"You don't have to 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 it? Pickled pickles? You're going to let a sick person eat this, huh? ”

The little boy stared vigilantly at the little monk in front of him, watched him approach, and stepped back without a trace.

Tang Ning bent his eyebrows and said, "You are so small, it's normal that you can't do it, I'll come!" She came to the stove and said, "He is so sick, he can't eat a few bites of this rice, it will be easier to eat it when it is boiled into porridge, you go to the vegetable field outside to pick some vegetables and come back, and I will boil it into vegetable porridge for him to drink." ”

Hearing this, the little boy paused for a moment, and then walked out, and after a while, he picked a handful of vegetables and came back.

Tang Ning boiled gruel with rice and vegetables and asked the little boy to serve it to the old man, and then fried a green vegetable and served it to the table, watching the little boy feed the old man and drink a bowl of porridge, the old man showed a satisfied look.

"Thank you, little master."

The old man thanked him, with a satisfied smile on his wrinkled face, and he didn't know whether it was because he was comfortable eating a bowl of gruel, or because someone took care of him, and his spirit seemed to be better than before.

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

The little boy looked at him and didn't speak, just lowered his eyes and sat aside.

Tang Ning looked at the old man's complexion, her eyes flashed slightly, she accompanied the old man to talk, until the night was getting darker, and after helping the old man lie down, she walked to the table outside and sat down.

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

Hearing the voice, Tang Ning opened his eyes, and there was no surprise on his face. The old man was about to leave, but when she ate porridge tonight, her complexion improved, and she knew that this was a return to the light, so she was not surprised to hear that he was dead.

Mortals have a limited lifespan, and at most only a hundred years, this may be one of the thoughts of mortals who want to cultivate immortals and seek immortality!

"Meeting is fate, I'll go over for him, give him a ride!" Tang Ning said slowly, got up and walked to the bed.

The little boy followed alongside, watched her find a place to sit down, and then folded his hands and chanted the scriptures there, and as the scriptures came out of Tang Ning's mouth, he saw that her body was shrouded in a faint layer of Buddha's light and holy power, which made the little boy on the side look slightly stunned.

Tang Ning recited the scriptures for the old man three times, then opened his eyes, looked at the little boy on the side, and said, "When the day comes, cremate him!" ”

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

Tang Ning smiled and said, "Didn't you see it?" I'm just a monk. She paused and smiled slyly: "However, I'm not an ordinary monk, what about you?" And what is it? ”

The little boy looked at the little monk in front of him with crooked eyebrows, and there was still defensiveness in his eyes, so he didn't say much else, he walked to the chair and sat down, waiting for the dawn.

"Don't say? So let me guess? Tang Ning also came to the side and sat down, holding his chin with one hand, looking at the little boy with a tiger face, and said with a smile: "You are not human." ”

When the little boy heard his words, his eyes immediately widened, and he stared at him defensively.

"It's not a ghost." Tang Ning said with a smile.