Medicinal Immortal

The clouds and mist in the middle of the night are a bit misty, and because of this, the flashing lights of that family are like a guiding lamp in this night, which can be seen at a glance.

Tang Ning, who was supporting the old monk as he walked forward, paused slightly, watching the lights of the family, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

I don't know whether it was the reason for the late night, or because of other reasons. The wind in the night was slightly cool, with some bristles, which made her hair stand up.

After only a slight pause, she helped the old monk to continue walking forward, and stopped when she came to the door of the house, listening to the faint rattling sound inside, she shouted: "Donor, I'm waiting for Buddhist children who are cultivating outside, passing by here, I wonder if we can go inside and rest?"

The creaking noise in the room stopped, and there was no sound for a while. Tangning was thinking, should I go? When you just take a break on the side of the road outside, you hear the voice of a woman coming from inside.

"Are you Buddhists?"

"Yes." Anyway, even if she was halfway, there was one who was really here, though half dead.

The door creaked open, and Tang Ning, who was a 17-year-old woman, appeared in the eyes of Tang Ning, who looked pretty, exquisite, and dressed in a plain dress. It didn't look like an ordinary peasant girl.

While Tangning was looking at the woman, the woman was also looking at Tangning. Seeing a little monk staring at her without suspicion, she couldn't help but chuckle: "You little monk, since you are a monk, how can you be like this? Look at me! Come in!" She turned her body slightly as she spoke.

Because of the other party's sideways, Tangning also saw at this moment that there was a weaving machine in the room, and it was simply displayed. There was no one else except this woman.

"Thank you for the donor." She helped the old monk walk in.

"This old monk is your master? What's wrong with him?" The woman held the oil lamp in one hand and protected the fire with the other hand. She placed the oil lamp by Tangning's side and illuminated them all.

"I'll take some clean water to wipe it off for you! You have mud on your faces."

"Donor, don't bother." Tangning said, but when she saw her turn around, she went to the inner room.

Seeing this, she looked at the old monk. When she walked on the road, she used spiritual energy to dry the clothes of both of them. After removing the water marks on her body, she was still a little dirty, but at least this way. It won’t be too cold at night.

But the old monk was in a coma and had no aura body protection. She was really worried about what was wrong with him. So, he didn't care to clean up the mud on his body, so he got his pulse first.

With a slight twist of her brows, she opened the old monk's clothes and saw a blood-stained palm print on his chest. Seeing this, she took out a single medicine from the round bamboo, rubbed it in her palm, and rubbed the medicine. The juice dripped into the old monk's mouth.

"The water is coming."

The woman came in with water, and there were some tree leaves floating on it. After she put it down, she saw the little monk staring at the water, as if she knew what he was thinking, she said: "This is the rain I received last night, don't worry. It is clean."

"I dare not use the clean one."

Tangning said, looking at the woman whose face was slightly pale before, and after hearing her words, a look of surprise appeared on her face, and when she was about to say something, a voice came from outside the door.

"Sister, I heard that your house has a guest?"