Medicinal Immortal

Hearing this, Tangning came to the offering table where the offerings were received, picked up one of the pastries that had been taken down, walked back to the table where the sign was dealt with, and sat there. After eating a piece of cake, he said, "If you find me, say I am not here."

"But..." The monk hesitated, looked at the old man who was already standing at the door of the hall, and whispered: "The old benefactor is already at the door of the hall."

Tangning ate the cakes, and after eating two cakes in a row, she drank a glass of water, wiped the corners of her mouth, and looked at the old man who had walked in.

"Master Tang, the old man is polite."

The old man respectfully bowed to him, because he had asked someone to go back earlier and was waiting for another attendant to come back and tell him whether the man's wife was happy? Now that it is confirmed, I will come back again.

Although the Tang Master was young, he had to admire his ability. Since he could see that the man was happy at home, he should be able to help him.

"Amitabha Buddha, donor, I'm going to rest. Just ask the donor." She stood up, put her hands together in a salute, and then went past his side.

"Master Tang..." The old man chased after him, but saw that he had already left in strides, and the monk in front even blocked his step.

"Amitabha Buddha, old benefactor, please stay." The middle-aged monk stopped him and said: "It's getting late, the old benefactor, please come back!"

At this time, the old man looked at the monk and asked, "Master, if I donate money to rebuild the temple and build a golden body for the Buddha, can I ask Master Tang to show the old man again?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk shook his head and said: "The old benefactor does not know that Tang Master is not a member of Hanshan Temple. He is here only temporarily. He will leave after tomorrow. No one in the temple can be a teacher of Tang Master. Lord, I can't persuade him, nor dare to persuade him, so the benefactor should please return!"

That is someone who is respected as a holy Buddha by them. If he doesn't want to say more, who would dare to persuade him? Moreover, they believe that he does not want to say more, which is justified.

Hearing that Master Tang would leave after tomorrow, the old man couldn't help but became anxious, but he had nothing to do. He didn't know what to do?

On the other side, Tangning returned to the monastery prepared by the monks and lay down to rest. She really didn't rest much these days. She would sleep for a while, and she could leave tomorrow.

She fell into a deep sleep, but the old man still did not leave, waiting in the hall.

When the old monk in the temple heard about this, he just shook his head: "A way is a blessing, not a curse, or a curse that cannot be avoided. Since Master Tang has already pointed him out, it is useless if he asks for help. Knowing that there are too many leaks of secrets, and it is also detrimental to itself."

The little monk who was about ten years old next to him nodded his head and said, "No wonder Master Tang stopped talking to him, just let him go home."

"Amitabha Buddha, as Master Tang said, since his house is suffering from disasters, he should do more good deeds in order to reduce the big things and turn the bad ones into good fortune." The old monk said, closing his eyes and resting.

When it was evening, I didn't see Master Tang coming out. The old man thought, he wouldn't show up anymore. He was disappointed and worried about his home, so he rushed home before it was dark.

In the early morning of the next day, pilgrims arrived at the temple before the sky dawned. As the sky lightened, there were more pilgrims, and the offerings were even harder to put down the table before the Buddha.