Medicinal Immortal

Upon seeing this, the host said to a disciple who was waiting on the side: "Take all the donors to rest in the temple."

"Yes." The disciple responded and asked them to rest in the side hall.

"Zhiyuan, please accompany my father and Xiaoyou to the side hall first! I am here with my little sister." The Song family boss said, let them go first.

"Okay." Lin Zhiyuan replied, holding Xiaoyou's hand, and accompany Song Father to follow the monk to the side hall to rest.

Because the sesame oil money added by the woman was half of the family property, the two masters Liao Kong and Liaoyuan took over the registration, and Tang Ning was called by the host to speak.

"Xiao Tang, this is half of the family property, is this really good?" He has been a host for so many years, and he has never seen such a large sum of sesame oil money. This money makes him a little flustered!

"Why is it bad? There is an effect if there is a cause. We planted a cause. What's wrong with the harvest now? This is what it should be. The host has forgotten, and there is a reward if there is home." She said with a smile. , I think the monks in the temple are too honest, no wonder that the three meals are steamed buns and vegetables, and white rice is not common.

"The words are so good, but the money is really..."

The abbot couldn’t find words to describe it. He only knew that the money came just like the wind blows. Obviously, they did nothing, and the signature was still nonsense by Master Tang, except for one thing. The light of Buddha's light on the hair.

If he thinks about it this way, he should also be calmer. After all, money is easy to get, and the sacred power of the Buddha is hard to find. If it were not for the practice of Master Tang, it is estimated that the female donor would not find her son.

Thinking about it this way, the state of mind that originally thought that he shouldn't receive so much sesame oil money gradually eased.

Forget it, what Master Tang says is what it means! There can be nothing wrong.

"However, in addition to adding such a sum of money for sesame oil, this woman also gave personal affection to the temple, in this case..." She touched her head, and her dark eyes turned.

The host didn’t know what he wanted to do, so he asked: "How?"

Tangning curled her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Send her a few more suggestions."

Hearing this, the host was taken aback, and then his heart relaxed. He thought what he was going to do! It turned out to be just a few words, but that's fine.

Not long after, Song Jingyi walked out from the back of the main hall accompanied by her brother. The two masters also walked out. After they came out, they came to the host and Tangning's side, and added what the woman had added. The sesame oil money was reported.

The host just kept silent after listening. The family really has a deep heritage. She was willing to donate this half of the family property. If there is no second word, she would donate it. This mentality is indeed good. At least, it can be seen that she is not a person of fame .

Tangning was also very satisfied with the number, nodded, and saw the woman and her brother walking over, she smiled and said, "Amitabha, the female benefactor keeps her promise. It's really rare."

"Little master is over." Song Jingyi smiled. Since she found her son, she has liked to laugh very much. Whenever she sees his son by her side, she always feels happy.

Her child was finally found.

Tangning smiled and said, "The female donor hit the gongs and drums to go to the Buddhist gate today, and made a name for the temple, so I will give the female donor another suggestion."

Listening to this, Song Jingyi was taken aback, she hurriedly constricted her smile, looked at him seriously, and said, "Little master, please tell me."