Tang Ning touched his head and said with a smile: "Although I have a shaved head, it doesn't necessarily mean that I am a monk!" She stepped forward to the stone table and sat down, and as soon as she sat down, the young man beside her shouted.

"Presumptuous! Who is allowed to sit with him? Don't hurry up yet! ”

"Why can't you sit? It's not your home. She said idly, with a leisurely and unrestrained attitude, and it could even be said that she did not take the young man's rebuke to heart at all.

"It's okay, he's right, this is not our family, since it is the backyard of the temple, naturally everyone can sit." The old man waved his hand and smiled, not too concerned, but looked at the young man in front of him with interest.

"Compared to the bustle in front, it's too quiet here, and there is nothing to watch and play, just such a yard, a big tree, a stone table and a few stone benches, it's really boring!" She spoke slowly, her fingers on her cheek flicking slightly, then she stood up, stretched her waist and yawned.

"It's better to go back to sleep." The words fell, and he had already walked out.

"Gone so soon? It's not noon yet, so why don't you sit down and talk again? The old man smiled and kept it.

Tang Ning waved his hand, and said without even looking back: "People who are about to die, what is there to talk about, it's boring." ”

Hearing this, the old man's face changed, and the whole person stood up with a swish.

"Stop!" The young man shouted vigorously, lifted his breath and jumped into the air and stopped in front of Tang Ning: "What do you mean! Speak clearly before you go! ”

Seeing that the road ahead was blocked, Tang Ning was not annoyed, but just walked sideways to the other side and prepared to leave, who knew that her indifference made the young man stronger and stronger.

"Let's talk about it!" The young man reached out and clasped Downing's shoulder, intending to keep him.

Tang Ning snorted coldly, raised his foot and kicked over: "How can you stop me!" ”

"Hmm!"

The young man was coldly kicked in the middle of the abdomen, snorted, staggered back a few steps, and glared angrily at the little monk in Tsing Yi in front of him who drew his sword and was about to step forward again, but was stopped by a shout.

"Don't be rude!"

The relieved old man hurriedly stopped, he personally stepped forward, looked at the little monk in Tsing Yi, and then solemnly saluted: "The old man is rude, it's just, what did you mean by what you said just now?" I don't know if you can say it? ”

Seeing the old man saluting, Tang Ning stopped and glanced at him, and said idly: "Say you're dying." ”

Hearing this, the old man was no longer as shocked as before, but asked, "Is the Venerable Driver a healer?" I don't know if I can ......."

"Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, it's useless to beg me." Tang Ning interrupted him, and without saying anything else, he stepped outside.

And not all those who are going to die are saved.

The old man looked at the departing figure of the little monk in Tsing Yi, standing quietly for a long time, until, after a long time, he finally sighed when he retracted his gaze, he looked at the sky, and muttered to himself: "Is it the will of heaven that this is really the case?" ”

"Ancestor?"

When the young man saw this, he couldn't help but be a little worried, what kind of dying person? What providence is so? The little monk in Tsing Yi said that the ancestor was dying, what was going on? Is this true?

One question after another swirled in my heart, but I didn't know how to ask it.

"Let's go! The front should be scattering money, go and see the excitement. The old man collected his mood and walked forward with his hands in his hands.