Medicinal Immortal

Tangning touched her head and smiled: "Although I shaved my head, I don't necessarily mean I am a monk!" She walked up to the stone table and sat down. As soon as she sat down, the young man on the side shouted. Speak out.

"Presumptuous! Who is allowed to sit with you? Not hurry up!"

"Why can't you sit? This is not yours." She said leisurely, her posture was leisurely and unconstrained, and it could even be said that she didn't even take the young man's scolding to her heart.

"It's okay, he is right. This is not our house either. Since it is in the backyard of the temple, everyone can sit on it." The old man waved his hand and smiled. He didn't care too much, but looked in front of him with interest. Young people.

"Compared with the bustle in the front, it is too quiet and there are no things to watch and play. Just such a yard, a big tree, a stone table and a few stone benches, it is really boring!" She said slowly. , The fingers that held his cheeks flicked lightly, then stood up, stretched out and yawned.

"It's better to go back to sleep." After the words fell, he already went out.

"I left so soon? It's not noon, why don't we sit down and chat again?" The old man smiled and kept it.

Tangning waved her hand, and said without turning her head, "The dying person, what's so boring?"

Hearing this, the old man's expression changed, and the whole person stood up with a whistling sound.

"Stop!" The young man snorted sharply, leaping up in the air and blocking in front of Tangning: "What do you mean! Make it clear before leaving!"

Seeing that the road ahead was blocked, Tangning didn't feel annoyed, but walked sideways to the other side to leave. Who knew that her negligence made the young man more powerful.

"Speak clearly!" The young man reached out and clasped Tangning's shoulder, intending to keep him.

Tangning snorted coldly, raised his foot and kicked over, "How can you stop me!"

"Ok!"

The young man caught a foot in the middle of the abdomen uncontrollably, snorted, staggered back a few steps, and glared at the little monk in front of Qingyi before he drew his sword and was about to go forward again, but he was stopped by a shout.

"Don't be rude!"

The old man who had been slowed down quickly stopped drinking. He personally walked forward and looked at the little monk in Tsing Yi, and then solemnly bowed: "The old man is rude, but, what did you say just now? I wonder if you can explain it? "

Seeing the old man bowing his hands, Tangning stopped and glanced at him, and said leisurely: "Say you are dying."

Hearing this, the old man was no longer as shocked as before, but asked: "The respected driver is a doctor? I wonder if he can..."

"Life and death are destiny. Wealth and honor are in heaven. It's no use begging me." Tangning interrupted him, and walked out without saying anything else.

Not everyone who was going to die was saved.

The old man looked at the leaving figure of the little monk in Tsing Yi, standing still for a long time, until, after a long time, he withdrew his gaze and finally sighed. He looked to the sky and muttered to himself: "Is it God's will, is it true?"

"Ancestor?"

Seeing this, the young man couldn't help but feel a little worried, who is going to die? What providence is so? The little monk in Tsing Yi said that the ancestor was dying, what was going on? is this real?

Questions hovered in my heart, but I didn't know how to ask.

"Let's go! Money should be scattered ahead, go and see the excitement." The old man picked up his mood and walked forward with his hands in his hands.