Chapter 1165 The Dying Man

Tangning rubbed her head and said with a smile, "Although I shaved my head, it doesn't mean I'm a monk!" She walked up to the stone table and sat down. As soon as she sat down, the young man beside her scolded her speak out.

"Presumptuous! Who is allowed to sit with you? Hurry up and get up!"

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

"It doesn't matter. He's right. This is not our house. Since it is the backyard of the temple, everyone can sit there." The old man waved his hands and smiled. young people.

"Compared to the liveliness in front, this place is too quiet, and there is nothing to watch and play. It's just such a yard, a big tree, a stone table and a few stone benches. It's really boring!" She said slowly , flicked the fingers holding his cheeks lightly, then stood up, stretched his waist and yawned.

"It's better to go back to sleep." After saying that, she already walked out.

"Leaving so soon? It's not noon yet, how about sitting down and chatting?" The old man smiled and asked to stay.

Tangning waved her hand and said without turning her head, "What's there to talk about about dying people? It's boring."

Hearing this, the old man's expression changed, and he stood up with a whoosh.

"Stop!" the young man yelled, he leaped into the air and stopped in front of Tangning, "What do you mean! Explain clearly before leaving!"

Tangning was not annoyed when she saw that her way was blocked, she just turned to the other side and prepared to leave, but her indifference made the young man even more powerful.

"Be clear!" The young man reached out and grabbed Tangning's shoulder, intending to keep him.

Tangning snorted coldly, raised her foot and kicked over, "You can't stop me!"

"Um!"

The young man was kicked in the middle of the abdomen unexpectedly, grunted, staggered back a few steps, and glared angrily at the young monk in Tsing Yi who drew his sword and was about to move forward, but was stopped by a yell.

"Don't be rude!"

The old man, who had regained his composure, quickly stopped drinking. He personally stepped forward, looked at the young monk in Tsing Yi, and then bowed solemnly: "I'm being rude, but, what does your honor mean just now? I don't know if you can explain it? "

Seeing the old man clasping his hands in salute, Tangning stopped and glanced at him, and said leisurely, "You said you were going to die."

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

"Life and death are determined, wealth and honor are in the sky, it's useless to beg me." Tangning interrupted him, and walked out without saying anything else.

Not all dying people are saved by her.

The old man looked at the leaving figure of the little monk in Tsing Yi, and stood there for a long time, until, after a long time, he withdrew his eyes and finally sighed. He looked at the sky, and asked himself in a low voice: "Is it really God's will?"

"Grandfather?"

Seeing this, the young man couldn't help but feel a little worried, what kind of dying person? What is God's will? The little monk in Tsing Yi said that the ancestor was about to die, what was going on? is this real?

Questions swirled in my mind one by one, but I didn't know how to ask them.

"Let's go! We should be giving away money ahead, go and see the excitement." The old man collected his mood and walked forward with his hands behind his hands.