"Yes."

The coachman responded, stepped forward and came to the door of the broken house, blocking the little monk who was about to step in: "Go, go, stay outside, don't you see that there are so many people here?" You're dirty, so as not to rub anyone else's dirty. ”

There were originally more than a dozen people sheltering from the wind and rain in the dilapidated house, several men with swords at their waists, and a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a young couple and a one-year-old child in his arms, accompanied by seven or eight guards and two maidservants.

Several men with swords sat in the right corner of the broken house, which seemed to be a group, and in the corner of the room a little further to the right sat the boy in brocade, and on the left, where the wind was better sheltered, and the middle-aged man and others were sitting.

It's not big, it's not small, and although it doesn't look like there's any space, there's still a person like her.

It's just that when her eyes swept over these people inside without a trace, her eyes paused slightly, and she looked at it carefully, her heart moved slightly, and she wanted to leave! This man has already arrived, and it seems a little late to leave now.

She sighed in her heart, but her face was not obvious, and she held the hat in one hand and said, "I will shelter from the wind and rain here by the door, and I won't run into anyone else." ”

"But master, I don't like you, I don't want you to come in to shelter from the wind and rain, what do you say?" The man in brocade said idly, looking like a domineering man.

The men with swords on the side had nothing to do with themselves and just sat and watched the play, but the middle-aged man on the other side frowned and glanced at the man in brocade.

The young couple holding the child also glanced at each other, and the woman patted the back of the child in her arms, looked at the middle-aged man, and said softly: "Father, why don't you invite that little master to come over and rest with us!" ”

The middle-aged man glanced at the woman, his brows relaxed, a smile appeared on his face, and he nodded slightly, then looked at the little monk who was stopped, and said, "Little master, come and rest here with us!" With a little bit of space, you can still sit down. ”

Hearing this, Tang Ning bent his eyebrows, put the hat between his hands together, and made a Buddhist salute to them: "Amitabha, thank you to the donor." ”

When the coachman saw that those people actually opened their mouths to let the monk go over to rest, he didn't dare to stop him for a while, and looked back at his son-in-law, a little worried.

Tang Ning stepped in, muttering as if talking to himself: "If the clothes are dirty, just wash them, and the human heart is clean, but no matter how you wash them, you can't wash them." ”

Hearing this, everyone in the dilapidated house had different expressions, and they all looked at the dirty and wet little monk, but the brocade-clothed man heard it, but his face was ugly, his fists were clenched, but he was afraid of the middle-aged man and others and endured the idea of trying to trouble the little monk.

"Little master, sit here! There's no wind in here. The middle-aged man beckoned for Tang Ning to sit next to him.

Tang Ning paused for a moment and said, "Thank you, donor, it's just that my clothes are all wet, and I have been splashed with muddy water, and there is a lot of dirt, so I still sit by this door." ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man chuckled: "Hehehe, it's okay, didn't the little master say it?" If your clothes are dirty, just wash them, your clothes are wet, I see that you don't have any baggage, if you don't dislike it, I'll have someone bring you a piece of clothing to change into, so as not to catch a cold and get sick. ”