The clouds and mist in the middle of the night are a little ethereal, and it is precisely because of this that the flickering lights of the house are like a guiding lamp in this night, which can be seen at a glance.

Tang Ning, who was helping the old monk to walk forward, paused slightly, looked at the lights of the house, and a ghostly light flashed under his eyes.

I don't know if it's late at night, or because of something else, the wind at night is slightly cool, with a bit of prickly hair, blowing her cold hair to stand up.

After just a slight pause, she helped the old monk to continue walking, and when she came to the door of the house, she stopped, listening to the faint rattling sound inside, she shouted: "Donor, we are the children of Buddhism who are practicing asceticism outside, passing through here, I wonder if we can let us go in and rest?" ”

The rattling sound in the room stopped, and no sound came out for a while, just as Tang Ning thought, why don't you go? When I was taking a casual break on the side of the road outside, I heard a woman's voice coming from inside.

"Are you a disciple of Buddhism?"

"Yes." Anyway, even if she is halfway, there is one who is really here, although half-dead.

The door creaked open, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman appeared in Tang Ning's eyes, the other party looked delicate, with a delicate figure, and a plain dress on her body, no matter how she looked like an ordinary peasant girl.

At the same time that Tang Ning was looking at the woman, the woman was also looking at Tang Ning, and when she saw a little monk staring at her without suspicion at all, she couldn't help but chuckle: "You, a little monk, are a monk, how can you look at me like this!" Come on in! As she spoke, she turned her body slightly.

Because of the other party's sideways, Tang Ning also saw at this time that there was a weaving machine in the room, a simple decoration, and there was no one else except this woman.

"Thank you, donor." She helped the old monk and walked in.

"This old monk is your master? What happened to him? The woman held the oil lamp in one hand and the fire in the other, and placed the oil lamp beside Tang Ning, and also illuminated them.

"I'll get some water and wipe it for you! You have mud on your faces. ”

"Donor, don't bother." Tang Ning said, but saw her turn around and went to the inner room.

Seeing this, she looked at the old monk, and when she walked on the road, she used her spiritual power to dry the clothes of the two of them, and went to the water traces on her body, that is, her body was still a little dirty, but at least in this way, it would not be too cold in such a midnight.

However, the old monk was in a coma and had no aura to protect his body, so she was really worried that something would happen to him. So, I didn't bother to clean up the dirt on my body, so I checked his pulse first.

With a slight twist of her brows, she pulled open the old monk's clothes, and saw a blood-stasis-like palm print on his chest.

"Here comes the water."

The woman came in with the water, and there were a few leaves faintly floating on it, and after she put it down, she saw the little monk staring at the water, as if she knew what he was thinking, and said, "This is the rain I received last night, rest assured, it is clean." ”

"I don't dare to use it if it's clean."

Tang Ning said, looking at the woman who was originally slightly pale, 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 there is a guest at your house?"