked to the bed.

The little boy followed, watching her find a place to sit down, and chanted the scriptures there with her hands folded. Following the scriptures came out of Tangning’s mouth, only a faint light of Buddha's light was enveloped in her body. , Making the little boy on the side startled.

Tangning read the scripture three times for the old man, then opened his eyes, looked at the little boy aside, and said, "When the day breaks, let him be cremated!"

The little boy nodded, looked at the little monk, hesitated, and asked, "Who are you?"

Tangning smiled and said, "Didn't you see it? I'm just a monk." She said with a voice, and smiled slyly: "However, I am not an ordinary monk, what about you? What is it?"

The little boy looked at the crooked little monk in front of him, still defensive in his eyes, so he didn't say anything else, he went to the chair and sat down and waited for dawn.

"Don't tell me? Let me guess?" Tangning followed along and sat down, resting his chin in one hand, looking at the little boy with a tigerish face, and smiled: "You are not a human being."

When the little boy heard what he said, he opened his eyes and stared at him defensively.

"It's not a ghost either." Tangning said with a smile.