Tang Ning looked at the old monk, he was about sixty years old, his long white eyebrows drooped, he was dressed in gray and simple and inconspicuous, with a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and on his waist, there was a gourd hanging obliquely.

It's just that at this time, in her opinion, it seems a little nondescript and very obscene.

She endured the pain all over her body, sat up from the bed, leaned on the bed and looked at him, and said, "Aren't monks often saying that saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter?" Why do you, a monk, want to beg for retribution when you open your mouth? ”

"It's different, it's different." Lao He waved his hand holding the chicken leg, looked at her and said, "You are different." ”

"How is it different?" Downing asked.

The old monk stared at her, suddenly laughed, and said, "I said, why did you shave your head?" At first, I thought I had picked up a little monk and came back, but I didn't know that it was a little girl. ”

"Forced by circumstances."

Tang Ning said, seeing that he was eating with a mouth full of oil, he couldn't help but say, "Since you are a monk, why did you still break your vows?" Could it be that you are a false monk? ”

"Hahaha." The old monk laughed, took off the gourd on his waist and took a sip of wine, and said, "Monk, I have been through wine and meat, and the Buddha has left it in his heart." ”

He ate the chicken thigh, and bit the remaining bone in his mouth, touched it from his arms with one free hand, and took out a small bottle and threw it to her: "Pour one of the medicine in it and eat it." As he spoke, he ignored Tang Ning and walked out.

Tang Ning poured out the medicine in the bottle and saw that it was black and exuding the smell of medicine, it was the most simple and crude way to knead the pill, but when he smelled the medicine, he also knew that this was indeed a medicine that healed wounds.

After swallowing a pill, she exhaled lightly, slowly closed her eyes, and remembered the Buddha light at that time, which seemed to be from that bowl......

By the way, what about the bowl?

Just thinking about it, I felt that there seemed to be something in my hand, and when I raised my hand to look at it, I couldn't help but be stunned.

Isn't that her bowl? She was sure she didn't have it in her hand.

Picking up this bowl and looking at it carefully, I saw that it was the original bowl, but there was a golden swastika at the bottom of the bowl.

As if she felt something, her palms were faintly hot, and she saw that a golden swastika appeared in her palm, exuding a faint golden light, and the heat of her palm flowed into her body......

"Huh?"

She blinked her eyes and sat up directly, she did feel a lot more relaxed, but the light of the swastika in the palm of her hand also faded, until finally, it disappeared into her palm, leaving no trace, as if the previous scene was just her illusion.

As soon as her mind moved, the bowl in her hand disappeared again, and she condensed her palm into a fist and tightly twisted it, and she noticed that a force was flowing in her body.

"Am I a blessing in disguise?" She murmured, and finally couldn't help but laugh.

Stretched out his hand to help himself check the lower pulse, and sure enough, his body was about seventy percent better, and there was an extra force in his body, and all the scars on his body disappeared, leaving no scars.

Early the next morning

The old monk leaned against the window, took a sip of wine with a wine gourd in his hand, glanced at the small bald head with delicate eyebrows and eyes in the room, and asked, "What are your plans next?" Also, which little girl are you? With such a little bald head, can you still go home? ”