Chapter 410 Is Dead

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, and I don't eat people." She approached the stove and said, "Have you cooked rice? What is this? Pickled pickles? You just let a sick person eat this. ?"

The little boy stared vigilantly at the little monk in front of him, watched him approach, and stepped back without a trace.

Tangning raised her eyebrows and said, "You're so young, it's normal that you don't know how to cook. I'll do it!" She came to the stove and said, "He's so ill, he can't eat a few bites of this meal, it will be even worse if he boils it into porridge. It's easy to eat, you go to the vegetable field outside to pick some vegetables, and I will cook them into vegetable porridge for him to drink."

Hearing this, the little boy paused for a while, and then went out. After a while, he came back after picking a handful of vegetables.

Tangning boiled gruel with rice and vegetables for the little boy to bring it to the old man. Then he cooked some green vegetables and served it on the table. After watching the little boy feed the old man and finish the bowl of porridge, the old man showed a satisfied expression.

"Thank you little master."

The old man thanked him with a satisfied smile on his wrinkled face. He didn't know whether it was because he felt comfortable after eating a bowl of gruel, or because someone took care of him. His spirit seemed to be better than before.

"It's been a long time, Xiao'an." The old man looked at the little boy and said.

The little boy looked at him without speaking, just lowered his eyes and sat aside.

Tangning looked at the old man's complexion, her eyes flickered slightly. She accompanied the old man to talk. It was only when the night was getting dark and she helped the old man to lie down before she walked to the table outside and sat down.

The little boy didn't come out, but stayed with him by the bed. It wasn't until midnight when the little boy came out, looked at the little monk who was napping at the table with his head up, and said, "He's dead."

Hearing the voice, Tangning opened her eyes with no surprise on her face. The old man was about to die, but when he was eating porridge tonight, his complexion improved. She knew that this was a return to light, so she was not surprised to hear that he was dead.

The lifespan of a mortal is limited, at most a hundred years. This may be one of the thoughts of mortals who want to cultivate immortals and seek longevity!

"Meeting is fate, I will save him for him, let's give him a ride!" Tangning said slowly, getting up and walking towards the bed.

The little boy followed and watched her find a place to sit down. He folded his hands and recited the scriptures there. As the scriptures came out of Tangning's mouth, he saw a faint layer of Buddha's light shrouding her body. , so that the little boy on the side couldn't help but be startled.

Tangning read the scriptures for the old man three times before she opened her eyes, looked at the little boy beside her, and said, "When the morning comes, let him be cremated!"

The little boy nodded, looked at the little monk, hesitated, and still asked, "Who are you?"

Tangning smiled and said, "Didn't you see it? I'm just a monk." She paused and smiled slyly, "However, I'm not an ordinary monk, what about you? What is it?"

The little boy looked at the little monk with curly brows in front of him, his eyes still guarded, so without saying anything else, he walked to the chair and sat down, waiting for the dawn.

"Don't tell me? Then let me guess?" Tangning also came to sit next to her, resting her chin in one hand, looked at the little boy with a stubborn face, and said with a smile, "You are not human."

As soon as the little boy heard his words, he suddenly widened his eyes and stared at him defensively.

"It's not a ghost either," Tangning said with a smile.